Chapter 41 - Rebecca

Kyle's Pov:

We finally arrived to Becca's house around 9, and I was in awe. It was a nice pretty big cabin built right on top of the lake. As we walked up I looked in between the support beams that held up the house 15 feet, and noticed they even had their own boat that was beside the dock. "Jesus you never told me you had a millionaire friend." Stan said as we walked up the stairs, I didn't say anything. When we got to the door Stan stood behind me as I knocked with so many feelings of anxiety swirling in my stomach. I was greeted by an older woman, who I knew was Rebeccas mom. "Oh my, it's so nice to see you Kyle!" her mom said pulling me into a hug as I smiled. "It nice to see you too Mrs. Cotswolds." I said pulling back. I noticed Stan was in the background just awkward and realized he was never that good at introductions with people older than him, only girls his age who he could flirt with as a greeting, such a fuckboy. "This is my best friend Marshall." I said, I didn't know if something had been said about Stan on the news, so I wanted to play it safe. They shook hands and she lead us inside, where Becca's dad was sitting on the couch, and quickly got up to shake our hands. We talked for a little bit about what it was like to move to Utah, until I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around and it was Becca, smiling ear to ear as she looked up at me and nearly jumped into my arms.  I hugged her for a good 15 seconds before she pulled back smiling at me. "Oh my god, we're twins now!" she said laughing and touching my hair as a I starred at her smiling, getting a good picture of how much she had grown since last time I seen her.

Rebecca Cotswolds..

She had definitely.. grew. A lot. Her curly brown hair that was once to her shoulder was now dangling halfway down her back. Her height was about the same, 5'3, I always used to tease her about it, even when I was still only about 3 inches taller than her. She now was a full blown hippie, she had always loved the ideology and aesthetic, but her parents were weird about letting her get her own clothes, and her mom usually bought her everything. There were clearly.. other things too.. but I tried not to think too much about them because it was weird as fuck of me. "Dude it's been so long, how have you been!" I said looking down at her. "It's actually been pretty good. I started going to real school! It was hard at first but its been going good I guess." she said messing with her waist beads. Rebecca was homeschooled but came to school for a bit, and thats when I met her. We stayed on and off before her parents pulled her out of school again for no reason. We tried to keep contact, but a few months later she moved here, and we pretty much fell off. After we caught up a bit more, and I introduced her to Stan, she invited us up to her room. When we got in both me and Stan looked at each other with wide eyes at how cool it was.

It was pretty small considering how big the house was, but she explained that it was because she chose this room on purpose instead of the big one beside her because she had a problem with not being able to fill up a big space. The window had a view of the lake and opened up to a little place to sit on the roof; I almost felt jealous that she got to live here. "This is cool as fuck." Stan finally said as he sat down on a bean bag in the corner of the room. "Thank you! You guys can make yourself at home." she said as she cleaned up a bit around the room. I sat beside her bed watching her scurry around the room not being able to sit still, I felt myself smiling at the fact that she really hadn't changed. After she was done she put in some vinyl into her record player that was from The Beatles or something. She sat down beside me with something in her hands. "Sooo, I knew i couldn't let you come her and not leave with something soo, I made you this." she said smiling and handing me a handmade necklace, and it was literally one of the coolest things I had ever seen.

"Becca. You didn't have to." I said looking at her smiling knowing I was so glad she did. "I knowww but I wanted to. I've been learning how to make jewelry and knew it was just perfect for you." She helped me put the necklace around my head and smiled at me seeing me with it on. "Thank you so much dude, it's so cool." I said giving her a hug. For some reason, I didn't feel as nervous around her like I always had before, probably because Stan was here, even though he had been silent this whole time. "Are you guys hungry? Theres a corner store around the block that sells a lot of food!" she said looking at me then at Stan. "Hell yes." Stan said getting up quick at the mention of food. We headed out and got into Becca's car as she took us to get our food. She had already ate so she wasn't hungry, but me and Stan were starving. After we were done eating Stan said he had to use the bathroom, so me and Becca returned to the car. After a few minutes I didn't know what was taking Stan so long, but I didn't really care because I was so caught up with Becca in the moment.

