#lee stan

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 Whoever was at the door was getting incessant. Kyle groaned as he heaved his body off the couch and opened his front door. A wave of alcohol and cold night air whooshed in through the open entrance.

 "Kyyyyyllllle!" Stan stood behind the door, a wide lazy smile across his flushed cheeks. His bleached hair fell in his blue eyes as he held his arms out wide. Stan stepped forward to hug Kyle, but his heavy body fell into Kyle's. Kyle braced himself as he took in Stan's weight as Stan stumbled in through the entrance.

 "Stan? Aw dude, what the hell is this-" Kyle heard a bottle's liquid content clink behind him. Stan held the neck of a bottle of alcohol while he hugged Kyle tightly. Stan reeked of liquor and cigarettes.

 "Kyle- Kyle it's so- *hic* -it's so good to see you. I-I haven't seen you in ages-" Stan's words all slurred in an indecipherable speech. Kyle rolled his eyes as he helped Stan into his home and shut the door behind him.

 "I just saw you at school yesterday?" Kyle pointed out as he tried to get Stan to stand by himself. Stan glued himself to Kyle's shoulders.

"I know it was too long! You shoulda drunk with me dude!" Stan rested his head on Kyle's shoulder as Kyle's cheeks burned. It was embarrassing to deal with drunk people like this.

"Come on, let's get you upstairs." Kyle took Stan's arm around his shoulders and started helping him up the stairs to his bedroom.

"Ooooo- going to Kyle's rooooom! I wonder what's gonna happen in theeeeeere!~" Stan called out loudly; his head rolling onto Kyle's shoulder and poking Kyle’s side with his other hand. Kyle slapped Stan's hand away.

"Dude shut up you're too loud! You're gonna wake the neighbors!" Kyle hissed at his best friend. Stan sputtered a mixture of laughing through his nose and snorting.

"Pffmmtshshh- Oooooo gotta be quuuiiiieeeet guys- it's too looooud for Kyle- pssshhhh- quieeeetttt-" Stan put a finger over his lips to shush himself as Kyle groaned and opened his bedroom door. Stan detached himself from Kyle's shoulder as he stumbled across the room and plopped on Kyle's made bed.

"Auuuhhh duuude- your bed is soooooo comfy! Oooohmm my Goood-" Stan dropped his bottle of liquor on Kyle's floor, which miraculously stayed upright on the carpet. Kyle sighed and picked up the bottle to place on his nightstand. Kyle turned the bottle to peek at the label. A bottle of Jose Cuervo tequila. Definitely swiped from his Dad’s cabinet. 

 Kyle raked his curls out of his face as he took a seat on his bed. “So what happened tonight? Who were you drinking with?” Kyle asked Stan. Stan’s shoulders started jumping while he laughed face-down in Kyle’s bed. 

 “I didn’t know *huc* you were my MOM Kyle-” Stan shifted on Kyle’s bed to lay on his back and rub his hands on his face. Kyle rolled his eyes as he stood up and pulled out his phone to call the guys. The phone ringed for a few moments before Kenny and Cartman picked up on group call. 

 “Sup Kyle!” Kenny greeted. 

 “Wha’dyou want Jew-” Cartman butted in with the sounds of a video game filling the background. Kyle pinched the bridge of his nose as Stan sat up on the bed and held his arms out to Kyle. 

 “Kyle? Kyle *hic* can I have a hug?” Stan pulled Kyle into him as he smooshed his face in Kyle’s side. Kyle held his face to contain his patience as he spoke to Kenny and Cartman. 

 “Were any of you guys drinking with Stan tonight?” Kyle asked. Kenny shook his head no as Butters popped into frame. 

 “Not me. I’ve been hanging out with Butters.” 

 “Oh, heya Kyle! Good to see ya!” Butters waved enthusiastically. 

 “Not me, been too busy killing goddamned Japs-” Cartman responded with gunshots in the background. 

 “What’s up with Stan? Is he fucked?” Kenny asked. Stan perked up at the sound of his name and tried to peek at Kyle’s phone. 

