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Driving down the southern Colorado roads was boring, to say the least. Stan Marsh, a 17 year old being forced by his parents to move, was blaring the stereo as he drove a little over the speed limit, trying to beat his parents in the U-Haul so he could at least pick his room before Shelly got there. His Chevy Impala sped down the interstate, making a satisfying hum as he pushed the pedal down just a little more, now being at 10 over the Interstate Speed Limit of 75. But with no cops in sight, he wasn't too worried.
Did he want to move in the middle of Summer? No. Did he want to leave his friends, family, and now ex-girlfriend behind in Illinois while he moved to Colorado? Also no. Did he want to have to meet new people, students, teachers, and anyone else? Nope, he sure didn't. And did he want to look and search for a place to go relax and have a joint or two in peace? Survey says…..No! But here is he, doing all of those horrid things that he would’ve rather done without.
To make matters worse, his girlfriend Lauren had broken up with him one week before the move. She claimed that she couldn’t handle doing long distance, as nine times out of ten, they truly don’t work out. He had actually done some soul searching a month before she broke it off and was going to initiate the break himself when he found her twin brother Mikey was a MUCH better kisser after a drunk night of complaining about their sisters together. So because of this, the split didn’t bother him as much as it probably should have, seeing as him and Lauren were dating for almost 3 years. But Stan wouldn’t say he’s IN the closet, just kind of sauntering around and peeking the door open every now and again.
After what seemed like a month of straight driving, he perked up and turned the music down a little, seeing the South Park welcoming sign. ‘Well, guess this is home,’ Stan thought bitterly to himself, rolling his eyes and turning off cruise control as he came into the town. He followed the directions his GPS gave, stopping at a red light in what seemed to be the middle of the small town. As he glanced around, he saw a few businesses. Tweak Bros. Coffee, so that was good he didn’t have to drive far for coffee, City Wok, which he was hoping they had some good Chinese food since he’s an absolute sucker for a good Crab Rangoon, and the third business he couldn’t focus on because there was someone standing in front of the shop that seemed to be more of a looker than whatever the shop had to offer.
There stood a seemingly taller teen, green eyes looking down towards his phone and bright, curly, GInger-colored hair styled back perfectly. It didn’t look like it was caked in gel, and Stan had the fleeting thought of touching that soft looking hair….and then immediately following was thoughts of embarrassment. Emerald green eyes glanced up and met his own ocean blue ones. His eyes went wide and not sure what to do, he panicked and hit the gas, the light barely turning green before he did so. Stan looked in his rearview mirror to see the figure shake his head before walking the opposite way, heading towards the coffee shop he saw earlier. Great, First 10 minutes in town and already he’s making an idiot of himself in front of cute boys. This is just his luck.
Finally getting across the seemingly busy town and pulling up to a very dark green house, he would guess a forest green, he switched the gear to park before killing the engine and getting out, stretching his arms above him and making a very strained sound. His back was killing him at this point and he hoped that there was a cheap chiropractor close by he could visit.
Stan walked up the walkway to the vacant house and held his key in his hand. His mom customized each key with their names and favorite color. Stan’s key was orange with his name in dark blue, seeing as he loved the Broncos. He slid the key into the lock and undid the latch before walking in and taking in what was to be their new, happy home. Okay, the first thing the teen noticed was how it smelled musty. Guessing it would go away once the Marsh family got their things moved in, he continued through the house. The kitchen was actually MUCH larger than what his mother explained. Which was nice, seeing as Stan loved cooking and was starting to get into baking as well, no matter how “gay” his father said it was. Which is really rich coming from the person that would dress up as Lorde and perform at Drag Shows for extra money. It would’ve been better if he shaved his mustache, but he opted against it since it took him a month to grow one and Drag was only once a week.
He, along with his sister and mother, didn't know why Randy thought they needed extra money. They moved from upstate Colorado where his father started a weed farm and made some damn good money. Randy hired 10 employees and a manager and decided to move his family to a quieter community than the fast-paced town of North Park.
The raven-haired teen went upstairs and saw the Master bedroom, nodding in approval at the size. He decided on the only room that had a walk-in closet, leaving Shelly with the room with the bigger window with a bench seat. To make sure people got the idea that this was his room, he ran down the stairs, got to his car, and grabbed a box before shutting his door with his foot and heading back inside.
Stan rapidly got to work in his room, laying his pillow on the ground along with his blanket. In the box was also his Broncos lamp, which he set on the ground and turned on. Before he knew it, the door was being opened with Sharon calling out for him as he finished making sure Shelly knew it was his room.
“Randy, isn't this house beautiful!” Sharon beamed as she looked around, happier than ever since they left Tegridy Farms. She never agreed with the farm and cried real tears when Randy suggested they move. She was so miserable there, barely getting out of bed the past few months. But now here she was, looking like a brand new person.
Shelly walked in with Randy shortly after. After getting the headgear removed from her head a few years back, she lost her lisp and gained guys’ attention. Stan guessed she had to have had 3-4 boyfriends last summer before breaking up with them and continuing on with her day.
“Let me guess, you already picked your room?” she asked with annoyance.
Stan smirked and replied, “Yep, I get the bigger room with the bigger closet. You get the big window.”
“Yeah, that isn't gonna work for me. You get the smaller room, twerp.”
“Sorry, my things are already halfway set up. Tough shit.”
“Mom, Stan is swearing in here and won't switch rooms!”
