𝘾𝙐𝙏𝙀 𝘾𝘼𝙎𝙃𝙄𝙀𝙍; south park ☆

𝘾𝙐𝙏𝙀 𝘾𝘼𝙎𝙃𝙄𝙀𝙍☆; past

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

"FUCK YOU!"
Stan yelled as he missed a note, making [Y/N] turn to him with a grin.

"I thought you were a pro Stan?"

Stan furrowed his eyebrows as he turned to the grinning teen beside him.

"Cut me some slack dude! Haven't played in a while."

"Mhm," [Y/N] hummed, focusing back to the screen to the notes on the TV.

Not too long, the round ends and obviously [Y/N] won. Causing Stan to sulk.

"Weak!"
Stan tossed the guitar on the bed angrily before laying down beside it, [Y/N] giggled at his childish like behavior as they sat down next to him.

Through his shaggy black bangs he looked up at them, admiring how photogenic they were.

You're so perfect.

He didn't realize he was smiling at you until [Y/N] smiled back at him, the eye contact wasn't awkward but rather comforting to both the teens.

Then Stan's stomach starting to ache a bit and he felt sickness starting to grow, just as the two of them were cherishing the moment.

FUCK FUCK FUCK NOT NOW—
until [Y/N]'s phone rang.

Ay Ay Ay! I'm your little—
"Hello?"

Stan released a sigh of relief as [Y/N] turned away, and instead of acknowledging what happened he giggled at the ringtone as he watched [Y/N] make their call and flipped over to his stomach.

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that..."

Stan widened his eyes at what he heard and leaned in a bit closer, [Y/N] was too busy looking off to the side to notice Stan's head was practically on their lap.

"Really? I would love to meet her! When are you free? Alright. Bye dad."

Dad?
Now that he thought about it, [Y/N] never mentioned their family. They didn't even talk about it and it made him wonder.

"Dad?" Stan asked, looking up at their sitting figure with a confused gaze.

"Mhm, my Dad..."
[Y/N] placed the phone down.

"Do you mind if I ask about your family? It's okay if not I'm just curious cause you never really talk about them."

"I don't mind," They smiled, calming Stan's nerves and he leaned more towards them to indicate he's listening.

"Well, obviously I was calling my dad, my mom is dead."

Stan widened his eyes in shock, not expecting that, "I'm sorry to hear about that."

The [H/C]-Haired teen only shook their head, "It's fine, you don't need to be sorry it was like a super duper long time ago."

"But anyways, I have siblings, a twin brother and a little sister,"
To Stan, learning more about [Y/N] was astonishing, they were already interesting enough so the fact that they had more to them was shocking. And he wanted to learn all of it.