Envy's Song|| Stan Marsh *COMPLETED*

Chapter 4: "Say You're Mine"

        The next morning, I wake up with a start. Or, but Shelly vigorously shaking my shoulders. "Get up Idiot!" yells Shelly with her headgeared mouth. I sigh, and push her off me. Once she finally leaves my room, I remember I was writing my song last night. I quickly retrieve the paper off of my desk, and skim over the last few words. 

"Give You My Superluv".

I nod, and fold up the paper, and shove it into my pocket. Considering today's Thursday, I begin to dread the next day, Friday. I get new clothes, and quickly slide out of the other ones I was in. I brush my tangled black hair, and sigh heavily. Another rough, annoying day. Fucking fabulous. Once I collect everything, quickly make my way down the stairs, and almost faceplant. "Hi Stanley!" greets Mom gleefully, but I just ignore her. My dad's already at work, so it's just Shelly, me and Mom at the breakfast table. 

"Is there something the matter?" asks Mom concerned of me, as usual. I am just about to answer her question, but Shelly cuts me off. "He's in loooove!" she laughs, and I frown, blushing intensely. Mom practically drops her pan of pancakes. "Stanley," she says with a smug smile on her face. "What's her name?" I stare daggers at Shelly. "Mom, it's nothing," I urge her, but she shakes her head in her mom kind of way. 

"Nonsense! What's her name?" I sigh, and say, " Envy Brooks." She almost screeches with delight. "Aw! My little boy's in love!" She squeals, and hugs me tightly. I stare at her with widened eyes, and try to push her away, but her grip is too firm. "Is she in your grade?" she asks after her spasm. "Yes?" I say slightly annoyed, and still feel the warm feeling in my cheeks. "Do you think she's cute?" she asks again, and I mentally facepalm. "Mom," I say still blushing madly. "I wouldn't like her if she wasn't cute."

But I find that slightly untrue. I don't think she's cute, I think she's beautiful. 

Mom nods, and suddenly, her face lights up. Oh no. I think to myself, as her face grows into a delighted smile. "You should bring her to the dance this Friday!" she says happily, and I feel my jaw drop. "What?" I practically scream. She smiles, and says with a giddy voice, "You'd look so adorable in a tuxedo!" I pinch my nose in embarrassment and anger. I decide not to answer her, but just walk out on her. 

I'm half sure she'd do the same. I walk out the door, and to the bus stop, as usual. I keep to myself mostly, until Kenny says something. "Mhhmmmh? Mhhmmm!" I give him an odd look, mocking him. "What? Sorry, Kenny, I can't understand you," I jeer, though that's totally not true. He said that I'm being ridiculous, and I shouldn't be mad at them. "Mhhhmmmh! Mhhmmm!" he repeats, and I shake my head. "Sorry dude, I still can't understand you." He flails his arms in frustration. "Mhhmmmh! Mhhmmm!" he yells.

Shrugging, the bus finally pulls up. "Finally," I utter, already sick of this conversation with Kenny. I'm the last person to aboard the bus, and I sit in the very back. Sighing, the memory of Envy and Craig's faces mashing together on the bleachers. My heart collides with my ribs, causing my chest to hurt. Why were Envy and Craig making out yesterday? I ask myself, and suddenly, it all makes sense. 

Craig's forcing Envy to hang out with him!

Rage bubbles in my blood, and I feel like punching something. That dick! I yell mentally, and remember. Give you my superluv. The lyrics to my song. I can make the villain Craig, me the savior, and Envy the victim. But abruptly, the bus halts to a sudden stop. I quickly run down the aisle to get to the front of the bus, and hop off the bus with ease. I feel a confident smile tug at my lips. 

'Cause I'll fight until your mine, 

and if trouble comes around, I won't be backin' down-- tonight.

Woah, if you're in danger,

Woah, I'm here to save 'ya

Woah, that's what I'm made of.

Oh, oh oh, ooh, give you my superluv.

Once I get to my locker, I instantly see Envy and Craig talking to each other. And you guessed it: Envy's wearing the necklace I put in her locker the other day. I feel another smile tug at my lips, but it soon dips when I see the unconcealed bruises on her pale arms. He... Beats her? The depressed expression on her face grows when she catches my eye contact. I could tell she sees my concern of her condition. Once her hazel eyes avert back to Craig's stale brown ones, they turn hostile. 

But, no matter her protests and hostility level, he just grips her wrist, and drags her into the supply closet. I feel the anger inflame in my body, and I quickly run over to a teacher, and tell my brains out. Chef, what I consider as a teacher, kicks down the door, and rips Craig away from Envy. Her eyes are glazed over, which pains me to see. But, my fear gets the best of me, and I turn away, and go away to mind my own business.