Stan's POV

""Radio show?" I say into my phone. Cartman is calling me, talking about some opportunity the school's giving me.

"Apparently the campus has its own radio station, the rich bastards… Anyways since their star DJ's graduating this semester. Who'd really better to host the show than you?" I just roll my eyes even though I know he can't see it, his flattery is really desperate. I know why he's doing it, a spot on air would definitely boost my popularity throughout campus and it would look great when I start my career. I don't see any harm in it, who knows? It might be fun.

"Why'd they tell you though? Wouldn't it have been easier if they just called me and asked me straight up?"

"Well I AM your manager" He says loudly, it's like he's staking his claim. "They brought it up to me when they called me to ask if you wanted to come on the show."

"Come on the show? As like a guest?" I say surprisingly at him.

"Yeah, that's why they called me in the first place, to invite you on." He states matter-of-factly.

"And you didn't think of telling me this first because?"

"Because one issue is more important than the other and I don't have to tell you which one it is."

"Fine, I do it. When's the show?"

"Next Saturday, and your first session for your show starts on the third week. They're nice enough to give you an extra week to 'enjoy your new college life'"

"Sure, I've gotta go now. I'm at my mom's place."

"You're visiting her? Why didn't you call me?"

"I tried but your phone was silent yesterday, next time I'll drag you along. I'll tell her you said hi." I hang up and sigh. It's true that Cartman is an unholy son of a bitch, but if he is one thing, that's a mama's boy. When his mom left for Los Angeles last year, he didn't show it much, but he was hurt and blamed his mom and that man for what he called his weakness. Since Cartman is one of my 'friends', mom stepped in and offered to help him through this. It is sad to say that in that retrospect, Cartman is like family to me, even if I hate his guts, he still cares for my mom like his own.

"Was that Eric, Stan?" Mom asks as she walks out the kitchen.

"Yeah, mom. He told me that the campus radio station wants me to join them." I move over to the couch and sit next to her.

"That's great, Stanley. I've never seen you happier since you found your music. I'm so proud of you. So how was your first week at Boulder?"

"The usual, mom. Orientations, first classes, projects and assignments all handed out on a little list."

"Will you be able to handle a bi-weekly radio show too? I mean you already have your music, your girlfriend and your schoolwork."

"I'll be fine mom, and I will still come visit you every Friday."

"Have you been to see Shelly lately?"

I flinch as soon as I hear her name. I hate that she left that scar on me, I hate that she still has a grip on me, even when she's not here. "No, mom."

She sighs, probably knows what she said must have triggered some bad memories. "I know what she did is wrong and I don't blame you if you never forgive her. But she is still your sister, I hope that we can at least talk to her again, all of us." Yup, she does. They always say mom knows best, but this time I honestly doubt that.

"I'll think about it." A white lie. I know that I'll never consider staying in the same room as that monster. She blames me for everything, her words still burned into my ears. You don't deserve to be fucking happy! Maybe I don't, maybe I still see the world as shit sometimes but that doesn't mean she has to take it out on me.

"Ok then, I've asked a psychiatrist to help Shelly with her issues, with what she did and being in jail, I hope it would resolve whatever caused her behaviour." She sighs and looks up at the clock, "I have a bookclub meeting at the library in half an hour. Thanks for coming and visiting me, Stan. Next time bring Eric and Wendy too, it's been a long time since I've seen her."

"I'll try, mom. You know how much of an overachiever she can be." I give her a hug before I walk to the driveway and start my drive back to my apartment.

When Cartman told me about the radio show, I assume that what I'm guesting in is also a radio show but I soon realise I am horribly wrong. The show I'm appearing in is a video podcast run by the students. This leads me to where I am now, standing outside the communications building with my trusty guitar on my back. "Hello, Stanley Marsh, is it?" I turn to see a girl in her early 20s standing in front of me, wearing a formal jacket over a red shirt with jeans, her hair dyed blue tied into a high ponytail with a few piercing on her left ear. This isn't me being racist or anything, but the one thing I noticed quite quickly is she seems Asian, her high cheek bones and her facial features. I wouldn't think she's mixed if not for her big sliver grey eyes and her fair skin tone.

