That weird farm boy | Style

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Stan's pov:

"So, church..." I mumble as Shelly groans. "Looks like it, turd."

I get in my truck as mum and dad had already left. I laugh. "Is your girlfriend gonna be there?" She raises an eyebrow. "You mean Wendy? Why would you think we're dating." I shrug. "I saw you two turds cuddling a lot last night." She shoves me a bit. "Shelly! I'm driving! Unless you want us dead." She laughs, after 20 minutes we arrive at the church,
I groan, "God, please forgive me for my sins." while rolling my eyes.

I get in with her as people start rushing in, Shelly and I get split and I end up being stuck sitting next to this weird ginger boy, he's next to this other dude and not to eavesdrop but he has a really bad stutter. I feel someone tap my shoulder as the ginger boy is smiling at me. "Hello! I'm Kyle! I haven't seen you around here before? New to town?" I shake my head. "Nope, my granpa is sick. My family and I decided to come here just to try anything to get him better." Kyle nods. "How long have you lived here?" I answer. "I was born in a barn just outside of South Park" He gasps. "Oh! You're that Marsh boy! Your father owns a weed farm, right?" I grin smugly. "Yes sir, that is me. A pleasure to meet you." I put on a fake British accent as shelly came up next to me. "Please tell me you're not doing the British guy." I wave my hand. "Good day shelly, that is very rude." She sits next to me as Kyle starts talking. "So, what's your name?" I answer. "Stan, that's Shelly, my sister." He nods as the pastor starts talking.

After soooo long the pastor wraps up as I ask. "So, do you want to hang out? I can show you around the farm and even show you, my baby." Kyle says confused. "Baby?!" I laugh. "No, not an actual baby, don't want any at the moment, unless you want one." I added a fake wink laughing. "No but I've just been working on it for so long that it's more important than a baby to me." He nods. "I'll ask my mum, but she'll more than likely say no. She's really strict but she loves me, would you mind if my friend joined us?" I nod. "That's fine, I would imagine it'd be weird." He wonders off, Shelly laughs. "Is that your boyfriend?" I shake my head. "No! Never! Go make out with Larry Feegan or something...speaking of him, do you want me to pick him up on the way through?" She laughs. "Are you sure you can even hold enough people, Turd?" I nod. "It's a pickup truck. You two can go make out in the back for all I care." Kyle comes back with a boy with a orange parker. "I'm allowed, but can you take me home before 5?" I nod. "Yep, can do little lady." He raises an eyebrow. "I'm not a girl." I sigh as we walk outside, I open up my car door as everyone piles in, Shelly jumps in the back as we drive off, I say. "So, I need to go grab my sisters boyfriend, he lives close but it might take a good 10 minutes."

After we pick him up we get to my place, we all get out quickly as I say. "We own a lot of lands so we might need to take the truck around."
Kyle nods. "Do you by any chance have animals?" I shake my head. "Dude this is a weed farm." I see the face he gives. "I forgor"

After a long day full of Kyle loving it here I have to drop him home, his friends' name is Kenny and...well, he's pan? Kyle accidentally blurted it out asking about his boyfriend and then got really embarrassed, he was born in the wrong city to be gay. South park is a town full of homophobes and racists who would kill a gay person to make a point.

I hum in my truck. "Do I drop you both at Kyles or?" Kyle nods.

Kenny goes. "So...is Butters able to come over?'" Kyle nods. "Yeah whatever! Just don't fuck on my couch please." I laugh a little as Kyle whispers in my ear. "Butter's his boyfriend, you're not homophobic or anything? Right?" I say confused. "No? You can't be a gay homophobe"