---Kyle's pov---

Stan gets off of me and I sit up next to him.

"Well, it all started in the middle of the night. Around 11."

~~Flashback~~

I sit on the edge of my bed, and grab my phone. I answer it and put it to my ear.

"Hello?" I ask. I didn't even bother checking the caller ID.

"Heyy, Ky-Ky," I hear a slurred voice and loud music in the background.

I blink and stare at the wall, "Stan?"

"Yeah," I barely hear.

"Why are you calling me in the middle of the night?"

"Well, since we're... SBF's I though you'd... give me a ride home..." he slurs out. I give the wall a confused look.

When was the last time Stan said we were "SBF's?"

I roll my eyes finally trying to think that Stan was obviously drunk and hoping he could get me to drive him home.

I sighed, "Where's the party?"

"Clyde's..." he says. I sigh.

"Okay. I'll be there in a minute, I guess."

I hung up and threw on my coat and my boots.

I grab my keys and climb out the window and down the tree. I start my car and make my way over to Clyde's.

Once I get there, I see a bunch of drunk teenagers and all I can hear is the pounding of the stupid club music they're playing.

I walk over to the door and go inside to see it's way to crowded to get through. I still try, after bumping into many people and almost getting into a fight, I make it to the stairs. I walk up stairs looking for Stan.

Finally, I see him in Clyde's room with a few other people, some I can recognize. Craig and Tweek are making out in the corner of the room and Kenny, Clyde, Bebe, and Token are sitting on the bed talking with Stan.