(STYLE ONE-SHOTS)

#1

These are supposed to be style but why not add some stylenny (or Stenny because there are only brief mentions of Kyle and this shadows over Stan and Kenny) 

Mostly fluff with referenced/implied angst

This has actually been in my notes for so long. (GENDERFLUID WENDY!! :D)

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Heartless, cold, selfish, and disrespectful were all traits of Stan Marsh. Or, at least, how people saw him. After he lost everyone, his lover, his super best friend, his entire friend group, and what even felt like his family, he was snappy and rude. But he was broken, shattered to pieces. His freezing black heart hid his pain and suffering.

The only person that saw right through it was his girlfriend, Wendy, but he was gone. They broke up. Because Stan was a self-centered asshole who did nothing but hurt people. He was unfixable.

Now he lay on his bedroom floor, fighting the urge to drink alcohol. He hadn't drunk for 5 months because he had promised Wendyl to try and quit. But now, they weren't here to hold his hand, to kiss him, to tell him it will all be okay. She left.

Stan didn't know what to do other than drink his thoughts away. So, that's what he did. He drank at least two bottles of beer before a knock came on his front door. Neither of his parents was home and Shelley was out with her boyfriend, so he knew he had to get the door. He loudly sighed, forcing himself to tiredly lift himself from his living room couch.

As he stumbled to the door through his drunken haze, the knocking grew louder. The loud noise pissed him off, so he eventually yelled something to tell them he was coming. The knocking stopped after that and when he got to the door, his hand trembled against the door knob. But he would've never expected Kenny McCormick to show up at his door at 12 a.m. on a Saturday in the middle of April. The look of shock on his face mustn't have been very discrete because he could see the hidden giggles in the blonde's expression.

"Uhh... hello?" a small smile appeared on Kenny's face to seem welcoming and friendly, but with their past, it was his old, devilish smile. But he has changed since then. He was kind, sweet, nice, and caring. He was the new Kenny.

"Why are you here?" Stan didn't seem too happy upon seeing the taller boy appearing on his doorstep, but nobody would be happy if they were in Stan's shoes. "I wanted to see how you were doing, man. Can't a friend check up on his own once in a while?" the black-haired boy stifled an annoyed laugh at that.

This was utterly and ridiculously pathetic. Kenny wasn't his friend and Stan wasn't Kenny's friend. They just barely knew each other and haven't spoken in about 3 years. "You're here because of me and Wendy, right?"

The blonde's grin was immediately wiped off of his face and he looked at his shoes and balanced on the pad of his feet, it had become a habit of his. "Yeah, but seriously I mean no harm-"

Kenny's sentence was cut off by the angry but also pained expression on Stan's face. ''Just-- let me explain dude." 

The smaller boy ruled his eyes and gestured to his living room couch. "Well, be quick. I have sleeping plans." the taller boy giggled a bit and kicked off his shoes, making his way to sit down on the couch.

When they were both seated, Stan looked right into the blonde's eyes, his arms crossed, and an expectant look on his face.

"Go on, Explain." Kenny let out a breath and started. "So, you might not be too happy with this but, Kyle sent me here. And before you interrupt, he wanted me to make sure you were okay because Wendyl was your only comfort source and friend, so he wanted to see if you were... drunk or something. Wendy was also in on this and they're waiting for me to text them." 

Stan was shocked, to say the least. But the anger didn't let go, after all, if Kyle really cared he would have come back and tried to at least apologize for the things he had said. So why did he care now? 

He noticed that Kenny's eyes had left his face and looked toward the empty bottles on the coffee table. "Well, it seems that the answer is obvious." Stan was confused for a second. What answer? But he didn't ask. He didn't ask because he now knew.

"Are you okay, Stan?" 

This was a normal question, just a simple and normal and real question but it seemed to be much more to Stan. His eyes were suddenly glassy and his vision was blurry and his mind was in a haze. 

Kenny's face twisted into a small frown and he stood up to go comfort his friend. Friend? Friend. That was a nice word and he could get used to saying it and hearing it and thinking it.

The blonde's arms wrapped themselves around Stan's body, and for once in what felt like 5 years, he had felt some sort of comfort. He also felt safe. 

He never wanted Kenny to leave, so he didn't leave for the rest of the night. He just sat there to comfort him, because it was the least he could do. 

Eventually, they ended up falling asleep on the couch together

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When the morning came, Kenny was the first to wake up. He had seen the exhausted but happy look on Stan's face made him feel joy. 

His eyes slowly blinked open and he was tired and hungover but he smiled, he smiled a true and genuine smile. The taller boy looked down at him and smiled just as brightly. 

"Good morning, Stan"

:3 END :)