 “Kenny? Kenny is that you? Dude we should fucking invite Kenny here I wanna hug him!” Stan pulled on Kyle’s wrist to bring the phone closer to his mouth. Kyle grunted as he was forced downwards towards Stan. “Kenny! Kenny get your ass over here so I can hug you!” 

 Kyle took his phone back as Stan took back his original position with hugging Kyle’s side and his face in his belly. 

 “You tell me if he’s fucked or not, Kenny.” Kenny snorted as Butters giggled in the background. 

 “Alright, I’m leaving this call. See ya, queermos.” Cartman clicked off the call, leaving just Kyle, Kenny and Butters. 

 “Sorry dude. Let us know if you need help. We didn’t drink with him tonight.” Kenny responded. Stan started giggling in Kyle’s belly, the vibrations Kyle could feel through his clothes. 

 “Hmhmhm- Kyle has a bellyyyy~” Stan took a deep breath and blew a big raspberry in Kyle’s stomach, before laughing hysterically at his own action and falling back into the bed. Kyle pursed his lips in annoyance as he went back to the guys on the call. Kenny and Butters were watching Kyle with amused glances. 

 “Well, good luck with Stan, Kyle! And congratulations on having a belly and stuff!” Butters smiled with Kenny before clicking off the call. Kyle sighed as he looked to Stan on his bed. Stan was breathing peacefully with his eyes closed. 

 “Stan, why did you drink tonight? You know we have practice tomorrow.” Kyle sat back down on the bed; Stan immediately hooking his arm around Kyle’s waist. 

 “Wendy broke up with me.” Stan responded clearly. Kyle looked down at his friend, his mouth slightly agape. 

 “Oh dude...oh my god-” 

 “I thought this time was *hic*...gonna be different.” Stan moved his head towards the ceiling to speak more clearly to Kyle. “I thought this was gonna be the time I make- I do it right, y’know. But...she didn’t give me a reason.” 

 Kyle didn’t know how to react. He started rubbing Stan’s back in soothing circles with his hand. 

 “Stan I’m- I’m so sorry buddy. I know she didn’t-” Kyle felt Stan’s ribs contract under his hand. Kyle looked down to see Stan rubbing his face against Kyle’s blankets as tears rolled down his cheeks. 

 “Hpph- Why didn’t she give me a reason Kyle- I thought we were gonna go all the way and do it right this time. I thought I wasn’t gonna screw up, but I did, anyway. And I don’t even know what I messed up, just the fact that she broke it off so cleanly with no fucking remorse-” Stan bitterly wiped away his tears, but more came in their place. 

 “Snff- And-And I wanted to treat her right so badly, I wanted her to know I loved her and adored her every single day but it still wasn’t enough. And I was so sorry that I screwed up yet another time but I couldn’t. I love her so much, Kyle. She’s my everything. And I lost her.” 

 Kyle breathed in heavily and gave Stan a hug as well as he could in his upright position while Stan held onto him tightly. They held each other for a moment while Stan shed tears down his face. 

 “You can’t blame yourself, Stan. She could be going through a rough time and giving her her space is the one thing you can do for her. If she truly wants you back, she knows where to find you.” Kyle explained while he rubbed Stan’s back. He hated to see his friend get his heart broken over and over, but he’s come to get used to it. And he’s come to loathe Wendy as a result. 

 “But I miss her...and I wanna know what I did to make her wanna do what she did. She’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me, Kyle. I don’t know what’d I *hic*...do without her.” Stan rubbed his eyes to rid himself of more tears with the sleeves of his jacket. 

 “I’m sorry dude. I wish I could do something to help.” Kyle rubbed the back of his neck while Stan sat upright on his bed. It physically looked like his head was swirling. Kyle couldn’t imagine how he actually felt. 

 “Well- *hic* there’s- you can do me a weird favor, if you want.” Stan said with lidded eyes. Kyle nodded his head fervently, his curls bouncing with the action. 

 “Yeah, of course dude, anything!” Stan rubbed his eyes harshly of any tears, leaving his face scrubbed and worn. 

 “You can- heh- y-you could tickle me if you wanted to...” Stan carded his fingers through his bleached hair as Kyle looked puzzled. 

 “...Huh?” Stan leaned back on Kyle’s bed with his forearms behind him as his eyes grew lidded and tired. 

