Chapter 2!
A little OOC maybe..
It happens.
Enjoy!
Randy Marsh wasn't quite sure what to say exactly. All he could do was stare at them from across the dinner table, gradually taking sips from his glass of pure rum. His wife Sharon stood beside him looking worried, she hadn't said anything either. How does one reply to three kids knocking on your door at ten pm, demanding they stay here, saying they had no family or home to shelter them from the cold nights of South Park. Sharon was surprised by their request but couldn't shut the door on their faces, so she ushered them in where they settled down at the kitchen table.
" Would you like a cup of hot coco?" Sharon asked with a shaky voice. The kids stared up at her questioning looks on their faces.
" Whats coco?" The young girl asked. They hadn't told them what their names were.
" Oh, well it's a hot drink, Chocolate to be exact," Sharon moved from Randy's side over to the counter that held the kettle. Pouring fresh water into it and settling it down on the stove to be heated. Randy glanced back at the children. The girl and one of the boy's look rather intrigued, smiles on their faces, the other one had yet to show any emotion.
" What are your names?" Randy asked suddenly raising his glass to take another swing of alcohol. Just wait till Jimbo hears about this.
" I'm Wendy!" The young girl jumped up excitingly from her chair and Randy was worried she was going to break it. The girl was cute in an energetic way and he smiled at her.
" Pretty name," She beamed brightly at the complement and giggled girlishly, bouncing in her seat between the two boy's.
" And you boy's? What are your names?" Sharon asked from the counter. She has already grabbed three cups and was scooping generous amounts of coco powder into them before pouring the steaming water into each cup.
" I'm Craig," the one on Wendy's left said. He had his arms crossed and his eye trained on the cups of hot chocolate Sharon was placing in front of them. He was cute too in a shy way and Randy thought about building model airplanes with him.
Smiling, Sharon and Randy turned towards the last boy sitting still on Wendy's right. He was staring Randy down with a glare, his back straight and shoulder rolled back. Randy wasn't intimidated but he did feel uneasy. He'd had a growing head ache since they had sat at the table.
" What is your name boy?" Randy repeated. This boy was cute too, like the others, but also had a lot of handsome features that made him look older than Randy judged them out to be.
"Stan," the boy said almost instantly, still staring harshly as Randy who had gotten up to grab an Advil.
" Nice to meet you," Sharon said, smiling at the kids kindly, " I'm Sharon and this is my husband Randy."
" Hi," Randy replied awkwardly.
" It's nice to meet you too, Miss! You're really nice and super pretty." Sharon blushed and giggled at Wendy's complement. The boys both nudged Wendy, Stan whispering something to her that made her pout childishly.
" I must ask, are you all siblings?" Sharon questioned glancing at each other them.
" Yeah, we're triplets," Stan answered, he'd stopped glaring at Randy and instead he glowered down at his untouched hot chocolate, " I'm the oldest, then Craig and Wendy's the youngest."
" Oh wow, how nice!" Randy rolled his eyes at Sharon's obvious act to gain the kids trust. She'd always wanted kids, he wasn't too crazy about the idea but it didn't matter at the end anyways. Sharon wasn't able to have children and they hadn't really wanted to adopt so they just left it at that. Got a dog instead.
" How old are you?" She pestered, moving up to refill their empty cups, Well Craig and Wendy's empty cups.
" We're five, our birthday's on October nineteenth," Stan stated rather proudly finally taking a small sip of his hot chocolate. Sharon and Randy exchanged apprehensive glances. They hadn't asked about their parents, unsure if it would upset them. They did seem rather smart for their age, but they were still babies. Signing Sharon looked at the clock on the microwave and back at the kids.
" You can stay here the night," she said while cleaning up their dirty glass and placing them in sink, "You must be tired. We can talk more in the morning."
" We want to go to school," Stan cut in rather loudly. The two beside him nodded agreeably.
" Excuse me?" Randy asked rudely, looking at the kids as if they were growing a few more heads. The Marshes were well of financially with just the two of them, maybe adding one more and still they'd be fine but they were in no position to take on kids, especially not three.
