October 1st:
"Come on Cartman there's no need!"
Stan's voice remained ignored however as Cartman kept pacing around his living room coming up with ideas.
"What did I tell you Stan, you're turning 16! Everyone else is older than you and they had rad parties!" Cartman exclaimed.
Stan sighed," I don't care about a party Eric. I don't want to make it a big deal."
"BIG DEAL. ITS YOUR SWEET 16!!!" Cartman dramatically announced," you're getting a party even if I have to force you onto the dance floor."
Stan huffed with defeat and slumped further into the couch. He never cared for parties that much. Especially if he was the centre of attention.
"Do you always have to over dramatise things?" Stan asked, clearly in a mood.
"God don't get your titties in a twist hippy! I have to host the best events! Just you wait until our engagement and wedding. Hell, maybe even a baby shower if you ever decide to have kids. They'll have to broadcast them nation wide for how big they'll be ," Cartman fantasised.
"You're jumping far ahead to the future, aren't you?" Stan laughed," I guess I could unwind and have fun."
"That's the spirit babe! As long as you don't get yourself shitfaced, it'll be great!"
Stan rolled his eyes, " what's the matter with getting a little drunk?"
"Knowing you're stupid ass, you'll get jumped on by someone. Probably Kenny," Cartman replied with a hint of harshness in his voice.
"I honestly don't know what you take me for. I'm not as weak as you think I am," Stan spat back.
"Oh please, I could write a 1000 page book how you're a pussy," Cartman snickered," anyways, you're down for the party?"
Stan shrugged," I guess."
"Let's get this show on the road!"
October 19th- Stan's Birthday:
The warm rays of the Autumn glow shone through the glass window and onto Stan's face. He grumbled with distaste and buried his head further into his pillow. The task of getting the young raven out of bed was nearly impossible. He was definitely not a morning person.
"Stanley honey, time to get up! It's your birthday," Sharon called from downstairs.
"It's the weekend moooommmm," he groaned, sounding like Cartman ," I'll get up at noon."
"Stan get you're whiny ass down here before I drag you out of bed," Another voice shouted," it's already 3 o clock."
Stan recognised that voice from anywhere. Practically starting out of his duvet, Stan ran into the bathroom to look at himself in the mirror. Sure his hair was a mess and he had dark circles under his eyes but apart from that he looked semi presentable. He threw on his dressing gown to cover the fact he was only wearing his boxers and rushed down the stairs. He noticed his mom and Cartman sitting on the couch, awaiting for his presence.
"You look cute when you first wake up," Cartman chuckled.
"Shut up dude," Stan blushed a deep crimson as he sat in between his mother and boyfriend," where's Dad?"
"He's just getting your present from the garage. It was actually Eric's idea to get you this," Sharon smiled.
On cue, Randy burst through the front door with a large dark blue box in his arms. He grinned as he carefully placed it on Stan's lap.
"Be very gentle with it and don't open until we say," Randy ordered as he set up a video camera.
Stan was itching with anticipation to find out what was in the box. He looked over to Cartman who had his arm around his back in an embrace. His mom swiped some black stands of hair from his eyes as she gave Randy a thumbs up.
They all counted down from 3 and Stan lifted the lid from the box.
Stan looked down to see a pair of sapphire eyes stare back at him. He gasped with awe as he lifted it out of the box. In his hands was a, fluffy Ragdoll kitten with a huge red bow tied around its neck. It's fur was white with dark patches on its ears, tail and nose. It had tiny pink toe beans that were really soft to the touch. The kitten meowed happily at the sight of his new owner.
Stan felt the tears well up in his eyes as he gazed at the fluff ball in his hands. He began to sob with delight as he hugged the kitten, which nuzzled into his chest. His smile could light up the darkest places.
"Happy birthday Stan!" Everyone exclaimed.
"Thank you guys so much!" Stan cried as he stoked the cat softly.
"What are you gonna name him?" Cartman asked as he wiped away some of his boyfriends tears.
"I know. I know!" Randy interrupted," call him Lorde!"
"I'm not naming him after you Dad," Stan snapped.
"Randy, it's not your cat. It's Stan's. Let him decide," Sharon scolded her husband.
Stan thought for a moment," wait I've got the perfect name."
"What is it?" Everyone asked in unison.
"Lance."
"Yeah it suits him," Cartman grinned.
"Well then Lance it is," Randy said with some hurt," it still should be called Lorde."
"Oh stop being childish Randy" Sharon shouted.
"Guys, can we not argue on his birthday?" Cartman sighed.
Stan nodded in agreement as he placed Lance on the floor to roam. He held his hand over his mouth with utter pride as the kitten plodded along the carpet. He reached over to Cartman and cried against his chest.
"This is the best birthday ever," he mumbled into the fabric of the shirt.
"Well it's only just started Stanny boy," Cartman snickered.
"I'm just wondering how old is Lance?" Sharon piped up.