 “I just...I just wanna laugh and forget about everything for a second. Clearly *hic* clearly fucking booze isn’t helping at all cause I can still feel my heart shattering-” Stan held a hand over his heart and laid back on Kyle’s bed. Kyle held a handful of his blanket to think. If it would help his best friend out of this sadness he’s gotten into...and he did say he would do anything...

 “Okay, I’ll do it.” Kyle declared. Stan gasped dramatically and threw his arms up in the air to celebrate. 

 “Yaaaay *hic* th-thank you Kyle! I loooove yoooou~” Stan threw his upper body on Kyle to give him a hug that was very heavy. Kyle winced as he shoved his hands up Stan’s ribs and started scribbling into them. 

 “Dude, get off me.” Stan squealed in his throat and curled up in a ball, his knees tucking into his tummy. 

 “Gahahaha! Kyhyhyhyle stohohohop!” Stan lazily bat Kyle’s hands away, but they were easy to avoid. 

 “You told me to do this?” Kyle tried to lessen the intensity by just moving his fingerpads across Stan’s sides softly. It didn’t help. 

 “I knohohow buhuhut ihihit tihihihickles!” Stan’s eyes narrowed in his laughter as he tried to curl into a tighter ball. Kyle groaned as he squeezed Stan’s thighs to get his legs to come down. It worked. 

 “Ehehehehee! Kyhyhyle stahahap ihihihit!~” Stan gave a zesty ass response as Kyle squished his fingers into Stan’s thighs. They were jeaned and Kyle was still squeezing relatively light, but Stan was still giggling enthusiastically. 

 “Is this making you feel better yet?” Kyle groaned. He’d love nothing more than to just get Stan cleaned up and headed to bed. Stan nodded with pink cheeks as Kyle moved up to his sides and squished in the skin. 

 “Yehehehes! I-hehehee!” Stan covered his face with his arms to cover up his blush. Kyle took the stupid easy opportunity to scribble all over Stan’s tummy. Stan laughed earnestly as his elbows shot down to cover himself. 

 “GAHhahahaha! Kyhyhyhyle dohohohon’t tihihhickle mehehe!~” Stan giggled like a schoolgirl as Kyle blushed madly. This was embarrassing as all hell. 

 “Alright fine, I won’t.” Kyle stopped tickling Stan, but Stan complained and went to hug Kyle around his waist. 

 “Kyle noooo- don’t leave me. Please- I’m sorry...” Stan rested his cheek against Kyle’s thigh as he still embraced him. Kyle sighed as he rubbed Stan’s back. 

 “I’m not leaving you dude, I’m right here-” Kyle heard a burbling sound come from Stan. Stan sprang up off the bed quickly and grabbed Kyle’s trashcan to relieve his stomach of its contents. 

 “Aw- dude! Sick!” Kyle exclaimed. Stan heaved as he set the trashcan down, and face-planted on the bed. 

 “Aw dude- I’m so fucking sorry man- I’m sorry I didn’t mean to-” Kyle shook his head as he raked his curls back. 

 “It’s fine man, don’t worry about it-” 

 “No no no- I’m sorry, Kyle I didn’t mean to-” 

 “It’s fine dude! Just-” Kyle looked over at Stan. He was snoring, totally passed the fuck out. Kyle sighed as he got up slowly to not disturb Stan, and removed his best friends shoes and carefully removed his jacket. He tucked Stan in with a fluffy blanket of his and turned out the bedroom light. 

 “Aw Cartman, you fucking idiot! That was a good game!” Kyle exclaimed. Kenny giggled behind his hoodie at Kyle’s anger. 

 “Are you kidding Kyle?! This is way BETTER than any Monopoly game you’ll ever play.” Cartman stood before the guys as they still sat around the discarded game. 

 “Well what is it Cartman? Was it a new Terrance and Philip episode?” Stan asked, genuinely curious. Cartman shook his hand to clear their questions. 

 “No no no, listen! I was scrolling through the TV and I found the history channel. They did this thing to people back in the day called ‘interronation’ and the people tell you any information you wanna know!” Kyle stared at Cartman in disbelief. 

 “You ruined a perfectly good Monopoly game for that?” Cartman rolled his eyes at Kyle’s question and splayed his hands in explanation. 

