vacation (style au)

chapter 1

It's beautiful, the sights of the ocean waves pulling and pushing, the sand drifting in the slight breeze, full of smells from the sweets on the boardwalk, the atmosphere full of life, beautiful people walking all around-

"Stanley get your bags!"
Oh right. I sigh, turning away from the scenery back to my car, in front of a condo, full of bags. I grab my two bags, struggle for a minute, and head inside. The living rooms got cute cottage core-ish decorations sprinkled around. It still looks empty, like no one has lived here. Probably hasn't because it's a rental home and the people clean it after the renters leave. Mom is already on the couch, looking exhausted.

"Hey mom? Uhh what room am I gonna sleep in?" I ask, slightly leaning over the back of the couch.
"Mm- upstairs, there's two, although I think Shelley has already picked her room." She replies, opening her eyes to look at me and then closing them again a second later.
I trudge up the weirdly steep stairs and look at three rooms.

"Naanananana nooo you cant risk falling of your throne laalalalalalovee is something I don't even knowww" Shelley sings from the room on the corner, it doesn't sound that bad actually, but it's still annoying.
I go into the room on the opposite end, assuming the one in the middle is a bathroom.
I set my stuff down at the door and jump on the beige and green bed, sinking into the soft moss colored blanket that sat on top.

"Stan!! Mom says she's going to the store for a bit and when she comes back were going out to the beach!! So just be ready, turd" I hear Shelley say from the doorway.
"Just wake me up 10 minutes before we leave shells." I reply, and hear a sigh from her. She says she hates when I call her that, but I know she secretly loves it. No one else calls her that, it's kinda our thing. She calls me turd and I call her shells.

My eyes close and I think about how much fun Im going to have here.. Without dad this time. Not even sure I can call him my dad anymore, that's how shitty he is. All he does now is sit around with a damn towel and smoke his own weed. He doesn't work and barely makes business with his weed, it's only a matter of time before he becomes homeless from not being able to pay his bills.
At least he gets what he deserves. Finally.

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"Wake up turd, you need to get into your swimsuit!" Shelley's voice rings through my ears as I slowly open my eyes.
"My head hurts."
"Get an Advil, idk what you want me to do."
Ugh, I guess that's what I get for taking a nap for an hour.
I get up, my body cracking like a glow stick, and walk over to my suitcase to pull out my swim trunks.

I look at myself in the mirror. Hoping, that when I grow up I'll look nothing like my dad, especially his beer belly. How am I gonna get married?? I look for a minute more, argue with myself over putting a shirt on aswell, decided to just not, grab my phone, and leave.
"C'MON STAN EVEN YOUR SISTER IS FAS- oh there you are!" My mom starts to yell, but stops as I appear in front of her.

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My toes squish in the hot sand, I wince a bit (it's HOT.), but move along with my family. My mom tells us to go play while she sets up the towels and umbrella. I roll my eyes along with my sister, as were both too old to "play" but sure, well go see what the ocean feels like.
My sister immediately splashes me before I even reach the edge, and I run and jump to splash her even harder.

"Ack! I swear- TURD!!!!" She screams at me and laughs, splashing me again, going deeper into the water.
We've both gotten pretty tall now, for being 17 and 20.
Thank mom for that, our dad is a short asshole. Haha, cartman.

My sister splashes me again, almost getting some in my mouth, snapping me out of my thoughts.
I retaliate by going underwater fully and jumping back up, getting her SOAKED.
She giggles and then screams, "YOU LITTLE TURD!!"