Don't Think Of It Like That

luck at its worst

It's been five years since Stan had even a sight of his so longed super best friend. After highschool ended, Kyle and Stan slowly drifted apart, though it was Cartman who disappeared first. There was something going on with Cartman that Stan didn't want to know about, but with Kyle? What happened to him he may never know. Stan had always hoped he'd find him in a store or by his college. Stan was in the community college next to South park but not close enough for his parents to check on him everyday, not that they cared much. A few people from south park went there too like Clyde and Kenny. He hung out with Kenny on a regular basis but they were never as close as he was with Kyle.

Stan was finished with all his classes for the day and decided to hang out with Kenny. Their dorms weren't that far apart. As he turned to the next building he was met with an already familiar face.

"Sup Marsh," Kenny asked with a smirk. He was still wearing a hoodie but it was a darker orange than it used to be in middleschool. As for Stan, he wore a Broncos baseball cap and a seemingly familiar orange jacket that once belonged to Kyle. Man he missed Kyle.

"Hey Kenny," Stan said with a small tilt of the head.

As their conversation went on, they wandered off to Kennys room and suddenly got into the subject of drugs. Stan had a few puffs from a bong before and surely drank more than often. But these questions started getting heavy really quickly.

"So, have you ever done meth?" Kenny asked with a serious expression. Stan was shocked by the question. Where could he even get meth? Is it even worth the risk? He put his questions aside to give a simple "no" and sat down.

"Well Stan the man do I have something for you," his smile became wide while finishing his sentence. He then successfully fished a bag out of his backpack and revealed it to Stan.

"This here is the real deal, stan," Kenny looked up at his friend only to find a worried face.

"What the hell Kenny? How the fuck did you get meth on school grounds? Isn't that illegal?" He said with a slightly louder tone.

"Meth is illegal anywhere dipshit, but it's pretty easy to get if you know the right people, buddy," he waved the bag before shoving it in Stan's face.

Kenny decided to lay out the minerals on the table and looked back at Stan.

"What? Now?" Stan asked. "It's now or never," Kenny said as he snorted the meth from the table. Stan didn't want to seem too nervous but he still struggled to understand why he would do meth in the middle of the day.

"Shit dude, can you atleast tell me who gave you the meth?" Stan asked worried. He honestly wanted to know if these people made a profit from the narcotics.

"Dude, I actually think they're recruiting?" Kenny questioned himself as he spoke. "Want to get the job Stanny boy?" He asked with his smirk sinking into place. Soon he would be in a high state and would not answer Stan straight up. As soon as Kenny didn't respond, Stan decided to leave.

"Wait," Kenny pleaded as Stan was about to head out. "It was.. they're recruiting at that Dennys. Tonight at 7.. I had... there's an apointment Stan. Just tell the hooded guy 626. C'mon buddy if you get in then you can get me a job."
Stan was surprised by the invitation and decided to walk out without saying anything.

There as a part of Stan thay was going to remember all of those steps, you know, just in case.

As he got to his dorm, he remembered the hole in his wall covered by a poster behind his bed. Man that's gonna cost him money. He can't afford that, and neither can his family. His wall was accedentally injured by his strength and anger. Well, that's a reason to get a job. Maybe... maybe in the drug buissness... Wait what was he thinking? He wanted to stay out of that, right? Everything was so confusing lately.

Stan sat down and immediately regretted the decision as the bed broke and a few springs popped out.

"WHAT THE FUCK?" Stan yelled. Now he had to pay for that too. There was nothing good about this situation. He's gonna owe atleast a hundred bucks for the wall, trust me it's a pretty big hole, and now the bed. Great.

What time was it? Stan checked his phone to see the time and was greeted with a cracked screen. Fuck he must have sat on it in Kenny's dorm. Essentially his day was going horribly with all the work they did in class and now he had excessive bad luck.

Anyways, the time. 5 'oclock. Not too late. "Wait the appointment was at 6 wasn't it? Maybe I should go.. WAIT NO I CAN'T." Stan screamed at himself in his mind and started to regret remembering the steps of Kenny's.

Well what's the worst that could happen...

Stan made up his mind. He was going to go to the appointment just to check it out, for Kenny atleast. Yeah, for Kenny.

He stopped thinking so hard and realized atleast thirty minutes had passed.

"Time to go" he thought.

On the walk there, wich was only a few blocks, Stan looked around the environment. No one appreciated the sky and the nature in this town. Maybe Stan would be able to start a garden when he got out of college. "Wait no, that's gay," he reminded himself. Soon the Dennys was ahead of him and he continued inside and intenationally stepped out of line.

"I'm meeting someone already here," he told the waitress as she nodded. Now to find someone with a hood on. He turned his head and found the person. They only looked slightly familiar, like someone he saw at school but never talked to. Did they go to his school? Either way they would be talking soon enough.

As he approached the booth, a strange familiar voice asked "what's the code?"

Stan was shocked by how similar the voice sounded to... no no it wasn't him. He wouldn't be in some drug gang. Well Stan didn't know what it was exactly called.

"626?" He slightly questioned. The person in the hood was still looking at the wall without showing his face but he was still for a couple of second before continuing the conversation.

"Sit down," he said sounding rather scarier than what Stan heard earlier. He sat in the booth and was faced with a man in sun glasses hood covering his hair. He took off the glasses about to say something but inturupting himself while staring at Stan.

"HOLY FUCK WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!" he exclaimed.

No way.

No fucking way.

"KYLE?" Stan exclaimed with a sudden happiness.