Envy's Song|| Stan Marsh *COMPLETED*

Chapter 3: What. The. F**k.

        I walk through the hallways towards what I assume is Envy's locker. She's not at it, which slightly confuses me. Like she's always at her locker. Even during classes. Sighing, I quickly slip a pink and white bottle cap necklace I made though the holes at the top of the locker. I look around suspiciously, and scatter away before someone finds me. Finding my locker, open it with ease to collect my football for football practice. Sighing, I make my way outside, only to meet a scowling Kyle, Cartman, Kenny, and a fake-mad looking Butters. 

I groan in exasperation. "C'monnnnn! What the hell do you guys want now?" I ask annoyed out of my mind. They all exchange looks with each other. "Stan," says Kyle in a calm tone. "We need to... Talk." I frown on his emphasis of 'talk', and fold my arms. "Okay, sure," I say in an irritated way, and give them a glower, saying I want them to continue their 'talk' with me. "We think that you'd be better off with out..." continues Kyle, but Cartman instantly cuts him off. "That bitch!" yells Cartman in his rude, high-pitched voice. 

"Shut up, fatass!" yells Kyle, and punches his arm in anger. "Mhhmm!" says Kenny, and Kyle nods maturely at Kenny, considering what he said. "Anyways," continues Kyle, staring daggers at Cartman. Frowning, I stare daggers at them. "Why?" I growl angrily. "Because," says Kyle hesitates, and kind of gives the others a look that begs them to answer for him. But that fails. "She's kind of a... What we call a..." "Bitch!" screams Butters with unwanted glee. 

I grimace at them. "Why may you think that? Just because she has some problems, and she's not some titanic whore does not mean I can't like her!" I exclaim, and they cock brows at my sudden language. Checking the time, I jump slightly, and quickly stalk off. "Where the hell are you going?" asks Kyle, and I shake my head to myself. "Going to football practice." I make my way down to the football field, and do our usual exercises. Once everyone is gathered together. 

Suicides, push-ups, and just usual practice games. But, I find myself going a bit rough to get the goals, and touchdowns. Once the practice is over, Chef calls me over to talk. "Hey, kid. What's the matter? You seem a bit... Rough today," asks Chef, and I sigh deeply. "It's just... Cartman, Kyle, and Kenny are trying make me stop liking a girl; and I really like her," I confess, and Chef rises an eyebrow.

"Who's the lucky girl?" asks Chef, and I sigh. "Envy Brooks." Chef's eyes widen. "Woah, the raven haired girl?" he asks, and I nod. "I've heard about her; she's the one with the piercings, and the depression condition. Right?" I pause when he says 'depression' in his sentence."D-depression?" I stutter, and he nods. "Didn't you know she's depressed?" I shake my head repeatedly. "I-I had no idea!" I exclaim in amazement and sadness. She's depressed?  My mind screams. I sigh promptly. 

"Have you tried to find the clitoris?" asks Chef, but soon covers his mouth. "I don't know where the fucking clitoris is!" I yell, and quickly storm off. But before I fully leave the football field, I see Craig, making out with... Envy?! I feel anger, and broken shatters of my heart pile up in stomach. Suddenly, song words flow into my mind.

"I'm running out of time, I hope that I can save you somehow. If I, if I had superpowers, I'd save the world, and you would be mine, mine." 

Then, I run home, and find myself writing all the amazing lyrics I had just thought of when seeing Craig and Envy's faces colliding. 

"Have no fear, yo' hero is here. My super sense is tellin' me that danger is near. I'm getting close to you so I can watch yo' back. A villian's on the loose, and he's ready to attack;

OH!

But I'm not a superhero, I'm not that kinda guy, but I can save you baby, give me a try." 

Soon enough I drift off to sleep when I get to the lyric line, "Give you my Superluv."