"I think he's about 12 weeks old," Cartman replied," we can train him, can't we babe."
"We sure can. I'm gonna let him have baths and be groomed all the time. He's gonna look like show cat every day," Stan gleamed.
"Welcome the newest edition to the Marsh family!" Randy spoke to the camera, " tell Shelly about it Stanley!"
"I'd rather not," Stan muttered.
They carried on to play with Lance until Stan decided to was time his new roommate got settled. He carried the tiny kitten in his arms upstairs with Cartman following close behind. When they got to the room, Cartman locked the door and placed a small bed near Stan's nightstand.
"Ya know he'll barely use that, right. He'll be with me," Stan giggled.
"Don't forget me asswipe. I'm here more than anyone," Cartman played along.
Stan placed Lance in his new bed and the kitten curled up and fell asleep immediately. He then went into his bathroom to brush his teeth and have a shower. Cartman snuck up behind him and ripped off his dressing gown.
"Do you fucking mind, Fatass?" Stan nearly shrieked at the sudden coldness.
Cartman mused," why are you only in your boxers anyway?"
"Because it's what I wear for bed sometimes so can you just go away and stop sexually harassing me whilst I get ready?"
Stan carried on with his morning routine and actually decided to give a shit about his appearance today. He wore blue skinny jeans with a white shirt. He wore his brown jacket like always. He styled his black hair and put on his poofball hat that he still owned. After applying some black eyeliner and spraying some cologne on, he was ready for the party.
"Right I'm ready," Stan said as he walked out the bathroom.
"Why are you wearing your everyday clothes? This is your big birthday bash Stan!" Cartman frowned," I'm just gonna have to dress you."
"In what?" Stan sounded suspicious.
"You'll see," Cartman bluntly replied as he covered Stan's eyes with a blindfold.
"Oh come on Cartman! Can we do the kinky shit later, like when I turn 18," Stan whined.
"Who said we're having sex. You have such a dirty mind," Cartman whispered," I just don't want you to see what the outfit is yet."
Stan sighed in defeat as he undressed from the attire he was already wearing," I'll still be able to wear my hat, right? It's cold out."
"Don't be so stupid hippy," Cartman tutted," you wear that damn thing everywhere."
Cartman worked his magic until he was sure that it was perfect.
"Alright hippy, I'm taking the blindfold off now."
The fabric was lifted from Stan's eyes. He stared at himself in the mirror. Instead of his brown jacket, he wore a black, leather jacket with silver buttons . He wore a red, long sleeved shirt underneath and blue jeans, which were ripped at the knees. Instead of his poofball hat, Cartman brushed out his hair so it wasn't a mess and looked decent. Instead of his black studs, Stan had silver diamonds in his ears. He also wore black boots that had black fur at the rim and a silver buckle at the side.
"Wow..." was all Stan could say.
"It's nothing really. Not compared to the blue dress I had in store but I knew you would like this more," Cartman smiled," it has reminiscence of your faggy goth days but it's actually stylish."
"Thank you!" Stan leapt into Cartman's arms," I love it!"
"Knew you would. So are you ready to go. It's already 5:30."
"Yep let's do this!"
Cartman drove Stan to the community centre a couple of blocks away. Stan played around with the radio to try and calm himself.
"How many people did you invite exactly?" Stan asked warily.
"Just about everyone in our year," Cartman shrugged," so like 100 people."
"100? Goddammit Cartman!"
Shortly after, they pulled up at the community centre which was already full of cars. Cartman urged Stan out of the care and lead him into the huge hall. Nearly every nook and cranny had blue, red and black balloons and at least a group of people. The whole atmosphere had a cheerful aroma. There were tables scattered at the side of the huge dance floor in the middle of the huge venue. A massive sign saying 'Happy 16th Stan!' hung above the massive DJ area near the dance floor. The lights around were all in blues that flashed in all corners. Stan noticed as he waded through that there was a line of tables from the door to the end with masses of food, desserts, sodas and punch. Cartman also had to include a chocolate fountain with marshmallows and strawberries.
Cartman dragged Stan to the centre of the dance floor and ushered everyone off, leaving the two standing hand in hand.
The crowds of people all screamed
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY STAN!"
Stan took a microphone from a table and cleared his throat.
"Uhh thank you everyone for coming to this sweet party Eric prepared for me. I really do appreciate you all for being here and for making this party feel alive. And also thank you for bringing so many presents here for me!" Stan gestures towards the mountain of birthday presents in the corner.
"So enough of me talking and let's get this party started!"
Everyone cheered as the DJ who happened to be Big Gay Al began to play classic party hits.
Stan looked behind him to see Kyle and Kenny making there way over.
"Hey dude!" Kyle shouted to be heard from the blasting music," this is a sick party and you look awesome!"
Stan chuckled," thanks dude, Cartman prepared it after all."
