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i'm not dead omg
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Ships Ahoy!
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I really wanted to try this!
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Stan Marsh has tired to escape from it all. He's moved out, got a well paying job, and even met a couple new friends from said job. But put that all aside for a moment, and you'll see he's back here. Back in South Park. The place that he sore he'd never return to. The place had held too many pointless memories. This place was the very reason, Stan had struggled with alcoholism. That's why he tried to start a new fresh life on his own, to better himself. Still, each and every day his mom called to make sure Stan was well fed, clothed, and also let him know how much she misses her little Stanley. "When are you coming to visit me and your father?" "You better at least stop by for your father's birthday!" "Stanley I haven't seen you in eight years!! Are you still my son or not?" Would always be thrown in the conversions they had. He did miss her, a lot. He loved his parents, but he just couldn't face going back to that town or seeing old faces. Until one particular phone call when he could hear his mom's voice crack, as if she was going to break down and cry from Stan being away so long. That was what made Stan give in and say "I'll be there tomorrow, Ma."
He pulled up in his parent's drive way, and sat there for a minute taking a big deep breath. Before getting out of his beat up truck, Stan reached under the seat for his handy dandy bottle of what was obviously cheap whiskey from your local party store. He took a huge gulp, then sashed the small bottle in the pocket of his jacket. The whiskey warmed his body from the cold air that didn't seem to stop blowing. The dark haired man knocked on the front door, hoping to god there was some fucked up chance his parents weren't there, so he could go back home. "WHO IS IT--" The voice was cut off, as the door was opened and his older sister Shelly looked upon her little brother. Stan didn't say anything, he just waited for Shelly to start kicking and screaming at him like she always did. But, she didn't. She just looked puzzled, and stepped away from the door. "Mom, Stan is here." Shelly yelled across the house. "Stanley?" His mother walked out of the kitchen, and into the living room with glee. Not wasting any time, she gave Stan the biggest bear hug he's ever had in his life. She looked sincerely joyful, she pinched his cheek, and chuckled. "Look at you!! Mr.Big Boy! You've got a little facial hair and everything now!" Stan laughed, and rolled his eyes. "Ma." "Don't you 'Ma' me, Stanley. I though I was never going to see my baby again!" She gave another squeeze and then let her son go.
"You're mother's right, Stan." Another voice came into the room. His dad flashed a smile towards Stan, giving him a quick hug. "Hey Dad." Stan greeted. "Stanley are you staying for dinner?" His mom asked, still overwhelmed by the appearance of her son. "Of course Ma, I missed your home cooking." He said, basically sugar coating his words. He wanted to leave already. "I'll make you your favorite!" She insisted. "Good thinking Sharon. I'll set out the tablet for you." His dad replied soon after. His parents looked the same, it feels like nothing has changed. That everyone is fine and happy. He wonders if everyone in this town is the same way. Stan sighed as his mom and dad were setting up dinner. He looked over at the couch, and seen the back of Shelly's head along with the back of an unfamiliar head. The 26 year old, didn't put too much curiosity into it. He simply just went upstairs to his old bedroom, and waited until dinner was ready.
He took a couple more slips the bitter tasting whiskery just before he was called down to eat, like a child. As soon as he walked down stairs, the food's scent was over powering. Bam just like that his stomach was growling and turing like no tomorrow. Stan took a sit at the table, and his mom set down a plate in front of him so full of food you couldn't even tell a plate was holding it all. He smiled widely, and thanked his mom. He noticed that the other guy was still here, and he sat at the table right next to Shelly. "Hey you were friends with Kenny right?" The strange face spoke up. A little taken by this question Stan paused for a moment. "Uh yeah dude, Kenny is a great friend of mine." He looked down, feeling guilty. He hasn't made any contact with Kenny in so long, he's almost forgotten about the other. "Knew you looked familiar! I'm Kevin his brother!" His voice sounded like a mix of red neck, and heavy smoker. All Stan could do was give a small smile at that, and say "Oh cool dude."
Dinner wasn't as painful as Stan expected it to be. He actually had a couple much needed laughs, and felt like for a minute his worries about being in this town melted away. The clock turned 9:30, and he decided it was time to leave and say goodbye to his family. "Are you sure you don't want to stay the night, Stanley? It's already late!" "Sorry Ma, but I told my old friend I'd crash with them tonight!" Lies. He left it at that though, a lie. Stan waved them off, as he pulled out of the drive way and took off.
South Park still looks the same, since he's left. Kinda comforting in a weird way. It still has all those little shops and restaurants. Stan tried not to let his mind wander about this place and all the shit that when down here...
Too late. Stuff he's been trying to avoid for so long was coming back to him. He needed a drink asap. That being said, he took a stop at a certain coffee shop he hasn't been at in ages. He walked inside, the shop had a strong smell of coffee beans and weed. The cashier looked up over the counter. "Stan?" Stan raised an eyebrow, feeling rather confused. "Tweek? Is that you?" The cashier just smiled and nodded. "Yeah, It's me. I haven't seen you in since high school." Tweek has definitely changed. He's got long dirty blonde dread locks, two eyebrow piercings above the right one, a lip piercing, he's not shaking like he used to, blood shot eyes, and go figure he's wearing a Bob Marley tee shirt. "I can say the same dude." Stan was tried not to sound as shocked as he looked. He walked all the way to the counter, so the small talk could be a little more private. Seriously people were starting to stare at them. The closer Stan got to Tweek the heavier the smell of weed was. It was like Tweek bathe in TCH or some shit. "Didn't think I'd see the day, you'd become a stoner." Stan snorted. "Yeah, me either. For the longest I thought It would just make me paranoid." Wow, even the blonde's old stutter seems to have completely disappeared. "And it didn't?" Stan trailed off. "Nope. It mellows me out so much. I hardly ever feel any pressure." Tweek gave a warm smile. "Really? What made you try it?" "Well I was with Token at a college party, and I was freaking out because everyone was drinking and doing some kind of drug. Then Token told me to relax and have a brownie. At the time I didn't know anything about 'Special Browines' so I ate one. I felt so peaceful and I had a blast the rest of the party. The next morning Token told me about first 'brownie' experience. After that, it sky rocketed." Tweek explained, before giving a whole hearted laugh. Stan joined in on the laugh, and shook his head unable to believe the story. "Wow man, good for you. You went from spazz to pot head in a matter of eight years." Tweek laughed again, and grinned. "So what can I get for you today, Marsh?" "Ummm.." Stan tapped his chin, and looked at the menu above. "Just get me any form of liquor you got." Tweek just nodded, and fixed a drink for the other. "You're total is $2.50" Stan paid for his drink, then took a sit at one of the empty tables. He sat there and kept drinking and drinking. After Stan was done with his fifth drink, Tweek looked worried. The blonde went up to the now drunk man. "Stan? Are you feeling alright? Can you walk?" Stan laughed and hooked his arm around Tweek's neck. "I'M FINEEEE TWEEK!! DON'T BE SUCH A SUCH A DOWNER!!!!" Tweek sighed. "Yeah, you're pretty wasted. Stan I'm going to call Wendy or someone to pick you up." Stan gasped loudly, and unhooked his arm. "No no no I can just leave if you want me to leave" The dark haired boy frowned, while making a puppy dog face. "You can't drive. I'm at least calling Kenny." "Noooo noooo nooOOO!!!" Stan repeated over and over. But Tweek took out his phone, and dialed Kenny's number. "GOD TWEEK YOU'RE SUCH AN ASSHOLE YOU KNOW THAT? I LIKED YOU BETTER WHEN YOU WHEN YOU WERE JUMPY." Tweek rolled his eyes, and turned away from Stan, when he heard someone answer the phone. "Hello? Hey Butters. Is Kenny there?" Stan stopped his hollering, to be able to listen in. "Yeah well, could you tell him that Stan is here and-"..."Yeah I know. Well, he's really wasted at the shop and I don't think he can drive home."...."Thanks Butters." Stan glared at Tweek, and Tweek frowned in response. "I did it for you're own good." "Why was why was Butters on Kenny's phone??" He slurred. "You'll find out when they pick you up."