" School. We want to go. As soon as possible," Stan looked at both Sharon and Randy, his big blue eyes silently pleading them. Wendy was oddly still in her seat and Craig slumped down in his avoiding any eye contact.
" No, What? Why do you need to be in school. In fact why do you need to stay here? Where are your parents?" Randy felt instantly guilty afterwords at his bluntness but these kids had come out of no where, making demands. He'd also had a bit too much rum and really wanted to go to bed and forget this evening had every happened.
" Our parent are in trouble," Stan's eyes hardened as he explained. Wendy was whimpering softly, her tiny hands grabbed Stan's arm and she buried her face in the material on his shoulder, " We can't really say anything else cause we honestly don't know. But our dads' said we would be safe here, as long as we fit in."
"Dads'?" Randy questioned out loud. Thinking of any gay couples that he knew and would trust him with the responsibility of their children. Nothing came to mind.
" You poor things," Sharon responded leaning towards them as if she were going for a hug. She held back though, instead moving towards the door leading to the living room, " We have a spare bedroom upstairs, you may sleep there."
"And school..?"
" Yes, yes," Sharon motioned for them to follow her. They got up from the table and walked over to where she was, " We'll see what we can do in the morning."
Stan and Craig nodded approvingly, they all moved into the living room, Randy following behind. Sharon reached down and grasped Wendy's tiny hand in hers, giving it a little squeeze, " You kids are welcome to stay while your parents solve what ever problems their having." Wendy looked up at her with a glad smile, tilting closer to Sharon.
Randy watched the girls walk upstairs, giggling with each other in a familiar way. Craig was staggering behind them looking unsure and a little lost. Stan had stopped in the middle of the room, his short frame turned towards the coach and a small smile stretching on his lips.
" Who's that?" Stan asked, he nodded his head to the brown fur ball, curled in the corner of the coach.
" Oh, that's Sparky. He's our dog," Randy watched Stan approach the dog carefully, afraid he'd startle it. Sparky, sensing the presents lifted his head up from slumber and watch Stan walk towards him, his tail wagging slightly at the boy.
" He's cute," Stan said, lifting his hand and placing it on Sparky's head giving him a little pat. The dogs tail wagged faster now, sniffing at the boy before rolling his tongue out to lick him.
" He likes you too," Randy hadn't seen the boy look this happy since he got here, " If you want, Sparky can sleep in your bed tonight."
" Yeah," Was all Stan said before he dropped his hand to his sides, the dog whimpering and nudging Stan with his wet nose, "Come one Sparky, follow me," The dog immediately jumped up and followed Stan up the stairs towards the spare bedroom. Randy kept still, chewing on the inside of his cheek. It was odd. Sparky usually never takes a liking to strangers. Shaking his head, the fuzzy affect from the alcohol setting in Randy walked up stairs himself, past the spare bedroom and into his own. He pealed off all his clothes before climbing into bed. His head felt heavy but wasn't pounding anymore. He allowed his eyes to fall shut, falling asleep to the sound of Sharon's voice, talking to the kids in the next room.
Sharon wasn't really sure how she managed to find the kids a spot in Betty's Sun Shine Preschool, but she had and it started in five minutes. Quickly pealing into the parking lot Sharon rushed the kids out of her old car. They were still wearing the same clothes as yesterday but Sharon and cleaned them up a bit, promising herself to buy them something new tonight after work. The kids seemed rather excited for school, they'd mentioned before that they'd never been to school, their father was going to home school them. They were a year too late for preschool but Sharon thought it would be best to place them there anyway, it was cheaper too.
" Are you nervous?" She asked holding onto Wendy and Craig hands. Stan refused to be touched by anyone that weren't his siblings. Neither of them said anything which Sharon took as a optimistic no. Opening the front door Sharon quickly spotted a few of her good friends that had young children. They were standing in a circle chatting good-heartening with each other when Sharon stepped in.
" Hey girls," She greeted rather nervously, glancing down at the three kids.
" Sharon," one of the moms said in surprise. She was a slightly bigger woman, " What are you doing here?"
" Oh, um, I'm baby sitting friends kids. Just here to drop them off at daycare," Wendy and Craig let of go of her hands and walked over to Stan who was watching kids play in the next room, "I've forgotten that your boys go to this preschool also."