"I'm Sue Andrews. Thank you so much for doing this. I'm sure you're gonna love it here." Says the girl as she gives me a firm handshake.

"Thanks, Sue and it's Stan. I brought my guitar in case you want me to play something live."

"That's awesome, but it depends on Jake and I think he's more into talking that singing." She laughs. She gestures me into the building, leading me through the building. We talk to each other as she talks more about the production and herself. Sue's a pretty amazing girl, at the age of 21, she's not only the assistant manager of the programs in the building but also the director of BC live, the name of their podcast.

She brings me to a waiting room / dressing room and I raise an eyebrow at her. "Just because it's just a podcast doesn't mean we treat it any less as a proper TV talk show. So you still need to get ready." She explains. To be honest, I'm a little caught off guard, I didn't expect such professionalism from an online podcast show but clearly, they're proving me otherwise.

Suddenly, I hear a ring tone go off. I check my phone to see that it's not mine. "Sorry, it's mine." Sue picks up her phone and starts talking to whoever's on the other end. I sit down on one of the chair and start tuning my guitar. "Sorry, Stan but our other guest is here. I've gotta go. Kate's doing your makeup and she should be here any minute now." Other guest? There's someone else but me? "Ok then, see ya Sue." I don't want to see nosy now. I'll be able to meet him once he gets here anyways.

Sure enough, like 10 seconds after Sue leaves another girl steps into the room with a small makeup kit in hand, shoulder length brown hair and a pair of eyes brimming with innocence. "You must be Kate, then?" I ask her, knowing full well the answer. "Yup, that's me. Sue must've told you I was coming." She says in a sweet childlike voice. She definitely sounds younger than she looks, she looks like a college student but her voice reminds me of someone in middle school.

"Yeah Sue told me, so what do you need me to do to make your magic?" She giggles at my remark. Ok, she doesn't just sound like one, she acts like one too. "Just sit down at the dressing table and relax."

I do as she says and she starts taking out stuff from her makeup kit. I catch her stealing a few glances at me. "You know it's not nice to stare." I joke and her face reddens. I guess she didn't think I'd catch her. "Sorry, I'm just such a fan of your songs." I smile and nod, I should have known that she's a fan. I feel kinda bad for putting her in this position now.

"Nah, it's cool. Thanks for the support." I say and give her a smile, Cartman says that I should act more like the Jonas Brothers when they were still a thing before we indirectly ruined their careers as a boy band, it's a long story. But I don't really like that. I don't mind acting a little flirty but acting like I'm above them? Fuck that, I'd rather act like the boy next door or something gay like that.

She obviously seems more relaxed after that and her mouth forms a wide grin on her face. She talks about my songs and about Boulder as she applies some foundation on my face. Hey, when you have a girlfriend who constantly wants you to do her makeup for her, you learn a few things. Kate also works as a bartender at a local club, one I've never heard of but it's apparently the hottest place for students to go to, or sneak into most of the times. "You should definitely drop by, come see me at the bar and I'll give you a free drink."

"Kate, is he done? We go on in 5 minutes!" I say Sue's voice as her head appears through the doorway.

"Yeah, he's done. Where's the other one?"

"No time, he'll just go on without it. Stan, come with me. We have to get to the set NOW!"

Well, now I know what Sue sounds like under pressure and I do not want to see what would happen if she blows up. I jump off the seat and follow Sue down the hallway to a door with a sign with the words ON AIR on it. What I see after entering the room makes me freeze on the point. There are 2 figures who are looking at me, one with spiky brown hair dressed in a casual suit, and the another one with green eyes and fiery red curls hidden under a lime green ushanka.

A/N: The couple meet again at last, also please welcome OC #2, Sue Andrews.

Next week, we'll be following Stan along with his awkward reintroduction.

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