“I’m saying we can do it to each other and it’ll be totally cool and rad! Here, clear the board game and shut the door.” The guys knew better than to try and convince Cartman otherwise of whatever is going on through his head. Stan cleaned up the board game by shoving all of it under Kyle’s bed, and Kyle stood up to close his bedroom door. 

 “Alright, Kenny, you’re gonna be the guy being ‘interronated’. You’re gonna lay down on your back and we’re gonna sit on you.” Cartman explained. Kenny furrowed his eyebrows and shook his head. 

 “Whmmph? No waymph!” Cartman sighed and directed Kenny to the center of Kyle’s bedroom floor. 

 “It’ll be fine Kenny, don’t be a pussy. You’re gonna lay on your back and we’re gonna sit on you, and I’m gonna give you a password. All you have to do is not say the password no matter what we do to you.” Kenny looked around to Stan and Kyle. They now looked as curious as Cartman did.

 Kenny let out a grunt as he obeyed and laid on the floor, his orange jacket shuffling against the carpet. Kenny spread his arms; Stan sitting on his right arm and Kyle sitting on his left arm. Cartman leaned in and whispered a password to Kenny that Stan and Kyle couldn’t hear before taking his seat on Kenny’s legs. Kenny winced at his weight. 

 “Take it easy fatass, before you break Kenny’s legs.” Stan remarked. 

 “AYE! Shut up! Alright, now all we have to do is ‘interronate’ Kenny and get him to say the password.” Kenny looked a little worried. He tried pulling on his arms and legs, but he could barely move. 

 “Cartman, this is a little gay.” Kyle narrowed his eyes at the fact that three guys were sitting on one dude. 

 “It’s not gay it’s gonna be fucking awesome! Okay, 3, 2, 1, GO!” Still unclear about what they were supposed to do, Kyle and Stan watched Cartman launch into squeezing Kenny’s sides over his orange jacket. 

 Kenny let a surprised muffle of sound before squeezing his eyes and squirming on the floor. “Mmpph!! Mmmhmhm!” Stan followed suit by silently scritching in Kenny’s armpit, which made Kenny buck underneath the three of them. 

 Kyle watched in disbelief. 

 “Cartman! You didn’t say this would involve any tickling!” Kyle grew flustered at the sight. Kenny giggled and pulled underneath his friends, but he couldn’t get any register. 

 “What’s the big deal Kyle, it’s just ‘interronation’! We have to get the password by ‘interronating’ Kenny like we’re spies!” Cartman explained while grabbing Kenny’s sides. He wasn’t a very good tickler, he just knew how to grab and pinch. Stan had a bit more method though, with Shelly being his sister. 

 Stan looked up at Kyle while spidering his hands over Kenny’s armpit and ribs. It seemed to be a good spot. 

 “Yeah Kyle what’s up? Do you have a problem with tickling or something?” Kenny’s eyes were squeezed shut as he leaned to Kyle’s side to try and get away from Stan. 

 “Nohmhmhmhm! Sthmhmhmph!” Kenny’s muffled laugh rang in Kyle’s ears.

 “N-No, there’s no problem. I just wasn’t expecting ‘interronation’ to be so childish, that’s all.” Kyle started scratching in Kenny’s right armpit and kneading in his ribs. Kenny squealed underneath his hoodie while Cartman gaped at Kyle. 

 “How is this childish Kyle?! It’s fucking awesome! Look he’s about to break at any second! We just need to find the right spot-” Cartman started poking and prodding all over Kenny, making Kenny flop around like he was getting electrocuted. 

 “Tell us what you know, criminal!” Cartman yelled out, and settled at Kenny’s hips, prodding quickly and tazing into the bare divets. Kenny wanted to crawl into himself as he bucked his waist, his threadbare Converse drug against the carpet. 

 “Okahmhmph! Imph Terramph Amph Phillimph!” Kenny called out the password. Cartman cheered as the boys stopped tickling Kenny.

 “Yeeeah, we did it! Wasn’t that cool you guys? We made him say the password!” The boys got off of Kenny; Kenny’s blonde hair matted over his forehead. 

