It had been a week since Stan left the hospital and things were slowly getting back to normal. He hasn't been back to daycare but was finally okayed by the doctor to go back Monday. Miss Claridge had said they were going to have a party for him and Kyle once he got back. It wasn't even his birthday! He was excited to share a party with his best friend.
He toddled around the house, both him and mommy being extra cautious these days. He climbed up on the couch in the living room. "Mommy?" He called out.
"In a minute, sweetie!" Sharon yelled back before returning to her phone call. "Sorry, Mom, that was Stanley just now."
Stan grabbed the remote and used it like a phone, copying Sharon as he walked up to her at the dining room table. "Sorry Mom, that was Mommy just now." He presses a few buttons on the remote, turning on the TV to a loud talk show.
Sharon jumped up to take the remote out of his hand and turned the TV off.
"Mommy, can I watch Bubble Guppies?" Stan bounced up and down. "Mom? Mom? Mommy? Mom?"
"Honey, not right now, I'm on the phone, please go play with your toys." Sharon got up to pace around the living room and continued to talk to her mother. "I know, Mom. I know. Yes, he's feeling more like himself."
"Mommy? I like dolphins and whales! Can I have one as a pet?" Stan held up an ocean animals' book to his mom.
Sharon rummaged around a drawer. "Yes, Stanley. Let me talk to Grandma, okay?"
"Mommy. Play with me!" Stan gave his mom an annoyed look. He went into the kitchen, making sure to be careful of the stove. He opened the refrigerator, looking around. "It's cold! Brrr." He happily looked around at the food.
Sharon was reading off the doctor's report to her mom. "Yes, it was all such a relief. He should be completely back to normal in a couple weeks. It's going to take time for his lungs to heal, and he's on stronger medication for his asthma. Still has bruises on his eyes, poor thing. But the doctor said he's doing so much better."
Stan reaches up and finds a whipped cream can. He pops the top off it and presses it. "Ahhh!" He lets out a little scream at the surprise of the cream squirting out. He giggles and tries it again. He squirts whipped cream on the floor and the door of the refrigerator.
Sharon had her back turned as she looked through more paperwork. "He's been such a good boy since we got back from the hospital. He's been so cute Mom, walking around extra careful, reminding everyone to be careful, you have to see. He's been a little clingy, and he does have the occasional bad dream. He slept in bed with Randy and I the first few nights. Randy didn't like it but I want my baby to feel safe."
Stan puts the whipped cream down and goes for something else. He tries to grab a jar of pickles and knocked it over so it breaks and pickles and juice spill everywhere. "Waaaahhhh." Stan started to cry.
Sharon's heart leapt in her throat as she turned around to check on her son. "Sorry Mom, I'll call you back." She quickly hung up and ran to Stan. "Baby, what happened?"
Stan held out his hands to be picked up surrounded by pickle juice and whipped cream. "Mommyyyyy. Waaaahhh."
Sharon grabbed him and gave him a hug before setting him in his highchair with a few toys. "It's okay sweetie, just sit there for one minute. Mommy needs to sweep up the glass so you or I don't get hurt." Sharon grabbed the mop and broom to start cleaning.
Stan sat in his highchair scared and crying. "Mommy, I sorry." He wasn't safe so maybe he had to go back to the hospital.
Sharon set the broom aside and picked her son up, checking him over. "Sweetie, did you get hurt? Did the glass hurt you anywhere?"
"Mommy I don't want to go to the hospital. Waaahhh." Stan cried harder and buried his face in her chest.
"What? Why would you think that? Did you get an owie?" Sharon sat down and hugged him tighter.
"No, I was bad, I don't wanna go. I wanna stay with you, mommy." He clings to Sharon and keeps crying.
Sharon sighed and kissed him on the top of his head "It's okay sweetie, we aren't going anywhere. If you don't have an owie then we can stay home, okay? Mommy is right here."
Stan looks up at his mom, cheeks streaked with tears. "Mommy, I scared. I don't wanna go."
"We aren't going anywhere Stanley, we are just going to stay home, okay?" She rocks him gently. "Let's go put a cartoon on for you."
"Okay." Stan hugs Sharon again. "Mommy, why do we go to the hospital?"
Sharon picked him up to put on Nick Jr for him. "Well, we go to the hospital if we are feeling sick or hurt. The doctors and nurses there help us to get better, they are good people."
"Why is it scary?" Stan sniffed. "I member I was scared of it."