Stan's Pov:

I stood in the bathroom mirror staring at myself annoyed at how jealous I was for no reason. I was used to having Kyle all to myself even when we were with our other friends, because we both knew we liked talking to each other more than we did anyone else. It was weird this time though, Kyle hadn't tried to include me into their conversation once, which he usually always did. I knew it was because me and that girl didn't have anything in common, but he could at least try. I rolled my eyes and slumped against the wall, not really wanting to go back to the car and just wishing we could leave this place already. I tried thinking how to pass the time and make it go faster.. Then I got another one of my brilliant ideas. I quickly put my hood over my face and slid out of the bathroom quickly and headed over to the giant coolers built into the walls. I looked in the alcohol section and realized none of it was probably even enough for me anymore, then I looked over at the liquor on the side. "Bingoooo." I whispered to myself deviously as I quickly walked over and examined all the bottles. It was an alcoholics dream. I knew I had to be fast because I didn't need to get caught in another state. I looked at the counter and noticed the clerk was busy with something in the back, so I began stuffing as much as I could into my pockets. Whiskey, Vodka, and more vodka. I put my head down and held the bottles in my pocket together with my hands to make sure they didn't make a sound. Just as I was approaching the door the clerk came out of the room and looked at me. "Did you find anything?" she said looking at me smiling. "Uh no thank you!" I said quickly as I hurried up out of the store, knowing I looked suspicious as hell. When I got in the car I looked into the store to see her staring at us confused and slumped down into my seat to avoid embarrassment of them finding out what I did. "Did you take a shit or something Jesus." Kyle said as they both started laughing. I fake laughed then rolled my eyes at what was clearly Kyle trying to make his stupid little friend laugh. We finally pulled out and headed back to her house.

We sat in her room for hours as they just talked and talked, and I sat there saying nothing. It was getting unbearable, just having to listen to their conversations, and recounting memories, and stupid drama that didn't even matter. I looked at the clock and it was 11:34, I couldn't stay sober anymore. I pulled out a bottle, side eyeing them to see if they were secretly judging me, but they didn't. They didn't even look at me once, they just kept talking and talking, Jesus christ. I opened the bottle louder than usual to see if Kyle would look at me, nothing. I took a swig with no chaser and coughed loud at the taste on purpose, knowing that alcohol tasted like water to me, but still nothing. "Shit thats bad." I said out loud, examining the bottle father away to make sure that it could be in his viewpoint, but he just continued fucking laughing and talking with that girl. Fuck I wanted to throw the stupid fucking bottle at his head. I gave up. There was no point, he was way too invested with this girl, which made me really mad for some reason but I stayed quiet. After a few more minutes of drinking silently I heard her hop up. "Do y'all want to go for a ride on the boat?" she said as I looked back and saw Kyle grinning harder than he ever had, fucking loser. "Fuck yes!" Kyle said as he got up. When they both came over to the door I contemplated just staying and letting them go, but Kyle actually reached out for my hand and grabbed me up, and in a moment of weakness I happily got up and walked beside him.

Quickly, that happiness turned into boredom, then slight anger, as he did the same thing he did in the room. He was like some kind of lost puppy, right beside Rebecca anytime she'd move, it made me sick. I sat on the back of the boat, drinking away my sorrows while staring at the moonlight on the river, while they both stood at the drivers seat laughing and talking the whole time. Like, I get it; She's pretty or whatever, and she's really cool and shit, but why was he being so clingy to someone he hadn't seen in years? I found myself rolling my eyes every time he's say some stupid joke and she'd giggle for way too long, or when one of them would mention something and the other would get so excited and all that stupid bullshit. I just drank my bottle until I finally felt it. We stayed on the boat till it was almost 3 AM, just listening to the radio that was built into the boat as they talked and talked and talked, and sometimes added me in but then got bored of me, then kept talking and talking and talking. I was so tired of it. I just wanted to be home. "I feel sick.. can we go back?" I said lying out of my teeth just wanting to be able to sleep with Kyle already, just to have him to myself again. "Oh come on dude." Kyle said rolling his eyes, which really made me mad. "Stop Ky, if he's sick we can just go home it's not that big of a deal." she said looking at me then at him. "Whatever." Kyle said clearly annoyed with me, the fuck is his problem. "I'll let you drive back if you stop being so mean." she said smiling at him, and he quickly got a smile on his face too. "Fineee. I'm sorry Stan." he said before turning around and walking to the captian's chair, I rolled my eyes harder than I ever did at his stupid ass apology and returned to the back, this time drinking as much as I could straight from the bottle. I looked back at them and nearly spit out my drink as I saw her sitting on his lap as he drove the boat. Ew, he looks so gross as a straight guy. It didn't help that they practically looked like siblings because of their basically matching hair, I really started feeling sick thinking of him with her, and began chugging.

