You Have to Choose (Part 2): Stan Marsh x Reader

Chapter Eighteen

Everyone waited in silence, and I broke into a sweat.

"So (Y/N), what do you say?" Stan asked.

I forced a smile onto my face as I looked at the crowd, "Yes."

The went wild.  Nicole pushed me forward, and I hesitantly made my way over to him.  Everyone took pictures.  My mom, Stan's mom, newspaper people, and a lot of people I didn't know.

I looked at Stan from the corner of my eye.  He looked ecstatic.  I continued to fake my smile in hopes everything would end soon.  Things finally started to die down and the attention was on the boys getting their medals.

"Are you happy?" Nicole asked.

"I'm happy for him," I shrugged.

"But what about you?" she asked.

"I guess it's not the end of the world.  I didn't really have anyone to else to go with.  It just bothers me that he put me in that situation where I had no choice but to say 'yes'.  I think he believes I wouldn't have agreed if he asked in a normal situation," I thought aloud.

"Would've you?" she asked.

I sighed, "Probably not."

"(Y/N), he's on your mind all the time.  You can't let go because somewhere you still have hope," Nicole smiled.

"And the worst thing to have is false hope," I spat before loading myself into the cheer van.

~Time Skip~

It has been a month since I agreed to go to prom with Stan.  Currently, Nicole, Lola, and I were dress shopping.

"What color are you looking for, (Y/N)?" Lola asked.

"Black," I answered.

"Oh, because of how elegant it looks?" she questioned.

"No, because I imagine this prom being a lot like my funeral," I replied.

Nicole stifled a laugh, "That's rude."

"Oh well," I shrugged as I went into the dressing room.

The second dress I put on was perfect in everyway.  It fit perfectly.  There was no alterations needed.  walked out of the dressing room to show the girls when I spotted Nicole crying.

"What happened?" I asked.

Lola showed me the picture on Nicole's phone.  It was Token holding Jet, the baby.  Jet was wearing a onesie that said 'Prom?' on it, and Wendy was with them.

I had to admit, the way he asked was adorable, but Nicole was a mess.  Lola looked extremely panicked.

"Lola, go try on your dresses.  I'll handle this," I told her.

She gave me a nod and left.

"I thought I was over all this," Nicole cried.

"When you love someone, you really never get over the heartache.  At least not until you find something else to live for," I hushed her.

"I don't even know why I'm looking at dresses.  No one has even asked me," she sobbed.

"Nicole, someone will ask you," I comforted her.

"You think so?" she looked up at me.

"I know so, and if someone doesn't you can go with Stan.  I'll go with Cartman.  Lord knows he won't have a date," I suggested.

"You don't have-"

"I want to.  If you don't have one, please take Stan off my hands.  It's more of a chore for you than me," I let out a laugh.

She cracked a smile.

"That's the pretty face I like to see," I grinned.

Her eyes widened, "Is that the dress you are getting?" 

"Yeah, do you like it?" I asked.

She nodded eagerly.

"Good, now let's get you one," I suggested.

We quickly got up and rampaged the racks.