Sharon sat on the couch, facing Stan towards her. "What was scary about it sweetie?"
Stan's eyes were filled with tears. "You and daddy were scared. It hurt, I couldn't breathe. Everyone was scared."
Sharon got down to his eye level. "Daddy and I were worried about you, we didn't like seeing you in pain and feeling sick. We just wanted to see you happy again. Now that we are home it feels so good to see you better again." She gave him a kiss on the cheek.
"I not happy, I sad." Stan starts to cry again.
"Why do you feel sad, baby?" Sharon laid him across her lap and started to brush the hair out of his face.
"I don't know, I don't want to get sick and hurt. I scared." He said through his mom's shirt.
"I don't want you to be hurt or sick either baby, so we need to make sure we are extra careful and take your medicine and everything will be back to normal, okay?" Sharon tries to reassure him.
Stan looks up at her and sniffs. "I want you to be careful too."
Sharon's phone goes off and she checks it, a text from Randy. "Hey Sharon, how's Stan? You were going to the grocery store today, right? Can you pick me up some sausages for the game on Sunday?"
Sharon sighs before she answers back. "The same, scared and weepy. I'll try, we'll see how Stan decides to behave when we are there."
"Mommy? We're going to store?" Stan asks, pulling at her sleeve now.
"I think so. I need to pick up things for yours and Kyle's party as well." Sharon gets up wearily, it never ends for her.
"We'll be careful at the store, Mommy?" Stan asked, getting up as well.
"Very careful. You will tell Mommy everything we need to be careful with, right?" She ruffled his hair gently.
"The car, the street, the stove, the stairs."
"Very good Stan!" Sharon takes a hold of his hands and claps them for him.
"Yaaaay." Smiles at his mom as she grabs her purse and straps him into his car seat. "Mommy, what store we going to?"
"We are going to Henry's Grocery; we don't need to get too much. I hope." Sharon sighs and blows a stray hair out of her face as she starts up the car.
"Okayyyy." Stan leans back in his car seat and looks out the window. Fear pricked at his stomach, there were so many bad things that could happen. Stan couldn't get it out of his head. "Mommy? When do I go back to school?"
"You go back on Monday. Are you excited to see your classmates and teacher again?" Sharon smiled at him from the rear-view mirror.
"I miss Kyle and Kenny. Cartman not so much."
Sharon chuckles a bit. "Why is that? I thought the four of you play together."
"He's mad because they're having a party for me and Kyle when it's not our birthday. He wants a party." Stan crosses his arms.
"Oh? Well, I'm sure he will have fun once he sees all the games and food. I think everyone is going to have a good time at the little party."
"Mommy? You'll come to my party?" Stan asked.
"Of course, sweetie, I'm helping out as is Kyle's mom, remember? She is happy both you and Kyle are doing better."
"Kyle's mommy was scared too? Sugar makes Kyle sick?" Stan looked out the window again. "I'm happy for party but I'm still sad."
"That's why we're going to make yummy snacks you can share with Kyle. What can I do to make you not sad, honey?"
"I-dunno. I just sad." Stan continued to stare out the window.
Sharon sighed, worried for her son. "Well, we will have a good time at the grocery store, okay? You can pick out special treats. How does that sound, baby?"
"Okaayyy." Stan sighed as they pulled into the parking lot of the grocery store.
"Do you want to ride in the cart, or do you want to walk, Stan?" Sharon asked as she got Stan out of his car seat.
"I wanna ride." Stan put his hands up to be held again.
Sharon picked him up. It's easier to walk in the parking lot if he wants to be held rather than chase after him. Thankfully he was never much of a dasher like Shelley was.
"We hafta be careful in the street and the car." Stan snuggled against his mother, trying to not let himself keep being scared.
"Yes, we do have to be very careful. We need to be safe when we cross the street. What do we do before we cross a street?" Sharon paused briefly.
"Look both ways." Stan said quietly.
"Yes, very good. Okay, let's look to the left, then to the right. Oh! There's a car coming, let's wait for it to pass." As the car passes Stan grips his mom's shirt, digging his little fingers in. Sharon gives him a concerned hug.
"It's okay Stan, the car is gone, we can walk now." Sharon crosses the street quickly as Stan holds onto her.
"Be careful." Stan buried his head and fingers in his mom's shirt as they passed. When she entered the store, he looked around. "We're at the store, mommy?"