By the time we got back to the house I was shitfaced. "What the fuck? Where did you get alcohol from?" Kyle said barely fucking realizing that I had a whole bottle. "I been had-having it you ffffucking idiot." I said slurring and throwing myself onto the dock. "Dude, chill out." Kyle said jumping onto the dock and helping me up. I leaned onto him cussing him out as he held me and helped me up the cabins stairs. "Dude, shut up, you need to go to sleep." Kyle said shushing me as we walked in, and then taking away my bottle. I tried to cuss him out for taking it until he put his hand on my mouth and handed the bottle to Becca. I was way too fucked up to fight for it back, and I felt myself already starting to black out, so I just let it go and let Kyle help me into the other room. "Kyle pleaseee." I said as he laid me onto my side on the bed and put the blanket over me. "No dude, go to sleep.", he said as he turned off the light and walked to the door. I jumped up into a sitting position realizing he wasn't coming, "Where are you going? Arent you c-coming to ssssleep?", I said feeling myself getting sad. "Uh.. yeah. I just need to go get something real quick, I'll be right back, just go to bed." Kyle said coming back to me and rubbing my forehead smiling. I felt myself smiling and finally letting myself drift off into the void knowing that he'd be there with me in my sleep, I finally passed out.

Kyle's Pov:

I closed the door to the guest room silently and let out a dramatic sigh as Becca laughed at me and we went to her room. "Does he always get that drunk?" Becca said giggling as we silently closed her door and threw the bottle on the bed. "Uh.. no. I think he was just nervous." I said lying. I didn't want to tell her Stan was an alcoholic, that'd be pretty fucked up. She just laughed as we sat down in her bed and she examined the bottle. "Damn, he drank a lot." she said, and I noticed it was half empty. Jesus fucking christ Stan. He knew he wasn't supposed to go that far with liquor ever since rehab, and it made me a bit sick thinking that he did that much without me even realizing. I was snapped out of my sickness when Becca said, "Do you want to finish the rest?" I looked up at her surprised as she was always a goody two shoes. "Uh, are you sure? It's really disgusting." I said knowing she wouldn't be able to handle it. "It's okay, I've always wanted to drink, but most of my friends don't do that stuff." she said looking down at the bottle again. "Cool then." I said getting up and going downstairs, bringing us both back sodas to chase the alcohol with.

On her first drink she accidentally spit out half the liquid in her mouth, and quickly took a drink of her soda as I fell back laughing at her. "Jesus fucking christ bro!" I said not being able to catch my breath as she quickly apologized and dried my legs off where she had spit alcohol onto me. "I'm so sorry, I didn't know it would be that gross. My god." she said gagging as I continued laughing. After a while, she got a but used to it, but still gagged after every drink, as we started drinking more and more.

After drinking half of the half that Stan left, me and her were both drunk as fuck. We laughed at every little stupid thing until it was about 6 AM. "Fuck its s-ssoo late" I said hiccuping with my words. "Yeah.. I feel soooo weird." she said giggling and falling back onto her pillow. I fell back with her and we laughed a bit as we looked at how drunk the other was. "I'm so glad you c-caame. I missed you sssoooo much." she said grabbing my face as she giggled. I could tell the alcohol was making her more bold, as back then she would never touch me without asking first, and it kind of triggered something in my brain that made me be bold back. "You know, you look s-so pretty. Like, I came into the house and th-thought.. wowww. She's s-soo pretty." I said, my drunkness getting in the way of what I really wanted to say, but I knew she knew what I meant. She giggled and looked me in my eyes smiling, I looked back at hers and I felt the tension get worse and worse as we just stared at each other. Before I realized what I was doing, I leaned in and kissed her. When I pulled back, her eyes were wide and her face was fully red. She quickly began kissing me back until we were making out. I had no idea why I was kissing her, or why I didn't just stop it, but I knew it had sometimes to do with spite. Knowing that Stan had been all buddy-buddy with Wendy even while he was leading me on made me think, why shouldn't I get to do the same thing? Suddenly, all my guilt went away and turned into the need for a slight revenge. I wrapped my hands around her waist and we drunkenly made out until she was eventually on top of me. When she realized the position we were in she stopped and looked down at me flustered. My hands moved along her waist as I admired her curvy body, something that wasn't really prominent with girls in South Park. "Do you want to.. uh.. go further.." she said quietly embarrassed, and suddenly I realized what was about to happen. "Are.. are you sure?" I said knowing that now that I had experience I could probably impress her. "I.. I guess. Just take it slow because.. I've never.." No fucking way. "No way, you're still a virgin?" I said trying not to laugh but failing. "Sssshut upp." she said putting her hand on my mouth. "Okayyy sorry. But, yeah. Fuck it." I said smiling. I watched her take off her shirt, my eyes widened seeing her in only her bra like I was in some old fucking cartoon. "Damn." I whispered under my breath as she giggled nervously. "Shut up." she said embarrassed as she got up to pull her pants off but left her underwear on. She pulled off my shirt and helped take off my pants before sitting in my lap and kissing me again. Her body was perfect. I couldn't even help getting turned on. I guess she felt it because she gasped. "Oh my god. Now I'm scared." she said looking down as I laughed. "It's okay. I'll try not to hurt you." I corny-ly, said boasting my own ego. After a while it was kind of a blur. We got lost in time as we went on for what seemed like hours. Until the worst thing that could've probably happened, did.

