my name is stan marsh, i am in the 10th grade, i'm 5'7, i have black hair and blue eyes. my mother is named karen marsh and my dad is randy marsh, and i have an older sister named shelly. my parents and sister are kinda assholes though.
"hey stan!" a tall boy with curly red hair and emerald green eyes aproached me.
i stared at him and smiled.
"hey jew."
"jesus christ stan you sound like cartman." my friend kyle sighs
"haha you're right" i giggle while grabbing kyles hair and laughing
"hey! what's the big deal asshole?" kyle says aggresively while jerking me away from his hair
"remember when you used to hate this birdsnest?" i respond with a laugh
"uh yeah i do remember sta-"
"you used to hide it in that green hat of yours all the time! what'd you ever do with that thing?"
"i still wear it dumbass. i just don't hate my hair as much anymore." the pissed off redhead responds
"yeah, now because your bitch of a mom finally let you cut it--"
"come on asshole we're gonna be late for school. and don't call my mom a bitch."
kyle suddenly grabs my hand and takes me to the bus stop
after fifteen minutes of waiting, the bus finally arrived
me and kyle rush and try to find somewhere to sit
"sorry dude. i don't think i can sit with you today. the bus is crowded." kyle sighs while sitting next to my ex girlfriend wendy
i glare at him jealously
"asshole!- where am i supposed to sit?"
"you figure that out yourself." he responds
"stupid jew.. i mutter under my breath
i look around, every seat seems to be taken.
except..
"hell no!"
the whole bus looks at me
"uhh.. is there anywhere else i can sit??"
kyle and wendy stare at me
"dude just sit next to him" the jew says
i look at wendy. the girl i had dated throughout elementary school to high school, but we eventually broke up in 9th grade.
that bastard.. he knows i still have 'feelings' for her
feelings of hate!
i still get kinda jealous seeing others around her though..
so maybe it isn't just hatred.
"whatever." i sigh.
"guess what weird kid. looks like i'm sitting next to you. you fucking douchebag.."
he looked at me in fear. trying to avoid eye contact and conversation
geez.. was i really that mean to him? he looks terrified of me.
"hey butters-"
"AAA! TAKE MY LUNCH MONEY! HAVE IT ALL!" he screamed
i looked at him in confusion
"oh wait.. you called me by my first name.."
"geez. who fucked you up? i'm stan."
"uh.. i know your name marsh. you've kinda always been a dick to me. you're the one who fucked me up." butters responded
jesus christ.. was i really that awful to him? i kinda stopped picking on him once we got to high school.
"hey hey hey!" i'm not the only one who picked on you! i responded aggressively.
"ahh! i'm sorry--" he says still trying to avoid eye contact
"dude.. there's no reason to be afraid of me!" i grab him and tell him to calm down
"uhh.. y-yeah ok. this is a trick isn't it?" butters still can't make eye contact with me.
"what?? no! come on the bus is stopping let's just get to class. i'll walk with you if you want."
i reach out my hand to him
he grabs my hand. we,,, awkwardly hold hands on our way to class.
"look butters. i don't mind you hanging out with me now but can you not hold my hand? you're making us look like a bunch of fags." i groan
butters awkwardly lets go of my hand.
everyone is staring at me so.. weirdly.
kyle is staring at me confused.
kenny and cartman are laughing at me.
wendy is whispering something to her girlfriend bebe while making complete eye contact with me.
clyde looks.. disgusted in me
craig and tweek are holding hands together and are looking at me and butters very confused.
why.. am i doing this? butters isn't very cool and being his friend won't help me be cool at all. so seriously.. why am i doing this?
"okay, i'll uh.. see you after class butters."
"you too stan!" he smiles while he walk into different classrooms.
i sit in class doodling on most of my papers.
"hey asshat." a kid with blonde hair, purple eyes, freckles, and an orange hoodie says to me.
"huh? what do you want ken?" i ask annoyed
"me and fatass wanna know what the fuck you were doing with that loser. holding hands and shit.." kenny responds
"kenny! i can hang out with whoever i want. i was holding his hand to take him to his classes." i whisper
"that sounds pretty fucking gay to me." kenny says loud enough that the kids around us and possibly the teacher could have heard.
"yeah, not even a pussy like butters would need you to hold his hand so he can get to his classes." cartman budges in
"shut up fatass i swear to god!-"
cartman is another one of my asshole friends, he has a red hoodie, brown hair, and has two different eye colors. his left eye is brown and his right eye is purple.
the teachers stare at me and my friends.
oh shit.. he heard us.
luckily this teacher is really calm so he probably won't care or get us in trouble.
the teacher then said
"today class, we will be talking about homosexuality."
and the whole classroom stared at me.
"why are you guys staring at me? i'm not gay!" i grumble
"you sure about that stan?" kenny laughs
the whole classroom giggles
"okay okay settle down student's"
the teacher says in order to shut the classroom up
after a long classroom discussion, class finally ended. and i got up from my chair and headed to my next class
"why am i suddenly being so nice to this weirdass? i probably just feel bad. hopefully this won't ruin my barely existing reputation to bad."
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stan x butters
Fanfictionstan tends to pick on butters for being a weid kid, he's bullied him since the third grde and he never really understood why he did except for "butters is weird. lets pick on him." so he just made fun of him like the rest of the kids. but he starte...
