A.N Opening with a thank you to lovekyman who has reviewed each chapter without fail ;) you so awesome. Next It took for ever but it is done. Creative struggles and blah plus been busy busy with some other stuff sorry guys Closing with this chapter is a little bit long and a lot bit sad. Without further ado I give you chapter 4.

Chapter 4: I have no son.

Stan had spent his morning packing a suitcase with clothes. Next to him was a pile of keep and throw pile anything he was too big for was being thrown away everything else was being packed into his suitcase to go with him to California.

There was a sniffle from the doorway, Stan looked over his shoulder. "Kyle brought this over," Sharon said handing over envelope. "He told me to wish you luck… You don't have to leave you know. All of your friends are here your home…"

Stan rolled his eyes and went back to sticking things in his suitcase.

"Sharon! I need my other suitcase!"

"Shove it up your arse you selfish bastard you already have the largest suitcases we own," Sharon screamed as she moved down the hall toward her husband.

"You are getting a house and a car the least you can do is provide me the means to leave you with them you useless bitch," Randy yelled back.

The yelling continued as Stan stared at the envelope in his hand. He shoved it under the lid of his PlayStation one when he heard Shelly come upstairs. She came in and sat on his bed. Looking around his empty room.

"So turd. Escaping South Park? Won't your boyfriend get upset?"

Stan shook his head placing the PS into his box of things. "I don't have a boyfriend. And you are just jealous that I'm leaving that whore and you are stuck here."

Shelly slapped Stan hard. "Don't ever talk about Mom like that again," Then out of the blue she hugged Stan which shocked him. "Look after yourself. Don't get caught up with Dad's stupidity."

"Dad isn't stupid…" was the only thing Stan could say before Shelly left the room.

It was midday when Randy made a stop in Stan's doorway. He leant there for a while looking at his son who was staring at a photo hanging above his old desk.

"You ready Stanley? The taxi is outside waiting for us… If you think you are making a mistake you can stay behind."

Stan turned to his dad looked him in the eye and with suitcase in hand said "The only mistake would be staying here."

Randy nodded and helped Stan with his things. The two walked down the stairs together and out the front door of the old Marsh house together. Sharon stood on porch with Shelly and watched as Stanley stared at the ground and walked toward the taxi. As the Taxi pulled away from the curb and drove off down the road Sharon broke into tears…

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The first year was the hardest. For the first month Randy and Stan were living in an apartment in Pasadena, fold out chairs for furniture and tray tables to eat off of. At Stan's new school he made friends with a boy named Ryan. And Stan was finally starting to settle in.

"Hey Mr Marsh," Ryan said as the two boys came in from school throwing their bags on the floor.

"I've told you before Ryan just call me Randy. It's easier and makes me feel younger."

"You aren't young Dad," Stan replied. "Also it isn't cool to call old people by their first name."

Randy shook his head. He reminded Stan to do his homework then went back to preparing dinner. Randy was glad that Stan decided to come with him. He would have been lonely living out her on his own. He could only hope he would find his calling soon.

Month two the boys moved to a small house closer to Stan's school. The rates were steep but the house was alright and Randy figured he could afford it. A couple weeks later Randy met a woman named Loretta or as Stan called her street bitch. She moved in within two weeks and starting buying new stuff for the house. Stan didn't like her. She insisted that Stan call her Mom and that she was here to make his father happy. Stan and Ryan had begun to get closer and Stan considered him the closest thing to a best friend he had.

"Stanley Sweetie… Your father is going to be late home from meeting with creative directors. I need you to organise dinner."

Stan flipped the woman off. "Step off street bitch. I don't take orders from you. I wouldn't even if you were my real mother. I'm going out. I probably won't be back tonight."

By now Stan was spending most nights at Ryan's to avoid having to deal with Loretta. When they were at school Stan would complain about her but he was glad Ryan would listen. Most often the conversations were resolved by Ryan telling Stan that if she makes his father happy he should learn to be happy with that fact alone. Stan often remarked that it was easy for a silver spoon to make comments like that happiness has been his entire life.

By the fifth month things took a turn for the worst. Loretta had a fall in the house on one of Randy's "fun boards" which was some kind of makeshift skateboard. She sued him for everything he had including the house leaving Stan and Randy homeless. Randy resorted to alcoholism while Stan took to stealing.

Stan had severed contact with his friends and skipped school most days. His most common hits were the rich houses but every now and then he went for middle class homes. There was a day when the two were begging together on the street and were passed by a sympathetic old man who gave his condolences but had no money. That same night Stan was robbing an upper class house.

Thanks to hanging out with a McCormick Stan knew a thing or two about cutting off an alarm system. So that was the first thing he started with. After that he looked over the house for anything valuable. Stan was shocked when he saw a photo of a familiar red head sitting on a shelf. Stan panicked and tried to bolt out the front door but was stopped by an old man. A very familiar old man.

