I wanted him to be a part of my sick and twisted game, but who knew that he was already a part of one? Stary (Stan and Gary) Rated M for sexual themes, language, and prostitution.

EUPHORIA

Chapter One: "All Around Me"

THE BLOOD was so beautiful, a dark crimson, gleaming in the dim light from my lamp. My blond hair fell in front of my eyes. I ruffled it out after the shower, not bothering to brush it out. I felt no need whilst I sat here alone. The first time I cut myself and watched the little droplets of blood gather into a thick line, I cringed, being a mere twelve-year-old then. However, it posed a great fascination to me, and by the time this ended, I was grinning maniacally, I could only guess, and I felt like I had gotten high for the first time. I craved this euphoria, so I slit my wrists over and over….now, being fourteen-years-old, I'm beginning to deem the action childish. I have tried smoking weed, but it doesn't give me the same feeling as a sharp-edged razor slowly slitting the skin in my wrist, not reaching far enough to sever a vein. I shiver as I do, feeling the lightness drift into me and spread throughout my entire body; I become light-headed and weak, reaching a new peak of arousal, and I begin to rub my erection through my pants gently, biting my lips as to be careful not to let out any loud moans. My siblings were retiring to bed, but I asked my parents if I could stay up longer to study.

I could almost hear the blood coursing through my body, as if a current from a rapidly flowing river pulled me below the surface. My heart beat quickly, as I rubbed my erection harder through my pants. I heard someone pass my door, so I stopped for a moment, sitting in complete silence before continuing. As I unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock, rubbing the head of it gently, I involuntarily conjured up images in my mind. A certain black-haired boy came to mind with fluorescent, breath-taking blue eyes. My eyes slowly closed, short strands of unruly blond hair hanging in front of my eyes. I licked my lips in anticipation, feeling around my bed for my I-pod. Once I got a hold of it, I plugged the cushioned black earphones in my ears and scrolled down my list of music until I heard the familiar tune: "All Around Me" by Flyleaf fill my ears. Thinking it was perfect for the occasion, I let myself drown in my dreams. There was a beautiful field of wild flowers, standing out in various colours—blue, purple, red, yellow, and white. There he sat, his legs tucked beneath him, his arm gripping a tuft of grass in front of him. Long shiny wings extended out from his back, but not as breath taking as his lean, muscular torso and still slightly childish face. His eyes gazed up at me with a certain curiosity as I stroked the cold blade gently across his face. I felt him gasp as I cut a straight line across his cheek. The blood trickled from the wound, more lovely on him than anyone. Of course, I didn't want to ruin that pretty face of his, but I wanted him, in that sick and twisted way; I wanted to lock him up and keep him as a pet, to caress him and give him an innumerable amount of kisses, but also give him a million cuts all over his body. Stan Marsh… we were never good friends, but I always loved him, although I hid it well. After that little mishap with our religions, we separated and never really spoke again, but lately I have became more and more obsessed with him, especially when puberty hit and my sadistic curiosity came out.

Allow me to touch you…,I whispered to myself. I wanted to breathe him, for his very being to spread out around me like the atmosphere around the earth. Without realising it, I began singing: My hands are searching for you. My arms are outstretched towards you. I feel you on my fingertips. My tongue dances behind my lips for you… My eyes fluttered open and closed again. They felt heavy and my body felt lighter. As I drifted off into sleep, I sang the words: I can feel you all around me, thickening the air I'm breathing. Holding onto what I'm feeling, savouring this heart that's… I also ejaculated just then, just before I drifted off into sweet dreams filled with his voice.

WHEN I WAKE UP IN THE MORNING, the first thing I do is get up and brush my teeth, but today I strip off my clothing and jump in the shower. It being the beginning of freshmen year, the sun shines through the blinds at about seven o'clock every morning, my automatic alarm clock until the clock changes again. This would be as tiresome as last year's first day, but I was sort of excited. I tried my hardest to dissemble that, but my mother saw it clear on my face and smiled.

"Why, good morning Gary. Why don't you have some breakfast?" she asks me sweetly. My 11-year-old sister comes down stairs all ready to go. She must have awakened early again to shower and dress, for she was always excited about school. My other siblings ran down the step, laughing and talking of the adventures to come. My brother grinned madly over his new buzz cut; I swear I had to literally kick him out of the bathroom to piss yesterday morning because he kept standing in front of the mirror to admire it.

"Good morning Mom, Dad…," I respond mildly, grabbing a piece of toast and butter along with my lunch bag. Before I could make it out the door, my mother grabbed me and put a kiss to my cheek, wishing me good luck in high school. My bus arrived earlier than my siblings because South Park High was all the way across the town. It held a total of 1,258 students from South Park, some Middle Park inhabitants, and about 50 students from an orphanage just outside of South Park so; it was a large school with four floors and three staircases on the first floor. I walked about a mile to the bus stop, where I saw Stan, Kyle, Cartman, and Kenny waiting on a wooden bench. Kenny lit up a cigarette and took a drag, passing it down the line to each one of his friends. Kyle was the first to see me, looking over his shoulder and giving me a surprised look. I know I haven't taken the bus since elementary school, but I don't think anyone should be that shocked to see me here.

"Gary, right?" Kyle asks uncertainly, causing the other three to look over at me.

"What the hell are you doing here?" asked Cartman in his nasally voice, giving me a strange smile.

"Taking the bus?" I answer, scratching the back of my head, focusing on Stan out of the corner of my eye.

"Oh, a eepy or du," Kenny mumbles through his hood, flicking the cigarette onto the ground and smashing it with the edge of his heel. He earned a quizzical look from me; I haven't quite learned to understand Kenny's incoherent speech. Taking off his hood, he tried again, "Oh, that weird Mormon dude…" I frowned slightly, thinking, this is what people know me as, huh? Kyle nudged Kenny with a grueling expression on his face. A smile played at my lips and I crouched to my knees, seeing as there was no more room on the bench. Now that I was here, it was rather silent, but I almost appreciated it. After several minutes, a yellow bus, caked in ice and dirt pulled up to the curb. All five of us entered the bus, the door almost smashing Cartman's face as he entered. Kyle gave an amuse laugh, causing an outbreak of the normal arguments between the two idiots. Yes, that's what they were…idiots—and we drove off, the insane bus driver speeding down the street at, like, seventy miles an hour.

A/N: I know this kinda sucks, but please Read & Review. I love reviews, for they keep me going. I got this idea off of a page from a smackjeeves comic called South Park Huzza! If you check out the site () make sure you search for it and look for the page "Stan's a Whoe"…I about fell out of my chair…Also, there is no stories with as the main character…*sniffle*