It was Saturday, meaning Stan was coming over. I was making out with my girlfriend Milly in my room, hoping that this would escalate. When someone knocked on the door. I pulled off Milly's lips and snatched my phone from the corner of my bed. Fuck. Stan was here. I lifted the girl off me gently, setting her aside and kissed her head "you gotta go, Stan's here" I cooed softly. She rolled her fern green eyes and scoffed "of course you'd make plans when it's our day to hang out. Whatever. I'm going to Bebe's house" she snapped a bit, quickly putting on her coat and leaving with a angered look. The ginger opened the door, pushed Stan out of her way a bit and left. Fuck. It was for a project! I sighed, coming up from the basement to see Stan still at the front entrance. Waiting for permission to come in. I rolled my eyes "get your ass in here already. It's fucking cold" I snarked a bit. Coming to the living room and sitting on my dads comfy recliner chair. Stan walked in and shut the door behind him, shaking a bit of the snow fall off his black fluff of hair. "Hey man" he smiled a bit. The pale boy slipped off his red converse, walked over and sat down on the couch, pulling his bag to his lap "so I was thinking for our history assignment we should do something on Japan, or even Native American culture" he said, looking up to me with his pretty Arctic blue and mocha brown eyes. Wait, pretty? God that sounded gay. Whatever. I nodded unsurely "Japanese couture is go generic and mainstream. Native American sounds better" I replied simply and texted token. Stan chuckled a bit "nice hot pink lipstick you got there" he teased. I blushed and wiped the lipstick off with my wrist, smudging it to my cheek "fine there" I snapped a bit and crossed my arms
"No Craig, heh. It's still there" he giggled softly
I wiped again "did I get it?"
"No, can I just do it?"
"Yea, fine" I mumbled and flinched as he leaned over and placed a ice cold hand on my cheek. Stan swiped his thumb over the lipstick stain and smiled as he pulled his hand away "there we go" the other boy grinned happily. I looked away, sporting a soft pink blush. "Thanks... Now can we just get started on this dumb project?" I tried to gain my cockiness again. I felt pretty stupid for the blushing I did. Fuck. Whatever. That doesn't mean shit.
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Staig - Another Cheesy Love Story
FanfictionCraig is your average teenager, hates school, fights with people and thinks about girls. That is till he gets some... Strange feelings for a certain boy in South Park. Realizing he doesn't know as much about himself as he thinks he does. No characte...