“Mom, Shelly is whining because I got here first and chose my room!”
“Kids, enough fighting!” Randy yelled as he walked into the house, the movers arriving soon after to unload the U-Haul. “Well it ain’t Tegridy, but it will have to do,” he commented, going over and cuddling up to Sharon. Making a disgusted sound, Stan and Shelly went to go help the workers, mainly just wanting to find their boxes in the moving truck so they can start getting their rooms put together.
Shelly concluded that the room wasn’t too small. She shut her door and started playing music from her phone, singing along before Stan shut his door and played a little of his own music on Spotify as he started unloading boxes. His TV stand dresser combo didn’t take long to set up and he unloaded the box labeled “Stan’s Clothes”, folding the laundry and putting them back in his dresser where they belonged. He finished getting his PS4 set up and plugged in, the movers brought his bed in and he set it up, thank god for platform box springs, and made it, getting the curtains on his window before laying down on his bed and texting his and his friends group chat on Snapchat.
Stan
well, we mde it to South Park. this place is small.
Mikey
wow, bitching already? you just left two days ago!!
Jacob
I’m not really surprised. South Park is the smallest town in Park County according to Google xD
Mikey
Jake, please dont ever do the xD face again. thts embarrassing
Stan
yeah, thats pretty lame
Stan laughed lightly as he watched the banter continue for a few more minutes. Maybe this would be okay, as long as he still talked to his friends. He sighed heavily before shooting a ‘later’ and shutting the app. He couldn’t understand how people could just leave 30 apps open at once and think that that’s okay. And don’t they realize how much battery that can waste? As he was thinking about all the times he’s lectured his poor mother about it, he moved the curtain to the window and looked into the backyard. It was a decent size with a nice tree. Stan went downstairs and out the front door, watching the moving guys get close to being done with the truck. Then as he looked across the street, in a bright green house, there he was again.
That ginger boy with the green eyes. Stan felt his face flush as he stared at the boy who was standing at the end of his walkway, impatiently bouncing on his heels as he stared at his phone. He suddenly looked up and waved, shooting Stan a smile. Stan waved back before internally cursing as the boy started to cross the street. ‘Well, here we go,’ Stan thought.
“Hey man, nice to see someone moved into this house that’s my age! My name’s Kyle.” Kyle said, extending his hand to the raven he seemed happy to meet.
“Hey, I’m Stan,” he replied as he took his hand into his own and shook it. Kyle had very soft hands. Made Stan think of Lauren and how soft her hands always were. And smelled good, but the teen wasn’t sure the other would be okay with a stranger sniffing his hand to see if a theory was true.
“Cool, nice to meet you! So I’m guessing you’re gonna be in my class? I’m a senior this fall,” Kyle asked as he shoved his hands in his hoodie pocket. Even though it was summer, it was one of the colder days and the wind had a slight chill to it.
“Yeah, I’ll be a senior too.” He knew once school started, he would be a student of South Park High School, with their mascot. The Cow. I guess that’s what you get when you move to a small town. Maybe he could at least join one of the teams.
“That’s cool. I’m waiting for a friend right now, but maybe we can hang out sometime.” Agreeing, Stan took out his phone. “Maybe we can exchange Snaps, seeing as we’re going to be neighbors and all.”
“That sounds fine to me. Here, I’ll scan your Snapcode.” Kyle did just that, pulling out his phone, opening Snapchat, and scanning Stan’s Snap Code. The redhead smiled and looked down to meet his eyes. Maybe the chilly breeze was getting to him, but Stan swore a blush came across Kyle’s features before he coughed and took a step back.
“My friend Kenny should be here shortly, but I’ll see you later Stan.” Kyle then turned and headed towards the opposite side of the street. A few moments later, a burgundy, rusty truck was slightly peeling around the corner before coming to a stop, music being turned down. The driver looked to be right at their age, he’s guessing that was Kyle’s friend Kenny. He had blond, below the ear hair, black aviators, and a lit cigarette. He lifted his sunglasses and winked at Stan before Kyle jumped into the backseat, another nervous looking blond teenager with a bright teal shirt occupying the passenger seat.
The truck left as quickly as it arrived and he turned and looked at his car, deciding against going to drive around before he made his way back inside. Stan went to lay in the bed while the family was relaxing as well, opening Snapchat and seeing that Kyle was a new friend. He clicked on his story and saw he took a picture 5 minutes ago. It was a selfie with the two guys that picked him up. Kyle was leaning over the middle console and crossing his eyes with his lips pursed, the driver, Kenny, was sticking his tongue out with a slight smile, middle finger proudly up, and the platinum blond to Kyle’s right was smiling nervously, seatbelt in the most proper way Stan thinks he’s ever seen. The photo was captioned ‘Love being a third wheel for movie night!! #theaternight #popcorn @ken_never_dies69 @buttercup911’
Stan thought the picture was nice and was going to take and send a selfie, but thought it would be WAY too soon to be snapping the other. He didn’t want to come off as desperate! Plugging his phone in and watching the movers leave with the truck, Stan watched the sun set for a little bit before changing into basketball shorts and a Terrance and Phillip tee. He decided to unpack the rest of his room tomorrow. They had a month until school started, so why not get all of the sleep he could before he was up at 7 every morning. Laying under the blanket after turning his fan on for some white noise, silence fell over the house as he drifted, his mind slowing down as it wandered to a set of green eyes and a freckled smile.