Craig's POV
I've got a punching bag. His name is Stan Marsh. It's a mutual agreement we've assigned between us two. Whenever we have any frustrations we'll find each other and fight. We fight until the other forfeits. It's an organized fight. We respect each other, which is why we're each other's punching bags.
"Tucker." Stan states, I turn around to see him looking pissed off. Shit. I haven't completely healed from our last fight. Though he looks like he really need something to vent his frustrations out on. I sigh and stand up.
"Okay Marsh." We go to his front yard. I'm not fighting at Starks pond, we hold our fists up. "You called the fight. You get first punch." I state. He doesn't hesitate to throw a punch at me. Damn he must be pissed. That hurt more than his usual hits. We break out into a full fight, which he wins. We fight till we hear a snapping sound and I fall to the ground. Stan's next words sound worried, panicked
"Holy shit Craig are you okay?" He asks
"I think my... my nose is broken." I answer
Stan gasps "Shit I'm sorry!"
I shake my head and get up, I guess it looks bad because he lets out a bother gasp
"Okay, Stan. I'm not letting you take the fall for this." I move my nose back into place, or as close to it as I can. "If anyone asks, I picked the fight." I add
Stan shakes his head "No. I have to take responsibility for my actions"
"Oh Jesus fucking Christ. If I picked the fight nobody gets in trouble." I glare at him
"Okay okay fine whatever" he looks down and puts his hands in his pockets, I didn't get around to giving him bruises, but out of this I got a black eye, busted nose and lip, and my nose also seems to be pouring out blood. "Let me clean up your blood before we go to the hospital" before I can protest I'm inside his house and he's cleaning the blood from my body and my clothes. I have to take off my jacket which is coated in blood, though Stan says he'll let me borrow his.
"We aren't taking me to the hospital. I'm taking me to the hospital" I state as he begins cleaning my nose, he touches my nose with the cotton he's using to clean it, causing me to wince "Ah! You fuck. That hurt." I feel a tear slip out which he dabs away with the cotton pad.
"Dude... you look like shit." He stares
"You did this to me." I glare at him and try to scrunch up my nose but I wince again and tear up, beginning to cry.
"Craig don't cry..." Stan sighs and stands next to me, Putting his arm around me, his lips are rested against my temple. And the other arm wraps around me, he's careful not to touch my nose. "We're gonna make it all better"
"Talking hurts..." I admit
"Okay, no more talking for you." He softly demands, I nod. His lips feel weird when they're moving against my temple, but it's... not bad weird. He pulls away from the hug and it gets colder, air hits my arms and his house isn't the warmest. I cross rub my arms, when Stan notices he gets his jacket off and drapes it over my shoulders, I grip onto it and pull it against me to warm up as he continues to clean the blood we have to wait till the blood in my nose clots because we can't hold it. Once it finally does Stan has me put on his jacket completely and he drives me to the hospital. Taking his parents SUV without permission, but there's no way in hell we're walking, the hospital is so far away.
Once we get to the hospital we get in and they examine my nose, they touch it and I wince, feeling the tears rush back into my eyes. Stan is next to me, once he sees that I'm in pain he takes my hand and rubs the back of it with his thumb.
"Oh are you his boyfriend?" The doctor asks, looking at Stan's
"No hes-" "Yes I am." Stan answers, I tense up, why would he say that?!
"Relax , Mr. Tucker. I'm not a homophobe" The Doctor smiles kindly, I'd smile back but... I'm worried about hurting my nose.
"Okay sir, This is my..." I look at Stan, glaring "boyfriend" I look back at the doctor "Stan Marsh"
"Ah yes, Marsh. Didn't know you swung for the same team" The Doctor chuckles, beginning to work on my nose
"I didn't either till I met him" Stan blushes softly, is he being serious? Am I glad or sad?
"How sweet" The Doctor responds
Does he actually like me? Is he actually gay? Am I gay? Do I actually like him?! Well... his face is nice.. his eyes are... nice... so are his hugs and.. his marshmallow type body is nice... oh Jesus Christ I've been beating up the guy I like.
When we finally get out we drive back to his house, because it's his car, the entire ride is almost completely silent. I've got a bunch of shit over my nose but at least it doesn't hurt anymore. When we get back to Stan's he gets parked, I don't think his parents noticed, which is surprising.
"Wanna stay with me tonight?" Stan asks
I nod and smile "Sure. We'll count this as your 'sorry I broke your nose' gift." I chuckle as we both walk inside, his dad is drinking beer in his underwear on the couch, his mom is in the kitchen, and Shelly moved out. Stan leads me upstairs to his room and I lay on his bed as if it's my own, relaxing.
"You look cute in my jacket." Stan states
Oh fuck I'm still wearing it, ah whatever, it's cozy.
"I like it." I state "it's mine now" I add, smirking
"It can only be yours if you become mine." Stan says, sitting next to me on the bed, about at my waist.
"Is that your lame way of asking me out?" I ask
"It's not lame it's clever!" He exclaims
"I was gonna say yes either way, you didn't have to go all out and be a dumbass for it" I chuckle as he shoves me slightly.
"We're gonna have to find a new punching bag."
