86 Feelings (Stan x Kenny)[Completed]

8

(Day 414)

"Hey, Ken?" Stan leaned in the window, scribbling in his notepad sloppily. "How long on my ribeye?"

He turned with it in the long grill tongs, a goofy smile plastered across his face. If he wasn't wearing a hat, Stan was sure blonde hair would've been stuck to his forehead from the heat of the kitchen. "Comin' right meow, Stanley! Ha ha, that's what she said!"

Groaning, not in the mood for his playfulness with the tables he had, Stan snatched the hot plate out of the window. He set up the rest of the large tray, grumbling to himself as Kenny watched him for a minute. Not many people saw Stan angry anymore, but it was very obvious.

Before Kenny could question him, Stan rushed the food out to the table. Ever since leaving Clyde's the other night, Stan had remained dismissive, and oddly focused. He wanted to focus on himself. If he kept jumping from person to person his entire life, Stan knew he'd end up only miserable.

And, although things had been looking up between him and Wendy, Stan's father just had to come in that day with his new girlfriend.

He knew that his dad would move on eventually, he understood that's what his mom would want, but to actually see him with another woman? Stan wanted to punch a hole through a wall. It brought up a lot of feelings he liked to push down.

Kyle was the only one who knew. Actually, he was the only one who knew anything real about Stan; denial and trauma were two funny things that liked to plague him constantly. He hated talking about it.

In the midst of the sudden rush none of them were expecting, Stan was barely holding it together. His dad and his new girlfriend, Tabatha, were canoodling happily in a booth, laughing at something unknown. He couldn't make his legs continue towards the situation. The only thing that snapped him out of his trance was the familiar sound of Wendy's laugh.

Of fucking course! Stan grinded his teeth at the sight of Tolkien in the bar with Wendy, helping her with orders, and flirting all along the way. For the first time, Stan realized why it bugged him so much - Wendy flirted back.

Nodding to himself, biting at the inside of his cheek, Stan continued towards his dad. He'd have to face it later.

"Hey, dad." Stan greeted for, hopefully, the final time that night. It wasn't that he didn't love his dad, he just couldn't deal with something else now. "I- Shit!"

Noticing another table flagging him down, Stan rushed over to them. Thankfully, they wanted their check, which meant he would only have to get rid of three more tables before he could start his closing duties.

When he turned back towards his dad's table, Tolkien was chatting with them.

Why? What is his fucking deal with me?! His fists clenched naturally. God, Stan wished he could lay him out in front of everyone. Too often did he wish that.

He decided to return the check to the other table, and slip out the back door to calm down. Everything was starting to boil to the surface, even the things he neglected on the back burner had been unmonitored for too long. He could carry a heavy burden, he'd done it many times before, but he didn't want to keep doing it. All it did was take a piece of him every single time. That's all anyone did - they chipped away the best parts of him to only leave a broken, deformed carcass.

The back door opened suddenly, breaking Stan out of his tumultuous thoughts. When he looked up from the crouched position on the ground, he found that Kenny managed to get him alone for the first time in a while. Kenny could read him much better than Stan would've liked, it seemed.