Envy's Song|| Stan Marsh *COMPLETED*

Chapter 1: I Do What I Want

        Okay, it's not my fault that I have a crush on Envy Brooks. The new girl.  I mean, she's beautiful, intelligent, and headstrong. That's all I need in my love life! The problem is... she's kind of... Scene. Ish. Like, emo. Or what the difference is between goth and emo is. Or even punk. But anyways, she does unspeakable things to herself, but... she thinks I don't know. Kyle and the others just think she's some raven haired chick that I'm going to have a crush on then she'll flip me off, and my life will end. But I don't know where they got that idea! That's freaking retarded! 

Oh, right. Wendy. My ex girlfriend. 

"Stanley, pay attention!" yells Mr. Garrison, holding his dumb puppet up high to the chalkboard. I grumble curses to myself and try to pay attention. But of course, it doesn't work. Turning around, I search for the raven haired beauty, Envy, but she's in no sight. Oh god. I think to myself. Cartman. Kyle. Kenny. I quickly run out of the classroom, despite Mr. Garrison and Mr. Hat's yells of warning. Sneaking into the boy's locker room, and feel the warm steam greet me. "Cartman! Kenny! Kyle!" I yell, and they look around the corner. 

"What's up, Stan?" greets Kyle, still staying hanging over the wall's corner. "What did you guys do now?"  I ask angrily. Cartman and Kyle exchange looks. "Mhmhmmmh!" says Kenny to the others quietly. "No! We're not doing that!" Says Kyle, frowning madly at Kenny's suggestion. "What did you do with Envy?" I growl defensively, as Kenny snickers at my comment. Pervert. "Where the hell is she?!" I scream, and the others jerk back, startled of my sudden outburst. "Dude, we don't know! Cartman the fatass is just being a dick," says Kyle, and their daily cock-fight starts. Kenny and I roll our eyes at them, and I quickly know where to look. 

I quickly slip out of the locker room, and run out the back doors. I was right. Finding a smoking Envy sitting against the brick wall, I sigh. "You know, smoking fucks up your lungs," I say casually to her. She doesn't look up, and says, "yes, I am aware." She has the cutest rockstar outfit consisting of pleather pants, high heeled combat boots, spiked belt and scene girl hair. Then I notice the broken whiskey bottles on the floor. And underage drinking? She coughs, and sighs. "Aren't you that Stan boy on the Cows?" she asks steadily, looking at me. I nod. 

Nodding herself, she steps on her cigarette, and cracks her knuckles. I feel my face brighten, and I bite my lip. Suddenly, Cartman, Kyle and Kenny smash through the doors. "Stan, dude! What the hell are you doing?" yells Kyle in alarm. I stand up in surprise. and frown madly at them. "What the fuck do you want?" I whisper-yell at them, and they look at each other with serious expressions. "We're not letting you hang out with Envy. She's gonna kill you!" says Cartman, and I shake my head. 

"What do you mean 'we're not letting you hang out with Envy'? I just want to help her! Is that too much to ask for?" I yell at them, and look back over to Envy. "I don't give a damn what you guys say."