South Park On Ice

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|Stan's P.O.V|

Tears pricked my eyes as I stared at the scoring board, I failed...I lost another competition.

"Stanley!" Oh no, I turned towards that familiar voice to see my coach storming towards me, his brows furrowed, I know he was angry. I turned back around and ran off, I could still hear his yells but I needed some alone time. Everyone's eyes were on me, they all knew who I was and I could hear them whisper.

I got around the corner and bolted into the bathroom pressing my back against the wall as I hear my coach pass me, good I was alone. I headed into one of the stalls and sat down (of course putting the toliet lid down). That's when I heard my phone go, I slid my hand into my pocket and pulled it out to see no other than my mum calling me. A sigh escaped my lips as I answered it.

"Hello..."
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"You didn't..."
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"Why did you invited everyone to watch me! I completely humiliated myself...I failed"
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"I'm sorry...."
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"Yeah Ill be coming home.."
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"Okay bye, I love you too"

I hung up the phone and let my hand fall onto my lap, clutching my device I let the tears fall. Placing my phone back into my pocket I raised my legs to my chest and hugged them as I sobbed. I can't believe I actually failed...I was supposed to be a  National Fiqure Skater and quailfy for the Four Continents and World Championship but instead I rot in the Grand Prix Final, im a loser.

For all of you that don't know me, I'm Stan Marsh or Stanley as my family sometimes call me, I'm a seventeen year old Fiqure Skater who started skating when I was about 10 year old. I failed another compitition which is why I'm giving up and going home, this sport isn't for me anymore.

My throat got caught in my throat when I heard a knock on the stall door, oh God please not it be my coach. I stood up wiping the tears from my eyes and opened the door.

"Sorry--"

"Your Stan Marsh right?" I was cut from my sentence by a boy that looked about my age, ginger hair  which was badly hidden with his green hat and glistening emerald  green eyes. I'm gonna lie...he was cute.

"Um... yes" I responded confused on why this guy was asking, how did he even know I was here?.

"Three words, Don't Give Up" He spoke his eyes narrowed "You have potential dude, don't throw away opportunity's like this, you'll get into next year I know it" Wow no one's ever said that to apart from my family...dammit but I can't, there's so much more people out there that will do better than me, people that won't humiliate themselfs and then cry in the bathroom stall.

"I'm sorry...but it's over for me" I stated flatly and moved to walk out the bathroom stall, thankfully he never followed but then I had ran into my coach. Fuck my life

"Come on bags packed, I'm sorry Stanley but I'm not going to be your coach anymore, you do have pot--"

"It's fine, I'm giving up anyway, I'm saying goodbye to Fiqure skating forever" I said shaking my head and pushing past him saving the whole speech, well he was a crappy coach anyway, I didn't really like him to begin with. Looking back I couldn't help but notice that cute boy leaning against the wall staring at me, my cheeks heated up as I turned away, to bad I wasn't going to meet him again.

---Timeskip---

I had my suit case out and filled with some clothes already, I was actually exicted to go home, to see my parents and my dog Sparky. Smiling as I packed the door opened, I turned round to see my coach with some girls in his arms. Are you serious?

"Stanley I have to ask you to move, you can come back later just I'm busy" I rolled my eyes zipping my suitcase and placed it under the bed. I grabbed my phone which had my headphones plugged into them and placed my hat on as well as my jacket before shoving past them. I can't believe him, see what I mean about him being a crappy coach, he doesn't care all he wants is to fuck chicks.

One step outside and I was freezing, it was dark and I was alone. Sighing I placed my headphones on and stuffed my hands into my pockets before walking off. I knew there was a nice lake by here and some stores I could pop into. This wasn't so bad to be honest, it was nice... peaceful. I never realized how beautiful this place really was, I was to busy worrying about winning the compitition I didn't get to look at the scenery, sure it was dark but the street lamps we're bright enough and the headlights of cars gave me enough light. They weren't many people out either, it was calm.

I ended up going into one of the stores on my way to the lake, buying a can of cola and some sweets before sitting on a bench by the water, the moon light reflecting off the water, it was amazing. The lights out in the distance, the breeze and I could only hear my own faint breath. I smiled to myself and leaned back before opening the can I had and raising it to my lips, it was so refreshing and cold, all I've had was water and more water because it was better for me so I would say this was a treat. He wasn't here anyway he couldn't tell me what I can't or can do, he's to busy shagging those chicks he brought up so I hope he's having fun because I know I am.

I closed my eyes and let out a relaxed sigh when my mind flipped to that ginger boy I seen in the bathroom stalls, my cheeks heated up at the thought of him, those perfect green eyes, why I'm I thinking like this? I didn't even know the guy, I didn't know his name...his age nor his phone number and now I probably won't see him again.

Fuck that's a really bummer...

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Who was the guy that Stan seen?
Will he ever see him again?
Or will it be a lost cause?

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