Scene and Goth? || smut

So long ago.

AGE 09

Stan's POV
"Kyle I just don't understand what's happening, everything is just going bad for me. I can't be your friend if I can't be my own, I've lost
everything!" Kyle frowned, "I said I could help! You don't ever listen to me and you're being a horrible friend!" Stan trembled before him, covering his face with his old, dirty, mittens.

"Dude please DONT do this! You constantly push me away when I need you!" Kyle scoffs, "And you act like you haven't? You are pathetic, Stan Marsh. THE MOST PATHETIC PERSON IVE EVER SEEN!" stan looks at him from the ground in shock, before tears fill his eyes and fall down his pale cheeks.

"Fuck you dude, you really changed." Kyle said briefly before storming away angrily. I didn't even care anymore, school wasn't even over, hell. it had just stared a few hours previously. I walked home out of pure disgust, I expected the warm touch of my mother or the brute punch of my sister but they were already gone. Long gone,

I never forgave myself until years later, I did it out of rage, anger, sadness, the thrill even! Instead I got the noise of my dad screaming in the kitchen, "WHO'S THERE?" randy exclaimed. "It's Just me dad." I sighed, he didn't even bother to come out of the kitchen too yell at me, he couldn't look me in the face anymore, after what I did.

I went to my room and started screaming in my pillow, by the time I was done it was slobbery and salty from my tears and saliva, I flipped the pillow over and took a nap, I hoped it would help, and it did. I'm thankful for that.

Kyles POV

"He really thinks he can just be a dick and leave whenever he wants huh?" I mumbled to myself quietly. We made a promise when we were just young, we'd always be best friends. We would always come back together stronger, I think I blew it though dude.

I chewed on my tongue tirelessly while thinking, "I shouldn't have done that, I should've been the bigger person, whatever that means." I'm so stupid, I'm such a dickhead. I can't even keep my best friend from my whole life, one argument shouldn't have ended it.

I jittered as I heard my name being called, "Kyle? EARTH TO KYLE!!" I heard in a hushed whisper, Cartman. "What fatass?" I hush back, "Chill out man, I was just gonna congratulate you for totally beating Stan's ass in that fight!" Cartman smirked, what a dick. I turned my head away, guilty.

Not bearing the thought of what Stan is feeling. I just wanna fill my life full of happiness, what can I do, really? Change the way I dress, talk?

{-time skip-} next day 09:33

Stan's POV

It was finally recess, I brought my dark clothes and walked over to them shyly. "Oh hey, welcome back, Stan." Micheal, the head of the goths said to me while lighting a cigarette with a lighter with skulls on it. "Hey, can I hang with you guys?" I mumbled sheepishly, "Depends, you gonna leave us again?" Micheal said while the other bats smirked and giggled.

I shook my head as my face emanated red, waiting for
approval. I was still waiting for their approval as they waved a hand over to me and took out a cigarette, "You're already smoking one Micheal, why do you need another?"  He laughed, "Put it on your mouth and inhale, easy peasy."

I looked in shock while he continued urging me, finally after a few long seconds I put on the end the of my mouth. I inhaled like a straw as I felt it's black fumes filling my lungs, I have to admit, it was a cool way to start my addiction because it calmed me down and I wasn't high, we didn't have the money for drugs yet.

Plus we were still kids, what good is having that as a 9 year old? Yet 6 years later pot really does help, though I hate being like my dad.

Kyles POV

I saw I group of kids on Facebook when I got home, they looked so happy. They were dressed in super bright outfits, I thought they were so cool, which they were. I called out for my mom joyfully, as I barged out of my room and into the kitchen.

"What boo-boo?" Sheila said, turning her head in my direction. "Can I go shopping, please, please, please!?" I begged, "For what?" my mother said annoyed and confused.

"Just some new clothes ma!!" I said while jumping up and down, my feet hitting the ground harder each time I bounced. "Only if I come with you, last time I let you go on a shopping spree by yourself you were dressing as gays with your friends."

Sheila said while stirring the pot full of macaroni and cheese. "Okay! That's fine but can we go right now pleaseeee?" I pleaded with her. "After dinner honey." She said

while laughing to herself and shaking her head. I quickly ate dinner, looking like I dipped my full face in the macaroni and cheese dish.

I ran to the car, looking at the picture of the bright screen before slamming the door shut. My poor mom, dealing with me squealing the whole car ride. The parking lot was full, I didn't care if it was unsafe because I was having fun, I jumped out. I landed on my feet but my mom must've been terrified she hit me.

I ran through the large parking lot of the mall, barley waiting as the sliding doors split open. I looked around for a few minutes trying to find the things I wanted. Shit, I had forgotten to check what places they showed where they got them at. It didn't matter.

I eventually found a hot topic and bought almost half of the shirts and pants there. I then found a dollar store with some bright, fluffy, rainbow accessories. I wouldn't be surprised if I bought out the whole store. My moon looked at me with the largest stink eye I think I've ever seen while giving the cashier her card.