Not even twenty minutes passed, and Kenny followed by Butters walked into the shop. Stan had put his head down as soon as he heard Kenny's voice ask Tweek. "Where is he?" Tweek must of just pointed at Stan's direction, because the next thing Stan heard was a forceful. "Get up." When he picked up his head, he seen Kenny not even looking his way and a very concern Butters. "Hiya Stan! Are you ok?" The dark haired male, groaned in response. He tried to stand up, but his legs were too wobbly. Kenny snarled and helped his old friend up and Butters helped keep Stan's balance by helping hold up the other side of Stan. "Le-Leave me alone!" Stan barked. "Shut up." Kenny said with an attitude. "Oh hamburgers, fellas can we please just get along right now?" Kenny made no eye contact with the drunken man what so ever. As they helped Stan walk to the door, Tweek recalled. "I'm sorry I had to trouble you guys! I don't know what else to do." Butters turned his head, giving a reassuring smile. "Aw geeze, It's alright Tweek. Have fun the rest of your night shift!" The stoner, laughed a tad bit. "Take care you guys."
The three boys were in Kenny's old car. Kenny driving, Butters in the passenger's seat, and Stan drunk off his ass in the backseat singing the song landslide by the dixie chicks on the top of his lungs. In the middle of Stan's singing he stopped. "Hey..Hey Butters why are you and Kenny together? eehy why did you answer is phone when that assbutt Tweek called?!?!" At these sudden questions, Butters smiled an rubbed the back of his neck shyly. "W-Well Stan, me and Kenny are engaged. We've been engaged for six months now." "What??!!? Did I hear right?!" Stan's eyes looked as if they were going to pop out of his head. "Butters why the hell would you be engage to the town whore? That makes no sense!" The blonde furrowed his eye brows at the nasty comment, and spoke up in a assertive tone. "That's enough. Now all we did was help you, because y-you decided to be irresponsible. And this is how you repay us? By acting like a big j-jerk? You will not talk about K-Kenny like that, no matter how drunk. Gosh darn it." Butters stammered. Stan just kept quiet not sure what to possibly say. Kenny raised an eyebrow at his lover, while giving a smug grin. "Damn Leo, that was kinda hot." "Sick dude!" Stan said utterly disgusted. Butters decided to turn up the radio to ease the awkward drive home.
They made it inside Kenny and Butter's apartment. Stan was sitting on the sofa, drinking ice cold water from a silly pink Hello Kitty cup, Butters insisted he used because it was his 'Feel good' cup. It was 11:45. Butters said he was getting 'tired' earlier and him and Kenny needed to take a 'nap', honestly how dumb or drunk did they think Stan was? They were making enough noise that If he was high, he'd think this apartment was haunted. Kenny come out of their bedroom shortly, and plopped a seat right next to Stan and turned on the Tv. "So what's been up with you? First you leave town for eight years and don't bother to call anyone, Then you get hammered at Tweek's shop." Stan mumbled under his breath. His buzz was killed ever since Butters laid in on him in the car. "Nothing..." "There has to be something going on." "Dude I said nothing alright! Everything is fine alright?" Stan groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Well, alright whatever you say." There was a uncomfortable silence between the two. "So..." Stan started. "You and Butters?" A big grin slapped Kenny in the face. "Heh, yeah...Turns out we've both liked each other for a really long time." "I knew you had a thing for Melvins." Stan laughed, and earned a punch in the arm from Kenny. They shared a laugh with each other. "I missed you, dude. " Kenny said honestly. "I missed you too. " Stan replied. "Have you...um..have you talked to Kyle?" The dark haired boy asked. "Kyle's gone man, he left a couple years ago. He's studying to be come a doctor now. He gets to travel all the time for school shit. Always sends me and Butters a postcard. It's actually pretty fucking cool dude." Kenny assured. This bumped out Stan even more, now that he might not ever reconnect with his old best friend. "What....What about everyone else?" Kenny rubbed his chin before speaking. "Let's see...Cartman and Wendy are married and have two kids. Kevin is still a huge space dork that touches himself. Tweek is a stoner now. Token has been trying to get in Tweek's pants. Clyde is a football player now, but he's still a big sensitive pussy. Red is a preschool teacher. The goth kids are still goth. That's all I know man." Wow, so apparently things have changed in South Park in the eight year span. This took a whole lot of fucking courage to ask this but.. "What about Craig?" Stan blurted out. "I don't know man, Craig stopped chillin with me after he stopped smokin. Not sure what that prick has been up to. I just know he still lives in the same house" "Oh...I see." Stan felt this throat dry up. "Erm, so are you alright now dude? I'm going to catch some Z's" The blonde asked. "Yeah dude, I'm fine now." Kenny patted the other's back, and headed back into his bed room. Leaving Stan all alone with nothing but this thoughts to keep him company.
[FLASH BACK]
It was the middle of chemistry class. Stan was taking notes when all of a sudden, something hit his back and he turned around to see what the fuck it was. There was a little crumbled up piece of notebook paper by his chair. Stan looked around to make sure no one was looking, then he slowly picked it up and uncrumbled it under the desk. The note was written in dark blue ink. 'Tomorrow we're skipping. Wait for me at your locker after the bell.' Confusion was written all over Stan's face, as he turned fully around to see if there was anyone looking at him so he'd know who thrown the note. Butters? No Butter's writes super girly. Kevin? No he loves this class. I guess he'll just have to wait and see just who wants to skip with him.
The next day Stan did exactly what the note said. He waited at his locker after the bell and still looked rather confused as to what was going on. He sighed, as the hallways began to clear out. Just as the dark haired grumbled "Screw this" and started to walk off, someone tapped his shoulder and quickly turned around, facing the one and only Craig Tucker. "Are you serious? What the hell do you want Craig" Stan glared at the taller, brace face teen. "Do you always greet people like this or am I just special?" Craig rolled his eyes. "I asked you a question, douche." "And I told you in the note. What are you dense?" Craig replied in his nasally voice. "We're skipping. Come on. " Stan wanted to make a witty comment, but instead he just followed Craig into the school's parking lot and into the other's car. "You better not be taking me any place lame or easy to be caught at." Craig rolled his eyes. "Oh Marsh, you're lack of faith in me hurts." He said sarcastically. "Shut up."
Stan just sat there quietly the whole ride, looking out the window. Craig stopped the car, and Stan turned his attention to him. "Come on." was all Craig said, before getting out of the car and shutting the door. Stan followed the other's lead, and looked up. "Really Craig. The Pet store?" Stan didn't really know what Craig was up too. This whole thing was confusing. "Get a problem, Marsh?" The other said, walking into the store. Stan actually loved the pet store. He loved animals, they were his one true weakness. As soon as he walked in, he smiled and waved to the little puppies before walking over to their cages and talk to them. Gushing over their cuteness. Craig just stood there, gazing at Stan as he talked to the puppies. "Hey Craig!" The random worker called out. You could tell she was a worker because that ugly sweater vest was part of the uniform. "Oh, hey Millie." Craig said giving a small nod. In the blink of an eye, Stan rushed over to the baby turtles. Nearly squeaking over their little shells. Craig held in a laugh from Stan being such a dork leaning over to get a better look at the turtles. "Having a good time, aren't we Marsh?" The other dark haired teen said. "Yeah dud---" Stan faked a cough and stood up straight. "AHEM. I mean, It could be better." Craig rolled his eyes. "Oh whatever." Stan elbowed him. "Shut up." "Make me." Craig flashed a tiny smirk which made Stan question if this was a dream. Craig Tucker is smirking at him? Stan has seen Craig laugh and smile before, which was pretty normal. Even though a lot of people at school made this rumor he was emotionless. But this smirk had some kind of weird effect, it was like real African voodoo type shit. Stan felt his heart drop into his stomach. Were his cheeks heating up? His face was getting hot. He laughed nervously at the other's comment, returning his attention to the turtles.
