Partying is the problem /pt.2 style au/

Her and Her Friend

• Kyle's pov

"Hey!" Butters walked into our room and started to change his work shirt. "Whatcha doing?"

"Uh... checking my emails and waiting for Stan to come and get me."

"Oh! Are you gonna talk to him about... the thing?"

"Yeah, I was gonna talk to him anyway since I know he's gonna be freaking out over me for the next year or so."

"Well it won't just be him, we're all scared for you Kyle."

I closed my laptop and made eye contact with him, "Yeah... I know." I smiled even though I wasn't happy at the moment.

I'm always telling them that it's gonna be ok and that there's nothing to worry about, but when I think about it I get scared to a point where I feel like the more I say it's gonna be ok, the more it's actually not. I didn't want people to worry about me, they had their own problems to deal with, And this one is all mine.

"Ky-"

He got cut off by someone knocking at our door, so he opened it and then looked at me.

"Hey!" Stan and Kenny said in unison with each other while walking in.

"We're here to kidnap your roommate if that's fine?" Ken asked Butters and put his hands on his hips like he owned the place.

"Fine with me." Butters raised his eyebrows and smiled again.

"Actually wait Butters- you wanna hang with us for a bit? Me and Craig are gonna go get my truck at the station and maybe go see what Clyde and Tolkein are doin'." Kenny winked at someone, I couldn't tell who he was referring it to though, I'm guessing Butters.

"Aw yeah sure! Let me get my stuff."

I got up as Butters grabbed his things, and watched them start to leave, "See y'all later dudes!" Ken shouted in the hallway and left with Butters.

Stan stood there as the heavy room door closed slowly.

"Hi." He took off his shoes and jacket, and then went up to me and gave me a hug and peck on the mouth with a smirk. He then sat down on my bed and leaned on his hands, "What have you been doing all day? Since- you know, you'll take that test next week. Is it next week?"

"Oh uh I don't know yet, I have to reschedule it soon though that's for sure." I didn't really know how to bring up the topic I was pushing for so I just kept staying stupid crap. "Did ya'll pick a club name yet or what?"

He laughed a little, it was kind of an inside joke at this point, "Yeah uh actually we picked 'Hooters fan club.'" he joked... or at least I hoped he was joking. "So what do you wanna... do?" he grabbed my hips and put me in between his legs while looking up at me.

"Uh... can I ask you something?" I avoided his eyes.

I could barely see his light smile fade away slowly into a more serious face, he looked scared. I already felt bad.

"Uh... yeah. Of course, you can... is it about your-"

"No! No nothing like that I promise."

His face got a little better, "Oh ok ok... I have something to kind of tell you too."

I was confused. I couldn't think about anything on this planet he would need to 'talk' to me about. He just wasn't that person.

"You go first though." He smiled.

"Uh, it's just that like- don't take this the wrong way, I love the guys and stuff but you know..."

"Know what?"

"Well, it's just super rare that I see you especially now since I'll be even busier and everything we do together... is not really, together. You know what I'm trying to say...?" My eyes squinted.

"Yeah... but I don't really see it as a problem though-"

I was taken aback by what he said. I expected him to at least agree or realize something, but no. I stared at him like he was being a little less smart than he normally is.

"I mean does it really matter? As long as we're together right?" he raised his eyebrows, wanting a specific answer out of me.

"Well yeah but still- we're never just together together. I mean we haven't even-" I stopped talking before I said something stupid.

"Haven't what?"

"Nothing-" I moved myself out from between his legs and turned around to grab my water bottle.

"No, what? What were you gonna say?"

"Nothing, ok?!" I opened the bottle and drank the rest of it in the passive-aggressive silence surrounding the both of us. "It's nothing."

• Stan's pov

"It's nothing," he said.

I understood what he was talking about but I didn't think that was such a big problem. We still do things alone without other people so I didn't know why he was worrying about that so much. My problem is that when we are alone, nothing happens, so why would we be alone in the first place? You get what I'm fucking saying?

"Look I know what your saying ok? Really, I do. But I just don't see the point in being alone all the time when we never even do anything." I stood up and roughly placed my hands in my pockets.

"Never do anything? W- We do something every time we see each other though?" He tossed the water bottle into the trash can, almost missing.

"No like- I'm not... this is kind of what I wanted to talk about." I rubbed my warm neck.

"What?"

"You... and me... you know..."

He stared at me for a moment before lowering his tone softly, I could barely hear him, "Stan..."

"I just-" I sighed and looked around, trying to force the words out of my mouth. "I feel like shit, ok? Making you have to think about me and what I wanna do when you literally have the worst shit in the world to deal with just makes me feel like... a dick-"

I heard rough snow hitting the gray-lit window as he started to get closer and closer to me looking worried, "You're the only thing I like worrying about Stan... I love it actually," he put a small smile back onto his face, and then kissed me on the cheek.

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Erm hey guys I posted a face reveal on my random shiz book if y'all wanna look at that and erm the next chapter or two is freaky so yeah