Last Summer - South Park [Style]

TWENTY¬FOUR [louise]

2019

When Stan wakes up he immediately notices that he is cold. Very cold. And that he is not in his bed. He can barely see anything because it is dark wherever he is but there is a window a few meters away through which he can see the dark pine trees standing there like indestructible giants. Is he in the middle of the woods? Stan tries to get up, supporting his weight by pressing his hands onto the cold wooden floor. He slowly stands up, he feels dizzy. "Back already?" Stan's head shoots around at the sound of the voice and he sees a person standing to his right, wearing a mask. Baseball bat in their hands. "What..." Stan isn't sure what's happening but he is scared. His heart starts to beat faster as the stranger walks towards him. He takes a step back and another one and anot- He can't. Stan looks down at himself and only now he realizes that metal shackles are holding tightly onto his ankles. What the fuck is going on? He pulls his feet repeatedly but the shackles won't move. "It's not time yet. Go back to sleep." Stan looks up again but before he can ask the person who they are or what they want, the baseball bat flies through the air and sends him into unconsciousness.

2023

The next thing Stan feels is the flaming hot sun falling down on his body. What just happened? He tries hard but can't remember much. He woke up, there was someone, something happened and now he is back here again. But what happened? Stan doesn't know but he feels as if he should be scared or at least worried. Everytime so far he was able to remember what he did before going to bed perfectly fine so why is it all blurry now? And why is he shaking even though it is almost hot outside? And where is he? Stan looks around, he seems to be at some kind of port, small sailing boats and yachts are parked next to each other in parallel lines. But it's hard for him to concentrate on the peaceful scene. His brain is telling him to run away, get back into the present. Is he in danger? Maybe he should do what his brain is telling him and get away before Kyle- "Hey!" Too late. The red head walks up to him and pulls Stan into a hug before kissing him. Okay wrong future, Stan thought this scene would take place after the more than awkward double date but he's with stripper Kyle now. Even though calling him that in his head feels disrespectful. Aren't they dating now? Well they went on one date. No, that's probably not true, it's just one date Stan witnessed himself. Kyle tastes like strawberry gum. So sweet. "Are you okay, Stan? You look nervous." Stan holds back a frustrated sigh. When was the last time he felt okay and not either terrified, confused or heartbroken? "I...I'm fine. I just don't feel so good. Maybe I should leave." And make sure that stranger isn't killing him or anything. "What? No, you can't leave! It's going to be awesome!" Stan wants to ask what is going to be awesome but he probably shouldn't do that if he doesn't want Kyle to think that he's either insane or has amnesia. Instead he checks the boy (his boyfriend???) out. Kyle looks good, well he always does, but he looks good in the sense of looking happy. And healthy. His red curls reflect the afternoon sun softly and his green eyes sparkle with excitement. He's wearing a basic white tshirt tucked into a pair of...golden sweat pants. The only other person Stan could imagine pulling off this bald piece of clothing is Kenny. But Kenny also is his own league. He has to admit though that it suits Kyle. And it nicely outlines the curves of his ass. It looks cool and simple and yet extravagant. More masculine than he is used to from the flamboyant beauty. Stan quickly checks his own outfit. To his surprise he is not wearing a leather jacket but blue shorts and a dark grey sweatshirt. He is also carrying a backpack. Sadly their outfits don't give him a clue on what they are about to do. "Come on, I am so excited. You can't ditch me now! Plus you only win something like this once in your lifetime." "Win?" There are only few things set in stone in this world. Things like that humans breathe oxygen and that silent farts are deadly. Most things have exceptions. But one fact without any exception is that Stan never wins. Not in the lottery and definitely not in life either. "Yes, win or what would you call it? Did you take part in the raffle accidentally? Come on baby, we're late already." Kyle softly grabs his hand and pulls Stan towards the boats. He took part in a raffle and actually won? But what did he win? A boat? That'd be quite disappointing because Stan doesn't have a boat license. Or maybe his future self does? "I'm really excited, I've never been on a yacht before, let alone slept on one. I really made the right choice by choosing you over one of those aged sugar daddies. Because next to you..." Kyle stops walking and turns to Stan. "...I feel like a prince." Kyle wiggles his eyebrows. Stan still tries to identify and organize all the new information but that's a hard thing to do when Kyle is standing in front of you, drop dead gorgeous and smiling like an idiot so Stan simply leans forward to kiss him. "So you only feel like that because you can sleep on a yacht thanks to me?" Kyle chuckles. "You know what I mean." Yeah no, actually he doesn't. Stan doesn't know shit. He doesn't know if they are dating, he doesn't know what had happened after their last date and he doesn't know what they are about to do. "Mr. Marsh?" Stan is being pulled out of his thoughts and he looks into the face of an older man with weather wrinkles and a cigarette in his mouth. "Yes?" "Louise is back there. Just follow me." And WHO the fuck is Louise? Fuck, why can't his time travels start where they have ended instead of making him jump around on the time line of his own life like a maniac on speed? Him and Kyle are holding hands while following the man which helps Stan calm down a bit. Maybe he should relax and just let it happen. He won't be able to get away from here anytime soon anyway. And with that the thoughts surrounding the stranger in the cabin move into the back of his head further and further. "Here she is. What a beauty, am I right?" The man looks at a smaller yacht with a sun deck and smiles satisfied. "Wow, Louise is a beauty indeed," Kyle replies and steps closer. "Is there a downstairs?" "Don't worry, you won't have to sleep outside. Unless you want to, the weather might actually be good enough. But downstairs you'll find a bedroom, the bath and a small kitchen. This one, the room with the glass walls, is a small lounge. Louise isn't the biggest lady out there but you two will have enough space for the next 24 hours. Oh and up there the captains will be sitting. Hey Steve!" A man bends his head down from the control room. "That's Steve, one of your captains. If you want to go for a swim, let him or Miguel know and they'll stop the yacht. You got any more questions?" Stan has a lot of questions but probably none the man can answer. "No I think we're good, thank you." Kyle smiles brightly and carefully steps onto the boat. "Oh wow. I already feel extremely fancy." Stan follows him and takes a look around. Yup, a typical yacht. He leans closer to Kyle to whisper in his ear. "Did you see that guys' face? Steve I mean. Probably wasn't hoping for two homos to step on his sacred Louise." "One more reason to fuck on the sundeck, he'll have a good view on us from up there." The thought makes Stan's heart flutter. Well less the thought of someone watching them but more of spending some intimate moments with Kyle. "Or maybe he got salty when he saw me because he already imagined bending you over the control board so you can ride him like a motor boat." "DUDE!" Kyle's face heats up. "That's fucked up. Don't say stuff like that." "Okay but if I don't find you next to me in bed tonight I'll go check up there. Just in case." Kyle rolls his eyes but he doesn't seem pissed, just embarrassed and flustered. "Did you see the table they put on the sundeck? Probably because of the...candlelight dinner." Kyle winks at him. "God, that's cheesy." "No, it's romantic." "Yeah okay, you're right. So what do you want to do first?" Steve comes down from his spot to detach the yacht from the pier. He avoids looking at them. Weirdo. "How about we get a drink or some ice cream and make out?" "Sounds good to me."