Friendly Faces Everywhere -South Park x Reader-

Staig one-shot

Stan's POV

I woke up in the bathroom.

Mine, of course. What'd you expect?

I was half naked with my shirt and shorts off, but my hat and boxers still on. The room looked blurry.

Shit. Did I get drunk? Dammit Stan...
Here comes the hangover...

The pain hit me like a bullet in the brain. As I groaned with anguish, my phone vibrated on the side of the sink. I crawled out of the tub and reached for it.

Kyle.

I cleared my throat and answered. "Hello?"

"Hey man. You feeling better?"

"Um..ya."

"Good. You were drunk as..." He paused trying to think of a smilie. "..an Irish man."

(Jack don't kill meh please XD)

"Great. Just fuckin great!" I yelled.

"Hey dude, don't get mad at me. Scream at fatass, he's the one that recorded you.."

"Recorded me doing what?"

Kyle sounded like he was trying to cover up his laughing. He finally stopped and took a deep breath. "Twerking."

I balled my hands into fists. "Okay...excuse me Kyle, I need to trim some fat.." I hung up the phone.

I grabbed a clean pair of jeans and a navy blue t-shirt out of my closet and pulled them on.

I walked downstairs past my passed out dad on the couch and opened the front door. Before I even took one step out the door, I met a middle finger.

"Hey Craig." I watched as the middle finger lowered and I was face to face with a black haired boy.

"Hey Marsh." He said in his monotone voice. His blue eyes stared straight ahead at something.

I turned around. Ugh.

Cartman strolled up to us and smirked. "How's your date, fags?"

Craig responded by flipping him off, as he did to everyone.

I, however, responded much more maturely.

I grabbed him by the collar and yanked him up, despite his weight. "WHAT DID YOU DO WITH THE VIDEO?!"

He narrowed his eyes and grinned. "Check youtube."

I let him go. Then I ran inside and left the front door wide open. Completely safe.

I hurried into my room and shut the door. I pulled up YouTube and checked Cartman's account. He had just posted a video called "Drunk guy twerks". I clicked on it.

It contained an extremely drunk me twerking on my reflection in the bathroom mirror as Kenny, Cartman and Kyle watched. Kenny was cheering me on, and I assumed he was drunk as well, since he yelled "WORK IT GIRL!" In a very slurred voice. Wendy could be seen in the background, clearly embarrassed.

It already had 20,486 views.

I closed out of youtube and slammed my head on my desk several times until I heard a flat voice in my doorway.

"Marsh. Come here."

Feeling like a sleep walker, I walked towards Craig. "W-what?"

He placed his hands on my shoulders. "I have something to tell you."

I looked up at him.

"That night, the party, you.." He stopped and smiled. And..was that-..no, that can't be blush! It is! He blushed! "You kissed me Stan."

I stood still. "I did?"

He nodded. "And I liked it."

I smiled. "You did?"

He laughed. "Yes. And...I'd like it more a second time.." He said, pulling me closer.

We kissed. It was long and silent, but so full of harmony. Our lips stuck together like glue and Craig didn't pull away until he looked up and glared.

I didn't even have to turn around this time. Cartman came up to us. He laughed and grinned.

"I gotta picture! I gotta picture!" He sang, dancing around and waving his phone.

I gave him a nasty look.

Then Craig cut in. "Guess what fatass? Nobody GIVES A SHIT." He said, flipping Cartman the bird.

Cartman looked stunned. "Well, I'm gonna show Wendy!"

I looked at Craig. He nodded, as if to say "Tell him Stan!"

"I don't care." There.

Cartman frowned. Then he gave up and walked away. "Fuck you fags."

After he left, Craig and I smiled at each other. Craig smiled. "So..wanna finish our little make-out session?"

I walked towards him and kissed his cheek. "Yes."

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