"You are the boy from the Street…" The old man started. "The man with you… He is your father yes? He is addicted to the drink isn't he?"

Stan froze all he could do was nod his head.

The man walked over to a stand where the phone was sitting and pulled out a twenty dollar bill. "Take this. Get yourself some food. And for goodness sake do not let your father touch that money."

Stan went back to the bus shelter where he and his dad slept money in hand. He wasn't sure why he did it or even what was going through his head when he did it but when he reached the bus shelter he woke his dad and showed him the money. Stan explained the story and how the man was actually Kyle's Granddad.

Randy looked at the twenty dollars for a few moments. "I used to tell your mother that a little luck is often a sign that greater luck is just around the corner. That was before she started hiding the credit cards."

What Randy did next made Stan furious, so furious in fact Stan gave him a black eye. Randy had gone to the nearest 24/7 Superette and bought himself a lottery ticket. It was after that black eye Randy knew he had messed up. He tried to tell Stan to call Sharon and go back to South Park. But Stan refused.

It was two days later when Randy had gone to get some more alcohol for his addiction when he overheard someone say somebody one the big one in the lottery. Only one ticket. He rushed to the nearest place to have it checked only to find out that overnight Randy had become a Millionaire.

Stan was at school when it happened. Randy bust into his class and pulled him out of it. Thinking his dad had just drunk too much again he politely excused himself to his teacher who gave him an understanding look.

"Stanley what would be the best thing ever?"

Stan thought on this question. "If I could go back to the class that I am failing and try really hard not to fail out of fifth grade."

"Yes and no. I was going to say if we could move into the beachfront property we always wanted to live in."

Stan rolled his eyes. "Dad go back to the shelter sleep off whatever cheap booze you have been drinking and then get off the crazy train. I'm going back to class."

"Stan we're Millionaires!" Randy blurted. "That lottery ticket I bought was the sole winning ticket in the entire country. We inherited roughly six hundred and fifty million dollars and that is after tax."

Stan froze and started writing numbers in the air as if making calculations. "I'm pretty shitty at math but I am certain that that is a statistical impossibility."

Randy smiled at Stan. "Who cares? We're rich! All thanks to Grandpa Broflovski and that stupid bitch who pushed us into poverty."

The following year was the best year of Stan's life. Since he already had friends he didn't have to worry about who his real friends were he just stuck with the friends he already had. If Stan wanted something he got it. Whether it was the latest laptop or the newest console Stan owned it. Randy had promised after they obtained the money that he would be responsible with so he hired a financial advisor who has helped with smart investments allowing their wealth to grow.

It was the summer of that year that Stan learned a secret about a close friend of his. Stan was hanging out at the Malibu house when he saw Ryan leave the house two doors down. He was a little surprised since he was pretty sure that the house was empty and that Ryan lived in Pasadena. He walked along the beach till he found his friend hanging out soaking in some sun.

"Ryan?" Stan stated slowly as if it could be someone else knowing full well there was no way.

"Oh hey Stan," The brunette responded blocking the sun from his eyes as he sat up. "Come to enjoy some sun too?"

Stan was confused. Ryan made no effort to explain his presence here he didn't even panic when Stan showed up. "Uhh… Ryan I thought… I thought you lived in Pasadena?"

Ryan chuckled and lay back down covering his face from the heat. "I do live in Pasadena. I also live in Malibu. It's called a fronting house dude," Ryan sat up again this time getting to his feet. "My parents knew that people treat you differently when you come from money and they didn't want that. So during the school year we live as a middle class family in Pasadena in the summer we live as upper class here in Malibu. Makes life easier for me."

Stan quirked an eyebrow. "Really? Because that sounds like the plot for Hannah Montana."

"Screw you Marsh."

The summer passed quickly but Stan was glad to have company. He and Ryan quickly cemented their friendship and Randy soon became friends with Sarah and Laurence, Ryan's parents. An agreement was made at the end of the summer that Ryan could stay in Malibu and carpool with Stan and Randy to school and pretend he was back in Pasadena.

But sadly the happiness could not last forever. One day Ryan didn't come over for school drop off which made Stan worry. His initial instinct was to go over there. But when he got to the front of the house there was a "for sale" sign and no one was home. Stan tried to call Ryan but the phone was not in service. He began to worry.

Stan still went to school with Randy. Hoping Ryan would be there. He was nowhere to be seen. Stan spent the day thinking the worst. That Ryan and his family were some kind of criminals and they skipped town since they were discovered at the house they were doing over in Malibu. His fear was relieved when he got home when he saw Ryan sitting on his front door step. Only to start worrying again when he realised Ryan was crying.

Stan approached him slowly. "Dude… are you ok?" Stan put a hand on his shoulder and knelt down to his level.

