Misunderstood
A/N: This story is actually really old, but it was all dusty and I was like, "Hey, this is a pretty decent looking story, so why don't I just publish it on Fanfic and give Sted more love? You guys have been writing Sted, right? RIGHT? HOW dare you not write some Sted for me, how DARE youuuuuuuuuu. -Starts to eat a bowl of ice cream, sobbing-
Anywho, enjoy my shitty story. :3
Disclaimer: I don't own South Park and I never will! Are you happy? ARE YOU HAPPY!? -Sobs-
Randy Marsh was heading to the bathroom, half asleep. He yawned as he passed his daughter's bedroom and was about to pass his son's when he heard voices.
"Stan, do it."
"I don't know, Red; what if my parents walk in?" Randy heard his son say.
"It's not like we're going to wake them up." The girl said behind the door.
"You're a loud moaner, Red. Also, we'll wake Sparky up, too. He'll start barking like crazy and it'll cause the whole neighborhood to wake up in an uproar." Was the boy's reply.
"But, Stanny! I can't stand the urge!" Randy placed his ear against the door, now wide awake.
"Fine," was Stan's reply. "I found this." He said a minute later.
"It's rubber! It won't be pleasurable with bloody rubber!" Red complained.
"Oh, c'mon, Red. It still does a better job."
"I hate rubber."
Randy went downstairs as quietly as he can. He hurried to the kitchen and grabbed a glass cup. He then hurried back up and placed it against the door. He knew it was wrong, but he didn't want to have his son and his little friend to actually have sex. He paled; he was too late!
"Faster!" Red demanded. "Hey! I think you found the spot!"
"Shh! You'll wake them up!"
"But it feels so good, Stan!" Was the girl's reply.
"Easy for you to say, my arm hurts."
Randy busted in, closing his eyes. "alright you two, you're both in big-" he opened his eyes and was surprised. Red Tucker had her leg on a pillow-she had a cast on due to a fall-and Stan was holding his rubber pencil which he used to scratch inside her leg which was itchy, thanks to the cast. Well, that sure was awkward, wouldn't you agree? "Uh.."
"Dad! What are you doing?" Stan demanded, red in the face, throwing the rubber pencil away.
"I-I, I'm going to the bathroom." He closed the door. The two children both shared glances.
"Your dad's weird," said the girl after a whole minute, eyebrow raised.
"Tell me about it, he's so paranoid."