"Yes, we are, let's get a cart." Sharon pried Stan's fingers out of her sweater and with some difficulty got him to sit in the cart. Stan's little eyes go all around the store at everything they have. "Mommy, look, balloons!"
Sharon relaxes a bit to see her son having a good time and acting less fearful. "Yes, those are pretty balloons, aren't they?"
"They're rainbow colors!" Stan bounced in his seat excitedly.
"Rainbows are pretty. I like the ones shaped like a star, aren't they pretty?" Sharon pointed as they passed by in the cart.
"Moon and stars?" "Heart?" Stan puts his hand on his chest. "Strings?"
"These are different strings; these help balloons to float." Sharon explained.
Stan frowns again. Sad and scared when he's reminded of the hospital. He sulks in his shopping cart.
Sharon tries to change the subject. "Say sweetie, do you want to know what special job I have for you?"
Stan looks up. "What's that mommy?"
Sharon touches the side of his face. "You get to help me pick out what we have for dessert! Does that sound fun? Do you want to look at the yummy things in the bakery and choose what we have for dessert?"
Stan smiled a little. "Ok mommy. "
Over by the bakery Stan looked over all the various cakes, cookies, and pies. "Mommy, can we have chocolate?"
"Yes, I love chocolate too. I think a chocolate dessert sounds really yummy! What do you see that has chocolate? Is this chocolate?" Sharon points to a display of apple and peach pies.
"Nooo." Stan giggles.
"Are you sure? What is it then?" She points to the little apple picture on the pie.
"Apple." Stan points to the pie.
"Is it? Wow! Mommy thought it was a banana! That would be yummy too, wouldn't it? I know you love bananas." Sharon smiled at her son.
"Chocolate nanas?"
"That sounds good too. Maybe we can make some at home."
"Mommy chocolate nanas!" Stan giggles again and pretends to bite Sharon's arm.
"Silly boy, mommy isn't chocolate. We'll make some and bring them to your class party."
Stan giggles again. A moment later Laura Tucker comes up with her brand-new baby girl, Tricia. "Hi Sharon. How are you?" She looks over at Stan in shock.
"Hello Laura, I am doing pretty good, ohh, who is this little one?" Sharon peeks into the car seat at the sleeping baby.
Laura beams. "Tricia. She was born last month. Craig is loving being a big brother." Laura lifts the blanket a little for Sharon and Stan to get a better look.
"Do you want to say hi to the baby, Stan?" Sharon asks.
Stan is very shy, he peeks over. "Craig's mommy is sick? She had strings?" He asks Sharon.
"Well, why don't you ask her?" She tells him quietly. She turns to Laura. "He was just in the hospital for a little while, so he's been asking everyone if they've been sick."
Laura turns a judgmental eye at the little boy, a bit pale and eyes bruised. "Yeah, I've heard. His father gave him those black eyes?" She hugged her own newborn closer.
Sharon's eyes narrowed as she stepped protectively in front of her son. "Excuse me? How dare you ask such a question! My husband and I never ever lay a hand on our children!"
"Well, people talk." Laura shrugged.
Stan tugs his mom's shirt. "Mommy? What's black eye? I thought mine were blue?"
Sharon puts a hand on his head again and runs it in his hair. "My son has been very sick. He had a severe allergic reaction and was fighting for his life. You have no right to talk to us like that."
"Yeah sure, Sharon. Well, if you need to get away from your husband, I'm here. Unless you caused those yourself." Laura leaned in closer to get a better look at Stan, which caused him to shrink back.
"I would never want to be around such a condescending woman who would accuse my husband and I of harming our son. Good day." Sharon nods to her baby. "Let's hope your daughter doesn't end up as judgmental as her mother. C'mon Stanley." Sharon steers the cart away and quickly turns a corner, trying to get her rage under control.
Stan's chin quivers and he starts to cry again. "Mommy? I bad?"
Sharon takes a deep breath and hugs her son. "No, you are my perfect angel sweetie. You are a very good boy. You did nothing wrong."
"Mommy? Is my face scary?" Stan touches his cheek.
"No sweetie, it's the most perfect face. You just have a boo boo that's going away." She kisses him on the forehead.
"Why did Craig's mommy say that? Why are you mad, mommy?" Stan asked.
Sharon tried to get her bearings. "I'm just upset that she isn't being very nice to you. She lied and we know lying is not good, don't we?"