They spent the whole school day at the pet store, looking at all the different animals and chatting about them and such. As the boys returned to the school's parking lot, Craig cocked his head to the side. "Same time tomorrow?" He asked.
"Sure. " was Stan's reply, and he smiled brightly.
Ever since then Stan and Craig had skipped almost everyday. Whether it was going to the pet store, park, getting ice cream, McDonald's, even the dollar stores. They actually had fun together. Stan never thought in a million years he'd be hanging out with this person. Let alone have so much in common.
One day as Stan was getting out of Craig's car as usual. He spoke up. "Hey dude, My parents and sister are going out tonight...Wanna come over and chill?" "Is it just going to be me and you? Or are you inviting your douchey friends?" Craig asked, looking as if he wasn't even interested. "No dude. Just me and you." There was a long pause. "What time?" "10:00. Don't bail on me." "I'm not that much of an asshole." "Yeah you really are." Stan joked, causing Craig to flip him off.
10:00 sharp, there was a knock at the door. Stan rushed to go open it, wearing nothing but his Terence and Phillip tee shirt and boxers. Craig just stood there staring up and down the other. "Nice pj's." "Oh get bent." Stan laughed, and closed the door behind Craig. "So I haven't really ate dinner, so there's just a shit ton of snacks on the table. Help yourself." With that being said Stan basically slammed his body onto the couch, continuing to watch cartoons. Craig joined him, sitting rather close. "Can I smoke this here?" Craig asked, showing Stan a perfectly rolled joint. "Umm...Sure dude, I think all the windows are opened. Without hesitating, Craig lit it up and took a huge drag. The smoke made Stan squint his eyes. He watched Craig as he put the joint between his lips again, as if it was captivating. Craig felt the other's eyes on him, which made him blew the smoke in Stan's face on purpose. "What?" "Can...Can I try that?" Craig didn't say nothing, but handed Stan the joint. He tried to copy everything Craig did, but the ending result was horrid coughing. "Give me that." Craig sighed, taking back the joint. "Look, what we're going to do is called a blow pass. When I exhale the smoke, you inhale and hold it in your lungs for nineteen seconds. Got it?" All Stan could do was nod. "Yeah whatever." The other dark haired teen took his drag, letting the smoke sit in his lungs, while grabbing the collar of Stan's shirt bringing their lips closer. Stan opened his mouth in shock, kept his eyes locked with Craig's as he gently blew out. Stan tried to inhale as much as he could, then counted to nineteen in his head as he held in the smoke. "Again?" Craig asked, raising his eyebrow in amusement. "Yeah, that was kinda cool."
It didn't take long for both of them to be stoned off their asses. They sat on the couch all night, watching Red Racer, and all those snacks Stan had earlier were gone like yesterday. "This show is so great." Craig said, his eyes glued on the screen. "Yeah man this is like the greatest show ever" "Totally." Stan started to laugh hysterically, and he crawled on Craig's lap, smirking widely. "Hey.." Craig gave a smirk back. "Hey." "Do you come here often?" Stan snorted. "No. This is actually my first time here." "Oh, well do you like it?" "Yeah..it's alright I guess." Stan shifted in the other's lap, and stroked Craig's cheek paying no mind to the other's acne problem. "Craig would you ever....ummm....marry Red Racer?" "No." No?" "I already like someone." "Who?" Stan tried not to ask in a jealous tone. "Some asshole with a red poof ball hat. You probably don't know him." Stan pondered for a minute. He gasped loudly. " I have a red poof ball hat!!" Craig just laughed, leaning his face closer to the other teen's. "Mmm do you now?" Stan gazed at the other, his eyes fought to stay open. "Yeah.." He brought his face even closer, leaving no personal space. Craig couldn't hold back anymore, he crashed his lips onto the other's, he'd been itching to kiss Stan since they started hanging out. Stan smiled in the kiss, and guided his tongue across Craig's bottom lip, begging for entrance. Craig obeyed, and opened his mouth to explore Stan's. They tangled their tongues together, and Stan snickered after feeling his tongue hit Craig's braces. They broke the kiss for air. Stan panted heavily. "I think..I think the asshole with a red poof ball hat feels the same." Craig chuckled at Stan's confession, and staring giving sweet butterfly kisses down Stan's neck. "You are truly a class act, Marsh." He mumbled, before giving the dark haired boy another peck on the lips. "You should be my boyfriend." Stan yawned out. "Should I?" "Mmmhmm." Stan closed his eyes, when Craig kissed his forehead. "Alright Marsh...I'm you're boyfriend."
The rest of the night was a blur, Stan didn't even remember Craig going home that night. When he woke up, he grabbed his phone to check the time, and he found there was a text waiting for him. It was from Craig. 'Parents forced me to visit my Nana. This is so lame. Text me.' Stan smiled to himself, and texted back. 'Wow what a romantic morning text.' Just as Stan was getting ready to put down his phone, another text popped up. 'You're just now waking up? Lazy ass.' The dark haired boy laughed. 'Tell your Nana I said hi.' ..... 'Fuck you Marsh' ... 'Lmao you're such a dream you know that?' 'Your dream. Are you doing anything later?' 'I have Football practice. Why?' 'Ew. I wanted to see a movie. I'll pick you after your practice.' 'Dude I can't go straight to the movies after football practice.' 'Why?' 'I need to shower. I'll be all sweaty.' 'Oh...Hot.' 'Sick dude.' 'I g2g, Nana wants me to drive her to the thrift shop.' 'Aww how sweet' 'S.O.S' 'Lmfao ttyl' 'Bye'. Stan couldn't stop cheesing the whole day.
The continued to hang out, and text each other nonstop for two years. They kept their relationship a secret, because either of them were ready for all the questions, noisy gossipers and rumors. Plus they both hung out with different crowds. It would be nothing but a pain in the ass to explain why they're together, or why they like each other. They made a plan to graduate, and move out of South Park and move into a house together. So they can live in peace, and just have each other's company. Along with the many pets they talked about getting.
That plan was of course broken at their graduation party. Obviously Craig and Stan couldn't technically go together without anybody being suspicious. So, they decided to both go alone and see each other there.
Stan walked into the gymnasium, where the graduation party was held at. He seen a lot of happy faces, and started to wave hello to everyone. "Hey Dude!" He turned to see his redheaded friend. "Hey Kyle!" Stan smiled. "Dude how do you feel? We're officially graduates!!" Kyle said excitedly. "I feel great dude! No more waking up so early." "Oh man, right on." Stan looked around, trying to spot out his certain someone. Finally seeing Craig by the punch bowl, Stan grinned and told Kyle he was going to snag something to drink. Craig smirked as he seen Stan approach him. "You clean up nice." Craig commented, checking out his boyfriend. "I could say the same to you." Stan laughed, as started to pour himself a cup of punch. "So are we going to dance?" Stan said jokingly. "That's it, Marsh. No more chick flicks for you." "Oh yeah? Well no more s--- Crap. Clyde alert. 5:00." Stan mumbled, before causally walking away.
During the party, Stan and Craig kept glancing at each other. Waiting for this thing to end soon. When no one was paying attention, Stan blew Craig a kiss, and Craig would wink back awkwardly. Which of course just made Stan laugh his ass off. Stan made so many stops at the punch bowl, his badder was full by no time. He went off to take leak. The boy's bathroom wasn't too far from the gym. After he was done doing his business, he headed back with no time to loose. His smile was still remaining as he returned to the party, seeing some of his friends dancing made him laugh a little.
