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Stan walked slowly down the hall to his room, sighing. His parents had been fighting again, and his sister wasn't any help. He could hear her now, her stupid Britney Spears blasting out from under her closed door. He covered his ears with his hands, wincing.
He entered his room, flopping down disconcertedly onto his bed and putting his arms behind his head. He laid there, mind wandering in and out of conciousness until an annoying neer, neer, neer split his ears. He sat up quickly at the familiar noise and a grin broke out on his face as he saw his computer screen blinking.
He stood and stumbled into his office chair, closing the windows on his book report on the screen. All that was left was an IM chatroom...
K-Kid55: hey, you up?
Stan smiled and quickly set his status to online. He quickly typed back.
Super_S10: yeah, i'm up...
He waited anxiously for a reply, and when none came his hopes sank. He sighed and leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes and groaning softly. He'd talked to this boy nearly every night for the past week or month or so... He thought that maybe this one might be the one.... He listened to him and told him such-
neer neer neer!!! He almost fell out of his chair, hurriedly snapping back and looking at the screen.
K-Kid55: I've missed you... where've you been?
Stan felt his cheeks grow hot and he licked his lips. This boy never ceased to make him feel good...
Super_S10: sorry, parents fightin again.
K-Kid55: I'm sorry... Have you been thinking about me? I've been thinking about you... I want to kiss you someday.
Super_S10 is now offline!
K-Kid55: I'm sorry, i didn't mean to make you embarrassed... please come back. I'll send you an email... ttyl okay? Please, stanni?
Stan was blushing fiercely as he turned his computer off. He thought back to when he had been eight... nearly seven years ago.
The day had been regular, Cartmen and Kyle bickering. Kenny had died recently, which wasn't such a big deal anymore... He almost always came back. Stan had failed a math test and was nervous about showing it to his mom. He had the test in his hand, his fingers trembling slightly.
"M-mom...?" He'd said softly, looking up at her nervously as she chopped carrots into a pot simmering on the stove. She made a noncommital noise in response, not looking at him. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes tightly, opening his mouth.
"Mom I f-" The front door burst open at that moment and he jumped, thank god because his mother's carrot knife had slipped from her fingers and nearly chopped his toe off. Sally had come home crying and his mother had sat her down on the couch.
"What's wrong sally?" She'd said worriedly, as she hiccupped and sniffled.
Stan hid in the kitchen doorway, his fingers trembling against the crumpled test in his hand.
"M-my boyfriend br-broke uh-uhp with meee!!" Sally howled, snot streaming down her face. "He said I w-was f-fat and uh-ugly and that he c-c-c-couldn't believe he'd ever dated something as... h-hideous as me... He s-said i bugged him to much and n-never let him hang out with his friends...!"
"Oh dear..." Stan watched his mother comfort her until she regained control. Sally was wiping her eyes with a tissue, her nose dripping and her mouth slightly open. Stan had been disgusted.
"Let me give you some advice..." His mother had said softly, stroking Sally's hair off her forehead. Sally had groaned, obviously with distaste of another "when i was a girl" story...
Stan pricked his ears.
"Boys like it when you play hard to get... Don't throw yourself at them or they'll lose interest. Try to remember that..." she had said. Sally had rolled her eyes, but Stan had taken it to heart, remembering the advice that hadn't been meant for him...
Stan thought about that as he debated whether or not to turn his computer back on. He decided not to and he got up, pulling his shirt off and revieling his pale, thinly muscled torso. he climbed into bed, yawning and imagining that his pillow was a warm bodied boy... He snuggled and kissed it, not ashamed about anything under the protection of his blankets. He fell asleep after a brief cotton tasting make-out session.
He woke up the next moring and moaned softly as he sat up, stretching his thin, colorless arms. He climbed outta bed, yawning and rumpling his hair. He trumped into the bathrom, running a comb through his hair and brushing his teeth. He washed his face and put on some of Sally's eyeliner he'd stolen. He pushed his hair down in front of his eyes, taking out some of Sally's lip stick. After spreading some on his lips, he scribbled onto the mirror in what he hoped was sexy writing.
My Heart is Yours K-Kid...
He finiched the effect by kissing the mirror, his red lips leaving a small kiss mark in the place of the dot on his I. He grabbed his camera and flipped his hair down in the sexiest position it was capable of. CLICK! He smiled. Perfect...
He hooked his camera up to his computer and grinned, downloading the picture. He sent it to K-Kid55's email.
He saw a bright 1 in his inbox, but he bit his lip and turned his computer off. If he checked it now, he was gonna be late for school...
Quickly he grabbed his coat and pulled it on, along with jeans and mittens. He flew downstairs and grabbed a piece of toast in one hand, the other tugging on his hat. He scrubbed his lips with his mittened hand, removing all traces of the lipstick. He ran his fist under his ees to get at the eyeliner and swung his back pack over his shoulder, stepping into his boots.
"Bye!" he called to the empty house, out of habit.
He sighed and headed off, down the icy front steps of his house. He hit the pavement and grimaced as he headed off to school...