Everything is Shitty

Chapter Two - Obnoxious

Craig
Having Stan around has definitely shifted the atmosphere of this place. Into more of an obnoxious one. I forgot how much I hate him. He dicks around more than he works, but he gets his job done so I can't penalize him.
    He keeps trying to include me. Like I'm interested in that shit. No matter how many times I say no, he asks anyway. That's what makes him annoying. He makes my roommate seem tame.
    I can't wait till the end of the day, and once I'm off, I clock out and go out to my car, opening my glove compartment and pulling out my vape. Oh shut up I know it's cringy. Fuck you. I like the nicotine buzz. I take a hit and sit with it before I breathe out and relax in my seat, putting it in a cup holder and starting my car. Just one hit isn't enough for a buzz. I like the flavor I have. Fruit punch. I start the car and drive home. Open the door to find Clyde in a wifebeater t-shirt and plaid boxers, screaming at the TV with a mess around him. I can't stand that. I begin cleaning up the mess around him and vacuum the bits of food he got all over the floor. He thanks me for cleaning up his mess. Sure. I shrug and go up to my room. I haven't eaten anything today. Well. I had a granola bar for breakfast. I might have one for dinner too. I put my desk chair by my window and open it, beginning to vape some more. I look at the sleeping cat on my bed, I lean over and pet her.
"Hi Nova." I say lightly, I then sit back up and stare at the stars that get momentarily covered by my own smoke. It looks cool though.

Stan
Why doesn't he just want to have some fun? He's in the prime of his life and he's acting like an old man. I want to show him fun... I don't know why I care so much about it, but he probably hasn't had any human contact since the firm handshake his father gave him at graduation. I don't think he's loved since he loved Tweek. Or had any friends since then.
I watch him leave and contemplate coming out to his car. Just to talk to him, but I decide against it. I've got his phone number now, anyway. I can text him if I want to.
I close, which is something he taught me on my second day of work. So after that I go home, and collapse in bed, clutching my bottle of Jack. I pull myself up and change into normal, day clothes as I drink from it. Not pajamas even though it's eleven at night. I drink quite a bit of it before I ultimately decide to text Craig.

[Stan Marsh]
>Tucker. You up for an adventure.

Craig
I almost feel content. Nova even came and lay on my lap. I let out another exhale of smoke when my phone lights up. It doesn't do that often. Unless there's a problem. I look at the text in disbelief. Really?

[Craig Tucker]
>Fuck off.

I put my phone down. Of course I don't want to go out. Since when have I wanted to do that?! I don't. I never do. I'm boring. Go find one of your dumb friends to do it.

[Stan Marsh]
>C'mon, asshole. Do something with your life and come do something with me.

He really doesn't know how to take no for an answer, does he? He's just persistent until he gets what he wants. Ugh. Well. I guess there's no use fighting it. I can't fight stupid.

[Craig Tucker]
>I'm not going to some titty bar with you, Stan.
>I'm gay.

That's probably where people his age want to go. I guess... our age. Plus he's a hetero cissy. At this point I'm surprised I'm still gay. I thought I pushed everything so far I'd become asexual or something, I guess it doesn't work that way, and I'll always be attracted to men. Which is okay. Men are adorable, well. Some are. Others are hot, some are ugly. It all depends on preference.

[Stan Marsh]
>Gah. Who do you think I am? I wouldn't do that to you.
>I'm bi. We can go to a gay bar if you'd like.

There's no fucking way he's bi. I roll my eyes at the message and take some more nicotine, breathing in till I can anymore, and it burns.

[Craig Tucker]
>Those aren't my thing.

[Stan Marsh]
>Nothing is your thing.

[Craig Tucker]
>Exactly. Looks like no adventure for me. Too bad. So sad.

[Stan Marsh]
>Meet me at Starks pond in 25 minutes.

I groan as I read that text. Must I? Well. As I said before. There's no arguing with stupidity.

[Craig Tucker]
>Okay.