While walking towards Bebe's house, you notice a red truck slow down suspiciously close to you and out of worry, you start picking up your pace. The cold air hit your face harshly and you squinted while keeping your pace and glancing back every other second. As the truck got closer, it became easier to make out the face of the driver, and it was no other than Stan motherfucking Marsh. Stan slowed down and waved over for you to come closer and you did. He rolled down his window and said," Headed to Bebe's place? I'll give you a ride!"

You looked at his face, and damn he looked pretty smokin' right now, but the truck was definitely full and you didn't want to ruin the mood.

"I think the truck is full dumbass," you laughed, a little embarrassed because everyone knew you had the biggest crush on Stan Marsh. He probably knew it too, he was just busy constantly trying to grab the attention of Wendy Testaburger.

"We can make room!"Kenny invited from the passenger's seat and patted on his lap, a somewhat evil grin on his face. Stan flashed a look at him and you didn't exactly catch it, yet it gave off the vibes that he didn't really want you to see it anyway. Stan smiled anyway at you and unlocked his truck doors. You returned the smile and hopped onto Kenny's lap, and you knew it meant no harm since you and Kenny were good friends. If he wanted to flirt, other than jokingly, he would've been coming onto you strongly. He never did though.

The car ride there was pretty lit, blasting music and drinking on the way there, and Stan had a joint rolled that he stole from his dad. The night was already better than your Friday at home would've been, it got a lot better when you saw Stan. Somehow every time you saw him you thought he looked better than the last time. His black hair reflected the streetlights whenever he passed them, and how he glanced at you and Kenny every so often made your heart race, especially when he smiled and showed all of his pearly white teeth.

The car ride didn't last forever though, and when you arrived at Bebe's house, you were cross-faded as fuck, except for Stan he didn't drink or smoke while he was driving.

Even though something in your heart told you that tonight would be different, it felt like the same party all over again. When everyone got down, stumbling is mention-worthy, Stan was already hanging around Wendy, Kyle, and his usual gang with hella drinks by him. Sometimes you felt like you caught him glancing at you, but you could never be sure cause he was drunk and you were high as fuck. Tegridy has a that good shit. You sighed and rested your head on Butter's shoulder, red solo cup in the other hand.

"W-Well what's wrong (NAME)? This is a party, were supposed to have fun and f-fuck bitches! Thats what Cartman tells me...or whatever..." Butter's spoke, getting a little rowdy, but his voice faltered halfway through the sentence and he just rested his head on yours too.

"You're right Butters, fuck bitchesss get money!" You slurred then laughed, taking your head off of his shoulder and grabbing his face. You planted a fat kiss on his lips and he was shocked he could barely move. To be fair you were really faded at the moment and you were drinking on top of that, you really weren't in your right state of mind. As if everything wasn't already going in a weird turn of events, Stan comes marching towards you and Butters with the angriest expression you'd ever seen him wear.

He grabbed Butter's by the collar and shoved him in the snow, then grabbed your wrist and started walking towards his truck.

"Stan let go, you're fucking hurting me!" you cried while trying to pry his fingers from digging in your skin anymore. He really didn't know his own strength. Whenever he opened his mouth, it really explained it all. His breath reeked of alcohol and his expression he wore was angry and definitely hurt.

"Just get in the truck," he said, and let go of your wrist. You shook your head no in response, a little afraid to speak up. After all, Stan was not in his right state of conscious. He clenched his jaw and opened the backseat of his trucks door, shoving you and himself in there.

Looking at him dazed and trying to focus, you noticed tears falling down from the sides of his face at an uncontrollable rate. You frowned and put a hand on his face, wiping the tears until he grabbed your hand that laid on his face and held it there.

"Sta-"

"No... I fucking hate you, for all of this, for making me feel this way!" Stan cried and hid his face in his hands.

"Making you feel how Stan? You're always up Wendy's fucking ass and now you're just taking your problems out on me!" you shouted at him. How dare he make you feel bad about kissing someone at a party when you guys never had history. Everyone knew he was head over heels for Wendy and you were just friends. You pushed yourself away from him and reached for the door, but he grabbed both of your hands and held them behind you quickly. With his other hand he grabbed your face and held it still, and he kissed you. Never in a million years did you think Stan Marsh would be kissing you, but I guess it made more sense to not be sober in this situation.

You kissed back though, and yeah he might've slipped tongue and grabbed your ass a few times too, and ran his fingers through your hair and called you baby, but it was probably just the alcohol... right?

Stan broke the make out session that had just occurred and held your hands in his.

"I'm really fucking obsessed with you (NAME), I don't care about that selfish bitch Wendy. It's you, and it has always been you. I was just too dumb to see it. Please be with m-"

You cut him off with a kiss and a cheeky smirk," I thought you'd never ask Marsh."