Riley x Stan
Ugh, this place is such a drag. I'm surrounded by pricks and retards. We had to move when Dad got his job transferred to South Park. I don't even know what he does here, but Mom and Dad are really secretive about it. We're not a close knit family so I can't really voice my opinion about not liking it here. My brother is in college so I'm stuck at home alone with Mom and Dad.
Mom and Dad don't really show me any sort of emotion, so I guess I really don't know how to express myself. The girls at school call me a tomboy, but Wendy says I have some girlish charm. She really don't see a problem with me and talk to me often enough that I know what's happening in school. The boys treat me like a god because of this one kickball game we played and I just happened to kick it the farthest.
But I've noticed a change recently. The boys have started calling me robot instead of my name and making fun of my emotionless face. I've never had a problem with my face. Even one of the two closest people to me, Stan and Kyle, have even started calling me a robot. Kyle has even been distancing himself from me. Stan is really the only person in this town I can depend on. Cartman was the one that started it and it's really pissing me off.
"Hey Robot Riley, want to play kickball?" Token called with a friendly smile as we walked out for recess. I looked at him with a blank face and eventually nodded. Stan came up next to me with a welcoming smirk. His hand brushed against the back of mine and he took a step back. Why did he move away?
"Riley are you playing kickball? Will you be on my team?" He asked. He's the only one I smile for so I smirk and nod. His face lights up and he hesitates, but then grabs my hand and drags me to the field. Stan let go of my hand and stood away from me. We were standing in the outfield. Cartman stopped the game and pointed at me.
"We don't want robots playing with us. Go away RoboBitch." He started laughing. Soon almost every joined in.
"Fuck you fatass. Let her play." Kyle called out at Cartman.
"Hey don't me fat you fucking jew. I just don't want to catch massive bitch face disease."
"You already have the massive bitch part down, you pussy." I yelled at him. What a fucking asshole. I don't even want to play anymore. I don't want to be here anymore. Before Catman could get another word in I walked off the field and away from the school. I heard Stan and Kyle calling my name, but I ignored them and walked to Stark's Pond.
I sat on the park bench and that's when the tears started falling. What did I do to them to make them hate me? I wipe my face and sink my head into my hands. A hiccup escapes my mouth and I sigh. Kyle has started seeing how weird and emotionless I am and soon Stan will too. I'm going to be all alone soon. More tears show up uninvited.
"You shouldn't listen to Cartman Riley. He's a jealous asshole." I hear Stan's voice behind me then feel Stan's body sit next to mine.
"He's right. I'm just some sort of emotionless freak." I tell him.
"No he's wrong. You know how I know that?" Stan asks with amusement in his voice. I look at Stan in curiosity and he has a smile on his face as his eyes catch mine. There's something in his eyes, but I can't tell what.
"You're crying right now. That automatically makes you human." Stan pointed out and I smiled sadly.
"You're the only one that's seen me cry and smile though. You're probably the only one that can make me smile." I admit to him and look at him again. His cheeks slowly turn red and he leans forward. I lean into and our noses bump into each other. We sit back in surprise. I see that Stan had his eyes closed and his face was beet red. I feel a giggle bubble up through my throat and I can't hold it back. I feel my own cheeks warm and I put my hand over my mouth.
After I calm down I look at Stan and see him watching me. He's still blushing and I finally recognise the look in his eyes, love. I lay my head on Stan's shoulder and smile. Stan moves swiftly and actually kisses me this time. I kiss back and smile against his lips.
"I like you too." I say after we separate and eskimo kiss him. Stan pulls me on his lap and hugs me.