But that happiness ended as soon as he looked back at Craig's direction. There he was standing, with Bebe's arms around his neck. Kissing. He was kissing her. Stan felt like his heart was ripped out of his rib cage. He couldn't believe his eyes, he though things were going so well. How long has he been cheated on? Why does it hurt so bad? His eyes started to sting, and he stormed out of the party without saying goodbye to anyone.
Stan walked all the way home, fighting the urge to break down in tears. He unlocked the front door, and noticed no one was home. Good. He needed to be alone. The dark haired teen walked to the refrigerator, he knows his dad always has a few beers in there. There was a sticky note on the refrigerator door. 'Me and your Father are going out to dinner, Stanley. There's money on the kitchen counter, order take out.' Stan sighed and grabbed his dads last four beers. He didn't feel much like eating, he took the beers upstairs in his room with him.
He cried. He broke down and did it. It was probably the CD he decided to put on. The moldy peaches isn't a band you should listen to while you're heartbroken or sad. In the middle of his drinking spree, his phone beeped. He picked it up, to see it was a text from Craig. 'I'm outside your house. Open up.' Stan was too pissed to even text, he was on the bridge of throwing his damn phone. 'NO.' 'Look I think I know why you're pissed. Let me talk to you.' 'Fuck off' 'Just open up.' 'What part of FUCK OFF don't you get?'
Stan heard footsteps coming up the stairs, he quickly sashed the empty cans of beer under his bed as his bedroom down was opened. "You're front door was opened asswipe." Stan glared and stumbled up. "Go Away." "Not until you listen." "Why the fuc-fuck should I listen to you? You're nothing but a stupid dick." Craig looked straight at Stan, and he frowned. "You've been crying." "Shut up! I haven't" Stan rubbed his eye, and kept his glare at Craig strong. "Stan..." "GO AWAY." Craig sighed. "Fine."
Then he left. And Stan was aching.
Not even a month later, Stan moved out of South Park. To start over. He didn't waste time telling his friends goodbye. He couldn't deal with anyone at the moment. Let alone crying faces telling him to stay. As much as he cared for some of the people, he had to look out for his own sake.
[END OF FLASH BACK]
"Ugh." Stan rubbed his head, groaning. Maybe I should just see him? See how he's doing. It has been eight years. Stan thought. He looked at the time. It was now 12:20. The dark haired male drank the rest of the water and zipped up his jacket. "God damn it." Stan walked to Kenny and Butters's bedroom door and gently knocked. "Psshh Kenny." No answer. He knocked a little louder, earning a groan from inside the room. Stan waited, and sure enough, Kenny opened the door in his boxers. "Mm..Asshole what is it?" Kenny's voice was scratchy from sleep. "Dude I know it's late, but my car is still in Tweek's shop's parking lot....Can I borrow your car." "For what?" "I um..need to visit someone." ".......Is it Craig?" "How did you?" Kenny chuckled. "I told you me and Craig used to smoke together after you left. He wouldn't shut up about you." Stan felt himself grin like an idiot. "Really?" "Yeah, I wouldn't lie about that. Go ahead. The keys are on the table. Now I'm going back to sleep."
Stan took the car keys and went on his way to Craig's house. The trip to Craig's house wasn't a long one, but it sure was nerve wrecking. Stan was going to back out as soon as he pulled in the drive way. Maybe he should of, but he didn't. He had to go through with this. No if, ands, or buts about it. He stepped up at the doorway, and knocked. He seen through the small door window, that the light was flickered on. He shoved his hands in his pocket, the door was opened, he looked up to see him. Craig's facial expression was a perfect bend of shocked, confused, and worried. But it made Stan sick to his stomach. Craig didn't have braces or bad acne anymore, he was grown. Stan kept a long piercing stare, feeling his belly go weak. "E-Erm can I use your bathroom?" Craig didn't change his expression. "Upstairs, first door on your left."
He speed walked to the bathroom, and quickly hovered over the toilet to vomit. When he was done he flushed the toilet and wiped his face with his long sleeve. As he left the bathroom, he seen there was a little kid staring at him. The child had wavy black hair and big green eyes. This kid was nothing less than a doll. "Mister are you ok?" The youngster asked. "Oh yeah. I'm fin--" "Stanley. I thought I told you to be in bed." Stan turned his head to the staircase way to see Craig standing there, looking at the child with narrowed eyes. "Sorry daddy." The little boy ran to Craig's side, and Stan watched as Craig picked up the kid and placed him in the room right across the bathroom. Stan scratched the back of his head. The other black haired man returned to the hallway. "H..His name is Stanley?" Stan asked stupidly. "Yeah...Named him after someone who means the world to me." Stan's didn't need a mirror to tell that his face was flushed. "I should...I should get going now. " Stan turned to the staircase, but was stopped by the other man's arms wrapped around his waist. "You asshole....I've been waiting for you to come back." Stan felt a lump in his throat, Craig buried his face in the crook of Stan's neck. "I'm sorry..." Stan wiggled in Craig's grip to turn and face the other. "Dude.." "Marsh, You don't know how long I have waited to tell you that. I'm sorry for just walking out on you. I was wrong." "If you cared so much...Then why did you cheat on me? That wasn't fucking cool." "I didn't. Bebe kissed me. You just walked in on the wrong time. Blondes aren't even my thing, Marsh." Stan could of sworn a ton of bricks landed on his head in that moment. "Wow...I'm the greatest douche ever." Craig smirked. "Can't argue with that." "Fuck you." He laughed quietly.
Stan ended up staying the night at Craig's. They talked about how their lives were in the pass eight years. Turns out, the child was Craig's and some raisin chick's baby. She didn't want to take responsibility for the baby, she wasn't ready to settle down and raise a kid. Craig had to become a single parent. Also turns out Craig makes a pretty damn good omelet. It was 7:30 in the morning, and Stan needed to go back to Kenny's to return the car. "I'll see you later dude, thanks for everything..." Stan smiled, putting on his jacket. Craig walked over to him, and slid his arm around Stan. "Mmm don't go. " Stan laughed, rolling his eyes. "I have to get the car back to Kenny." "Fuck McCormick. I'm not ready to give you up so soon, Marsh." A grin graced Stan's face. "I could always text Kenny..." Craig kissed the other's temple. "Yeah. Do that."
He pulled up in his parent's drive way, and sat there for a minute taking a big deep breath. Before getting out of his beat up truck, Stan reached under the seat for his handy dandy bottle of what was obviously cheap whiskey from your local party store. He took a huge gulp, then sashed the small bottle in the pocket of his jacket. The whiskey warmed his body from the cold air that didn't seem to stop blowing. The dark haired man knocked on the front door, hoping to god there was some fucked up chance his parents weren't there, so he could go back home. "WHO IS IT--" The voice was cut off, as the door was opened and his older sister Shelly looked upon her little brother. Stan didn't say anything, he just waited for Shelly to start kicking and screaming at him like she always did. But, she didn't. She just looked puzzled, and stepped away from the door. "Mom, Stan is here." Shelly yelled across the house. "Stanley?" His mother walked out of the kitchen, and into the living room with glee. Not wasting any time, she gave Stan the biggest bear hug he's ever had in his life. She looked sincerely joyful, she pinched his cheek, and chuckled. "Look at you!! Mr.Big Boy! You've got a little facial hair and everything now!" Stan laughed, and rolled his eyes. "Ma." "Don't you 'Ma' me, Stanley. I though I was never going to see my baby again!" She gave another squeeze and then let her son go.
