fourteen (south park fanfiction)

Uninvited

STAN'S POV

I was walking into the bathroom, when all of a sudden, I feel a hand grab me.

"What the fuck?" I say, as I see who pulled me into a stall.

It was Kyle.

"Sorry. Stan, I know we aren't cool or friends anymore, but answer the truth when I say this, okay? Did you steal the money and pills in the locker room?"

I widened my eyes, looking at Kyle's eyes. He was serious. 

"Maybe..."

"I knew it. Why Stan?"

"Well, I'm out of cash and need to buy something...Also why are you complaining? I didn't take anything from yours."

Kyle rolled his eyes. "Yeah, I appreciate it. But everybody else on the team thinks it's sketchy that no of my stuff went missing."

"Sorry, I guess." I say, confused. "Wait, why do you care about what the team thinks?"

"Because they're my friends?"

"Really?" I ask. "So the random kids on your basketball team that never talk to you unless it's needed are your friends, but me, the guy who's stuck by your side since day one, isn't just because I have a few issues."

"Maybe they're my friends because they didn't jump me." Kyle says, upset.

"We wouldn't have had to if you didn't say shit about us publicly. I mean, you could've texted us that shit and NOT air out our business online." I respond back, angry.

Kyle rolled his eyes. "Well, sorry for being upset that all my friends will probably die before we reach our 30's. I mean, look at you. I can tell you've been sober because you look like shit. Yet you also look like shit when you're high so who knows."

"Maybe that's the look I'm going for, freak." I say, rolling my eyes.

Kyle groaned. "God, I can never argue with you. Just don't steal from the locker room again, got it?" Kyle says, as he opens the stall, walking out.

"Got it." I say as I walk in the hallway with him. 

"So are we best friends again?" I shout down the hall as Kyle walks down. He stopped for a bit and smiled at me, turning around and flipping me off.

I'm gonna take that as a yes.

Cartman walked by me and yawned. "Fuck, I'm tired. Anyways, did you get any money? I told Craig to meet up with us in the band hall so we can buy off him."

I nodded. "Yeah, I got $120. Oh, by the way, I gotta cancel our plans to hang tonight."

"What, why?" Cartman asks.

"I gotta help my dad with some sales tonight. We can hang out a different time though."

Cartman rolled his eyes. "That's lame. Shit, Craig's calling we better meet him."

"Uh, here." I handed him the money. "Just take it and buy it off him and split it with me, I'm gonna be late."

He nodded. "Fine, I'll hand you it it the bathroom after class."

I lied to Cartman. I wasn't helping my Dad. But I did want to invite Kyle to my house to try to make things up with him.

I headed to class and whispered to Kyle as he sat next to me.

"Hey, wanna sleepover tonight at my place?" I asked as he nodded. "Sure, just let me text my mom first."

Kyle ended up coming over after school to sleepover. We first drove to his mom's house and had Kyle pack a bag for the night, then headed to my place.

"Hey, Dad, Kyle is sleeping over." I say, entering, as my dad nods. "Make sure you two sleep early, I know Stan likes to stay up all night."

Kyle laughed at me as I rolled my eyes, as we headed upstairs to my room.

"Do you wanna watch a movie?" I asked, as Kyles nods, laying down on my bed.

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CARTMAN'S POV

Shit.

I looked in my backpack and realized I forgot to give Stan his half of some of the shit I bought from Craig. I knew he was gonna be pissed or remember soon, so I headed out.

"I'm heading out, Mom. I'm gonna borrow your car!" I say, as I put Stan's half of the pills and coke in a pencil pouch so it doesn't look sketchy since I remembered he said he's helping his dad.

I got in the car and headed over to Stan's, which was a little over 30 minutes. I finally arrived and knocked on the door, and his dad answered.

"Oh, hey kiddo." His dad said, yawning. He reeked of weed and beer and was in a robe poorly tied together and in boxer shorts. "Are you here for Stan's sleepover?"

"Sleepover?" I asked, confused. "Stan said he was helping you tonight or something."

"Oh, I wish. He's a shithead and rarely helps me out. Then complains when he gets paid low because he didn't help out much. But yeah, he has that one Jewish friend over. Anyways, what did you need?"

I nodded. "He just...left his pencil pouch at school. It's a very special pencil pouch so i wanted to bring it by." I say as I handed him it.

He nods. "Thanks, I'll let him know you stopped by. You sure you don't wanna join them?"

"I'm good." I say. "I have to plan tonight."

I headed out and drove home, upset and angry. Why the fuck did he lie and say he was busy helping his dad over, all to invite that Jew over instead of me? He asked ME to sleepover first and lied, then had the Jew sleepover instead.

I know it sounds like jealousy, but I can promise it's not. It's more betrayal. I finally thought I had a friend who I was on good terms with or wouldn't be an asshole but I guess I was wrong since he bailed on me. He could've just told me the truth.

I got home, and stormed into my room, groaning.

"What's wrong, Eric?" Butters shouts from his room.

"Come here." I say.

Butters came in, smiling, "What's wrong? You sound upset." He says as he sits criss-cross on my bed.

"Ugh, fucking Stan. He totally bailed on me and cancelled our sleepover and lied saying it was because he had to help his dad out. Tell me why I came over to drop something off, and I find out he's fucking having Kyle there instead?"

"That's not very nice of him." Butters says, looking a bit upset. "Are you gonna do something to get back at him?"

I frowned. "Well, I texted Stan while I was in the car asking why he bailed if he had Kyle over and asked why he didn't tell me the truth. Instead, Kyle replied to the message off his phone and told me to fuck off and called my a fatass."

Butters frowns. "That's mean of him. Maybe you should get Kyle back instead."

I nodded. "Yup, that's what I'm gonna do. I'm so fucking sick of him calling me fat. I try my best to starve myself or throw up and nothing is helping anymore, I gained so much weight back! I weigh like 240 pounds."

Butters frowns. "Hey, have you ever watched Mean Girls?"

I rolled my eyes. Butters, please tell me what Mean Girls has to do with my drama with Kyle? But to answer your question, yes. It's one my my favorite movies."

He smiled. "Well, it may be a long shot...But remember when Cady gives Regina those granola bar things that help with weight gain? Maybe you should do something like that with Kyle, so he gains weight. Then he'll be known as the fat one instead."

I widened my eyes. "Oh my fucking god, I love you. That's fucking genius! Pull out my laptop, we're going online shopping." 

Butters hands me the laptop as I smirk. He laid on me as he looked with me through all the options online.

"Throw in some appetite increaser stuff too, they make all sorts of pills and syrups for that."

I smirked. "You're good at this revenge stuff, better than me." I say as Butters smiled.

"Kyle is so gonna regret ever calling me fat."