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Stan and Craig have been "rivals" since they were kids. doing the occasional teamwork to help out a mutual friend, or to do some stupid roleplay with their friend groups pretending they were trolls or Lord of The Rings characters, or even to get one another out of trouble.

17, it was Craig's 17th birthday today and his family invited basically the whole fucking town. Chef showed up with a few delicious tins of homemade brownies. Craig could've sworn he saw Ms Choksondik steal more than a few.

but the one person that Craig wanted to come.. hadn't shown up. sure, it hurt him, maybe a bit more than it would've normally. but he was fine, he could make it through his birthday party without crying over Stan fucking Marsh, right?

well, apparently he couldn't. Craig's mind had been clouded by the raven haired wonder boy. Stan wouldn't budge his way out of Craig's head and it pissed the younger teen off.

Craig had decided to just take a walk, get his mind off of someone like Stan as his friends partied, drank, and got high or stoned or something like that. Craig had never really done drugs, or drank alcohol. he rarely argued with his parents, and got amazing grades. Craig really just had an attitude problem, and a temper problem. besides that, he was a good fucking kid. (definitely not Kyle valedictorian Broflovski level- but still, a good fuckin kid.)

as his feet crushed the multicolored colored leaves and his breath leaves his chest to meet the cold air, he heard yelling. 'huh..?'

as he walked closer, the yelling got louder, and that's when he realized he was right in front of the Marsh's House.

Craig stared at the front door, contemplating whether or not to knock and know what's going on or to just leave it alone and go on with his birthday.

well, he was in the middle of contemplating when the door opened and out came an exhausted looking Stanley Marsh.

"ah! oh.. hey Craig- d-didn't see you there," Stan said that as if he didn't think anyone would be out on the street or hear the excruciatingly loud yelling coming from (who he's guessing) his parents.

"you okay? you seem just a tad bit jumpy," Craig seemed to trail off a bit at the end, mainly because he couldn't keep his eyes off of Stan. 'he's so pretty.."

"no- i'm fine- just a bit tired. it's your birthday, right?" Stan changed the subject a bit too quickly, Craig wasn't even sure if he, himself would've remembered his birthday if it wasn't for his parents writing it on every surface they could.

"yeah, it's my birthday," Craig answered plainly.

"great! then this present it just on time! here," Stan finished up his sentence and handed Craig a hand knitted beanie and a blue box.

a smile found its way to Craig's face as he looked down at the two presents in his hands. Craig's hat that he's had since childhood broke recently, and then ended up getting washed, so it was beyond repair and he had been deeply sad about it.

"thanks, Marsh.." "oh- you're welcome, but its the least i could do. with you and your friends getting me and my friends out of trouble too often? it's just a thank you,"

Stan.. was thanking.. Craig? that didn't feel right, nor sounded right.

"well, you could thank me by coming with me on my walk, i needed to clear my head," Craig said that like he'd bet the world in Stan.

"sounds lovely,"