"You're mother's right, Stan." Another voice came into the room. His dad flashed a smile towards Stan, giving him a quick hug. "Hey Dad." Stan greeted. "Stanley are you staying for dinner?" His mom asked, still overwhelmed by the appearance of her son. "Of course Ma, I missed your home cooking." He said, basically sugar coating his words. He wanted to leave already. "I'll make you your favorite!" She insisted. "Good thinking Sharon. I'll set out the tablet for you." His dad replied soon after. His parents looked the same, it feels like nothing has changed. That everyone is fine and happy. He wonders if everyone in this town is the same way. Stan sighed as his mom and dad were setting up dinner. He looked over at the couch, and seen the back of Shelly's head along with the back of an unfamiliar head. The 26 year old, didn't put too much curiosity into it. He simply just went upstairs to his old bedroom, and waited until dinner was ready.
He took a couple more slips the bitter tasting whiskery just before he was called down to eat, like a child. As soon as he walked down stairs, the food's scent was over powering. Bam just like that his stomach was growling and turing like no tomorrow. Stan took a sit at the table, and his mom set down a plate in front of him so full of food you couldn't even tell a plate was holding it all. He smiled widely, and thanked his mom. He noticed that the other guy was still here, and he sat at the table right next to Shelly. "Hey you were friends with Kenny right?" The strange face spoke up. A little taken by this question Stan paused for a moment. "Uh yeah dude, Kenny is a great friend of mine." He looked down, feeling guilty. He hasn't made any contact with Kenny in so long, he's almost forgotten about the other. "Knew you looked familiar! I'm Kevin his brother!" His voice sounded like a mix of red neck, and heavy smoker. All Stan could do was give a small smile at that, and say "Oh cool dude."
Dinner wasn't as painful as Stan expected it to be. He actually had a couple much needed laughs, and felt like for a minute his worries about being in this town melted away. The clock turned 9:30, and he decided it was time to leave and say goodbye to his family. "Are you sure you don't want to stay the night, Stanley? It's already late!" "Sorry Ma, but I told my old friend I'd crash with them tonight!" Lies. He left it at that though, a lie. Stan waved them off, as he pulled out of the drive way and took off.
South Park still looks the same, since he's left. Kinda comforting in a weird way. It still has all those little shops and restaurants. Stan tried not to let his mind wander about this place and all the shit that when down here...
Too late. Stuff he's been trying to avoid for so long was coming back to him. He needed a drink asap. That being said, he took a stop at a certain coffee shop he hasn't been at in ages. He walked inside, the shop had a strong smell of coffee beans and weed. The cashier looked up over the counter. "Stan?" Stan raised an eyebrow, feeling rather confused. "Tweek? Is that you?" The cashier just smiled and nodded. "Yeah, It's me. I haven't seen you in since high school." Tweek has definitely changed. He's got long dirty blonde dread locks, two eyebrow piercings above the right one, a lip piercing, he's not shaking like he used to, blood shot eyes, and go figure he's wearing a Bob Marley tee shirt. "I can say the same dude." Stan was tried not to sound as shocked as he looked. He walked all the way to the counter, so the small talk could be a little more private. Seriously people were starting to stare at them. The closer Stan got to Tweek the heavier the smell of weed was. It was like Tweek bathe in TCH or some shit. "Didn't think I'd see the day, you'd become a stoner." Stan snorted. "Yeah, me either. For the longest I thought It would just make me paranoid." Wow, even the blonde's old stutter seems to have completely disappeared. "And it didn't?" Stan trailed off. "Nope. It mellows me out so much. I hardly ever feel any pressure." Tweek gave a warm smile. "Really? What made you try it?" "Well I was with Token at a college party, and I was freaking out because everyone was drinking and doing some kind of drug. Then Token told me to relax and have a brownie. At the time I didn't know anything about 'Special Browines' so I ate one. I felt so peaceful and I had a blast the rest of the party. The next morning Token told me about first 'brownie' experience. After that, it sky rocketed." Tweek explained, before giving a whole hearted laugh. Stan joined in on the laugh, and shook his head unable to believe the story. "Wow man, good for you. You went from spazz to pot head in a matter of eight years." Tweek laughed again, and grinned. "So what can I get for you today, Marsh?" "Ummm.." Stan tapped his chin, and looked at the menu above. "Just get me any form of liquor you got." Tweek just nodded, and fixed a drink for the other. "You're total is $2.50" Stan paid for his drink, then took a sit at one of the empty tables. He sat there and kept drinking and drinking. After Stan was done with his fifth drink, Tweek looked worried. The blonde went up to the now drunk man. "Stan? Are you feeling alright? Can you walk?" Stan laughed and hooked his arm around Tweek's neck. "I'M FINEEEE TWEEK!! DON'T BE SUCH A SUCH A DOWNER!!!!" Tweek sighed. "Yeah, you're pretty wasted. Stan I'm going to call Wendy or someone to pick you up." Stan gasped loudly, and unhooked his arm. "No no no I can just leave if you want me to leave" The dark haired boy frowned, while making a puppy dog face. "You can't drive. I'm at least calling Kenny." "Noooo noooo nooOOO!!!" Stan repeated over and over. But Tweek took out his phone, and dialed Kenny's number. "GOD TWEEK YOU'RE SUCH AN ASSHOLE YOU KNOW THAT? I LIKED YOU BETTER WHEN YOU WHEN YOU WERE JUMPY." Tweek rolled his eyes, and turned away from Stan, when he heard someone answer the phone. "Hello? Hey Butters. Is Kenny there?" Stan stopped his hollering, to be able to listen in. "Yeah well, could you tell him that Stan is here and-"..."Yeah I know. Well, he's really wasted at the shop and I don't think he can drive home."...."Thanks Butters." Stan glared at Tweek, and Tweek frowned in response. "I did it for you're own good." "Why was why was Butters on Kenny's phone??" He slurred. "You'll find out when they pick you up."
Not even twenty minutes passed, and Kenny followed by Butters walked into the shop. Stan had put his head down as soon as he heard Kenny's voice ask Tweek. "Where is he?" Tweek must of just pointed at Stan's direction, because the next thing Stan heard was a forceful. "Get up." When he picked up his head, he seen Kenny not even looking his way and a very concern Butters. "Hiya Stan! Are you ok?" The dark haired male, groaned in response. He tried to stand up, but his legs were too wobbly. Kenny snarled and helped his old friend up and Butters helped keep Stan's balance by helping hold up the other side of Stan. "Le-Leave me alone!" Stan barked. "Shut up." Kenny said with an attitude. "Oh hamburgers, fellas can we please just get along right now?" Kenny made no eye contact with the drunken man what so ever. As they helped Stan walk to the door, Tweek recalled. "I'm sorry I had to trouble you guys! I don't know what else to do." Butters turned his head, giving a reassuring smile. "Aw geeze, It's alright Tweek. Have fun the rest of your night shift!" The stoner, laughed a tad bit. "Take care you guys."
The three boys were in Kenny's old car. Kenny driving, Butters in the passenger's seat, and Stan drunk off his ass in the backseat singing the song landslide by the dixie chicks on the top of his lungs. In the middle of Stan's singing he stopped. "Hey..Hey Butters why are you and Kenny together? eehy why did you answer is phone when that assbutt Tweek called?!?!" At these sudden questions, Butters smiled an rubbed the back of his neck shyly. "W-Well Stan, me and Kenny are engaged. We've been engaged for six months now." "What??!!? Did I hear right?!" Stan's eyes looked as if they were going to pop out of his head. "Butters why the hell would you be engage to the town whore? That makes no sense!" The blonde furrowed his eye brows at the nasty comment, and spoke up in a assertive tone. "That's enough. Now all we did was help you, because y-you decided to be irresponsible. And this is how you repay us? By acting like a big j-jerk? You will not talk about K-Kenny like that, no matter how drunk. Gosh darn it." Butters stammered. Stan just kept quiet not sure what to possibly say. Kenny raised an eyebrow at his lover, while giving a smug grin. "Damn Leo, that was kinda hot." "Sick dude!" Stan said utterly disgusted. Butters decided to turn up the radio to ease the awkward drive home.
