Partying is the problem /pt.2 style au/

Hey Lover!

• Stan's pov

"Hey! How's my little sigmas!"

"Ken stop, Jesus Christ-" I mumbled to him.

The words he said caught both of their attention, "Hey Ken!" Butters yelled while hugging him, "I feel like I haven't seen you in forever!"

Kenny hugged him back and laughed, "You saw me last night dude."

"Yeah I know- hey Stan." he smiled and hugged me while starting to walk back to the car with Ken.

"Hey, Ky!" Ken yelled before getting too far back.

I faced Kyle with his red cheeks and watched him smile and wave at him while standing still, then putting his eyes back on me. I always realized how much I loved him more every day just by seeing his face.

"Hey! You ready to go or what?" I asked him while putting my hands in my pockets and swaying back and forth.

"Uh yeah, I think so. Only been ready for the last hour-"

"Ok see that's your fault because you like literally get ready for shit years before it even comes close to happening so..." I joked around.

"Yeah, whatever..." he rolled his eyes and smiled.

"Uh..." it got awkward pretty quickly and I didn't really know what to say next. I wanted to kiss him or at least fucking something, but it just always got weird before it happened with us.

I scooched closer and closer to him while smiling like a freak, not knowing what facial expression to really make. He kinda did the same and then closed his eyes so I closed mine too and finally fucking kissed the man for half a second.

I still had my face close to his and waited for him to open his eyes. When he did I smiled with my teeth with low effort.

"Pfft-" he put his gloved hand onto my face and pushed it back while walking past me toward the car.

"W-what!?" I caught up to him and saw him trying not to laugh, "Am I that ugly? Be honest."

"You're not ugly Stan- you're just-" he stopped with his hand on the car handle, "cute."

My cheeks get pink but not from the cold.

He opened the door for me and waited for me to sit. I sat down and remembered that there wasn't enough fucking room. Great.

I'm not fucking complaining about my hot boyfriend having to sit on my lap but in a car with my shitty friends it wasn't gonna be as enjoyable as it should be.

"You'll just have to sit on Stan, Ky. There's buttfuck room in here because of someone..." Ken flicked the back of Craig's neck.

"The fuck?! Did y'all want me to buy a goddamn van for y'all or some shit? Fuck... maybe if Clyde wasn't so fat two people could sit in the front."

"I'm not fat! I'm fucking buff!" Clyde yelled back at Craig.

I sighed and looked back at Kyle who was waiting for me to tell him what to do.

I smirked and patted my thigh.

He rolled his eyes and sat on my lap while slamming the door, "are you ok? Does your leg hurt?"

"No, you're fine, don't worry... are you?"

"Yeah it's cool, don't worry."

I looked around the car and saw everyone staring at us like bats, "can we fucking go, please? God, y'all are so annoying." Everyone looked away smiling and Craig finally started to drive off.

"So... what're we going to see again?" Butters asked one of us and of course, Kenny responded.

"The Goonies! It's one of my favorites if I say so myself-" he smirked.

"What's a goonie?" he asked with an innocent face. So sad.

"Butters... Jesus Christ-" Craig sighed.

"What's the Goonies? What's- the Goonies?" Ken acted like he just got insulted about his entire personality all at once, "'What's the Goonies' he says! Butters you clueless sweet child."

As they started talking about movie lore -even though we were literally going see it- my attention went back to Kyle, who I completely forgot was even here, nonetheless sitting on my leg.

I could tell he was amused by their conversation, not even worrying about moving around. I slowly put my hand on his leg and looked out the window, not wanting to make eye contact with him.

I rubbed his thigh back and forth and he didn't seem to really react, just sat there and acted normal. I smiled in my arms and noticed the smell of his back going through my nose.

When I first met him I didn't really like the smell he carried around with him. I always thought it was too sweet smelling almost, but now I can't get enough of it. He even gave me a bottle of the cologne he uses as a gift for passing my finals. I'll spray it on my pillow occasionally when I feel like it, it made me sleep better I think, but I don't fucking know... it felt stupid.

Time passed as I zoned out everyone bickering. I wanted to talk to Kyle but it was kind of hard to do that when you can't even look him in the eye.

"Ok, we're here," Craig said.

"Thank fuck," Cylde groaned.

I liked Kyle sitting on my lap but my leg did kind of start to hurt, and there was no shot I was gonna tell him that, his heart would break into a billion pieces.

We all got out and started to walk to the old movie theater that's been there for longer than I could probably guess.

I always walked on Kyle's right so that he could hear me, when I first started hanging out with him more he would always walk around me and tell me it was fine. Yeah well, I felt like a dick so I don't let that happen anymore.

I got closer and closer to him and eventually grabbed his green hand, interlocking his fingers with mine, acting like nothing was happening.

I could feel him squeeze it back and smile into his jacket.

We all got inside and got all the shit we wanted, which wasn't a lot since we're all poor and the food here is way more expensive than it should be for fucking movie theater candy.