"Yeah... but why did she lie? Is she in trouble?"
"Some people just lie even if they know it's not the right thing to do. She's not in trouble but I do wish she chooses not to lie like that again."
Stan looks down and kicks his little feet around. "Mommy? Can we get chocolate ice cream for dessert?"
Sharon can't help but smile. "Yes, we can sweetie. Do you want plain chocolate or the one with the peanut butter cups?"
Stan looked over the choices, remembering the warning from the doctors about allergies. "The ice cream has to be careful. Coconut."
"Yes, very good honey, I'm going to read the back to make sure there is no coconut." Sharon picks up the ice cream tub to read.
As Sharon looked over labels, Stan got a glimpse of himself in the reflection of the ice cream case. "I have boo boos on my eyes." He started to cry again.
Sharon drops the carton to go and hug her son. "Oh, oh baby it's okay, it's okay. They'll go away soon." She kisses him again.
"The hospital didn't make me better. I have boo boos on my eyes and I'm sad and scared all the time." He continued to cry.
"Well sometimes it takes longer for boo boos to heal. You know that it takes a couple days for a scrape on your knee to heal. Right sweetie? Some things take time until they are all better."
Stan clings to his mom. "Will I ever stop being scared?"
"I think so sweetie. But it's okay to be scared, everyone is scared of something. Even mommies."
"What are you scared of mommy?"
"Well let me see." Sharon's true fears were needles and drowning, but she wasn't going to mention either to upset her son more. "I think I am afraid of you, Shelley, or Daddy getting really sick. I want all four of us to be as healthy as can be."
"I'm scared of getting sick too." Stan looks over at the ice cream. "Maybe we shouldn't get it. Be careful of coconut."
"I think this ice cream is good, I don't see the word coconut on it anywhere. Or is there another dessert you want instead?"
"No. I want ice cream." He looks around again. "I don't want to get sick again, I don't want you to be sad and scared. I don't want Craig's mommy to lie."
"Well sweetie, it's okay to be sad and scared. Sometimes it happens and we just have to accept that. But if you ever are sad or scared you can tell me, okay? I'm right here."
"But mommy, I'm always sad and scared. I'm not happy anymore." Stan continued to cry. He took a few deep breaths and hugged Sharon once more. "Can we get cake with our ice cream?"
"Yes sweetie. If there's anything else that I can do to make you happy, tell me. I don't want you to be sad. You're too little to be so sad."
"You're too big to be so sad." Stan said back.
Sharon laughed at this. "Well grownups get sad too, Stanley. There's sadness so there can be happiness."
"Okay, mommy." Stan looked over the cakes. "Can we get rainbow sprinkles?"
"I know you'll feel happy again soon. We can make a cake for our ice cream too, good idea. We need to make a cake for your party as well. Let's see what kind of cake looks good?" Sharon shows Stan the various cake mixes.
"Blue cake?" Stan asked, "Or chocolate?"
"Well, we have to think of Daddy and sissy too. They might not want chocolate cake and chocolate ice cream. Maybe we can get a white cake with that yummy cream cheese frosting and sprinkles?" She picked up a box to show him.
"That sounds good. We just have to be careful of coconut and the stove." Stan said solemnly.
"Yes, let's read the label to make sure you can eat it. This cake mix looks good. Oh, but we don't want this frosting, it has coconut. She shows him the can of frosting that has a picture of a coconut.
Stan shrinks back in his seat. "I don't wanna touch it. I'll get sick and make mommy sad."
"Good boy, let's put this one back. Let's get this frosting here and lastly, sprinkles! You're going to be my little baker when we get home?"
"Yes mommy." Stan spies something out of the corner of his eye as they pass the produce department and covers his eyes in fear. "Mommy. Coconuts." Indeed, there is a big stack of coconuts for sale in the front of the fruit display.
"Oh no! That's a lot of coconuts! We need to be extra extra careful. Let's not even look at them."
Sharon quickly steered the cart to the meat section. "Now your father wants sausages. I have no idea which kind he wanted; he likes them all."
Sharon looked down at her phone as she texted her husband about the sausages. Stan slowly started to cry again. Sharon looked up. "Honey what's wrong?"
"I'm scared of the coconuts." Stan clings to Sharon again, grabbing onto her shirt.
"The coconuts can't hurt you if I'm here. Just hold on to me and you'll be okay." She soothed him as she tossed a pack of sausages in the cart.
