I decided to write a small little Wednesday morning text thread just to spice up Style's story line a little bit.

Next will be Bunny, and then a rollercoaster of a Creek thread.

*If anyone's interested, I wrote this chapter listening to my favorite cynical song, "No Children" by the Mountain Goats! :D

POV - Stan

"Goooooooooooood Morning, South Park!" The radio announcers shrill voices assaulted Stan's ears at 7:00am. It was too early. "It's 'Mayhem in the Morning' with the 7:00 show, up next we've got Ariana Grande with her new song—"

Stan shut off his alarm clock and sat up in bed. He was sweating like a pig, cold and shaky. 'This is gonna be a shitty day,' he thought to himself. In preparation for his shitty day, Stan took the small bottle of Blackberry Brandy from his nightstand (something he'd swiped from a party a few weekends ago) and took a sip. If nothing else, it would numb his pounding head. Plus it tasted delicious. Stan told himself that was the real reason he kept it around. He wouldn't tell himself any differently.

He opened his phone to text Kyle to let him know he was sick, but saw that Kyle had beat him to it.

From Kyle: Hey Dude! Ready for a Shelly-free day? Followed by an emoji of 'rock-and-roll-hands', a winking face with it's tongue out, and then a middle finger emoji.

'Oh yeah!' Stan thought to himself, 'Shelly will be locked up in in-school suspension all day!' Suddenly spending the day at home didn't sound as fun as being at school, with his Super Best Friend, making fun of his sister in her misery.

To Kyle: Yeah Dude! I can't believe she beat up Jimmy. He's the nicest guy in our class!

From Kyle: Yeah

From Kyle: I'm sorry she made your morning shitty yesterday

To Kyle: Shelly always makes my mornings shitty

From Kyle: I'll walk with you today if you want

To Kyle: Yes please

From Kyle: Kyle had send a GIF of Michelle from Full House, holding up her little thumbs and saying 'You Got It Dude!' Kyle was so dumb…

Stan's smile morphed into a frown as his phone gave another 'ding!'

From Wendy: Hey babe! Don't forget, we have a debate team dinner after school.

Stan rolled his eyes. He hated going to things with Wendy. It was always 'debate team this' and 'student body president that', and never anything Stan wanted to do.

She'd never even stayed for an entire football game of his.

From Wendy: Wear something nice.

Stan groaned.

To Wendy: Do I have to go? It's just a stupid student-run dinner party at Bebe's house, it's not even official school business.

Wendy was typing.

To Wendy: It's not even on a weekend!

From Wendy: Yes. You're going. End of discussion.

Well, that was it I guess. Stan's head was still pounding but he was starting to feel better. He must've just been tired. He took one more swig from his bottle and put it away again.

At least school wasn't going to suck as much.