Author's note: Ok so this story is Stan centric and I plan to update every week. the pairings will vary and I am choosing not to giveaway spoilers. Please read and Review Id love to hear feedback. If it is negative try to word it constructively. Thanks and enjoy
Chapter 1: Homecoming.
Lifting the first box out of the back of his mother's SUV Stan Marsh listens to Sharon lament over the old days. "A lot has changed over the years here in South Park. It must be nice to be back." Sharon no longer lived in the house from Stan's childhood. She and Shelly moved to a two bedroom house where Shelly would have more space. Stan had insisted the divorce was his Mother's fault and he was going to live with Randy in California. Things change.
Stan rolled his eyes hauling the heaviest of his things inside. "Of course mother," the boy started sarcastically. "Who doesn't want to be in their junior year of high school in a hick town with no friends and no possible hope of seeing a warm day ever again?" Stan was now slightly more tanned than he used to be and a little more toned in his muscles but he didn't spend a lot of time with sports. He focused most of his time on music but had spent a bit of time on the beach during the summer before having to move back to his mothers.
Sharon let out an exasperated sigh as she followed Stan up to his room carrying the box labelled clothes. "Oh Stanley still a total drama queen I see," Sharon sat down on Stan's new queen sized bed placing the box down beside her. "You have plenty of friends, Eric Cartman still lives here and will be going to school with you. Wendy and Kenny go to South Park high as well. Now then I'm going to order dinner you keep unpacking."
Sharon walked out of the room smiling at her sons back as she closed the door behind herself. Stan began taking things from the box beginning with his old PlayStation. 'Why do I still have this' He thought to himself throwing it on the bed letting bounce off and breaking open on the floor. Stan ignored it and continued. He started setting up his smaller speakers on his desk, running cable from the back of the desk and along the wall until he reached the dresser where he planned to put his stereo.
After finally finishing his first two boxes Stan flopped into his desk chair and spun back and forth looking at the room that was once his sisters. He stopped on a photo his Mom had obviously put up before he got here. Staring at the picture of Kyle, Kenny and himself huddled together while Eric protested the closeness of his other friends and Butters stood off to the side awkwardly.
After a while Stan scoffed at the picture. "Yea…. Friends," he got up took it off the wall and placed it beneath some clothes in his dresser. Then made his way back down to the SUV.
After a few more hours of unpacking and setting up electronics Stan was done. He was glad that his mother was too busy talking to Shelly on the phone to help because it gave Stan a chance to hide the whisky in his bedside table as well as take a swig before going downstairs.
"Oh Stanley is back downstairs do you want to say hello before you go? Ok here you go. Love you sweetie."
Sharon handed the phone over to Stan. "Hey sis….. Yeah I know… Hey don't worry 'bout it Dad would have understood... No she doesn't know…. No I won't touch the stuff…. Yeah, yeah stay away from black clothes haha…. Alright yea love you too sis," Stan hung up the phone and smiled just for a second before turning back to Sharon.
"We're having Chinese for dinner. The City Wok delivery boy will be here soon. Do you want to sit at the table?"
Stan looked over at the sad two seat table situated in the recently upgraded kitchen and then toward the lounge suite which looked much more inviting. He shook his head and pointed over to the couch.
"Fine, but you are cleaning tomorrow Mr," Stan leapt the back of the couch and settled in to watch some TV. Sharon Disappeared into the kitchen and began boiling the jug to make herself a cup of tea. The jug had just boiled when the doorbell rang. "Stanley can you get that? I'm still making my tea."
Stan got up off the couch and answered the door. Standing in front of him was a lean blue-eyed blonde holding plastic bags full of Chinese the boy looked at Stan and shook his head. "Sorry. I must have got the address wrong. Is this the house of Ms Kimble? Sometimes Mr Kim writes numbers wrong."
Stan smiled at his old friend nervously reacting to a customer who he clearly doesn't recognise. "No this is the right place, what do I owe ya?"
The blonde pulled out a note pad and flicked through till he found the receipt he was after. "Let's see two fortune cookies and a meal for two special. That comes to twelve dollars eighty."