" Oh yes! Be sure to introduce them to my bubbe, He's shy little one, doesn't make very many friends," The larger woman, Sheila, said. Her loud jersey accent echoing through the building.
" Yes, my little Eric loves making new friends," Mrs. Cartman smiled nodding towards the next room. The triplets still watching from the doorway.
" And Kenny's in there. He'd gotten new blocks and was excited to show them off," Mrs. McCormick chuckled to herself.
" Will do," Sharon glanced at the kids smiling, then turned back towards the other women, " I'll go introduce them to the teacher first, be right back."
Sharon waved the woman off and headed towards the triplets kneeling down to their level, " I want you to meet the teacher," Wendy looked away from the other kids and down at Sharon, she was bouncing on the balls of her feet with excitement eager to play with the other kids. Craig and Stan continued to observe the room.
" Is the teacher going to be nice like you?" Wendy asked, smiling shyly, taking glances at the woman around her.
" Of course," Sharon offered a smile standing up and taking Wendy's hand again. She nudged Stan and Craig away from the door and lead them away to another room, letters written in bright pink spelled office, she was told this morning that she was to meet the woman here.
She knocked twice on the door, only opening it when she heard a faint hello call from with in. Opening the door Sharon lightly pushed the three inside before following in herself.
" Uh, Hi," Sharon greeted, stretching her arm out to shake the woman's hand. The woman stood elegantly from her seat behind a large desk and returned the jester. Releasing Sharon's hand the woman looked down at the children who were standing closer to Sharon. Wendy and Craig held a tight hold on Sharon's work skirt while Stan stood tall, glaring at the woman in front of him.
"Welcome to Betty's Sun Shine preschool," She didn't smile at all nor did she sound that welcoming. She placed a perfectly manicured hand on Wendy's head but the small girl pulled away, clutching tighter to Sharon causing the woman to scowl slightly, " I'm Miss. Coggins. I'll be your teacher."
Neither of the kids stepped up to offer their names, instead they moved away from both women and towards the door.
" Um, That's Stan, Craig and Wendy," Sharon said pointing to each child, " I'm sorry, they seem eager to play."
" That's fine," Miss. Coggin's assured waving her hand dismissively, " Let them go out and play. I only need to talk to you Mrs. Marsh," The woman sat back down in her chair and turned to her computer looking bored.
" Oh, already. You know where the play area is right?" The three nodded in unison, "Okay I just you may leave now," Before she'd gotten another word in Stan had pulled open the door and the three rushed out of the room in less than a few second.
" Well Mrs. Marsh? Shall we begin?" Hesitantly Sharon turned back towards the woman, taking a seat in front of her dark wooden desk.
Stan was the first of the three to reach the doors to the playing area. He'd stopped just before entering, waiting for his siblings to catch up before taking the few steps into the room. The room was loud, filled with tiny voices and gleeful laughter. The walls were a little too cutesy for Stan's liking, filled with pink flowers and butterfly's but I didn't really matter much. He just wanted to find a mortal that would do as he pleases for his amusement.
" I want to go play with that big house," Wendy pointed towards a tent castle a few of the other girls were already playing with.
" No, Wendy!" Craig whined, pulling on his sister arm, " We have to stick together!" Stan rolled his eyes at the childish behavior of his siblings. This was no time to play.
"I don't wanna hang around you dummies, These mortals look fun, I wanna play with them!" Stan shushed her, placing a hand over her mouth to silents her.
" Don't say the 'M' word in public," Wendy mumbled an apology under his hand and Stan sighed lifting his hand away from her.
" You can go play Wendy," Craig glared at Stan as the girl in question laughed excitingly, bouncing off towards the direction of the castle.
"But Staaan?" Craig pouted while still glaring at him. Stan thought he look ridiculous, " We can't trust these kids. We have to stick together!"
" She can do as she pleases. I don't care. You can run off too, you don't need to follow your big brother around," Stan turned to scan the crowd of kids.
" But Staaaaan," Stan rolled his eyes and reached back to grab Craig's hand only to pull away with a sudden yelp.
" Craig, control yourself! You nearly burned my hand!"
