Envy's Song|| Stan Marsh *COMPLETED*

Chapter 5: Stupid Tuxedos and Gothic Corset Dresses

        It's Friday. 

The day Mom insisted me to go to the prom. And I feel like I just met Satan. Well, again. I finally finished my song, but didn't give it a title. I mean, I was considering 'Give You My Superluv' but that just seems too long and just plain old cheesy. So, I just decided it to be untitled. "Stanley!" calls my mom from the bottom of the stairs. "You 'gotta get your stuff together! You and I are going shopping!" I feel my eyes widen with amazement. "Shopping?" I retort back, and walk out of my room to look down at my mom.

"Yes dear!" she replies giddily, and I feel shivers go down my spine in horror. "We're buying you a tuxedo!" squeals Mom, and motions me over to her, though I stand here, dumbfounded. "Do I have to?" I protest. Nothing's more embarrassing then going to the mall with your mom to get a tuxedo for your first prom. "Stanley!" she scolds me. "Yes! Of course you have to come along! Unless you want me to find a pink tuxedo for you..." I quickly imagine me in a gay pink tuxedo, and shiver. I run down the stairs, and she smiles satisfied of my actions. "Thank you." 

She grabs her purse, and I quickly adjust my usual blue winter cap. She smiles down at me, me only being a few inches smaller than her, and she leads me out the door. I close the door behind us, and her and I get into the Toyota SUV. "So, Stanley," she says backing out of the driveway. "When are you picking up Envy, and when am I going to meet her?" I quickly think of an easy, believable lie, to satisfy her. 

"Oh, Envy and I are going to meet at the dance, and soon enough, mom," I lie, and she pouts. "I don't get to meet her?" She asks sadly, and I shake my head. "It's just awkward for my mom to meet a crush I have. Besides, Clyde and his dick friend would tease me for months. No thank you," I explain, and I see my mom frown disapprovingly. "Now, I know you may not like Craig personally, and he may be a bully, but you do not have to be so rude, and call him a 'dick'," scolds Mom, and I nod obediently. "Yes, Mom."

Once we arrive to the mall, her and I quickly jump out of the car, and she practically has to drag me into the store. "Mom!" I protest as David's Bridal comes into view. She smiles slightly to herself, and pushes me into the store. "Stanley," she says calmly. "Chill out." I frown at as she finally gets the saying. She looks though the tuxedos in my size, and suddenly, I see Envy from across the store I am in; Rebel Circus. I feel my face heat up, and my palms sweat.

My mom looks towards me with a small smile. "Stan, I picked these out. You may like them." She looks down at the tuxedos with admiration, but soon notices I'm not paying attention. "Stan?" she asks me, and I snap out of my trance. "What? Yeah. I'll try them on," I answer quickly, and snatch the tuxedos from her hands. I scurry over to the changing area, and quickly lock myself in an area. "Okay," I say quietly to myself. "Get a grip man. It's just  a girl."

A feeling of embarrassment and passion rush through my chest. I sigh, trying to get over it, and begin to try on the tuxedos Mom had picked out. I try each one of them on, and finally come to a decision. I pick the one with a black tie, black slacks, and a white cuffed suited top. I walk casually out of the changing rooms, like I hadn't just felt like I am head-over-heels for Envy. I soon find Mom sitting impatiently on a small, mirrored bench. Her eyes light up as she sees me. "Ah! Stanley! That was quick! Did you pick yet?" says Mom in a friendly voice.

I nod, and hold up my desired choice. I hear her fangirl for one more time, before I get wrapped in a forceful, harsh hug. "Ooh! I'm so happy for you Stanley!" she squeals softly before releasing me. I pant, breathless, and smile at her. "Thanks, Mom." She gives me one more overjoyed smile, before leading me over to the cash register. I plop the tuxedo set on the counter, as Mom quickly swipes her credit card through the thing, and the girl behind the counter stuffs the tuxedo in a bag. 

"Thank you," says Mom politely, and her and I leave the store. I can't help but look behind me at Rebel Circus, looking for Envy's beautiful face. "So," Mom says casually. "I noticed you were staring into Rebel Circus earlier. Why was that?" "Oh. I was looking for something. It's okay," I half-lie. You mean someone. My mind says to me slyly, and I can't help but think about Craig beating Envy. That little fuck. 

We leave the mall in silence, and get into the car. The silence screams loud of the truth. 

I need to save Envy. And I may not be that kinda guy, but I really don't give a fuck now.