Fucking changed it, never mind.

--

"MY WHAT NOW?" I really didn't mean to yell, honest. It just sorta came out louder then I meant it to.

Stan blinked, rubbed his hand against my cheek, oh God, and started laughing. "Jesus Christ, son. It was a joke." He sighed, shaking his head. "Did the hag- I mean Sheila raise you without humor?" His hand fell to his side. "Wait. I bet she did."

"Hnnn, hello there kid." Craig broke in before I could speak. "Awake now?" I looked away from Stan to the blonde as he gave a violent twitch and almost landed on the floor. Again. I focused back on Stan.

"You," I started, my words starting to fail me again. "You're a fucking ass."

Stan's eyebrows shot up and I think he gasped but it was hard to tell because some guy announced that the 'sorry ass punk fucks' needed to return to the stage.

I glared as he watched me for a second before turning and walking away.

I crossed my arms with a huff.

"Hey, um, illegitimate love child?" Fuck, why did I look up at that? "Take your little friend." A frail body was held out in my direction. "The kid fainted again. I'm thinking about going for a record."

Tweek was transferred to my arms and I staggered slightly under his weight.

Oh fuck you, I normally didn't have to move anything heavier then a chair.

A hand touched my back and I turned to see Kenny standing there, a huge grin on his face. "Dude- man- Kyle? That was fucking hysterical."

Growling, I attempted to throw Tweek at him, but, as I said, he's not quite on the 'chair weight' side of the spectrum.

Thusly, he crashed onto the floor at our feet.

That's a nice way to wake up, yea?

"JESUS FUCK!" He screeched, his arms flying into the air above his body.

This sent Kenny into another peal of laughter, which was, obviously, contagious cause even Butters was giggling softly.

Yahweh. . . Please damn all blondes.

"Come with me
Into the trees
We'll lay on the grass
Let the hours pass
Take my hand
Come back to the land
Let's get away
Just for one day"

I couldn't help but turn back towards the stage when I heard his voice. Neither could I stop the sigh that slid from my throat. Goddammit. Ass or not he had an amazing fucking voice.

"Let me see you stripped down to the bottom
Let me see you stripped down to the bottom"

His eyes found mine and he smiled down at me, adding a wink. The gestures made me want to melt but I kept thinking about what he'd said.

"Metropolis
Has nothing on this
You're breathing in fumes
I can taste when we kiss
Take my hand
Come back to the land
Where everything’s ours
For a few hours"

Stanley Marsh, my fucking Idol knew my parents of all people. How is that? How the fuck could someone as amazing as him know my run-down, excruciatingly boring parents? It didn't make sense.

"Let me see you stripped down to the bottom
Let me see you stripped down to the bottom
Let me hear you make decisions
Without your television
Let me hear you speaking just for me"

Unless- unless- he grew up in South Park. I shook my head at the thought, no way, how could he have? Why would he come back? Though. . . He acts as if he knew me and, really, when I think about my mom had muttered stuff about the brunet daredevil dad ran around with in college. Still, there's no way. . . Right?

"Let me see you stripped down to the bottom
(Let me hear you speaking just for me)
Let me see you stripped down to the bottom
(Let me hear you moaning just for me)"

A finger jabbed the back of my head and Kenny pointed at the stage, forcing my eyes to focus back on the man singing. That word, that word that fell past his lips as he looked at me, eyes half-massed with amusement, or is it something else?, then made my knees turn weak and my blood set on fire in my veins. Shit . . . even if he did know my parents, he still gets me hot.

"Let me see you stripped down to the bottom
Let me see you stripped down to the bottom"

I took a step backwards and tripped over the blonde still sitting on the floor.

"AUGH!" Tweek cried, his head smacking against the concrete floor. "SH- PRESSURE!"

I groaned, rolled off him and leaned against Kenny's legs. He smirked down at me and I scowled. Fucking bastard. He reached down and pulled me up by my arm, all the while still holding onto Butters' waist. I turned away and back to the stage.

"This next song is one that I know all the fucking hicks in this town can appreciate." My eyes followed Stan as he dodged a beer can. "HEY! I would be one of those hicks too!” And he laughed at the curse that followed. I slumped down as his eyes darted toward me. "Anyways. Here we go."

"It was a late, late hazy Saturday night
I went out with my friends to go and grab a beer
I said I gatta take, take, take it easy, so easy tonight
Got to work in the morning and my head it’s got to be clear”

Well fuck, he obviously was from this hick town. Not that it necessarily meant that he was really friends with my parents. Though that wouldn't explain how he knew me. . . . . . Fuck.

"But they had drink specials galore and I had a few more then I probably should have consumed
So hey what's the big deal?
I just had a big meal
I can drink myself silly till noon"

"Kyle?" I turned to see Kenny holding Tweek up by the arm. "We need to find the others and leave. It's past midnight." I could only blink, is it really that late? Well, judging by the way Butters was literally being held up by Kenny I could guess yes.

"But soon my friends noticed there was the remotest chance that I might be fucked up
I wonder what gave it away
Was it my clumsy sway?
Or the fact that I pissed in their cups?"

I glanced around quickly, standing on tip-toes to see over peoples heads. "I see Clyde by the bar but Gregory's no where I can see."

"Oh
I got so fucking drunk last night
(You were fucked up)
I can't believe I did that shit
(Some stupid shit)
I think my bastard friends were right
When I start to party all through the night
I can't seem to make my poor self quit
When I'm drunk I do some really, really stupid shit"

Kenny shook his head. "We're leaving Gregory. He's going home with a," He paused, looking thoughtful. "Friend, I guess." His gaze drifted behind me briefly before he led the other two away. "Lets go."

