idiots in love

~ 18 ~

Once Butters and Kyle arrived at school and explained everything that went down that morning, the talk of them dialed down. However, what began to spread was news of Butters and Kenny. But it wasn't a flying rumor that someone made up. Butters freely told his friends and even classmates the moment he entered the building. They were all thrilled at the news and not once did Butters get any hate for it. Maybe people were hating him in his head but at least they weren't vocal about it. Shit, even Cartman didn't throw a homophobic remark.

Although it was a great day for Stotch, Kyle could already feel that today would be the worst day of all. Seeing Tweek before 4th period made him feel less uneasy. "Hey Tweek." His eyes caught the shimmer of a creatively-made box in a Wallgreens tote-bag. "You brought it here? I thought you were doing it at your house?"

A disappointed sigh came out. "Yup, that was the plan. But I guess the universe hates me right now." In his back pocket, he took out an envelope and handed it to the Jew. "Turns out Bebe wants to throw a party and it'll be at Token's place."

Kyle frowned at the envelope. "Invitations? Since when did high school parties get all fancy?"

As Kyle ripped it open, Tweek explained, "It has something to do with the last party Token threw. Clyde told me a bunch of strangers came in and literally trashed the entire place. Like broken chandeliers, broken vases, broken windows. People from out of town and local colleges showed up and harassed everyone. So they're trying to avoid an incident like that."

The invitation was a huge index card clearly made by Clyde. The chicken scratch hand writing and random stickers gave it away. Why was there cupcake and princess stickers in one corner and satanic symbols in another?

It read: 'Token and Bebe's VIP Party (bring this invitation to be invited in)
Starts at 6
Ends whenever'

"What the fuck..."

Tweek chuckled. "Still think it's fancy?"

Kyle threw the envelope in his bag. "God, no."

Tweek then continued to explain himself. "I won't have time to head home cause after school, I gotta stop by some places. So now I have to bring this with me. And it doesn't fit in my locker." The coffee lover watched his friend shoot a quick text to who knows. "So are you coming?"

"Definitely." He answered fast. "I really want to get my mind off of Stan for a while."

"But won't Stan come?"

Kyle thought it over before responding, "Nah, I heard from Token that Stan can't make it cause he got detention and has tutoring after."

"You sure, man?" Tweek asked with concern.

"Don't stress bout it." Kyle reassured him by saying, "If he comes, he comes. I'll just leave if I feel uncomfortable, it's fine." Although he said that, he really hoped he wouldn't find Stan there standing with Wendy.
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The cafeteria bustled with hormonal teenagers sleep deprived from countless nights. There were cliques in their separate tables but in this universe, anyone can sit anywhere without brutal judgment. Near the vending machines was Stan and Craig. Tucker leaning against the wall, scanning the space for a coffee lover. Stan inserted 3 quarters to buy himself an orange juice box. The cardboard beverage rattled inside the machine, pushed back by a metal cord the drink then fell to its opening. A thud! alerted Marsh and through the slot, reached for it.

Stan's morning didn't start off spectacular. Being ignored by his best friend is not a great feeling. Maybe this juice box can help brighten his day. Glancing over at Craig, his knitted eyebrows, deep frown, and constant throw of his middle finger for no reason made it clear to Stan his morning started off terribly, too. "So...what happened to you?"