This is the sequel to my story Cute Without the E. It's different, and it's actually a two shot. Chapter 1 is all in Stan's point of view, while chapter 2 is in Dylan's(Red Goth) point of view. Funny thing is, this was written before the ending of Cute Without the E. The inspiration for this story was the song Too Much Too Soon by Green Day, and came from listening to the American Idiot on Broadway soundtrack.
Disclaimer: Matt and Trey make the money. I'm just a little college student.
Too Much, Too Soon
It's been almost a year since my parents' divorce, five months short of the one year anniversary dating Kyle's and mine break up, and almost five months since Dylan and I first started dating, and only two months since he was shipped off to the conforming world of military school by his father.
When Dylan left, I pretty much became the replacement Goth kid. They all treated me like I was a part of the group and that I wasn't just some guy dating their friend. I became a real member, and at first they all kept me around to know what was going on between the two of us, and how was his life in hell. After a while they stopped asking about him and I became more of a focus.
They never forgot about him, though. They stopped asking me how he was, and kept in touch with him through the conforming world of the internet and texting.
Let me tell you this: trying to keep a relationship alive through telephone and internet is fucking hard work. Even though Dylan told me that we're not technically together when he's away from South Park, I still consider us in a relationship, and him my boyfriend.
You can ask anyone I have ever dated. I'm a pretty monogamous person and I take all my relationships seriously, especially if I feel serious about the person. I always manage to keep in touch the best I can, and I put 110 percent into said relationship.
It was around spring break when I decided I had enough of just calling and texting and decided I needed to see Dylan. I pulled all my birthday money my grandmother and other family gave me and decided on a road trip to Utah.
I was going to surprise him, and it'd be everything I'd been waiting for in one glorious week. It wasn't going to be hard to go on a trip there, either. Mom was preoccupied with her new boyfriend to even really notice where I was. Plus, I'm sure she'd let me even if I did have to ask.
It came to the week of spring break, and while everyone was talking about sleeping in and partying, I was too occupied with going to visit my boyfriend. I packed as soon as I got home from school, and left early the next day.
I arrived to his house in the mid afternoon and rang the doorbell to his house. I didn't know if anyone was home, and I was uncertain at who'd answer the door.
I was relieved when a woman who I guess was his mother answered the door. She had short strawberry blond hair and a charming smile.
"May I help you, sweet heart?"
I nervously ran my fingers through my hair to comb my hair trying to get it to look decent. "Is Dylan there?" I asked in a weak voice.
"Are you one of his little friends?" She asks, and I nod. "Are you from school, because I haven't seen you around from campus?"
"No ma'am, I'm from South Park." I give her my most polite smile so she doesn't think I'm a stalker.
"Dyllie didn't tell me he had a friend coming to visit him. I'll go get him, just hang tight…" she said looking confused for not remembering my name. After all, she's only met me one time, and that was ten minutes when I was saying bye to Dylan when his mother came to pick him up.
"Stanley," I say for her and she nods. She shuts the door and is unaware that I can hear them.
"Dyllie! One of your little friends from South Park came to visit. Why didn't you tell me he was coming to visit?"
I hear the familiar voice, the voice I've been longing to hear for months in person. "I didn't know he was coming, Mom."
I hear the door click open and the two months or however long I spent waiting to see him came true. He still looked the same in every way possible, just without the long dyed hair atop his head. Instead of the fading black, it was short red peach fuzz.
He stares at me for a good few minutes before blinking.
"Stan?" He asks. "Stan Marsh? What the fuck are you doing here?" He almost laughs as he closes the door and we go to sit on the swing that occupies the front porch area.
"Dyllie?" I raise an eyebrow and crack a smirk, mocking the pet name his mother gave him.
"Shut up Stan. Anyways, what are you doing here?"
"I came to see you for my spring break."
"I see."
"I thought maybe-well, I kinda-well,y'know." I blush looking down at my worn converse. It was a lot hotter here than in South Park, and I could feel myself sweating. I tugged at the black hooded shirt, pulling it away from my body.
He decodes what I'm saying and brings his eyes to mine. "I get it. You missed me, Stan. "
I avoid replying and just nod my head really slow.
"Its okay, Stan. I understand. I'm not mad, Stan, you don't need to worry. You can stay here, but unfortunately I have classes this week, so we can't do as much. I'll tell my mom to get the cot out, wait here."
He goes back inside and I hear and his mother talking to him. She seems a lot nicer than he described when I talked to him. She actually seems understanding than most mothers I've met.
He comes back outside and tells me I can stay. I give him a grin, about to kiss him when he pulls away.
"Not here, Stan. If I get caught, I'm fucking dead."
"From who? Your mom seems so nice."
"The perky shit's just an act, Stan. Believe me. When no one's around the perk goes away."
I didn't know what to say to that, so I just followed him into his house and into his room. His room was still plastered in his favorite bands; the only thing that looked different was the color of the room. At his old house his room was black and red, and here it was a light blue.
I asked him if he wanted to do anything, but all we ended up doing was talking, every kiss I ask for being rejected. That was the first sign things were starting to get weird. He's never rejected kisses from me before and at first I thought it was because his parents were around, but then when we were alone his excuses started pouring in.
As the week progressed, I noticed more and more weird trends happening with him. Besides not kissing me, he always seemed to be preoccupied with other stuff. It was like he forgot he had a boyfriend or something. He didn't seem to appreciate the fact that I drove from South Park to visit him, and only him. Every time I tried to plan something, he'd make another excuse, and by the Friday afternoon when his school week was done, I had it.
"Hey Thorne, what's wrong? You seem so distant lately, and I just wanna know why."
For some reason he snapped.
"You."
"What?" My jaw dropped and I was speechless. "What did I do?"
"You're fucking annoying, Stan. You keep reminiscing about stupid shit in the past, and you keep going on about how you're so glad to be up here. I told you I didn't want our relationship to end up like a Lifetime movie, and I'll be damned if it does."
"I was just tryin' to be romantic," I choke out. "I thought you'd appreciate that. You went on and on about how awful it was going to be here and how much it sucked."
"Reminding me about the shitty past isn't going to help, and well, it does suck, but I'm getting over it. I don't need you to go on about your shitty life too, Stan. I understand you used to be something, but it's fucking annoying."
"I thought-"I started but was cut off.
"No, you didn't think. You do this often Stan. I understand you drove up here without me knowing. I know it was supposed to be something romantic, something Kyle would have liked, but I told you I didn't like romantic Lifetime stunts. I told you we weren't dating when we were apart, that I didn't believe in long distance sap. "
"But we are…we are," I stuttered out.
"We are, we are, but I'm not, I never used to be. God bless your fucking past, Stan, and to hell with your glory."
I was more angered than heartbroken. I gathered up my things and threw them in my suitcase. I threw my suitcase in my truck. "Goodbye," I say softly, my angered bottled in.
"Bon voyage," he says and then gives me an annoyed smirk. "See you in hell," he spits out, and the words hit me like poison.
I couldn't hold in the anger and shouted at him. "I hope you rest in pieces!"
He rolled his eyes at me as I did the same.
"Fuck you!" We both shouted at each other in unison. I angrily slam the truck door and drive home in silence, the only noise being from the cars outside my window
I never did talk to Dylan again. I tried too, but I never did. I didn't hang out with his friends after that weekend. I eventually apologized to Kyle, and I started hanging back with the same people I did in elementary school. It was awkward at first, but eventually it was like Dylan and I never even dated.
I learned a lesson when dating Dylan. We went a little fast with our relationship, and after that I took relationships at a slower pace.
I guess it was just too much too soon.
review? Part 2(Dylan's POV) up soon!
