CARRY ON

As he sat on the table blankly looking at the drink in front of him he looked around the bar. It was all very familiar scary to him as he was again on the floors of southpark. He was returning, heck he had returned already and now trying to find a way to start all over. He took a sip from the beer but then decided to chug it all down. He was angry to the point the very bottle chattered on his hand, small pieces of glass stuck on his hand poking him "ow" he took one at a time out until they were all gone. He called the waitress and told her to bring him another beer, she did as told and returned a few minutes later with another bottle. He pushed the chair against the wall and sat on it resting his head on the grey walls.

"craig!" his father yelled from down stairs "craig, come here this instant!" craig groaned as he got out of bed and walked down the corridor down the stairs to meet eye with his angry father, his mom was on the kitchen table not daring to look at her son ,crying, his sister wasn't there she was at her little friends house. He made his way down the stairs and faced his father.

"yes?" he questioned not leaving his gaze.

"son are you sure… about this, about you-" craig cut his father off

"what? Being gay? Yes I've told you already, im sure"

his mother shook her head side to side her cries coming more "craig, maybe your not…" his mother began …

"yes I am" craig glared at his mother knowing what was coming next,

"we can fix it, it's going to be okay your just confused but sweetie we can fix it and then everything will go back to normal" she suggested.

"why do you say it that way?" his mother looked at him confused "WHY DO YOU SAY IT,AS IF IT's A DISEASE?" he questioned his mother.

"i-I want what's best for you" he held his finger up motioning for her to stop speaking,

"if you two can't accept it…I'm out of here" craig didn't wait for his parents response, he rushed up the stairs and slammed the door open, he grabbed one of his bags and started to put in clothes, and grabbed his belongings. Then he went and picked up his guitar sliding it over his shoulder, he grabbed his bag and walked out of his room not caring to close the door behind him. he went down the stairs, his father tried stopping him but craig pushed past him and opened the front door "wait!" he heard his mother call. He turned around hoping to hear that his mom would say to stay, that she loved him no matter what his preference was, but he was crushed when his mom handed him a brochure, he looked at it unbelievably and looked at his parents, he ripped the brochure in tiny pieces and flipped them off. He walked out into the dark, slamming the door shut and walked off.

He sat there, remembering that day on how the cold crept to him and his tears found their way out of his black eyes he remembered going to say goodbye to his little sister and telling her that one day he would probably return. Well that day had come he was back In southpark, he had his guitar still on his back, he was at a bar seated down, the day he had left he was 17 now he had barely turned 21, he had gotten rid of his blue hat back in 7th grade and let his orange hair out. Many people had said they liked his hair which was true, his hair was pretty nice.

He saw a familiar raven haired man enter the bar and sitting at a table not so far from him, he was wearing a brown jacket and his black eyes looked around.

"hey raven" another man was patting the raven haired mans shoulder. This man had red highlights on his bangs he kept swinging them out of his eyes.

"oh h-hey jake" the raven signaled the other man to sit down, which he did.

"so, is that comformist still holding you back?" jake said and the raven rolled his eyes in frustration.

"kyle isn't holding me back jake he's my friend…super best friends actually" with those words craig almost fell off his chair the raven man he was seeing was stan…stan marsh. He held on and kept watching them.

Jake laughed and stood up "well raven see ya later" he said waving off to him, he then walked out the bar and into the streets. Stan drank from his beer and noticed someone was watching him.

"what?" he said to craig who was now strumming his guitar.

"nothing marsh, just watching you" he said with a smirk, watching curiously at the others reaction.

Stan stood from his chair and walked towards craig "how do you know my name?" he questioned, craig smiled and stopped playing his guitar, he slid it on his shoulder again and stood up about to leave.

"hold on, you didn't answer my question" craig walked back towards stan "stan really, it doesn't take a smartass to figure it out" after a few minutes stan's eyes widened and covered his mouth.

"craig?" craig nodded his smile still on his face "b-but how? Everyone thought… they thought you were…dead" craig looked around him "well you tell me stan…am i?" stan punched craig, craig held his cheek "ow!, what was that for!" stan backed away scared craig would kick the shit out of him "sorry, just confirming if your real" stan said helping craig up.

FEW MINUTES LATER

They walked outside into the cold dark of the night, none said anything stan tried to explain himself how craig could still be there alive. As they walked down the street heading towards stans apartment stan asked craig questions.

"so where have you been these past 4 years?" craig looked up at him sadness shown in his eyes.

"I've been trying to make money out of town" stan looked up at him "but you just vanished" craig stopped in his tracks.

"my family kicked me out so I left out of southpark hoping to earn money for these past few years" stan nodded "but why you leave everything, you know you could've come to one of us" craig smiled at stan.

"yes I know" stan wanted to hit him for leaving everyone who actually cared for him.

"you just left you have no idea what that did to everyone, tweek didn't even want to come out of his room we had to convince him everything would be alright, what about clyde, did you forget your best friend, he wasn't so happy as he use to seem all his joyful self melted away, token passed his time and money trying to search for you, your parents announced you had died from a car accident, everyone changed no one believed them, four years everyone looked, we gave up …we didn't want to but we did" stan felt the tears roll from his eyes, craig watched him silently.

"why did you leave?" craig looked for the right word to say

"I don't know I guess-I guess I wanted to leave everything behind … I couldn't but I wanted to forget about everything, my family especially after they turned their backs on me and shut the door…I left hoping the world wasn't so bad… I wanted to carry on"

A/N: so hey everyone thxs for reading please leave a review of what you thought about this, it just takes second, and I like to know how this is. I wrote this one shot because I have a bit of a writers blog on the story 'lonely road' so yea this was just to clear my head a bit. Hoped you guys enjoyed and thxs to all love you all! :D