(AN: Hii! I decided to bring this back. I had a flush of ideas I kinda wanna put in Staig. Plus I have a strange attachment to these.
I definitely can't post as much as I used to though. I'm really busy a lot of the time and I really like procrastinating, as well as putting out content I find actually good. Soo with all of that out there! Here is the newest One-Shot! :D )
Stan
I sigh as I lean against the pole that holds up the bus stop sign. Watching the air escape between my lips in a cold, smoke like fashion. My hands shoved in my pockets as I allow my eyes to close for a split second. Allowing the feeling of contentment to fill me, and I feel myself smiling.
My eyes dart open as I hear the beeping of my alarm. It's five in the morning. I sit up and look at the field of weed and roll my eyes. Another dream about living back in South Park, but I'm never going back. I've accepted that.
While I change, I look at my body in the mirror. Disgusted by what I see, I quickly put my shirt, and wrap my jacket around my waist. I have blue jeans on, along with my converse.
"Fuck..." I sigh as I look at the field of weed outside my window. My hands slide in my pockets as I slowly turn to look at my bedside drawer.
I smirk as I go over and pull out the vape pen I was holding onto for Kyle. I turn it on and take a hit. It's a little 'fuck you' I have to my dad.
I put it away and head downstairs. I don't want breakfast. I don't want to live on this goddamn farm, but I guess I can't choose my life. Not until I'm eighteen and can move away. Maybe mom will come to her senses and divorce dad. Take me with her.
"Good mornin' Stan." Dad says in his obviously faked country accent.
"Hi Randy." I respond, which causes him to gasp, and my mom to tense up.
"What did you just call him?" She asks
"Randy." I answer with a shrug as I pick up my bag. "Mom I'm ready to go to school. Let's get the fuck off this farm." I'm not phased by their reactions in the slightest. I don't care
Mom sighs, giving in, though I know Dad is gonna make a big deal out of it. He makes a big deal out of every little thing.
When I get to school I find Kyle and Kenny. Oh. Cartman is there too, but I don't care about him. They're sitting with Clyde, Craig, and Tweek for some odd reason.
"Are you sure you're okay being friends still?" Kyle asks as I sit down beside him. "I mean, breaking up is a big deal."
Craig shrugs "Nothing much is changing, we just don't give affection anymore."
Tweek twitches "only sometimes I accidentally call him dear, or honey."
"Yeah and I don't care too much about that." Craig shrugs, then glances at me for a short moment before He directs his eyes downward. I pay no mind to it as I look at Kyle, he's glaring at Cartman. Who is talking about snapping the bra of some chick.
"Don't be an asshole, fatass." Kyle rolls his eyes. That's a line we hear almost daily.
The first bell rings and I pull myself up, beginning to walk to first hour. The noises of people talking and screaming in the hallway sounds muffled. I sigh and bow my head. God damnit.
There's a hand on my shoulder. When I turn to see who the hand is attached to, I see it's Craig. He's giving a worried smile.
"Are you alright man?" He asks.
"No. I hate living on that stupid fucking farm."
"The weed farm?"
"No shit."
"Does that make you a pothead?"
"I hope not."
"Uh... if you what you can come hang out with me after school..."
I crack a small smile "I'd like that. Just let me ask my mom first, and I'll get back to you."
"You probably should have my number."
"Oh yeah." I chuckle and nod.
We exchange numbers and part ways. My face dies as I get in class and pull my phone out.
[Stan]
>Hey mom, can I go to Craig's after school?
[Mom]
>No. Your father wants to have a talk with you.
[Stan]
>alright.
I sigh and pull up Craig's contact.
[Stan Darsh]
>My mom said i can. Where do you wanna meet up?
[Craig Fucker]
>Meet me @ Starks pond.
I put my phone away, my mom can't be too mad. She should know how much it sucks living on that farm. She knows how much I hate it. How much I hate dad because of the fact that we live there.
After school, I look at the bus that's supposed to take me home. I ignore it and go to Starks Pond, seeing Craig sitting in the snow skipping rocks.
"Four is pretty impressive." I chuckle as I sit beside him, digging around a little and getting a rock. I then skip it across the semi-frozen water. Three.
Craig stands and leads me back to his house. I forgot what his house looks like. Hmm. It's nice. It kinda looks like my old one.... I miss my house. I miss South Park.
"What's it like living on a farm?" Craig asks as he collapses on his bed.
"Really shitty. I've even taken to vaping because it'll piss off my dad when he finds out. I might even do it in front of him just to watch him lose his mind." I chuckle.
"Why though? What's the point in all of that? You can just come over here and spend time with me."
"Why are you asking for my presence all of a sudden?"
"Fucking hell." Craig rolls his eyes.
I don't get it. He's not being clear, and he completely avoided the question. He's looking at me. I can see the slight worry and fear in his expression, though he's trying to keep it down. I can tell. He then scoffs and rolls his eyes once more.
"Well?"
"Don't ask stupid questions."
"I think it's a valid question."
"You're- fuckin-." Hes blushing! Why is he blushing?!
He stays silent and turns to grab his remote. He turns on the TV and turns on a homocide show. He sighs as he looks at me
"Do you like these shows?"
"Yeah they're pretty cool."
We sit back and watch them- oh fuck is this murder porn?! I look at Craig as he rolls his eyes and looks away.
"What, are you afraid of vagina?" I chuckle
He lets out a stifled laugh "I just think it looks gross." He's quiet for a few moments before he uses a mocking tone as he says "What, are you afraid of dick?"
"Nah I'm bi. I'm good with both." I very calmly say. Then tense up. Fuck. People don't know. I haven't come out... Craig then sits up straight and looks at me.
"Really?" He asks with a light smile
"Yeah." I say very bashfully, a bright red face.
He blushes lightly and moves a bit closer to me, laying back down and putting an arm around me
"Wanna cuddle?" He asks, and I nod as an answer as I put an arm around him and look at him.
We lock eyes and I can feel it. He wants to kiss me. I can see his eyes flicker to my lips for a quick moment. We get closer and closer. Ahh I'm gonna kiss my first boy!
My phone begins ringing and I groan. Sitting up and taking it. My mom scolding me for defying her. She exclaimed that she's coming to get me and that I'm 'so grounded' when I get home. I sigh and grab my bag.
"My mom is pissed at me, but.... I hope we can continue this later?" I wink as he hides his dark red face.
"Yeah. Yeah that's cooool." He muffles from the pillow.
I sigh as I walk out of the house. I could've fucking kissed him. I could've.
But my fucking mom ruined it.
