Chars: Stan, Craig, Token, Tweek
Content: Stan's got a bad codependence issue.
Length: About 1000 words

Stan sighed loud enough to be considered obnoxious, bored and tired and god knows what else. Probably other things along those lines. A thesaurus might be helpful, maybe a dictionary, just to find that one word to perfectly describe how awfully discontent he was.

Sitting on Craig's ratted couch, with nothing to do and ignoring the drone of endless circling conversation, Stan pulled his phone out of his pocket. He knew it was rude, but he'd passed the point of caring. Flipping open the lock screen, absentmindedly waiting for something to capture his attention, he slumped over against the armrest.

So, so bored.

He would rather be anywhere else.

Except for, like. His house. Or the dentist, where Kyle was. He hated the dentist's office. And he wasn't exactly-

"Marsh."

Actually, he wished Kyle were here.

"Stan, wake up, stupid."

"What?" A mumble, slightly annoyed.

"He isn't listening, nevermind..." Craig rolled his eyes, fed up with even trying to get the boy involved. "What the hell, just proves my point. Tweek, could you grab me a cold one..?"

Stan's interest was piqued now.

"No, no I'm listening. What is it?"

"No, nah, it's nothing really." Token shrugged from his seat on the couch to the right of Stan, biting back a grin. "Really, forget about it."

Stan glared.

"What?!"

Tweek giggled, handing a canned beer to his friend.

"Craig was- he was- Craig was asking whether y-you checked in with Kyle yet."

Stan was about to answer with a 'yes' before it clicked that he was being poked at.

"Come on, it's not that weird," the dark haired boy tried, frowning slightly. "Besides, I mean-"

"When's the last time you've gone, like, an hour without calling him?" Craig rolled his eyes, glancing at Token with a smirk.

"Today! It's been an hour since I came to your shit house, hasn't it?!"

"Aaand, what about text?" Token smiled, crossing his legs.

"W-well- I mean, not..."

The group of boys laughed, three voices causing a whole lot more noise than expected. Token tried to keep quieter, but burst out into laughter again as soon as he made eye contact with his two friends sitting on the floor.

Stan's cheeks flushed red, quickly stuffing his phone back into his pocket, embarrassed. The last text he had sent Kyle had been twelve minutes earlier. He'd been about to send another, in all honesty.

"It's not that funny!"

That only made it worse.

Stan tried to protest, face growing redder by the second, finally giving up and tucked his knees up against his chest.

"He's busy today, hot shot, you're stuck with us for now..." Craig said after collecting himself. "Hey, don't pout about it. Jeez."

"I'm not pouting."

"Y-y-yeah, Stanley, you are..." Tweek frowned, concerned.

He was about to snap back a rude retort, but couldn't bring himself to yell at Tweek. Instead, he looked away from under dark fringe, pulling his knees closer to his chest.

"I just like to know he's okay-"

"Every five minutes on the dot?" Token hummed.

"Stop, just fuckin' stop, Marsh..." Craig barely held back a snicker, throwing his hands in the air. "Don't make it even worse."

"You're all assholes..." Stan grumbled, lacing his fingers over his knees. "Fucking dickwads..."

"Wow, man. I'm genuinely hurt." Craig rolled his eyes, taking a drink.

"I-I think it's, I think it's cute," Tweek beamed.

"Your cute little thing with Kyle is kind of extreme, you've gotta admit," Token said with a good-mannered smile.

"We're not a 'cute little thing', man-"

"You're only boyfriends if you're fucking," Craig cut in. "You're not. As I hear."

"That's not true!" Stan flushed red again, glaring at the boy sitting at his feet.

"The fucking or the boyfriend part?"

"The we can't be boyfriends unless were fucking part!"

"So. You aren't screwing."

Stan groaned, impossibly nervous, burying his face in his arms so his words came out muffled.

"No, we haven't done that yet."

"So..? What are you doing then?" Token pressed.

"The same as usual. Nothing's changed, really..."

"W-well, shit, it's not like you could. You could, y-y'know, be much closer than you a-lready are. Jesus."

"Yeah, what he said. You're glued at the hip an' sat on each others laps even when you weren't dating."

"Right..." Stan sighed. "It's just. He's really important to me, right? Kyles been a constant in my life. And it's been like this for so long, I don't know how... to ask for anything different." He trailed off as he spoke, ending in a near whisper as he felt his confidence dim. Biting his lip, he didn't look up, sure he'd be laughed at again.

But instead there was a weighted silence, dragging on from a moment to two, and finally Craig sighed.

"You're pathetic."

"Yeah."

"S-sorry dude, it's true."

"But!" Token started, smiling as he reached over to pat the boy's shoulder, "I'm sure Kyle's the same right now, man. You've just got to make the first move; one of you will eventually."

Stan sighed.

"Yeah, I hope so."

"So, like, you don't even jerk each other off or anything?"

"Shut the fuck up, Craig."

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