Stan's Pov:

I woke up feeling more nauseous than I ever did. Fuck I have to drive, why did I drink so much. I realized it was 7 and I had no idea when I had even gone to sleep. The sun was barely rising so there was a little light in the room, I looked over to see Kyle, but he wasn't there. Whatever. I sat up on the side of the bed, but immediately got the urge to throw up, so I quickly started panicking knowing I couldn't throw up in the bedroom. I ran out to the hallway and knocked on Becca's door because I didn't know where the bathroom was. After no answer I knocked again, with no answer again, until I realized there were noises coming from inside the room drowned out by the TV. I busted in the room, and could've killed myself right there when I realized what was happening.

Becca jumped off of Kyle as they both gasped and stared at me trying to cover themselves. I starred at them with my mouth wide open as they stared back at me, then everything came rushing out at once. I tried to turn around to run, but it was too late, as I turned around I vomited into the hallway. I kept throwing up repeatedly as I heard them apologizing again and again in the room scurrying to put on my clothes. I threw up so much that it hurt my stomach until Kyle ran out with only his shirt and boxers, grabbed my arm, and pulled me into the bathroom down the hall.

I leaned over the toilet throwing up everything I had probably ate in the past 5 days as Kyle sat beside me with his hand holding back my hair. I felt tears streaming down my face because of the pain, both physically and emotionally, feeling so angry at how much it hurt me to see him like that. "I'm sorry Stan, I'm so sorry." Kyle kept repeating as I kept throwing up, I heard his voice choking up and I got mad that he was crying even though he was the one who chose to do that shit. "Shut the fuck up Kyle." I managed to get out before throwing up again. Kyle started crying even more as his head leaned onto my shoulder and he wrapped his arms around my waist like a scared toddler. He kept apologizing over and over again as I kept throwing up until I couldn't anymore. I fell back against the wall and cleaned my face with a random rag that was on the bath tub. Kyle continued crying and crying while holding onto me, I could tell he was fucking shitfaced. "Dude, did you drink?" I said looking down at him. "Yessss I'm so fucking sorryyyyy" he said as he started crying even harder and holding me tighter. I rolled my eyes and sighed at him and his emotional ass, before putting an arm around him to calm him down even though I was still pissed off. "It's fine Kyle be quiet already." "Noo because you fucking hate me I know you dooo." he said as his crying got louder. "I don't fucking hate you dude calm down." I said pushing him off of me as he hit his head back on the wall. "Yes you fucking dooooo I know you fucking hate me so much Stan and I'm so fucking sorryyyyy." Kyle said as he fell right back ontop of me slumped over onto my lap. God is this what he has to deal with everytime I'm drunk? I feel bad if so. Just then, I realized that stupid bitch was looking into the bathroom worried, and I never wanted to hit a woman more in my life. "Can you go put our shit in the truck. We're fucking leaving." I said giving her the death glare. She didn't say anything and instead just nodded as she quickly left.

I stayed there fake-ly comforting Kyle until she came back to tell me she put all our things into the truck. I helped Kyles drunkass downstairs and realized that both the girls parent's had gotten up and were looking at us concerned. "Oh dear, what happened?" her mom said looking at Kyle who was still hysterical. I looked back at Rebecca, and how nervous she was, and got another one of my amazing ideas that made me nearly smile. "Your daughter stole your boat, got my friend drunk, and had sex with him, and now i'm pretty sure he has alcohol poisoning so.. we're gonna go." Her parents stared at me wide eyed gasping after I finished what I was saying. As Kyle held onto me and I helped him out of the house I slammed the door behind me, and immediately heard the girl getting yelled at by both of her parents. I couldn't even help but smile. I picked up Kyle into the passengers seat and got into the drivers. His cries quickly turned into snores, and even though I was tired as fuck I knew I couldn't stand to be in this stupid ass fucking town for any longer. I used his phone to put in the directions to oregon and sat back in my seat, the pounding in my head got worse as I got on the highway and I felt miserable. I was so ready to just get everything over with, thanks Kyle.