Ryan looked up at his friend his eyes full of tears. His voice quivering as he spoke. "My… Dad he… My Dad shot himself… My Mom is selling the house and we are moving back to Pasadena…"

Stan had his mouth wide open the whole time. He just couldn't believe it. 'Laurence seemed so happy. Nice house, great friends, lovely family. Why would someone like that kill themselves?'

Ryan reached into this pocket. And pulled out a piece of paper. Stan flashed back to the PlayStation and the letter from Kyle that he still has not read.

"He left me this letter… explaining why. Or at least his reason why."

'Dear Ryan,

My son for a long time I have known that you and your mother do not need me my money is drenched in blood and it is high time I paid for it. Before you were born I made money by buying houses and crashing the rental market making rental property worthless for a portion of my life I made many families homeless because their landlords sold their houses to me for less than the house's worth

After my time with Randy a man who raised his son from a backwater town with honesty integrity and then from out of a gutter into riches I realised it is time for my departure. Learn from my mistake Ryan. Always be honest. Always have honour. Always value humans above money.

I love you.

Dad'

For a few months after that day Stan felt like he was to blame for Ryan's dad's death. Although the two stayed really good friends. Randy still came to visit Sarah to comfort her and Stan often came with him to hang out with Ryan.

In eighth grade Stan and Ryan had a bit of a falling out like many friends do. But they soon found out they were going to have to have to bounce back and fast. Randy had recently announced his upcoming nuptials as did Sarah and as coincidence would have it the two were referring to one another.

The house soon became home to the four of them and Stan had to get used to sharing a room. On the wedding day he saw Shelly for the first time in a few years the two reconciled their sibling differences and even caught up a little. Shelly was given some money from Randy and told to help Sharon fix up her house. And soon Randy was happy again.

Stan had started to take up music like his old man and really enjoyed it. In the year to come it would prove to be Stan's way of venting his emotions whenever he felt angry he would take it out on the drums and if he felt sad he would play it out on the piano.

Freshman year of high school was hard for Stan. Instead of going to a high school in Pasadena with all their friends the two boys were sent to a local high school in Malibu. Sarah took up a job working as a surgeon an Randy decided to take charge of some of his own wealth maybe learn the market for himself.

The boys made friends easy deciding to play the from wealth card. Buying their friends things from the mall during after school shopping sessions and basically flashing their cash. In the summer they decided that it was a bad idea and stopped hanging out with the tools they were calling friends.

At the end of the summer the two were hanging out on the beach on a couch they had set up down below their house. Enjoying the sunset. Seeing a blaze of orange across a darkening sky.

Ryan turned to Stan and smiled. "It's hard to believe almost four years ago we were just friends now we are step brothers."

Stan continued to stare out at the sky. "It's hard to believe another summer has almost passed and we still haven't done anything exciting."

"Exciting? Like what?"

"I don't know. Like… Like in South Park. When we were Kids my uncle Jimbo used to bring fireworks and we would blow things up. Or like in movies when kids go and do shit. Like parties and…. And Summer romance."

Ryan leaned in and touched his lips against Stan's kissing him tenderly.

"Like that?"

Stan blinked a few times. Then he kissed Ryan back. Then he broke away pushing Ryan back. "Dude you're my brother."

"Step-brother. Besides it isn't out fault our parents married we didn't choose it."

Stan got off the couch and ran back up to the house the only thought going through his mind was. 'But we can choose this'

In their sophomore year the two became completely inseparable and had begun using one another to experiment with. Children at school were getting suspicious of the odd behaviour but no one really suspected anything sexual.

If the two had class together one would usually tease the other sitting behind them and caressing them with their foot. Or whispering dirty ideas in their ear. Or sending dirty pictures to their phone. The two were a couple that no one knew about. A secret that would only last so long.

During Stan's last summer in California the two had the house to themselves. They had planned extensively to finally have their first time together. Stan had gone and bought all the required ingredients. And even set up the stereo to play romantic music all day.

They decided to make it unique and pushed their two king single beds together. Stan threw Ryan down on the bed and slowly crawled over top of him. He pressed his lips against the brunette caressing as much of his body as he could. Ryan parted his mouth allowing Stan's tongue to enter and explore. Stan moved kissing Ryans chin then his neck stopping to suckle and bite leaving marks. He moved down further to Ryan's collar bone. Stan stopped to remove the boys Shirt revealing his untoned yet skinny body. Ducking back down to kiss at the boys nipples.

Ryan caressed up Stan's inner thigh. While the raven kissed down his stomach. He unzipped Stan's jeans releasing him from his pants realizing the boy was not wearing underwear. Stan paused awhile to take off his jeans and then his own shirt readying to work on Ryan's pants. He rubbed at the bulge teasing the brunette while he writhed beneath him. Ryan gripped Stan stroking him in synchronised beats.