 Stan pat Kenny on the back. “Yeah I guess. How do you feel Kenny?” Kenny caught his breath, a small blush dusted over his cheeks. He shrugged his shoulders. 

 “Eh, imph bettem than dyingm.” The boys laughed at Kenny’s joke, glad there were no hard feelings. 

 “Alright, who wants to go next?” Cartman asked.

“Cartman this is stupid. And it makes us look like fags. Is there anything else we can do?” Kyle remarked while folding his arms.

“Goddammit, it’s not fucking gay Kyle!” Stan looked around at the other guys before raising his hand in a nonchalant way. 

 “I can go. I mean, I don’t think I’m that ticklish, so it’ll be harder to get the answer out of me.” 

 “Oho, we’ll see about that, Stan. Kenny, you sit on Stan’s right arm cause he sat on yours.” Cartman directed. Kenny let out a muffled ‘okay’ and did as he was told. 

 “Here’s the password Stan-” Kyle held a hand up to Cartman’s chest and looked to Stan. 

 “Wait, I have an idea. We can use interronation to get information out of people right?” Cartman nodded, not quite following what Kyle’s logic was here. Stan was now a little uncomfortable as he felt the weight of each boy settling on his arms and legs, securing him in place. 

 Kyle turned to look down at Stan, his face as blank as stone. 

 “Stan, what happened to my Red Mega Man that went missing right after you visited my house last time? And it just so happens that the Red Mega Man is the only one missing in your collection?” Stan’s eyes went wide as he started struggling underneath his friends. 

 “I- I don’t know Kyle. You said you lost it, remember? We- We tried looking for it everywhere but we couldn’t find it!” Stan became increasingly more nervous as it seemed he wasn’t convincing Kyle. Kyle’s eyebrows furrowed as he started kneading into Stan’s tummy. Stan jumped and started laughing immediately. 

 “That’s the answer we came up with, but I’m not convinced! I think you stole it!” Kyle accused, with Stan giggling in the background. Stan’s laughter filled up the room, unlike Kenny’s muffled laughter. 

 “Aw dude sweet, this is just like how it was in the TV show! Kenny, start ‘interronating’ the suspect.” Cartman started looking for tickle spots on Stan, while Kenny prodded along Stan’s ribs. 

 “Kyhyhyle I didn’t steheal it! I swear! You sahahaid you lost it!” Stan’s giggles petered out as he was prodded with the hands of all his friends. 

 “I don’t believe you Stan! I had my Red Mega Man right before you came over to my house, and as soon as you left, I can’t find it anywhere!” Kyle removed his green gloves and started to wriggle his fingers in Stan’s open armpit. Stan snorted and squeezed his eyes shut in laughter. 

 “Hmm, after calling me a piggy after all these years, seems like you were the little piggy Stan~ Kyle, make him snort again.” Cartman commanded. 

 “Shuhuhut the fuhuhuck up fahahatass!!” Stan retaliated, yet snorted again against his will. Cartman started arguing at a laughing Stan about how he wasn’t fat while Kyle angrily tickled his best friend. Kenny accidentally found one of Stan’s most ticklish spots while dotting around Stan’s upper body with his fingers. Kenny’s fingers brushed past his connecting rib between his armpit and his ribcage. Kenny dug in and surprised himself with the reaction. 

 “GAH! Kennehehey! Gehehet ohohout of thehere!” Stan’s fists balled up as he retreated from Kenny’s side of the carpet. 

 “Kenny what spot is that? I wanna see if I can get him on this side too.” Kyle asked, Cartman poking along Stan’s waist and getting dangerously close to another spot. 

 “Imph thm highemph ribmph im himph rimbcamph.” Kenny answered underneath his jacket. Kyle grew a sinister smile as he cracked his knuckles. 

 “Kyhyhyle dohohon’t dohoho it! I didn’t steheheal the Mehehega Mahahan!” Stan’s eyes were squeezed tightly in his laughter. Cartman turned to Kyle and nodded his head. 

 “Do it Kyle. The bastard totally stole your Red Mega Man. Your Red Mega Man is living in the same house as the kid who jacked off his dog and didn’t wash his hands after.” Cartman added more fuel to the fire as Kyle dug in to the same spot Kenny did. Stan spazzed on the floor as both bad spots of his were getting targeted. 

