Southpark oneshots!!

🍯Its alright💛

15 y/o style
Fluff
Kyles concerned for Stan, he hasn't been acting like himself. Kyle brings it upon himself to find out what's wrong with his super best friend.

3rd person:

Kyle sat on the bus next to a sulking Stan. He had been acting like this for two weeks now, and it was starting to get Kyle worried. The vehicle came to a stop and kids filed out as Ms. Crabtree yelled at them. Stan walked to his locker, not muttering a word. He grabbed his math binder and headed off to first period early. He kept gripping his forehead and drinking from a water bottle that most likely didn't have water in it. Cartman came up behind the redhead. "Stan's acting weirder then usual, right kahl? Or am I just goin' crazy?" "No..no somethings really wrong with Stan. I know something's up." Answered Kyle. Cartman shrugged and went to his first period. Kyle continued to think whist moving to his.

1st person-stan:

I kept chugging from my alcohol filled water bottle, thankful for the disguise. My head hurt from a hangover and I had already taken an advil so the only other thing that could help was more alcohol. I set down the bottle and focused on my math teacher, Mr. Analsex. This was the one class I always got a 100 in so I cherished it. He gave us some simple fraction problems to finish and then called on this girl named red to answer them. She missed one out of the nine problems so the teacher called on sombody new. The person of his choice came up and got the last problem right easily.  Honestly I was kinda tired of her shit but whatever. The bell rang and I hurried to pack up.

3rd person:

The day finished and Stan and Kyle rushed to get home. "Hey, uh, Stan! Wanna come over to my house?" The ravenette shook his head and started to leave. Kyle grabbed his wrist and pulled him back up closer. "Stan what's wrong? You've been acting really weird for a while now." "Let me go kyle! I'm not acting weird!" Stan yanked his hand away from him. Kyle retorted by grabbing his chin and forcing Stan to look up at him. "Your coming over, and your telling me what's wrong." Kyle demanded. Stan nodded quickly and hurried out the schools door. "Faggy joo." Cartman yelled from across the hall. "SHUTUP FATASS."

1st Person-Stan:

I dropped my bag at the door and rushed up the stairs past my arguing parents. I shut my door and started panicking. What do I wear?!? How do I act?! No no Jesus Christ why did I agree to thisss! I fell face first onto my bed. I groaned loud enough for Shelly to hear and come in my room. "Why are you upset turrrd?" "I have to go talk to Kyle about my feeelings like he's my theripisttttt" I groaned. Shelly laughed at me. "Whoo! You aren't getting outta this one, but I'll spruce you up." I thanked her and Shelly went into her room to grab everything she needed to "spruce me up". She returned quickly with a bag full of shit. She pulled out a makeup pallet and I gulped loudly.

Shelly put a light blush on my cheeks to give me some "color" or whatever. She then grabbed a hair brush and styled my hair all nice and stuff, but it didn't look much different then usual. She got out other makeup products like mascara and lipstick and lipgloss. She added a light lair of mascara to my face, then a light pink lipstick and a clear lipgloss to make my lips shiny. She put all her shit back in the bag, gave me my phone, and shoved me out the door.

1st person-Kyle:

Sombody knocked on my door and I opened it quickly. Stan was here! "Hi Stan- you look nice.." I whispered while looking down at him. He grabbed his arm and mumbled a thanks. I grabbed his hands and pulled him upstairs to my room past my mom, dad, and Ike. Ike made kissing noises while we were walking past and I blushed like a madman. Pull it together me! Anyways we got up to my room and Stan stood there awkwardly for a moment before setting himself on the floor. "Yo dude if you wanna come sit up on the bed you can!" I told him. He nodded slowly and I patted a spot beside me. He sat down and I turned towards him. Stan faced me aswell and looked confused. "Stan, what's wrong? Why are you acting weird?" Stan made an "oh" face and nodded again.

3rd person:

Stan started talking. "Well, two weeks ago I started drinking again. My parents arguments had gotten so loud and I just..fell apart. I drank the noise out and I finally felt better. Overtime they got louder and louder so I just drank more and more. I started drinking at school too, to get rid of the hangovers and I've just been out of it man. It's terrible at home. I want them to divorce again and stay divorced. They hate eachother so much it sucks." Stan finished and closed his eyes. He scratched his arm roughly and Kyle couldn't help but tear up. "Stan.." he wispered. In reply to this, stan scratched harder. Kyle got suspicious and lifted up his sleeve slowly. He revealed red cuts that looked really recent all up his arm. "Stan- you.." Kyle got choked up again. "I'm so sorry I shouldn't have come here!" Stan got up and started walking to the door. Kyle grabbed his hand and pulled him back onto the bed. Stan stumbled and landed head first in his lap. Stan started blushing hard and pushed himself back up. Kyle, for the millionth time, grabbed Stan's hand and started peppering kisses on the fresh cuts. He lifted up his other sleeve and did the same. Kyle looked up at him and Stan looked away from embarrassment. "Stan take off your shoes." "WHAT?!" Kyle rolled his eyes and took off his shoes for him. Stan hit him in the back but Kyle tackled him into the bed. The taller started spooning the small boy. Stan felt extremly awkward but also entirely comforted. He melted into the touch and Kyle smiled brightly, also melting. The two stayed in that position for a few good minutes, which led to hours, which led to them falling asleep together. Ike took a bunch of pictures.