Stan continued to hold onto his mom. "I sorry, mommy."
"You didn't do anything wrong Stan. You're okay." She hugged him back.
Stan hugged his mom again, wondering if he would ever shake his bad feelings. "Mommy? I still scared."
"I know baby, you'll get well soon. We're almost done at the store. A nice nap and we can make the cake for the party on Monday."
Monday morning and Stan's first day back to school. Stan clung to his mom as she helped lead him into his preschool class. He got scared when she said she had to leave, he almost started to cry again when someone approached him.
Kyle went up to greet him. "Hi, Stan! What's wrong?"
Stan sniffed and hugged Kyle. "I missed you." He gave his best friend a hug. "We're much better now and can play. Be careful with coconuts and sugar."
"You be careful with coconuts and sugar." He hugs him tighter. "Let's go play."
Cartman saw his lame friends talking. They were standing in front of the building blocks he suddenly wanted.
"H- hi Cartman." Stan waved. Arms still around Kyle. "You wanna play with Kyle and me?"
"Pfff no lame-os, you're just standing by MY blocks!" Cartman demanded.
Kyle's eyes narrowed. "It's not just your blocks, fat boy! They're everyone's!"
"I guess you're both back. Lame. Why do you get a party for being sick?" Cartman yelled back at Kyle.
"Cus me and Stan were really really sick. I don't want to play blocks. Have Stan choose our game." Kyle started to put the blocks away.
Stan looked over at the toys. "Cowboys?" He said.
Cartman grinned now. "I'm the head Cowboy an' we kill Kyle da bad guy, 'Kay Stan?"
"No kill." Stan's expression darkened. "I don't want Kyle to die."
"Aww but- but kill da Jew is a fun game." Cartman whined.
Kyle put an arm around Stan. "Don't play die. It's scaring Stan and we're both much better. Let's play something else."
"You don't have to." Stan sat down, letting out a sad sigh.
Kyle took a stuffed tiger from the shelf he was putting the blocks on. "Help, help. Oh no we have to save this tiger, cowboys! Tiger gets band aids. Tiger gets strings to be better."
"Strings?" Cartman asks. "That's stupid."
Stan looks between them, hugging his knees to his chest.
"Yeah, strings make me and Stan better. My mommy told me. You gots strings here- dere- dere." Kyle pointed at Stan's face, chest, arms.
Cartman rolled his eyes. "Dummy, Stan got no strings."
Stan shrinks back, he's embarrassed to be focused on that. "Mommy!" He cries.
"I got really sick but I'm much better now." Kyle declared. He put a hand on Stan's shoulder. "You're much better now too, please don't be sad. I sad too."
Stan says nothing but gets up and hugs Kyle again, still crying for his mom.
"Stan, Stan what's wrong? Teacher! Teacher!" Kyle called out.
Miss Claridge came up and scooped Stan up, placing him on her lap. "What's wrong, Stanley? I know it's hard to come back to school when you've been sick. You can sit with me until you feel like playing again."
Kyle went up and also placed his head on the teacher's shoulder, carefully touching his crying friend's face. "He sad." Kyle said. "I sad too."
Stan sniffs and holds his hands out to Kyle. "I sorry." He whispers.
Miss Claridge smiles. "You don't have to be sorry, Stan. One good thing is both your mommies will be here at lunch time and we'll have a little party. Doesn't that sound fun? Are you boys ready for circle time?" Stan sniffed and nodded. He got up and went over to hug Kyle again.
Kyle hugs him back. "I just want you happy, Stan!"
Cartman came up now. "I don't."
Miss Claridge looked over at Cartman. "Eric, remember to be kind and how would you feel if you were sick in the hospital and back to school after two weeks. We need to support our friends." She got up and called out. "Ok, kids. It's circle time!"
Kyle grabbed Stan's hand. "Yay! C'mon Stan!"
Stan allowed himself to be led to circle time and sat next to Kyle. He rested his head on Kyle's shoulder.
Miss Claridge leads the kids in a song and counting exercise. She doesn't want to single out Stan since he's acting shy, but she decided to do an emotion lesson to bring him out of his shell.
She pulls out a large card with a smiley face. "What are you when your face looks like this? Yes, Butters?"
"Ah, happy!" Butters smiles.
Miss Claridge nods. "Very good. What do we do when our friends are happy?"
Kyle put his arms around Stan again. "We give 'em hugs! And play with them!"