 “KYHYHYLE!! Stohohop plehehease!! Okahahay okay okay!! I stohohole it! I stohole yohour Mehehega Mahahan! I’m- I’m sorr-EHEHE!!” Cartman found another one of Stan’s ticklish spots during his confession. He squished Stan’s upper thighs, making him pull and buck as hard as he could muster. 

 “Hmm, alright that’s enough. He said he stole it.” Kyle waved the guys hands off Stan as he caught his breath, and curled up in a ball on the floor. 

 “You fucking bastard Stan, you knew I was looking for it and you pretended to help me? But you knew you had it the whole time?” Stan was suffering from residual giggles as he could feel his friends fingers brushing past his skin. 

 “I- hehe- I’m sorrehee- You left it right out in the open so I thought you didn’t care about it that much-” 

 “If I was looking for it for over an hour then OF COURSE I care about it, dickstain! If I don’t have it back by tomorrow, I’m gonna kick your ass!” Kyle absent-mindedly switched places with Stan, as he now took the middle position of the group. 

 “Oh thank you Kyle, for volunteering yourself to be the next person to be ‘interronated’.” Cartman expressed as he took his seat on Kyle’s legs. Kyle’s eyes flew open as he was late to find out what was happening. 

 “Woah woah woah! I-I didn’t volunteer myself! I don’t wanna be ‘interronated!’” Kyle pulled on his legs as Kenny and Stan pulled his arms apart to sit on his elbows. 

 “What’s wrong Kyle? Nervous after how you treated me, huh? You know I actually have a question of my own.” Stan loomed up over Kyle, Kyle now wearing a nervous face. 

 “Wamph! I hamve a quemphon!” Kenny raised his hand excitedly. Stan gave him a sideways glance. 

 “Kenny save your question for Cartman’s turn. Kyle, did you ever have a crush on Wendy Testaburger? I knew you said you didn’t try to impress her when we had to take care of our eggs, but I’m not convinced.” There was a drawl to Stan’s voice, as if he knew he was using Kyle’s words against him. Kyle sagged against the floor at the impossible question. He could say no to this question all he wanted, but it would never convince Stan unless he gave him the answer he was looking for. 

 “Of course not Stan, I never had a crush on Wendy. I don’t even like her!” Kyle pleaded in his voice, but Stan wasn’t having it. Kyle’s heart started to beat. The boys would soon find out that Kyle was the most ticklish one in the group really fucking quick. He’d have to hold out as much as possible. 

 “Uh oh Stan, looks like he’s lying. You know what we do to liars around these parts, don’t you Kyle?” Cartman, always the instigator, butted in. All three boys stared down at Kyle. He swallowed nervously. 

 “W-Wait a second! Give me another question, that isn’t even fair! Stan you know I never had a crush on Wendy and I never will!” Kyle pulled on his arms as Stan’s hands started to slip under Kyle’s jacket. 

 “Damn, trying to steal Stan’s woman Kyle? That’s totally not cool. Stan, you should show him what happens when you cross a Marsh.” Cartman butted in once more. 

 “Cartman shut the fuck- uhuhuhup! Stahahan stohohop!” Kyle shook with laughter as Stan gripped his fingers all over Kyle’s freckled tummy. Cartman and Kenny followed suit and started tickling the usual spots, but on Kyle the reactions seemed to be doubled. 

 “Stohohohop!! I’m- I’m seheheherious!” Kyle’s eyes narrowed in his high pitched laughter. 

 “Ohm, hemph som timplhish!” Kenny remarked brightly. Stan started squeezing around Kyle’s belly button, which Kyle let out a shriek. 

 “Tell me, Kyle! Tell me you had a crush on Wendy!” Stan actually was interrogating Kyle at this point, which filled Cartman with a sadistic glee, to see Stan and Kyle bicker and to see Kyle in such a predicament. 

 “Oh, did you hear that Stan? Kyle totally called you a pussy!” Cartman instigated. 

 “YOU SAID WHAT?! I’LL KILL YOU!!” Stan growled and started kneading into Kyle’s ribs. Kyle let out a cry of half pain and half unabashed laughter. 