"We may think Cartman is a jackass but I'll give him credit: he goes to great lengths for you, Stan," Kenny chimed in.
"Ayyy," Cartman jabbed Kenny's side.
Kyle bit his lip," he sure does. Well as long as you're happy man, I'm ok with it."
"Let's dance then!" Kenny exclaimed joining in for the Macarena.
Stan and Kyle laughed as they began dancing too. Cartman stood behind and couldn't stop thinking about how cute his boyfriend was
After the song as over, Cartman tapped Stan's shoulder.
"Want some punch or something?"
Stan thought," sure why not."
Cartman bumped into someone whilst walking over to the buffet. He swallowed nervously.
"Oh hey Eric," Heidi Turner waved, "I haven't seen you in a long time."
"Hi Heidi," Cartman returned the wave. He couldn't be an asshole towards her: Stan would go bat-shit crazy!
"So I heard you're dating guys now," Heidi spoke in a near whisper, " it's nice to see you moved on."
"Umm yeah. Stan's my man," Cartman replied hoarsely.
"So I'll see ya around then," she smiled.
"Ok." Cartman hurried away from her. Why was she so damn nice to everyone? Heidi did lose all the weight she gained whilst dating Cartman and she made amends with all her friends. She moved on and become her old self again.
He got the punch from the table and rushed back to the dance floor.
"Y M C A" Stan sang along, dancing more than he has for years. Cartman gave him the punch.
"Thanks Cartman," he grinned," wanna join me?"
"Well I have nothing to lose."
The punch made Stan more buzzed on the dance floor. Cartman admired his partner having himself a good time. Suddenly, he felt someone tap his shoulder.
"Cartman I need help," Kenny whisper- shouted," Ya know how Kyle is a light weight."
"Yeah the jew can't take more than 2 bottles."
"Well he's the Stan level of drunkness."
"What? Stan isn't drunk. He's just buzzed," Cartman snapped.
"I'm not saying Stan's drunk dipshit. There's levels to drunkness:
Sober
Buzzed
Tipsy
Drunk
Shifaced
Stan- level."
"Eh?"
"We made up a new way of being drunk after we found Stan downing a bottle of whisky in 4th grade," Kenny replied, " and Kyle's really fucking drunk dude."
"Ok. Here's my phone. Order him an Uber home," Cartman handed his phone.
"Nah his mom will go psycho! I'll take him back to my place: my parents aren't home and Karen's over at her friend Ruby's house."
"Ok. Just don't make out with him. Don't want jew germs to mix with your poor ones," Cartman joked.
"Can't make promises," Kenny winked.
Cartman and Kenny helped Kyle in the Uber. Kyle insisted that he'd be alright but they ignored him. The night resumed and Stan didn't get drunk! He decided to limit himself at only a few drinks so that he could at least remember this night for the future (and not do anything stupid).
Cartman suddenly had a bright idea and he suggested something to Big Gay Al, which he thought it was a super fabulous plan.
He proceeded to stand on a table with a microphone in his hands as I Swear began to play.
"Oh god," Stan pinched the bridge of his nose.
Cartman looked directly at Stan and sang,
"I swear, by the moon and the stars in the sky. I'll be there Stan!
And I swear, like the shadow that's by your side. I swear to god I'll be there. For better or worse, till death do us part. I'll love you with every gay beat of my heart! I swear Stan."
Everyone clapped and applauded the bold performance and Cartman swooped down and kissed Stan with passion on the dance floor.
The crowd went wild. Phone cameras clicked and people screamed.
Stan parted away and stared with his gorgeous blue eyes into Cartman's and turned a bright red.
"I remember this little stunt. You sang that to Kyle at that basketball game," Stan chuckled, " I see you haven't changed."
"Don't even mention Kahl. I really meant every word I said. I love you so much Stanley."
"I love you too Cartman."
They embraced eachother in a warm hug and everyone cooed at the sweetness.
"Who's ready for cake?" Cartman shouted to the crowd.
They all piled over to the huge 3 tier cake that stood tall in the corner next to the presents. Stan gasped.
It was blue with white buttercream frosting and a golden '16' on the top. The first layer was strawberry, the second was chocolate and the third was vanilla.
"I made it myself," Cartman boasted.
"You made that! Dude that's awesome!" Stan awed.
They both cut the cake and shared it amongst the party guests. By the time they got to the third tier, everybody was full.
"Golly, Eric that was delicious,"
Butters smiled," you sure know how to bake."
"I sure do. Anything for little hippy over here," Cartman held onto Stan tight.
"Fatass you're squishing me!" Stan squirmed.
The part carried on until way after 1 o clock in the morning. Once the hall was vacant, Cartman glances over to Stan.
"How was it then?"
"Fucking. Amazing," Stan breathed," Thanks for everything."
"No problem. Let's get all of the presents into the car... somehow and play with Lance for a bit."
"Sounds like a plan to me."
