I Swear It's You. [K2 Fanfiction.]

Chapter four

Kenny's p.o.v

I woke up in Token Blacks house on the couch. I rubbed sleep from my eyes and ran my tongue around in my mouth as I took a look around. There were people passed out everywhere and holy shit, from what I could see, his house was trashed.

A sleeping Kyle Broflovski was draped accross my form. He twitched as I poked at his forehead.

"Comon, Ky. I'm taking you home." I told him, laughing as he groaned. He was most definatley hung over.

I wrapped his legs around my waist and stood up as his arms latched around my neck. I started to carry him out, stepping over people that were passed out on the floor, alot of them slowly waking up and beggining to freak out. Alot of them grabbing their head, lots of pain medication will be taken today. I laughed again to myself. I barely felt anything.

Kyle hissed and buried his face in my neck as I opened the door and our eyesight was filled with bright sunlight.

"Take me back inside." he whined and I shook my head.

"No way. I'm getting you home before your mother wakes up, dude." I said, hiking him up farther on my back.

When I found my beaten up truck, passed down to me by my dad, I jiggled the handle, just in case I left it unlocked. When I found that I had not, I dug around in my back pocket, while holding up Kyle with my free hand. I stuck it in the keyhole and opened the front door before unlockng the passenger side and setting Kyle in it.

I shut my door and started the engine as soon as I made sure that Ky was buckled in. I'll be damned if we get in a wreck and he dies while he's hungover.  That would suck. Alot. Come to think of it, I think I did that last year. Figures.

The redhead beside me scrunched his face up and jabbed the power button on the radio just as I got a signal. Probably was hurting his head.

We drove down the road for a bit before I realized I had tylenol in the glove compartment.

"Hey, Ky, pop that compartment open. Theres something in there for your head." I told him and he obliged, fetching the medicene bottle.

"Do you have a bottle of water or something?" he asked me and I winced.

"I have vodka in the backseat?" I told him and he shook his head, unbuckling and turning around to get it. Have I ever mentioned how awesome his ass is?

I waited for him to plop back down in his seat. He laid the tylenol in his lap as he rebuckled hisself and opened the half-full bottle of greygoose still in his hand before taking the pills with it and making a face. He set the bottle in the floorboards of the backseat and put the pills up.

When we reached his house I shut the engine off and waited for him to get out. When he didn't get out, I looked at him to see him already looking at me, like the first day of school.

"You're coming with me." He said and I gave him a wierd look before he added, "You got me drunk, now I have a hang over and you're helping me today." I sighed, taking the keys out.

"Your parents are going to wonder why the hell my truck is in their yard so early in the morning." I told him and he looked as though he was thinking this over.

"Come back later." he shrugged and unbuckled, getting out. "I'm trusting you." he told me, before entering his house.

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I returned to the Broflovski's a couple hours later, as promised. It was now eleven oclock. I knocked on the door and was greeted by Ike, Kyle's eleven year old brother.