fourteen (south park fanfiction)

Coke

"Just wake his ass up."

"He isn't waking up."

"Yeah, that shit's normal for fent. Go get the Narcan just in case."

...

I don't remember much after that. All I remember was tripping out and then waking up randomly in my car's backseat, with Cartman in the backseat and Butters driving in the front.

"What the hell?" I ask, as Cartman rolled his eyes. "Finally. It's so fucking late."

"Why is Butters driving my car?"

"Because we're dropping you off, Craig's behind us to get us after we drop you and your car off." Butters chimes in, as Cartman laughed.

"You should've seen your ass, you were tripping out so bad." He snickers, as I rolled my eyes. "Hey, it was the best high I ever had, I'm gonna need that shit again."

"Nah, that will kill you quick." Cartman says. "Fent is different than any other drug."

Butters pulled up to my house and parked as Craig was behind, and we all got off.

"Thanks." I say, as they head to Craig's car, as Craig waves bye at me.

Guess they weren't such assholes after all if they took me home.

I looked at the time on my phone, but it was dead. I rolled my eyes and opened the front door, sneaking in quietly, as I heard something.

"Where were you?"

I looked and saw my Dad sitting in the living room, smoking a blunt with a beer on the table. I thought an excuse.

"I went to hang out with some friends."

My dad stared at me, confused. "It's five in the goddamn morning, Stan." he says. "Nobody hangs out that late unless they're doing shit they aren't supposed to. I've been calling you since midnight."

I frowned. "Sorry Dad, my phone died and-"

"Bullshit. Stan, I know you're doing drugs again."

I rolled my eyes. "No, I'm not. If you really wanna know, I was smoking with friends, that was all, alright? Sorry."

My dad frowned. "I don't care if you smoke weed, alright? If you need drugs that bad, please just only use weed. And only get it from our farm, I don't trust you buying from strangers who can lace it with whatever. But that other shit, the coke, the pills, all of that can't start again. You had me fucking worried. I already lost your mom, Shelly doesn't talk to me and hasn't visited me. I don't need you gone too, Stan. You're all I have left."

I frowned. I hated seeing my dad get emotional, especially since he wasn't somebody who parents that much. But he had a reason. I know he was the one who found me and I probably scared the living shit out of him, he told me he thought I died.

"I'm sorry, alright? I promise I'll tell you ahead of time next time."

My dad frowned. "I mean it, Stan. I don't wanna have to start making you take drug tests. Your first day back at school and you're already messing up."

Shit. I better get my act up.

"I promise, Dad."

He nods. "Go to bed, you have school in a couple hours. I'm going to bed too so I suggest you do the same."

I thought to myself..

 "Shit."

I forgot about school. As much as I didn't want to on a school morning, I knew I had to take something.