 “NOHOHO!! He’s lyhyhyhying! Cahahartman I’m gohohonna fuhuhucking fihihhight yohohohou!!” Kyle let out. Kenny kept his tickling to a minimum. He knew what it was like to die of laughter, and he didn’t want to subject that to Kyle. Cartman and Stan were having fun hearing Kyle in such a state. 

 “Oh oh, did you hear that Stan? I belieeeeve Kyle just said you’re a pussy whipped cuck who has no chance with Wendy, you have a better chance with your sister Shelly!” Cartman was having an incredible time watching Kyle flail and pull on his limbs to escape. Cartman started kneading into Kyle’s waist and thighs while Stan dug into Kyle’s sides. 

 “Shut up Cartman, he didn’t say all that. Come on Kyle, say you had a crush on Wendy already and this can stop.” 

 “Unleph hem limph it.” Kenny interjected. A lightbulb appeared over Stan’s head. 

“Ooooh, that’s it huh? You’re not letting up cause you like it, Kyle? Just admit it! You admit liking getting tickled and you liked Wendy!” Kyle was experiencing too many things to answer. Stan’s hands sped up under his jacket, making Kyle laugh so hard his hat was knocked askew from his head. 

 “I dohohohon’t lihihihike gehehetting tickled!! Ahahand I dohohohon’t lihihihike Wendeheheey! Plehehehease Stahahahan!!” Kyle shook his head back and forth to try and throw the tickles off of him, but that just knocked his hat off his head. His ginger hair was unleashed; his velvety curls splayed all over his carpet. 

 “Oh come on Kyle, if you just admit that you like it, it’ll stop. The fact that you’re nooooot admitting it leads us to believe you like it afterall...” Cartman reasoned with Kyle. 

 “Duhuhuhude nohohoho wahahay! STOP! STAHAHAHAP STAHAHAHAN!!” Kyle belted out his laughter when Stan fluttered his fingers over his bare ear. Stan scribbled all around it, his fingers getting lost in Kyle’s red curls. Kyle was sent into a spiral of silent laughter. 

 “Ohp, you’re killing him Stan. Welp, that’s one less Jew to worry about, I guess. Heh heh heh.” Cartman snickered while Stan rolled his eyes and lessened up his tickling. 

 “Alrihihihight! Alright stohohop nohohow please! I ahahahadmit it! I lihihihike tihihihickles ahahahand I like Wehehehendy!!” Kyle blurted out. Stan waved everyone’s hands away as soon as Kyle uttered his confessions. Kyle’s heart beat quickly as he lay on the floor breathless. 

 “Aw sweet! I got that on video!” Cartman had a shit-eating grin on his face while he replayed Kyle’s laughter filled confession. “Oh I’m totally turning this into my ringtone.” 

 Kyle turned to Stan while he still laid on the floor. 

 “S-Stahan, I don’t like Wendy, I never did. I only sahaid it, so it would stop-” 

 “I know dude. I just wanted to get you back for how you had me before.” 

 “What?! But you actually stole something from me! It was what you deserved!” 

 “Yeah well-” Stan shrugged. “-Now I know you’re crazy ticklish, so I can tickle you whenever I want.” 

  Kyle sat upright and dove after Stan, Kenny backing up from the fight.  

 “You bastard! I’ll kill you!” Stan and Kyle started rumbling on the carpet, while Cartman got up and broke them apart. 

 “Hey wait a minute! I never got a chance to get ‘interronated’!” 

 Kyle and Stan stared at him blankly. 

 “....Dude, nobody wants to tickle you Cartman.” Kyle remarked.

 “Yeah nobody wants to tickle you, fatass.” Stan agreed. 

  “What the-” Cartman sputtered as he looked to Kenny, and Kenny just shrugged. 

 “Well fine! I didn’t wanna get ‘interronated’ anyway! I would have outlasted all of you guys and I would have been the coolest guy in the room! Well now you don’t get a chance! Screw you guys, I’m goin’ hooome!” Cartman left Kyle’s room with Stan and Kyle still on top of each other. 

 Stan got off of Kyle and turned to Kenny. 

 “Well, that was the gayest thing I’ve ever done.” Stan claimed.