Craig giggled at that, lifting his hand and attempting to place it on Stan who dodged out of the way. Stan glared at his brother,m ready to smack him but a sudden noise caught his attention. He looked over his brothers shoulders at a couple of boys playing with little blocks, He watched as the fat one yelled obscured things, the other one tried to rebuild a tower.
" Let's go over there," Stan pointing at the boys who seemed to be arguing.
" Why? They look barbaric," Stan gave a huff but didn't answer his brother, only grabbed him by the bicep and dragged him towards the boys.
" You're doing it wrong! It's gonna fall over," The fat one yelled, stomping his foot in protest.
" Stop it," The other one yelled back, throwing one of the blocks at the fat boys head, " If you keep jumping you'll knock them over."
Stan and Craig stood centimeters away just watching the boys behavior with amused expressions. These boys were louder than the rest of the room and more violent than the other kids who cried when they tripped on themselves.
" Hi," the two stopped yelling and turned to the boy who had spoken. Stan smirked at their surprised expressions and Craig sneered, thinking himself above the boys.
" Uh, hi," the fat one said, suddenly turning shy. Stan walked closer to them, he was taller than the boys which made him a little proud.
" I'm Stan," The two boys' turned a little pink at the sound of Stan's name. They smiled at him shyly, which Craig rolled his eyes at.
" I'm Eric," The fat one announced looking at Stan as if he expected Stan's approval. Stan just nodded his head, keeping his charming grin on his face.
" I'm Kenny!" The second almost yelled, pushing Eric off the the side and standing in front of Stan, " I'm four but I'm gonna turn five really soon," Craig was nearly close to gagging at the two boys obvious infatuation with his brother.
" I'm four! I'll be five in July!" Eric also yelled, trying to shove Kenny off to the side.
" Four you say?" Stan watched as the boys shoved and pushed each other, He laughed to himself looking back at Craig who had yet to have an introduction.
" Me and my brother Craig here are five," He smiled with pride while Craig glared at the two boys.
" Oh wow! You're so cool!" Eric said clapping his hands, Kenny look at Stan admiringly reaching out to pull Stan closer.
" You should play with us," Kenny insisted, pulling Stan down to sit on floor right beside him. Eric mumbled something under his breathe before plopping himself down on the other side of Stan. Craig left standing, feeling slightly left out. Out of he corner of his eyes he caught a few kids innocently playing with some model airplanes. He kinda wanted to join them.
" Are you sitting or not," Stan called over his shoulder, Kenny and Eric showing Stan how they were building a tower. Sighing Craig sat across from Stan who winked at him nodding to the two boys who were practically in his lap. Cocky Bastard.
" Hey, you guys I found a red truck in one of the baskets over there," Craig heard the voice from behind him but payed no mind, He was too busy fiddling with the blocks Kenny had pushed in front of him.
" Go away, Kyle! We replaced you!" Eric said in a harsh voice and Craig chuckled to himself. He didn't like the fact that the fat boy had fallen for his stupid brothers charms or that he was rough and loud but he was amusing none the less. He lifted his head from the blocks to Stan so they can share a laugh at the boys words but he was surprised to see Stan standing. His eyes were widened somewhat staring straight in front of him, behind Craig, mouth open slightly in complete awe. Confused Craig turned his head to the side, looking up at the boy behind him. He was a smaller boy, probably the same age as the others. The boy's skin was pale and pink, sprinkled with light freckles. He was cute, in an innocent way.
" Oh," The small boy, Kyle, said. He held a dumb looking truck in his hands staring up at Stan.
" Go away Kyle!" Eric yelled again and Craig stood up scowling at the boy, his harsh words now bothering him, " Your just a dumb Jew," Craig was ready to shove him over but the boy was already face down on the floor before he could blink, Stan standing over him glaring down at the boy. Kenny looked confused and a little hurt.
" Don't talk to him like that," Stan's words were harsh, and Craig for once was proud of Stan's reckless behavior.
" Um," The young boy spoke out. He was still staring at Stan who unflinchingly met his gaze and held it. Craig could feel a pit of jealousy spur within him, " Who are you?"
I always like the idea of Stan falling in love with a sweet little red haired boy at first sight.