S t a n ! ( marshson ):
❝ First off. Not boyfriends. Second, Kyle didn’t want to come and I wasn’t gonna force him. You came willingly, ❞ Stanley replied, stuffing his hands into his pockets in irritation. It was a party he was basically required to go to. The life of trying to grow in popularity just to make a cent was sometimes a boring one through all the excitement.
❝ Look, I thought it’d be fun if one of my friends to come and you were one of the only free people. There’s plenty of non ❛ lame ❜ things we could do around here, unless you feel like slow dancing to some music on the dance floor. ❞
“ As fun as slow dancing with you sounds, I think I’ll hard pass on the homo shit. “ Cartman’s eyes danced around the party, no one interesting was really here. The usual crowd of trend followers with nothing better to do with their Saturday nights, it was almost pathetic. Whose he kidding? It was pathetic.
“ Lets go get something to drink and find one of these “non-lame” things to do before I cave and ask you to play something on your guitar. “ Not that he thought his friend was any good really, but watching desperate girls faun over anyone who can remotely keep a tune was kind of interesting.




