Stan walked over to the side table where the phone sits opened the draw and pulled out a twenty. He handed it over to the blonde and took the food. "Oh and Kenny, keep the change," Stan shut the door on a very confuse boy and went back to being crashed on the couch. He pulled out his share of the food and dug in.
Sharon came and joined him with her cup of tea. "So then. Are we done with the small talk? Or will I still not get to have five years of catching up with my son?"
Stan stopped eating for a few moments then slurped up his noodles. He sighed. "What do you want to know?"
Sharon picked up one of her boxes and slowly opened it up in her lap. "Well let's start with California. What was it like over there? Did you make many friends?"
Stan frowned at his mother. "Really? Let's just re open fresh wounds shall we? Yes Mom I had lots of friends. What was it like? Awesome and a hell of a lot warmer than this sorry excuse for a town."
Sharon just smiled and sipped some tea before eating some more Chinese. She didn't seem to mind the bitter tone her son had taken with her in fact it didn't really bother her at all. "It sounds lovely. What about girls? Did you have a girlfriend?"
There seemed to be an awkward pause from Stan before he shrugged. "A few. No one special though. Most of my time is spent on music."
Sharon raised her eyebrows pleased that they were finally having a conversation. "Music! Really? I remember when you were younger and your father," She paused to gauge Stan's reaction feeling as if it was ok to go on she continued. "Your father tried to teach you guitar and the whole lot of you told him real guitar is for old people. So what do you play?"
Stan shrugged again. "Mostly Piano. I'm not very good. Dad had me take singing lessons as well he said that if I could sing and play guitar I would pull all the ladies. I also started learning the Violin but that was mostly for my music teacher's sake."
"Well maybe we can go buy a few musical instruments and set them up in the basement. I'd love to have some live renditions of my favourite artists playing while I clean the house."
Stan gave his mother a crooked smile and nodded.
The two spent the rest of dinner catching up Sharon told Stan she finally became a nurse at the Rhinoplasty and now makes a lot more money. She went on to talk about her numerous failures at relationships before her decision to stay single. She discussed losing Shelia as a friend when there was finally a cause that Sharon would not join in on. Stating Sheila's insistence that a Jewish teacher must be placed at the South Park Elementary, to teach children the importance of her people, was going too far.
At the end of dinner the two opened their fortune cookies. Sharon read hers aloud. "Life will give lemons. Do not make lemonade… What an awful fortune."
Stan read his with curiosity before showing it to Sharon. 'Sometimes what seems like a bad thing is the future in disguise.'
Sharon laughed screwed up the paper and threw into one of the empty Chinese boxes. She began putting the leftovers into one box then took them out to the fridge. Stan zoned back into the TV
At about 10.30pm Sharon went to bed. She kissed Stan on the forehead and climbed the stairs. Half an hour later Stan shut off the Television. He cleared up the rubbish and put it in a trash can at the back door. Just he reached the foot of the stairs there was a knock at the door. He answered it only to see a familiar blonde this time dressed in a grey hooded jacket and black jeans. He pulled Stan into a hug then held him by the shoulders and looked at his face.
"It took me a while to work it out. But kill me if I forget a face. Stanley Marsh," Kenny pulled the raven haired teenager back into another hug. "How have you been man? Where have you been?"
Stan smiled and closed the door as he stepped out onto the porch. "I've been alright. You know how things are with parents. I went over to Cali with the old man. He was leaving and was my ticket out of this shit hole. But sinners don't get to spend too much time in heaven without being ripped back to hell."
"Didn't think it was possible. But you got darker," Stan lead Kenny to the porch swing and the two sat down. "So what happened? If this place sucks so bad why come back?"
A.N: So couple of things. This is just an open chapter so yea mainly establishing things I apologise if I get anything wrong I.E places schools prices stores. Im not from america But I am a huge fan of the show. To anyone who is confused over me calling Sharon Ms Kimble. Kimble is the closest thing I could figure as her maiden name since Aunt flo is called Flo Kimble. Anyway to those who enjoyed or are entrigued. see you next week I look forward to reviews :D Phantom out.
