older ⤷ style .

06

06: Bye, Alpine
pov: stan marsh

"it's not that bad, craig. everybody's already forgotten about it by now." red picked at her nails.

we were all sitting in red's room – craig, kenny, clyde and i. craig was whining on his ass as we all tried to comfort him.

"at least you didn't actually throw up in front of everyone." i objected, but judging by his facial expressions i wasn't really helping.

"you didn't even help me!" craig wheeped and buried himself in his pillow, the rest of us surrounded him and continued to smother him in compliments.

"craig, tweek just needs time. you'll be back together by like... next week." red began losing interest.

"you know kevin texted me again? like, last night? he's coming back to south park next week." she squealed, partially trying to make me jealous but also just genuinely excited. i rolled my eyes.

"i'm hungry, let's talk about this later." clyde sat up from the floor.

"yeah, me too." kenny groaned and left the room with clyde. "you fat fucks!" craig screamed. i left after a little, red followed as we went into the living room.

"theyre sledding outside, wanna go?" kenny nudged my shoulder. "like when we were little!"

"the only reason we won those races was because of cartman's fat ass." i mimicked, i wasn't really interested in sledding anymore.

"jeez, you just love to bum things out, don't you?" wendy sat across from us, glaring at me in annoyance.

kenny yawned, "kiss it out guys."

wendy and i both glared at kenny and then at eachother, "shut the fuck up!" we yelled in sync.

i didn't really feel anything for wendy anymore, i actually still wanted to be friends.. but i knew it'd take a while. i figured since it was our last day here i'd try and make a conversation with her, i wanted to be on good terms at least.

plus, i could tell she wasn't into me either now. even if we broke up, i still cared for her. just a small soft spot for her, very very small. so don't make anything of it.

i turned to kyle, he looked out of it. he looked as if he didn't wanna be here, and in a way i felt bad.

i tapped on him, "you alright?"

"mhm." he nodded and left to the restroom.

i got up to follow.

"fag bag." i heard craig mumble under his breath, then kenny giggled.

"that's why you got your ass beat by a twink!" i yelled, he flipped me off.

i knocked on the door, i didn't get an answer.

"kyle, i'm coming in." i opened the door. i watched as he rolled the marijuana into a thin piece of paper, sitting on the sink with a lighter in his other hand.

"hi stan," he waved before putting the joint away.

"i can handle it, i'm not a little kid." i rolled my eyes.

"no you can't. that day we smoked clyde told me you had asthma in class, you don't need to bluff with me." he tried to air out the room with his hands. i felt bad knowing i just interrupted him bluntly and ruined it.

"why do you smoke?" i tried to change the subject. "aren't you a big germaphobe?"

"i don't really think it's dirty, it just has a different scent." kyle slipped off of the sink and gave me a gesture to follow. we left the bathroom together and back to the front. he didn't answer my first question, but i wasn't gonna bother asking again.