Ryan leaned forward enough to kiss Stan some more before the boy starting taking off Ryan's pants leaving him only in his boxers. Running low on patience Ryan took off his boxers revealing his cut penis. Stan sat back grabbing both in hand rubbing them together precome beading out.

"Stan… Please… I want you inside…"

Just as Stan reached for the Lube there was a loud slam and a very loud.

"What the fuck!?"

"Dad?" "Randy?" the boy's said in unison.

Randy said nothing. He simply turned around stormed in the other direction grabbed his keys off the hook and readied himself to leave.

"Dad!" Stan called after him.

Randy turned to him and shot him a look of absolute disgust. "Don't you dear call me Dad. Because I have no son."

Randy opened the front door stormed out and slammed it shut. The last thing Stan heard was a car door slam and the over revved skids of it speeding down the road.

Ryan tried to console to Stan but Stan lashed out punching him and running to their room. He began packing his things as tears rolled down his face. For the first time in five years he called his mother and asked her to pick him up at the end of the summer from the airport he was coming home.

Stan and Ryan waited that night for Randy to come home. Neither of them spoke to each other but both were wondering exactly what was going to happen to them.

July 30 2012 10:43pm LAPD arrive at the door of house Marsh. Both of them look sad and both have their hats in their hands.

The one on the left looks at the boys and says. "Which of you is Stanley Marsh?"

"I am." Stan says swallowing the lump in his throat.

"At 10pm your father Randy Marsh was involved in a car accident which included an oncoming truck. As at 10:22pm Randy Marsh passed away from blood loss. Sarah Marsh will be back soon will you guys be ok here on your own.

Stan was in shock. He had absolutely no answer. Ryan nodded for him and the police officers gave their condolences and left.

Within two days they had the funeral. Stan who was still quite in shock sat and listened as a whole bunch of people stood up and told lies about his father. Most probably thought they were getting something in his will.

It wasn't until the will reading that Stan didn't know real shock. Along with Ryan and Sarah he sat down in the lawyer's office.

"Ok guy's I am going to make this short and sweet. When Randy drew this up Sarah was with him and he offered her quite a bit of money for the event of his death. But as her and I know she turned it all down. Which leaves just you Stanley. So… To my son Stanley, I leave my entire estate. In the event that my daughter Shelly require funds Stanley is to help out in whatever way possible but in all other senses the estate belongs to him. So Stan would you like to know what exactly you inherited?"

"Sole heir? Stan is Sole heir? Mom you didn't want anything?"

"H-how much?" Stan asked, the first words he'd spoken all day.

"Thanks to investment and a good financial aid. Minus tax and my charges. You end up with 1.4 billion dollars."

The ride home was silent. Ryan sulked in the front seat while Stan tried to comprehend his new found wealth. Not that it was new to him but now it was all his. Sarah pulled over outside the Malibu house but didn't pull into the driveway.

"You packed your things didn't you Stanley?"

"Yea… but we can stay now right?" Stan asked panicked.

Sarah gave a sympathetic smile. "Sweetie… you have to go home. To your mother. She needs you… and I need you to be needed by her."

"Oh" was all Stan could say.

"Listen Stanley… your father loved you lots but he would want you to go home to South Park. Go get your things. We will drop you off at the airport."

That was the last time Stan would see Sarah and Ryan. And the last time he would get to touch Him. Ryan hugged Stan at the boarding gate. And kissed him on the cheek.

Then he whispered gently in his ear. "I love you."

"I love you too," Stan said aloud.

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Stan sat with Kenny swinging back and forth on the porch swing.

"Oh man… Randy died… harsh dude harsh…"

Stan looked down at his feet. "My step Mom said his body was so messed up she doesn't know how he lasted twenty minutes before finally kicking it."

The two sat in silence for a while just enjoying the night air.

Kenny finally piped up. "So 1.4 billion dollars aye?"

Stan cracked up laughing. Wiping away what was a tear of sadness. "Actually it's more like 1.2 now. I gave some Ryan and Sarah so they could move on with their lives."

Kenny shook his head in disbelief. "So what now? Do you buy a flashy mansion?"

Stan got up and began heading for the door. "Goodnight Kenny. I'll talk to you in the morning."

"Oh come on how do you be a billionaire and not want to spend it?" Kenny said as Stan closed the door behind him. "Hmm Stan Marsh Billionaire… A friend could get used to that."

A.N To anyone thinking that winning amount never happened I know I did the research. But I wrote it anyway… It suited what I am doing with the plotline. Randy's wealth is actually hugely important in why Stan even came back to South Park in the first place. Also as you can see I decided to make this like last year It makes sense plus it is easy for me to write. Also it means when I do senior year I can make it 2013 :D

P.S that final line from Kenny is a joke he isn't being serious. I think it is meant to be a forethought on how most people in his situation could easily be swayed to try take advantage of that friendship