𝘾𝙐𝙏𝙀 𝘾𝘼𝙎𝙃𝙄𝙀𝙍; south park ☆

𝘾𝙐𝙏𝙀 𝘾𝘼𝙎𝙃𝙄𝙀𝙍☆; Comfort of [Y/N]'s home

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"TODAY?"
[Y/N] repeated, wanting to make sure they heard that right.

Stan smiled and nodded his head, "Of course if you're free."

Now it was Kyle's turn to be the jealous one.

"Sure, we can make that work." You smiled, making Stan swing his feet in excitement accidentally hitting Kyle.

Then Ice cream cones with stands were placed delicately on your table. And before you knew it Marjorine was hovering over the table.

"I'm finally on break!"
Marjorine sat down next to Stan and each of you started to eat your ice cream.

[Y/N] loved how her bright and cheery personality lit up the table, and she looked super adorable with the Hello Kitty hair clips in her hair.

"Sick! I'll just get my guitar and some other stuff then I'll drive by your place."

Kyle and Marjorine didn't acknowledge the conversation the two shorter teens were having, instead engaging in their own until Marjorine had to go back to work.

The three teens then left a tip before heading their separate ways.

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STAN MARSH TWISTED THE key before turning the knob and opening the door, instantly being smacked in the face with a strong smell of alcohol.

The smell wasn't unfamiliar to Stan it let him know Randy was home.

The black-haired teen groaned and closed the door, quickly running up the stairs to the safety of his room before his dad could tell him off.

Quickly going into his room he started to pack up his guitar, putting it in a case he saved all his money for last summer.

The guitar was in good condition due to Stan treating that guitar like a 5th limb.

After packing his guitar case with extra stuff in it, (Including some of his dad's weed for himself) he slung it over his shoulder and started to creep down the stairs.

Just as his hand was reaching for the door, he heard a slurred tone of voice.

"StaAaan..."

Turning around to his name, the boy was met with his dad, beer bottle in hand.

Stan just bit his lip, having nothing to say to his father as he came closer.

"Where are you going, Stan?"

Stan's eyebrows furrowed as he looked off to the side and back at his dad.

Nowhere you would care about, that's for sure you fucking drunk.
He wanted to say, but instead, "Friends, Mom said I could go."

Placing a hand on his son's shoulder, Randy hiccups, "Okay Stan, I just.. Just want you to know— That your old man loves you."

Woah, haven't heard that one before.
Stan held back his instinct to roll his eyes and just nodded.

"I love you too..." Stan played along, softly shrugging his hands off and opening the door, and stepping out before anything else. Not wanting to spend another minute with his dad in his drunk state, which was hard to avoid.

Stan shuddered out a sigh, he gripped onto the straps of the case for comfort.

He was glad he was going to hang out with you, meaning he could relax a bit.

Stan's truck wasn't much, just his dad's old truck he gave to him when he bought a new one.

Its paint was chipping off and it would break down often but he still was grateful for it.

The engine roared alive as Stan twisted the key once again, starting to make his way to your apartment building via address by text.

★彡

FINALLY CHANGING INTO comfortable clothes, which consisted of a t-shirt that was too big for [Y/N] and Hello Kitty pajama pants with socks.

DING DONG—

[Y/N] instantly rushed over and opened the door, Stan looked up from his phone and smiled with a wave.

"Hey dude! Where should I put my guitar?"
Stan asked walking in and looking around your apartment.

"You can put it in my room, c'mon."
[Y/N] motioned Stan to follow as the [H/C]-haired teen walked to their room.

Opening the door to reveal a room with [F/C] walls and posters all over, the room was cool, dorky, and nicely decorated but what caught Stan's eye was a [F/C]- colored electric guitar hung on the wall, next to a bunch of records.

"DUDE! KICK ASS!"
Stan rushed off to the guitar, dropping the guitar case by your bed.
He Looked over at you, silently asking you if he could hold it to which you agreed with a nod.

He didn't hesitate to unhook the guitar from its place and put the strap over his head.

"This is so sick! I've seen this model before... The squier by Fender guitar right? Oh man it looks even cooler in person! Fender is a good brand..."
Stan paused his rambling to look over at [Y/N] that sat down on the bed, listening to his rambling.

"Oh sorry."
He quickly apologized and put the guitar back.

"No! No it's fine I don't mind it."

Stan smiled, not expecting [Y/N] to tolerate his rambling since no one really did expect Kyle and Kenny.

"Thanks."

"It's no problem, I got guitar hero if you wanna play."

"Are you sure you wanna challenge me? I'm like the pro of guitar hero, me and Kyle beat it once."

"Sure buddy..."

"I'm not lying!"

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