fourteen (south park fanfiction)

Just a One-Time Thing, Right?

A/N: might start adding more songs to chapters that i think fit it

Kyle walked into his house, stressed and tired. His argument with Stan plus all of the recent things happening in his life stressed him out.

"Hey Karen. Hey Ike." Kyle says, as he sees the two sitting on the couch. "How have you been holding up, Karen?" he asks. Kyle had a nice spirit, even when times were hard.

"I've been okay." She says, smiling. She was obviously still hurt by Kenny's death, but living with Ike seemed to have been helping her heal a bit. She was finally in a normal household, eating full meals, and not having to deal with money tightness.

Kyle walked into his room and took a quick shower. Once he was out, he got in his pajamas and laid down on his bed mattress, sighing, as he put his legs under the thick covers. He didn't know what to do about the situation with Stan.

He grabbed his pillow and pulled out something from his pillowcase he had hidden.

Stan's drug stash.

He slowly stole some from Stan as a way to get Stan to quit. He couldn't use if he didn't have anything. But it didn't work. Now he was left with a random assortment of drugs in baggies and bottles.

"Maybe I should see why Stan likes this so much."

Kyle never did drugs. He's drank before, but never has he got high. I assumed they weren't that much different from each other.

He didn't know what to start with. He looked, and decided weed was the safest choice to start with. Natural and comes from mother nature.

He didn't wanna smoke it, he had nothing. No lighters, no papers. He could've used the weed cart he stole from Stan, but he didn't wanna burn his throat and get lung damage. So he took an edible instead. Of course, Kyle wasn't familiar with how much of an edible you should take, and that they're way stronger than normal weed. Not only that, but how long they take to hit; at least an hour.

He took one full edible gummy. It was sweet, but left a bitter taste after in the mouth. Sort of like when you have something sugary right after brushing your teeth. He didn't feel anything, but he also took a whole gummy when the serving size for the specific ones he was taking was half.

Kyle ignored it. He assumed it didn't work. He took another full one and yet still felt nothing like he expected to.

"Well that's a scam." Kyle says, as he lays in bed. He forgot about it and started finishing up his study notes on his laptop for a bit. After about an hour passing, he felt something off. He was light-headed and felt slow. 

"What the hell?...."

Suddenly, everything felt as if he was going in slow motion.

That's when he realized, the gummies hit. And he took more than recommended.

His body felt light, almost like it was in water or floating. It was a strange feeling, but nothing bad at all. It was actually quite nice. 

He didn't know how to exactly explain it, but the whole world felt quiet and slow, as if he was the only person left on earth. When listening to music, he could hear every single instrument individually and separated. His mind was day dreaming but numb all at once and he didn't feel like he was here. He felt as if his soul was silent and watching his own body.

But he also felt like his heart was racing.

 A part of him felt scared. Did he take too much? Was he gonna die? Weed doesn't kill people, right? Especially edibles?

He needed Stan.

Kyle didn't wanna call Stan, or even text him. He had just gotten mad at him for wanting to continue using drugs. How was Kyle gonna call him that same night and say "Hey, I stole your drugs and took some, can I get some help?"

So he decided maybe he wouldn't say that he stole it from him.

...

Kyle: Hey, Stan. I know you're prob mad at me for getting mad at you earlier, but I need you to come over.

Stan. Why...

Kyle:I took something and I don't know if I'm okay.

Stan: Wdym??

Kyle: I was trying to see why you liked being high so much so I can see your point of view. But it's all hitting fast and I can barely hold my phone now.

Stan: Coming over now. I'll sneak in through your window, keep it open.

...

Stan had eventually arrived to Kyle's house, slowly going in through Kyle's bedroom window, shutting the glass window shut and locking it.

"What did you take?" Stan asks, worried as Kyle frowns.

"An edible, I think. A weed one. Well, two of them."

"Bro." Stan says, as he starts laughing. "Come on, you texted me to come here because of an edible? You're good, I promise. You just probably took too much for your first time."

Kyle nods, still feeling off. "Yeah... guess so."

Stan smiled at him, and threw a mini plastic zip bag at him containing to pills..

"What's this?" Kyle asks, as he catches the bag of the couple of pills Stan threw towards him, examining it.

"I thought I was out but I forgot I bought these from Craig." Stan says, smiling, as he goes to sit next to Kyle on the bed.

"What are they?" Kyle asks, as Stan shrugs. "I have no clue. Craig had no idea either how to explain it. But I know it's safe, he sold it to like, hundreds of kids."

Kyle shrugged. "Why are you showing me?"

Stan smirks as he unzipped the plastic baggie, pouring the two pills in his hand, and handing over one to Kyle's palm.

"Wanna get high with me?"