"We make them cry!" Cartman laughs.
"Eric!" Miss Claridge scolds him. She pulls out another card with a scared face. "Ok Eric, what is this emotion?"
"Um. Bad?" Cartman guessed.
"it's a scared face stupid!" Kyle yelled.
Cartman raised his hand. "Teacher! The Jew is being mean!"
"Boys! Do I have to put you two in time out?" Miss Claridge scolded.
Stan shivered and leaned more on Kyle, holding his hand. Miss Claridge kept an eye on him. "What do we do for our friends when they're scared?" She asked.
"We say, it's okay, Stan. You're my best buddy and I love you!" Kyle piped up.
Stan started to cry again and buried his face in Kyle's shoulder.
"Ok good. We say nice things to our friends." Miss Claridge says. "Stan, sweetie are you okay?"
"No." Stan said from Kyle's shoulder, he was so embarrassed.
"You're okay Stan. We good friends and brothers." Kyle hugged him.
"Ok class." Miss Claridge holds up a sad face. "What is this face?"
Butters frowns. "I don't like that face."
"That's Stan's face since he got here today." Craig deadpanned, raising his middle finger to Stan and his friends.
"I want the happy face back." Kyle said.
Stan looked up at Kyle, now all eyes on him. "I don't know how." He cried again.
Miss Claridge almost considered sending Stan to the nurse or having his parents pick him up, but she clapped her hands again. "Ok children. playground time!"
The children broke out into excited chatter as the circle was broken up. Stan followed the rest of his class as they ran outside. He looked over the playground, fear gripped his stomach.
Kyle sat with Stan at the edge of the playground. "Listen, I know it's hard to be hurting and be sad."
"I hurt here." Stan gestured to his chest.
"Strings?" Kyle asked.
"I...scared." Stan cried again.
Kyle sighed, "Stan we're much better! Do you want band aids, Stan? I don't gots any, but the nurse does."
"Nooo." Stan shook his head. "I need a hug." He held his arms out to Kyle again.
Kyle just sits and hugs him. "It's ok. You can be sad. You'll be happy soon."
A hungover Carol McCormick drove through traffic, trying to be careful. She lit a cigarette at a stop light and looked back to her little son Kenny strapped in his car seat. It had been a shock Kenny had been reborn and grown to his original age overnight. Carol drank to forget the pain but it still meant the kid needed to go to school. She was determined to get him there, even if Kenny was an hour late.
Carol parked and put out the tip of her cigarette, she could smoke the rest on the drive home. She quickly got Kenny out and grabbed him by the hand to take him into the classroom.
"Look Kenny, your friends are on the playground. Have a good day. Be careful." She stopped and placed a rare kiss on his hooded head as the little boy squirmed away and ran out onto the playground.
"Hey guys. Long time no see." Kenny grinned as he came running up to Stan and Kyle. "What's wrong?"
"Stan's scared and sad." Kyle said as Stan refused to lift his head from Kyle's jacket.
"I have an idea." Kenny grabbed both Kyle and Stan's hands and led them over to the merry go round. "Sit down, Stan." Kenny said eagerly.
Stan hesitated but Kenny pushed him up onto the seat. "You can hold on as tight as you want. We'll spin you slowly." Kenny encouraged.
Stan sat in the middle and Kenny looked over at Kyle. "Ready?"
Stan nods. "Ok, Kyle! spin! Spin!" Kenny yells.
Stan sat cross legged, looking at the blur of his friends, one green and one orange. The orange blur jumped up and grabbed hold of his hands. "It's fun right? Just let go."
Stan took a breath and stood up on shaky legs. Taking in the cool fresh feeling of air on his face. He was grateful for that feeling again, his spirit lifted a bit and he smiled for the first time that day. Another hand reached out as Kyle jumped on the merry go round as well.
"Let's go together Stan! Spin together!" Kyle let out a happy laugh.
Stan started to loosen up as he jumped with Kenny and Kyle on the merry go round. "Wheee!" He let out, trying to swallow the pin pricks of anxiety in his stomach. "Thank you, guys."
"I knew you'd have fun! Let's go again! Again!
Go reach for the stars!" Kenny yelled as he hung off the side recklessly.
Stan jumped off and grabbed hold, running to get the merry go round spinning fast again. "This is fun you guys!" He yelled as the golden sun finally broke through the clouds.
Author's Notes: Violet Place 2 coming soon to a fan fiction site near you.