They made it inside Kenny and Butter's apartment. Stan was sitting on the sofa, drinking ice cold water from a silly pink Hello Kitty cup, Butters insisted he used because it was his 'Feel good' cup. It was 11:45. Butters said he was getting 'tired' earlier and him and Kenny needed to take a 'nap', honestly how dumb or drunk did they think Stan was? They were making enough noise that If he was high, he'd think this apartment was haunted. Kenny come out of their bedroom shortly, and plopped a seat right next to Stan and turned on the Tv. "So what's been up with you? First you leave town for eight years and don't bother to call anyone, Then you get hammered at Tweek's shop." Stan mumbled under his breath. His buzz was killed ever since Butters laid in on him in the car. "Nothing..." "There has to be something going on." "Dude I said nothing alright! Everything is fine alright?" Stan groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Well, alright whatever you say." There was a uncomfortable silence between the two. "So..." Stan started. "You and Butters?" A big grin slapped Kenny in the face. "Heh, yeah...Turns out we've both liked each other for a really long time." "I knew you had a thing for Melvins." Stan laughed, and earned a punch in the arm from Kenny. They shared a laugh with each other. "I missed you, dude. " Kenny said honestly. "I missed you too. " Stan replied. "Have you...um..have you talked to Kyle?" The dark haired boy asked. "Kyle's gone man, he left a couple years ago. He's studying to be come a doctor now. He gets to travel all the time for school shit. Always sends me and Butters a postcard. It's actually pretty fucking cool dude." Kenny assured. This bumped out Stan even more, now that he might not ever reconnect with his old best friend. "What....What about everyone else?" Kenny rubbed his chin before speaking. "Let's see...Cartman and Wendy are married and have two kids. Kevin is still a huge space dork that touches himself. Tweek is a stoner now. Token has been trying to get in Tweek's pants. Clyde is a football player now, but he's still a big sensitive pussy. Red is a preschool teacher. The goth kids are still goth. That's all I know man." Wow, so apparently things have changed in South Park in the eight year span. This took a whole lot of fucking courage to ask this but.. "What about Craig?" Stan blurted out. "I don't know man, Craig stopped chillin with me after he stopped smokin. Not sure what that prick has been up to. I just know he still lives in the same house" "Oh...I see." Stan felt this throat dry up. "Erm, so are you alright now dude? I'm going to catch some Z's" The blonde asked. "Yeah dude, I'm fine now." Kenny patted the other's back, and headed back into his bed room. Leaving Stan all alone with nothing but this thoughts to keep him company.
[FLASH BACK]
It was the middle of chemistry class. Stan was taking notes when all of a sudden, something hit his back and he turned around to see what the fuck it was. There was a little crumbled up piece of notebook paper by his chair. Stan looked around to make sure no one was looking, then he slowly picked it up and uncrumbled it under the desk. The note was written in dark blue ink. 'Tomorrow we're skipping. Wait for me at your locker after the bell.' Confusion was written all over Stan's face, as he turned fully around to see if there was anyone looking at him so he'd know who thrown the note. Butters? No Butter's writes super girly. Kevin? No he loves this class. I guess he'll just have to wait and see just who wants to skip with him.
The next day Stan did exactly what the note said. He waited at his locker after the bell and still looked rather confused as to what was going on. He sighed, as the hallways began to clear out. Just as the dark haired grumbled "Screw this" and started to walk off, someone tapped his shoulder and quickly turned around, facing the one and only Craig Tucker. "Are you serious? What the hell do you want Craig" Stan glared at the taller, brace face teen. "Do you always greet people like this or am I just special?" Craig rolled his eyes. "I asked you a question, douche." "And I told you in the note. What are you dense?" Craig replied in his nasally voice. "We're skipping. Come on. " Stan wanted to make a witty comment, but instead he just followed Craig into the school's parking lot and into the other's car. "You better not be taking me any place lame or easy to be caught at." Craig rolled his eyes. "Oh Marsh, you're lack of faith in me hurts." He said sarcastically. "Shut up."
Stan just sat there quietly the whole ride, looking out the window. Craig stopped the car, and Stan turned his attention to him. "Come on." was all Craig said, before getting out of the car and shutting the door. Stan followed the other's lead, and looked up. "Really Craig. The Pet store?" Stan didn't really know what Craig was up too. This whole thing was confusing. "Get a problem, Marsh?" The other said, walking into the store. Stan actually loved the pet store. He loved animals, they were his one true weakness. As soon as he walked in, he smiled and waved to the little puppies before walking over to their cages and talk to them. Gushing over their cuteness. Craig just stood there, gazing at Stan as he talked to the puppies. "Hey Craig!" The random worker called out. You could tell she was a worker because that ugly sweater vest was part of the uniform. "Oh, hey Millie." Craig said giving a small nod. In the blink of an eye, Stan rushed over to the baby turtles. Nearly squeaking over their little shells. Craig held in a laugh from Stan being such a dork leaning over to get a better look at the turtles. "Having a good time, aren't we Marsh?" The other dark haired teen said. "Yeah dud---" Stan faked a cough and stood up straight. "AHEM. I mean, It could be better." Craig rolled his eyes. "Oh whatever." Stan elbowed him. "Shut up." "Make me." Craig flashed a tiny smirk which made Stan question if this was a dream. Craig Tucker is smirking at him? Stan has seen Craig laugh and smile before, which was pretty normal. Even though a lot of people at school made this rumor he was emotionless. But this smirk had some kind of weird effect, it was like real African voodoo type shit. Stan felt his heart drop into his stomach. Were his cheeks heating up? His face was getting hot. He laughed nervously at the other's comment, returning his attention to the turtles.
They spent the whole school day at the pet store, looking at all the different animals and chatting about them and such. As the boys returned to the school's parking lot, Craig cocked his head to the side. "Same time tomorrow?" He asked.
"Sure. " was Stan's reply, and he smiled brightly.
Ever since then Stan and Craig had skipped almost everyday. Whether it was going to the pet store, park, getting ice cream, McDonald's, even the dollar stores. They actually had fun together. Stan never thought in a million years he'd be hanging out with this person. Let alone have so much in common.
One day as Stan was getting out of Craig's car as usual. He spoke up. "Hey dude, My parents and sister are going out tonight...Wanna come over and chill?" "Is it just going to be me and you? Or are you inviting your douchey friends?" Craig asked, looking as if he wasn't even interested. "No dude. Just me and you." There was a long pause. "What time?" "10:00. Don't bail on me." "I'm not that much of an asshole." "Yeah you really are." Stan joked, causing Craig to flip him off.
10:00 sharp, there was a knock at the door. Stan rushed to go open it, wearing nothing but his Terence and Phillip tee shirt and boxers. Craig just stood there staring up and down the other. "Nice pj's." "Oh get bent." Stan laughed, and closed the door behind Craig. "So I haven't really ate dinner, so there's just a shit ton of snacks on the table. Help yourself." With that being said Stan basically slammed his body onto the couch, continuing to watch cartoons. Craig joined him, sitting rather close. "Can I smoke this here?" Craig asked, showing Stan a perfectly rolled joint. "Umm...Sure dude, I think all the windows are opened. Without hesitating, Craig lit it up and took a huge drag. The smoke made Stan squint his eyes. He watched Craig as he put the joint between his lips again, as if it was captivating. Craig felt the other's eyes on him, which made him blew the smoke in Stan's face on purpose. "What?" "Can...Can I try that?" Craig didn't say nothing, but handed Stan the joint. He tried to copy everything Craig did, but the ending result was horrid coughing. "Give me that." Craig sighed, taking back the joint. "Look, what we're going to do is called a blow pass. When I exhale the smoke, you inhale and hold it in your lungs for nineteen seconds. Got it?" All Stan could do was nod. "Yeah whatever." The other dark haired teen took his drag, letting the smoke sit in his lungs, while grabbing the collar of Stan's shirt bringing their lips closer. Stan opened his mouth in shock, kept his eyes locked with Craig's as he gently blew out. Stan tried to inhale as much as he could, then counted to nineteen in his head as he held in the smoke. "Again?" Craig asked, raising his eyebrow in amusement. "Yeah, that was kinda cool."
