"Craig you fucking ass hole!" Kyle yelled as he saw Craig throw another punch at Stan.
"He fucking started it, Kyle. Stop being such a cry baby and leave!" Craig yelled slamming Stans head to a table.
Craig paused.
"Stan!" Kyle cried as he ran to look at Stan with tears in his eyes. "leave!" Kyle yelled pointing his finger out to the door.
"No I didn't mean to knock him out!" Craig yelled as he stepped closer to Stan.
Kyle stood up.
"Get your fucking ass out of here." He pushed Craig out of the door.
Craig, out of all people, was walking home with tears in his eyes. He didn't mean to take it that far, I mean that's just to far.. he whiped the tears from his face and walked to the pond that was in the forest of South Park.
"Stan! Stan!" Kyle cried moving Stans head.
He slowly opened his eyes. "Stan!" Kyle smiled hugging Stan.
"Move." Stan whispered into Kyles ear.
Kyle stood up to find Stan quickly leaving the door.
"Whatever." Kyle pouted and sat on his couch.
Stan ran. He ran to the pond to clear his mind.
why the fuck did Craig get so mad... FROM A JOKE? Stan thought as he slowed down to find himself at Starks. He sat in the grass leaning on a tree, crying.
"Stan...?" A whisper near him spoke. Stan was startled. He looked up to find no one.
"Who's there?" Stan spoke as he whiped the tears off of his cheek.
"I'm sorry" the whipser seemed to be crackled, as if the person was trying not to cry.
"Who are you?" Stan asked as he stood up he turned around to find Craig behind him with tears down his cheeks.
Stan stared at Craig, of course he didn't know what to do. Craig just knocked him out!
Craig cried and walked to Stan.
Stan stood still.
Craig held Stan in his arms.
"I never ment to hurt you that bad." Craig whispered.
Stan stood there.
"Get off of me." Stan snapped as Craig wided his eyes.
Craig stepped away.
"I'm trying to apologize, fag." Craig growled.
"You knocked me out, ass whole." Stan growled back squeezing his fist.
"I didn't mean to, if you wouldn't have been such a clumsy fucktard."
"Shut up!" Stan yelled as he stormed off.
craig followed.
"go. away." Stan said.
"No. Now, shut the fuck up and look at me, you asswhole." Craig yelled.
Stan turned around red from anger.
"I really am fucking sorry." Craig whispered.
"Fuck off." Stan whispered back as he ran home.
It was the next day, Monday.
the four boys were at the bus stop in silence, until the bus pulled up.
The boys sat on the bus, like usual and drove to the school.
Stan walked to the bathroom to get a break from Kyle's and Cartmans arguments over stupid stuff.
"Stan." Craig said.
"fuck." Stan whispered to himself.
Craig smiled and holded on to Stans arms as he looked at him.
"I do this so I can get close to you." He smiled as he punched Stan to the ground.
Yes, I, Stan Marsh, is Craig Tuckers guilty pleasure.
