fourteen (south park fanfiction)

Something's Off

Clyde closed his bedroom door as Kyle walked inside with him. He pulled out his laptop as he sat on his computer chair, scooting up to his computer desk as Kyle stood above him to see what he was on his laptop floor.

"Okay, look. So, I don't have anything on me right now, but I got ways to get around the drug tests. They aren't easy though."

"I'll take anything." Kyle says, as Clyde nods.

"So, your first bet is synthetic urine. The school uses basic drug tests, so it won't say if it's fake or not. Only issue is it runs expensive for a good one and it isn't warm, and a test can detect warmth. Not only that, but I heard they're gonna start watching us do them because a few kids got caught using another kids urine and heating it up in the sink by putting the container in hot water. Kinda smart, but can't do that anymore."

"Ugh." Kyle says. "What else?"

"You could also buy like, Niacin. It some supplement thing I think and like take maybe a whole bottle or two? But it can kill people so who knows."

Kyle groans. "God, so I'm left with no choice then." He says, huffing. "Why did I take that stupid edible and whatever the fuck Stan gave me?"

Clyde sighs. "You know, I can try to get coach to change the drug testing days. He trust me so I'll just say we should do it every few months instead of every game so we can save money for the team, he'll believe it."

Kyle sighs of relief. "Would you do that? Thank you so much." He says, glad. "I was so fucking worried."

Clyde looked around and whispered. "By the way, are Cartman and Butters still using?"

Kyle shrugs. "Stan said Butters doesn't anymore or rarely does now, and I don't know about Cartman. Why?"

Clyde shrugged. "Just wondering, he's been pretty quiet and to himself the past few days."

"Isn't that a good thing?" Kyle asks, as Clyde frowned. "I mean, yeah. But our parents are getting married soon and want us to bond or whatever. I mean, might as well start now."

Kyle nods. "Well, I guess I'll leave before Cartman realizes I'm here and throws a tantrum, thanks again for talking to coach for me." Kyle says as he walks out.

...

Stan had came home after hanging out with Kyle for a bit, and opened the door to see his dad sitting in the living room.

"Hey, Dad."

Randy nodded. "Hey, Stan. Hey, look. I got that trip planned, you know, the weed convention? It's in Denver for a few days and if I drive tonight I'll be there in time in thr morning. You think you can be alone for a few days?"

Stan shrugs. "Yeah, it's no big deal." He says, as Randy starts making calls. Eventually, Randy said goodbye and packed things up for his trip, as Stan headed to lay down on the couch to enjoy his alone time.

He groaned, realizing he was all out of any sort of drug possible, remembering he did his last with Kyle. He did in fact remember, that Kyle somehow had edibles, and decided to hit him up.

...

Stan: Heyyy wyd?

Kyle: Not much, why?

Stan: Can I ask a favor??? Where did u get the edibles from and can I have one? Or anything else? I'll pay you.

Kyle: No, you don't have to pay. I'll drop them off.

...

Kyle eventually did drop off the edibles at Stan's house. He still felt bad taking what Stan had, but he couldn't blame him. Especially with all the drama lately and stress of things such as grades and sports at school, Kyle couldn't help himself but to use some of the drugs he stole from Stan.

It went on for about a month. Kyle and Stan hanging out to get high. He hated to admit it, but he did start to like it. That was until Kyle's grades started slipping. 

Kyle did start hearing it from his parents. His mother crying, "What do you mean you got a B? You've gotten nothing but straight A's your whole life!"

Kyle wasn't badly into anything. He just loosened up a bit. Going to parties finally and actually partying with his friends instead of just standing around. His mom wasn't too found of this and started growing suspicions.

Sheila walked into Gerald's office room and sighed. It was a late night, already past midnight, and Kyle was past his curfew.

"Gerald, you don't find it strange that Kyle's been going out this late lately? His curfew was supposed to be home by midnight." Sheila says as Gerald sighed.

"Sheila, sweetie. He's a teenage boy. He's probably hanging with his friends drinking a beer or two. Let him live."

Sheila's eyes widened. "He better not be drinking, especially since he took his car. But you don't find it weird? He's been starting to get B's in his classes and I don't want him to slip up at all because you know how much college means to him in the future."

Gerald laughed. "Don't overexaggerate. You know, I was failing when I was his age. And now I'm a successful lawyer."

"That doesn't help, Gerald." Sheila argues. "I'm gonna go find out myself what's happening here."

Sheila ignored Gerald and walked into Kyle's bedroom, empty since he was gone. She looked around. She didn't feel good about snooping around in his room, but she had a bad feeling that she had to.

She looked outside the room and closed the door as she began investigating.