It didn't take long for both of them to be stoned off their asses. They sat on the couch all night, watching Red Racer, and all those snacks Stan had earlier were gone like yesterday. "This show is so great." Craig said, his eyes glued on the screen. "Yeah man this is like the greatest show ever" "Totally." Stan started to laugh hysterically, and he crawled on Craig's lap, smirking widely. "Hey.." Craig gave a smirk back. "Hey." "Do you come here often?" Stan snorted. "No. This is actually my first time here." "Oh, well do you like it?" "Yeah..it's alright I guess." Stan shifted in the other's lap, and stroked Craig's cheek paying no mind to the other's acne problem. "Craig would you ever....ummm....marry Red Racer?" "No." No?" "I already like someone." "Who?" Stan tried not to ask in a jealous tone. "Some asshole with a red poof ball hat. You probably don't know him." Stan pondered for a minute. He gasped loudly. " I have a red poof ball hat!!" Craig just laughed, leaning his face closer to the other teen's. "Mmm do you now?" Stan gazed at the other, his eyes fought to stay open. "Yeah.." He brought his face even closer, leaving no personal space. Craig couldn't hold back anymore, he crashed his lips onto the other's, he'd been itching to kiss Stan since they started hanging out. Stan smiled in the kiss, and guided his tongue across Craig's bottom lip, begging for entrance. Craig obeyed, and opened his mouth to explore Stan's. They tangled their tongues together, and Stan snickered after feeling his tongue hit Craig's braces. They broke the kiss for air. Stan panted heavily. "I think..I think the asshole with a red poof ball hat feels the same." Craig chuckled at Stan's confession, and staring giving sweet butterfly kisses down Stan's neck. "You are truly a class act, Marsh." He mumbled, before giving the dark haired boy another peck on the lips. "You should be my boyfriend." Stan yawned out. "Should I?" "Mmmhmm." Stan closed his eyes, when Craig kissed his forehead. "Alright Marsh...I'm you're boyfriend."
The rest of the night was a blur, Stan didn't even remember Craig going home that night. When he woke up, he grabbed his phone to check the time, and he found there was a text waiting for him. It was from Craig. 'Parents forced me to visit my Nana. This is so lame. Text me.' Stan smiled to himself, and texted back. 'Wow what a romantic morning text.' Just as Stan was getting ready to put down his phone, another text popped up. 'You're just now waking up? Lazy ass.' The dark haired boy laughed. 'Tell your Nana I said hi.' ..... 'Fuck you Marsh' ... 'Lmao you're such a dream you know that?' 'Your dream. Are you doing anything later?' 'I have Football practice. Why?' 'Ew. I wanted to see a movie. I'll pick you after your practice.' 'Dude I can't go straight to the movies after football practice.' 'Why?' 'I need to shower. I'll be all sweaty.' 'Oh...Hot.' 'Sick dude.' 'I g2g, Nana wants me to drive her to the thrift shop.' 'Aww how sweet' 'S.O.S' 'Lmfao ttyl' 'Bye'. Stan couldn't stop cheesing the whole day.
The continued to hang out, and text each other nonstop for two years. They kept their relationship a secret, because either of them were ready for all the questions, noisy gossipers and rumors. Plus they both hung out with different crowds. It would be nothing but a pain in the ass to explain why they're together, or why they like each other. They made a plan to graduate, and move out of South Park and move into a house together. So they can live in peace, and just have each other's company. Along with the many pets they talked about getting.
That plan was of course broken at their graduation party. Obviously Craig and Stan couldn't technically go together without anybody being suspicious. So, they decided to both go alone and see each other there.
Stan walked into the gymnasium, where the graduation party was held at. He seen a lot of happy faces, and started to wave hello to everyone. "Hey Dude!" He turned to see his redheaded friend. "Hey Kyle!" Stan smiled. "Dude how do you feel? We're officially graduates!!" Kyle said excitedly. "I feel great dude! No more waking up so early." "Oh man, right on." Stan looked around, trying to spot out his certain someone. Finally seeing Craig by the punch bowl, Stan grinned and told Kyle he was going to snag something to drink. Craig smirked as he seen Stan approach him. "You clean up nice." Craig commented, checking out his boyfriend. "I could say the same to you." Stan laughed, as started to pour himself a cup of punch. "So are we going to dance?" Stan said jokingly. "That's it, Marsh. No more chick flicks for you." "Oh yeah? Well no more s--- Crap. Clyde alert. 5:00." Stan mumbled, before causally walking away.
During the party, Stan and Craig kept glancing at each other. Waiting for this thing to end soon. When no one was paying attention, Stan blew Craig a kiss, and Craig would wink back awkwardly. Which of course just made Stan laugh his ass off. Stan made so many stops at the punch bowl, his badder was full by no time. He went off to take leak. The boy's bathroom wasn't too far from the gym. After he was done doing his business, he headed back with no time to loose. His smile was still remaining as he returned to the party, seeing some of his friends dancing made him laugh a little.
But that happiness ended as soon as he looked back at Craig's direction. There he was standing, with Bebe's arms around his neck. Kissing. He was kissing her. Stan felt like his heart was ripped out of his rib cage. He couldn't believe his eyes, he though things were going so well. How long has he been cheated on? Why does it hurt so bad? His eyes started to sting, and he stormed out of the party without saying goodbye to anyone.
Stan walked all the way home, fighting the urge to break down in tears. He unlocked the front door, and noticed no one was home. Good. He needed to be alone. The dark haired teen walked to the refrigerator, he knows his dad always has a few beers in there. There was a sticky note on the refrigerator door. 'Me and your Father are going out to dinner, Stanley. There's money on the kitchen counter, order take out.' Stan sighed and grabbed his dads last four beers. He didn't feel much like eating, he took the beers upstairs in his room with him.
He cried. He broke down and did it. It was probably the CD he decided to put on. The moldy peaches isn't a band you should listen to while you're heartbroken or sad. In the middle of his drinking spree, his phone beeped. He picked it up, to see it was a text from Craig. 'I'm outside your house. Open up.' Stan was too pissed to even text, he was on the bridge of throwing his damn phone. 'NO.' 'Look I think I know why you're pissed. Let me talk to you.' 'Fuck off' 'Just open up.' 'What part of FUCK OFF don't you get?'
Stan heard footsteps coming up the stairs, he quickly sashed the empty cans of beer under his bed as his bedroom down was opened. "You're front door was opened asswipe." Stan glared and stumbled up. "Go Away." "Not until you listen." "Why the fuc-fuck should I listen to you? You're nothing but a stupid dick." Craig looked straight at Stan, and he frowned. "You've been crying." "Shut up! I haven't" Stan rubbed his eye, and kept his glare at Craig strong. "Stan..." "GO AWAY." Craig sighed. "Fine."
Then he left. And Stan was aching.
Not even a month later, Stan moved out of South Park. To start over. He didn't waste time telling his friends goodbye. He couldn't deal with anyone at the moment. Let alone crying faces telling him to stay. As much as he cared for some of the people, he had to look out for his own sake.
