Triangles

The amount of rage Kyle felt was unmanageable. He stood there holding a red solo cup while his friend, Stan, was making out with his ex-girlfriend right next to him.

Stan's ex-girlfriend, Wendy, had broken up with him multiple times for another guy. Still, Stan was at her beaconing call. The thought of how much better Stan could do if he just got over her, pissed Kyle off. Also the amount of love Stan had for her made Kyle envy her.

Kyle was bisexual and even came out to Stan. Stan was cool with it, but he was straight. Although, late night (and drunken) phone calls proved other wise. Every late night call ended with Kyle feeling every confused and broken hearted.

Kyle ached for the ravenet's love. Every phone call got his hopes up only to find that Stan even didn't remember it.

As their kissing got louder Kyle growled under his breath. He didn't want to be at this shitty party listening to his crush make out with Wendy. Kyle threw his cup (filled with alcohol) onto the ground and stormed off.

As he walked away he could hear Wendy complaining that the liquid had gotten all over her clothes. He couldn't help but smile.

Kyle sat on the porch steps, he wanted to be sure he was sober before driving. The door opened then slammed shut causing Kyle to jump and look back. A very drunk, very angry Stan stood there.

"What the fuck?!" He slurred.

Kyle didn't feel like arguing. Definitely not after watching and hearing Stan slobber all over Wendy. He just rolled his eyes and turned around.

"Why did you throw your drink on Wendy?" Stan asked. He was incredibly loud. Stan usually got loud when he was drunk. Although Stan was usually a happy drunk.

The look in his eyes told Kyle differently. Stan was pissed. Suddenly Kyle felt his heart race (and not the cute fluttery type either). This wasn't Stan.

"Well?!" Stan roared.

Kyle jumped. "I didn't mean to. I was just tired of seeing her stomp all over you."

Stan groaned. It was the same shit Kyle had been saying for years now. He was so sick of hearing it. "Look, I know you have some little crush on me, but you are never going to be with me. I don't want you." Stan said coldly.

Those words cut through Kyle like a knife. He felt tears fixing to spill over. Stan was his best friend, how could he just kick Kyle where it hurt like that?

"Don't coming crying to me next time she cheats on you." Kyle spat. Stan threw down his glass bear bottle.

"Get off my property!" Stan yelled.

"Dude, this isn't even your house!" Kyle yelled back. Stan lunged forward and grabbed Kyle by the collar.

Then the door opened and slammed shut again. Kyle groaned. He didn't want anyone seeing him like this. He knew that he'd break down any minute.

"Let him go, Stan." Kenny sneered. Kyle was relieved to hear Kenny. After watching his alcoholic father for years, Kenny became the designated driver at these parties.

It was a little odd if you really thought about it. Most people were surprised to hear that Kenny didn't drink. In fact he'd even punch Cartman in the face for trying to peer pressure him.

Stan dropped Kyle and turned to Kenny. "I want him off my property."

Kenny narrowed his eyes. "This is not your house." He growled. Then he grabbed Stan and practicality threw him inside.

Kenny held his hand out to Kyle. Kyle was depressed, miserable, and embarrassed. He just wanted to go home.

"I'll take you home." Kenny said softly. Kyle gave a half-hearted smile. Was he that see through?

Kenny helped him up and walked him over the the car. Oddly enough he didn't let go of Kyle's hand.