"So I heard I made quite a fool out of myself
I didn't mean to squeeze that sweet sorority girl’s tit
I think it was the wells that got changed to top shelf
That took me from tipsy to so unbelievably blitz"

Looking over my shoulder I noticed movement off-stage. Curious, I moved closer, earning myself a flash of dark brown hair. Then a familiar face appeared and looked straight at me before disappearing again. "Gregory?" I said it softly, knowing that he wouldn't be able to hear it anyways. Shrugging, I started after Kenny. I could always ask later.

"I heard that I puked in the sink
And then made the bar think that I had an eleven-inch dong
This shit shouldn't be legal
I heard I fucked a Beagle that just happened to be walking along
By then my friends realized the look in my eye was reason enough to disown
They all gave a quick sigh and without saying goodbye
Those mother fuckers, they all went home"

I met up with two of the four near the bathroom. "What's up?"

"Oh
I got so fucking drunk last night
(You were fucked up)
I can't believe I did that shit
(Some stupid shit)
I think my bastard friends were right
When I start to party all through the night
I can't seem to make my poor self quit
When I'm drunk I do some really, really stupid shit"

"Butters." Clyde replied simply, shoving his hands in his pockets, only slightly hindered by the boy clutching his arm. "He started acting really weird and his face turned bright red. Then Kenny rushed him in there." There was no need for the head tilt toward the door he did, but, I guess he felt it necessary.

"Oh
Thank God for the miracle of Advil
(Of Advil, of Advil, of Advil)
I wish that it erased my memory
(Did I really sleep with that Beagle?)
I'm starting to develop quite a masterful skill
(Yea, I'm getting pretty good)
At staying the fuck away
From sobriety
(I'm drunk all the time)"

"I hope he's not sick." I gazed at the ground for a moment. "Maybe I should go in there and see if they need help." Before I could even begin to move Clyde blocked my path. "What the hell?"

"I got so fucking drunk last night
I can't believe the shit I did
I think my bastard friends were right
When I start to party all through the night
I
Just
Can't
Seem
To
Quit"

He stood firm. "No man, Kenny said for no one to go in. I think he knows what's wrong." A hand landed on my shoulder. "Let him do this okay?"

"I got so fucking drunk last night
(You were fucked up)
I can't believe the shit I did
(That was some stupid shit)
I think my bastard friends were right
When I start to party all through the night
I can't seem to make my poor self quit
(No you can't)
When I'm drunk I do some really, really, really, really stupid shit"

Even though it's juvenile, a feeling for rage welled up in my chest and I found myself pushing past him and stomping to the door. "Kenny?" I pushed open the door and steped inside. But, I don't see anyone.

The first noise I heard is heavy breathing, and soft whines. I ignored my confusion and steped further inside, holding the door open with one hand.

A muffled moan reached my ears next and now I'm sure someone's in the stall. "Dammit Kenny. I know you're here."

There's a click and Kenny slid out of the stall, holding the door closed behind him. "What?" His gaze was colder then usual and I suddenly felt bad.

"Um, uh," I stammered, contemplating just running out. "Butters. . . Is, is he okay?" At that moment another moan sounded though the room.

Kenny let out a breath and slumped against the door. "Those fuckers earlier managed to get him to take something before I got there." I moved forward, finally letting the bathroom door close. "It- it's my fault."

My eyebrows knited together. "I fail to see how it's your fault." Once I was close enough I placed a hand on his upper arm. "But, what do you think it was?"

He looked away and gnawed his lip, something I'd never seen him do. "X." He looked back up. "Shit Kyle, this could turn out bad. Like really fucking bad."

There was a cry and Kenny was back in the stall, and it was locked behind him. "Butters," His voice barely reached my ears. "It'll be okay."

I rested my hands on the metal and frowned. Fuck, if only I had tried to talk sense into them like normal that wouldn't have. . . . Shit.

On my retreat someone came through the door and caught me from behind. "Is Kenny in here?"

I tipped my head back, and look up at the man. "Umm, why?" I shifted away from his grasp and toward the sinks.

Kenny reappeared, "Kevin? Thank God. Help me out I don't know what to do." ?Was that a look of complete and total gratitude on the blondes face? And was that stranger following Kenny into the stall that I hadn't been aloud in?

The anger returned and I stormed out.

And right into Stan's arm.

"Whoa there. What's up?" He held me at arm length and gave me a concerned look.

I snorted. "I friend was slipped something and another friend let a stranger in but not me."

His gaze didn't soften, instead it took a turn towards disappointment. "Kevin?" I nodded bitterly, not acknowledging his look. "Isn't one of your friends Kenny?" Again, I nodded. "Kevin is Kenny's older brother."

Staring at him with disbelief, the 'Kevin' guy exited behind me. "'Scuse me." He mumbled and pushed past me, then I noticed that he's holding Butters' in his arms and Kenny was trailing right behind him.

I wanted to complain, I really did, but I fought the feeling down and simply followed after, letting worry take over.

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I swear to God that Rammstein's lead singer has the sexiest fucking voice ever.

This thought stems from the first song featured in this chapter. Stripped. It is originally by Rammstein but Drist did a more 'rock' cover for it. The lyrics of the two are slightly different; the ones here are the ones Drist did.

strikeThe second song is The Hangover Song and I think it's by George Good Band? It may just be George Good, I'm not sure, I don't have the info for it./strike

EDIT/ The band for The Hangover Song is the Josh Goode Band. I figured it out :D

Also, I'm not very sure anyone was actually waiting for this to be updated but if you were, sorry, I haven’t had a computer in a while.

Umm, I'll put Tweek's up as soon and I finish it. Kay?

PS Excuse mistakes, Clyde, my laptop, doesn't have Word on it so I can't spell/grammar check. And, I'm to lazy to go through and fix shit.

Love from Against A Wall