[END OF FLASH BACK]
"Ugh." Stan rubbed his head, groaning. Maybe I should just see him? See how he's doing. It has been eight years. Stan thought. He looked at the time. It was now 12:20. The dark haired male drank the rest of the water and zipped up his jacket. "God damn it." Stan walked to Kenny and Butters's bedroom door and gently knocked. "Psshh Kenny." No answer. He knocked a little louder, earning a groan from inside the room. Stan waited, and sure enough, Kenny opened the door in his boxers. "Mm..Asshole what is it?" Kenny's voice was scratchy from sleep. "Dude I know it's late, but my car is still in Tweek's shop's parking lot....Can I borrow your car." "For what?" "I um..need to visit someone." ".......Is it Craig?" "How did you?" Kenny chuckled. "I told you me and Craig used to smoke together after you left. He wouldn't shut up about you." Stan felt himself grin like an idiot. "Really?" "Yeah, I wouldn't lie about that. Go ahead. The keys are on the table. Now I'm going back to sleep."
Stan took the car keys and went on his way to Craig's house. The trip to Craig's house wasn't a long one, but it sure was nerve wrecking. Stan was going to back out as soon as he pulled in the drive way. Maybe he should of, but he didn't. He had to go through with this. No if, ands, or buts about it. He stepped up at the doorway, and knocked. He seen through the small door window, that the light was flickered on. He shoved his hands in his pocket, the door was opened, he looked up to see him. Craig's facial expression was a perfect bend of shocked, confused, and worried. But it made Stan sick to his stomach. Craig didn't have braces or bad acne anymore, he was grown. Stan kept a long piercing stare, feeling his belly go weak. "E-Erm can I use your bathroom?" Craig didn't change his expression. "Upstairs, first door on your left."
He speed walked to the bathroom, and quickly hovered over the toilet to vomit. When he was done he flushed the toilet and wiped his face with his long sleeve. As he left the bathroom, he seen there was a little kid staring at him. The child had wavy black hair and big green eyes. This kid was nothing less than a doll. "Mister are you ok?" The youngster asked. "Oh yeah. I'm fin--" "Stanley. I thought I told you to be in bed." Stan turned his head to the staircase way to see Craig standing there, looking at the child with narrowed eyes. "Sorry daddy." The little boy ran to Craig's side, and Stan watched as Craig picked up the kid and placed him in the room right across the bathroom. Stan scratched the back of his head. The other black haired man returned to the hallway. "H..His name is Stanley?" Stan asked stupidly. "Yeah...Named him after someone who means the world to me." Stan's didn't need a mirror to tell that his face was flushed. "I should...I should get going now. " Stan turned to the staircase, but was stopped by the other man's arms wrapped around his waist. "You asshole....I've been waiting for you to come back." Stan felt a lump in his throat, Craig buried his face in the crook of Stan's neck. "I'm sorry..." Stan wiggled in Craig's grip to turn and face the other. "Dude.." "Marsh, You don't know how long I have waited to tell you that. I'm sorry for just walking out on you. I was wrong." "If you cared so much...Then why did you cheat on me? That wasn't fucking cool." "I didn't. Bebe kissed me. You just walked in on the wrong time. Blondes aren't even my thing, Marsh." Stan could of sworn a ton of bricks landed on his head in that moment. "Wow...I'm the greatest douche ever." Craig smirked. "Can't argue with that." "Fuck you." He laughed quietly.
Stan ended up staying the night at Craig's. They talked about how their lives were in the pass eight years. Turns out, the child was Craig's and some raisin chick's baby. She didn't want to take responsibility for the baby, she wasn't ready to settle down and raise a kid. Craig had to become a single parent. Also turns out Craig makes a pretty damn good omelet. It was 7:30 in the morning, and Stan needed to go back to Kenny's to return the car. "I'll see you later dude, thanks for everything..." Stan smiled, putting on his jacket. Craig walked over to him, and slid his arm around Stan. "Mmm don't go. " Stan laughed, rolling his eyes. "I have to get the car back to Kenny." "Fuck McCormick. I'm not ready to give you up so soon, Marsh." A grin graced Stan's face. "I could always text Kenny..." Craig kissed the other's temple. "Yeah. Do that."
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NIRVANA A FANFICTION: DAVE'S adDICTion.
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The house was pitch black. Dave woke up extra early, to get to the kitchen before his other band mates. The smell still lingered his nose from last night, his mouth began to water just thinking about how that taste is going to return to him shorty. It was dawn, there was enough time to squeeze one in. Just one more, Kurt and Krist don't have to know. The drummer was able to guide himself through the kitchen, through the darkness. It was then he was so close of making his one true love...
Fresh Pots.
But at the exact moment, when he was pouring the water into the coffee pot the lights turned on.
"Well well well, why am I not surprised?" Krist said, with his arms folded looking every disappointed.
Kurt was sitting down beside him on the mini kitchen table they have, trying to open his damn eyes seriously why can't this shit happen during a normal time when he's up and ready?
"Tell us Dave, How many fresh pots have you had this week so far?" questioned Krist.
"Mm..32" Dave's facial expression changed from shocked to embarrassment.
His hands got all shaky, his knees felt like jelly, and darker than usual circles were under his eyes. He was a wreck.
"32! 32?! Do you hear this Kurt?" Krist shook his head at the words he was hearing.
Kurt mumbled something under his breath.
Dave quickly tried to defend himself. "I promise this is the last one! No more after this one!"
Krist glared at the other. "You always say that! When is it going to be enough?! Can't you see you're not just hurting yourself?"
Dave looked at his feet and frowned, feeling his heart sink in, he wanted to stop drinking fRESH POTS but he couldn't.
"I want some waffles.." Kurt said out of the blue and walked to Dave's side reaching up in the cupboard.
The drummer kept his eyes glued to the floor. Kurt glanced to the side, then cupped Dave's face.
"Cool it on the coffee." The blonde said in a tried tone. "You know how worried Krist can get."
"I'll try.." Dave tried to hide his kawaii desu school boy blushu
Then in the heat of the moment, the song careless whisper by george micheals was blasting through the heavens and Kurt gently kissed the other grunger.
Krist rolled his eyes and walked to his other band mates, grabbing the waffle mix from the top shelf already knowing Kurt wasn't going to reach it because he's short and small as fuck.
Kurt laughed at Krist's man pouting, and wrapped his arms around Dave's neck. "Don't scold MY Drummer Krist, his mine. No one else's. Mine."
"You're only encouraging him!"
"No i'm not, I think Davie is going to shape up a little now. Isn't that right darling?" Kurt snorted and looked over at Dave, who just nodded in response.
"Yeah yeah, he's going to OD on all those fresh pots."
"Hey Dave lets go grind up some Coffee beans and snort them." Kurt joked, just to get under Krist's skin.
Dave didn't say anything because he has done that before and having Kurt and Krist know about that would be so damn awkward.
Kurt untangled his arms from Dave and decided to grab the pan for the waffles.
Dave still shaking at looked completely paranoid whenever Krist and him looked at each other.
"By the way assholes, don't wake me up so early for this ~drama~"
The room was quiet and the boys soon had delicious waffles on their plates.
"You guys know what would be fucking awesome?" Krist said, grabbing his fork.
"What?! Huh? What would be so f-fucking awesome man? wouldn't be somE FRESH POTS? RIGHT?"
"Shh." Kurt shushed Dave, putting his finger on the drummer's lips.
"What Krist?" Kurt raised an eyebrow at the taller male.
"Blue waffles. No just imagine them blue. A whole different color!" Krist said as if he was going to be the next fucking generation.
"And you were worried about Dave.." Kurt mumbled, which made Dave give out a fake laugh as he looked around the room.
"I think I'm seriously going to invent a blue waffle man."
"Good luck with that, Krist." Kurt said, finally digging in his waffles.
And they repeated this exact same thing tomorrow, word from word, without realizing this happens every morning.
The end.
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