(Your 19 year old Kyle Broflovski)

You are in college, and you share a small, four bedroom apartment with your three best friends, Kenny McCormick, Eric Cartman, and of course, Stan Marsh.

You and Stan have been.. avoiding each other lately, for at least a week now, and for a good reason. Something happened between you two, you were both drunk on a Friday night, and the other two were out and busy at a party, and you two being drunk together is NOT a good combo. So, you guys drank a bit, you both got overly clingy like usual, and one thing led to another, and let's just say some clothes were taken off and some intimate actions were performed.

Sadly, the other two noticed how you guys had been avoiding each other, and, well, they just assumed what happened, because it wasn't too hard to, the day after it happened you two couldn't even look each other in the eyes, were more tired than usual, there were a few hickeys on your neck and scratch marks on Stan's back. So, those two dumbasses decided to lock you two in the bathroom.

"Hehehe... Byee, you guys won't be coming out until you two resolve whatever is going on between you two fags..."

Cartman said, saying yet another slur he couldn't reclaim, then he and Kenny just.. left the apartment, with Cartman literally texting Stan's phone saying that they won't be coming back for an hour and a half.. great.

"Ugh! Those assholes.."

You muttered with a sigh, running a hand over your face, now stuck in an embarrassing situation. Locked in a bathroom neither the dude who's been your super best friend since diapers, but you two did some stupid shit and just made everything between you tense and awkward. You didn't even regret it, just didn't know how to talk about it or talk to him after that...