sober | stan marsh

drowning

I stumbled home with my arm around Kyle's shoulder, occasionally letting go to release the contents of my stomach onto the poor, unfortunate road. We eventually got back to Kyle's place only to see that Ike was still wide awake watching movies in the living room.

"Fuck." Kyle muttered under his breath, before heading inside.

Ike sat up upon hearing us enter. He started panickedly mumbling about how he didn't see the time and how he'd do anything for Kyle not to tell their mom until he saw me. He sat there, open mouthed, for a moment before choking back laughter.

"Is Stan... drunk?" he stared in disbelief.

"No shit genius." Kyle responded. "You better not tell Mom or I'll tell her all about your late night movies, understand?"

Ike ignored his brother's question completely.

"Stan Marsh. Huh. Never thought of you to be the type who'd get drunk so easily."

I could barely even focus on what he was saying. I was too tired. Too drunk. Kyle handed me a cup of coffee and made me drink it to sober me up a little, whether I liked it or not. Naturally, Ike was full of questions, but my brain couldn't process half the shit he was saying.

"Was the party any good?"

"How much did you even drink, dude?"

"Did you kiss anybody?" Kyle winced at that one.

"I still can't believe Stan got that drunk, must get from your dad, eh?"

Those words pierced straight through me like a needle. I stood up abruptly.

"I'm gonna go take a shower, I smell like puke and I don't think Sheila would appreciate it very much."

I heard Kyle scolding Ike as soon as I left the room, but I pretended not to hear it.

I stood in the shower, letting the water run over me, staring at the tiles. I wish I didn't let Ike bringing up my dad get to me as much as it did. I should've expected it. I knew he didn't mean anything by it, I just couldn't bear to imagine myself growing up like my dad. I finished showering and changed into some spare clothes I had at Kyle's house already. Ike was in bed and Kyle had set up somewhere for me to sleep. We barely even interacted we were so tired. We just got into bed and fell asleep.

The next morning I woke up at about 10am overcome with nausea. I needed to throw up, but Kyles entire family were up and he was still out cold. Before I could think of what to do, I just acted on instinct and grabbed Kyle's trash can.

"Bleuurghh" my hungover ass was not gonna make it through the day.

A couple minutes passed by before Kyle woke up.

"Dude, did you throw up?" he gagged, still only half awake.

"It's in the trash can, I didn't know what to do cause your parents are up and you were still asleep"

"That's nasty, but I guess it's better than my mom finding out. Speaking of my mom, we should probably get up before she goes ape shit on us about "how lazy teenagers are" again."

I stood up out of bed, already wearing my spare clothes, and we both headed downstairs.

"Morning Mrs Broflovski, morning Gerald." I said.

We sat down on the couch next to Ike who was watching some dumb Canadian TV show.

"Nice sleep gaylords?" he smirked.

"Shut the fuck up Ike." Kyle replied, and as if on cue, their mother gave out to them about their "language", yelling at them from the kitchen.

"How's the head Stan?" Ike commented. "You don't look half as rough as I expected, I have to say."

"Ike-"

Just as Kyle was about to lose his shit, Mrs Broflovski brought us in some breakfast. Kyle and Ike ate away but I couldn't bring myself to eating anything without the fear of throwing up

"I better get going." I stood up and grabbed my duffel bag.

"Thanks for the food Mrs Broflovski." I said before pulling my hat on and opening the door.

As I stepped out onto the road, I took a deep breath of the bitterly cold air. I pulled my phone out to see 7 missed calls from Wendy, 13 messages from her, and a missed call from Bebe. Fuck. I decided to wait until I was in a better frame of mind to call Wendy back. That was when I remembered what I did. How could I forget? I kissed my best fucking friend in front of my girlfriend, not to mention the whole grade. What was I thinking? That's the thing, I wasn't thinking. I was drunk. The exact thing I told myself I wasn't gonna be. As I approached my house I heard my parents arguing. My dad was shouting, at least that's what it felt like. Everything was so loud. This early? Really? I slipped in and somehow got up to my room without noticing. I tossed my phone across the room. Everyone was texting me about what happened. I could still hear my parents arguing downstairs, I didn't even know what they were arguing over. I pulled my pillow over my head and drowned out any noise. I drifted off into a sleep. At least I could be safe in my dreams.

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a/n : finished writing this at 6:14am. It took me over 2 hours. It's kinda boring but I had to include it, hope u enjoy it!! <3