A/N: I'm bad because I started something new… I don't know who you kids are rooting for these days, but this is a STAN/CRAIG. I like them together even though it almost feels like twincest. :3

Warning: the gays come out to play, and it might get pretty graphic in later chapters. Also, underage drinking, drugs, sex. Offensive language. Nothing you wouldn't see in the actual show!

Disclaimer: it's not mine, sorry:D

prologue

The days were cold, but the nights were even colder. I remember every moment like it was yesterday, even though it was more than a year ago. I guess I only remember since it was around this time of year that it happened, more miserable now because he said it wasn't goodbye forever, but if he has until forever to decide to talk to me again, how long do I have to wait?

Don't get me wrong, I know that I sound obsessive, but you don't really get it unless you were actually there, but the only other person that was there besides me, was him…

I guess I should start at the beginning.

I met Stan at one of those parties. My friend was dating his friend, and we were introduced almost by force, and automatically I knew I liked what seemed to be his normalcy. I was weird, and everyone there knew it, but Stan didn't really seem to mind as much as other people.

We quickly became good friends and hung out together more than we really should have. He told me all of his secrets, and pried me for mine. He told me all about his girlfriend, Wendy, and asked me why I didn't have one. I just shrugged it off, there was no way I was going to explain to him that I couldn't get one because girls thought I was weird!

It went on that way for the longest time, and I felt relieved at finally having found a friend that I could trust and just rely on. Life suddenly felt so satisfying, like I hadn't even known that I had an empty spot inside of me. It actually felt good.

Then one day, he kissed me.

It wasn't as if he meant to, I don't think… We were at Bebe's house for her annual Christmas party, sitting next to the Jacuzzi, drunk out of our minds and half of us freezing from the snow that littered the ground next to us. Stan was fumbling for a lighter so that he could finish smoking his joint (which kept going out because of the splashing water and the outside cold) and he suddenly dropped everything in the pool, lowering his face into his hands and sniffling hard. I had half a mind to just push him in, but I asked him what was wrong instead.

"Wendy's a fucking whore."

I raised an eyebrow. "Wendy. The same Wendy who gets straight A's and wouldn't come to this party because she's straight edge? THAT Wendy?"

Stan dumbly nodded, looking up at me, his face looking smushed because his hands were still vaguely holding his head up. "She didn't come to this party because she's fucking Token."

"Man, you're drunk.."

"NO! I'm serious!" Stan jumped up, standing dangerously close to the edge of the water. "I SAW them! The other night… I went over because I don't know, I just wanted to see her, but she was.. With him.."

I stood up, and carefully lead him away from the water. He let out some kind of hysterical sob and pushed onto me, but being as drunk as I was, we both fell tumbling into the water, my head grazing the first step dangerously close, and landing with a audible thunk on the second. I saw stars for a moment, and then I was flailing to get Stan off of me so i could get my head out of the water to breathe. He was still clinging to me, ranting about Wendy and how she was a whore. Oh, sorry, a fucking whore.

"You would never do that to me, right?"

I stopped trying to get him off me when he said that. He stared at me with a certain clarity in him, and I shook my head, suddenly feeling my throat go dry. "Never."

And that's when he kissed me.

It was mostly sloppy, no real romance involved. My first instinct was to pull away, but the alcohol slowed my reflexes, and by the time my body got around to following what my mind was thinking, my mind was thinking something completely different. My arms wrapped around him, and pushed him back, but only so I could move forward and so we both couldn't drown. In the back of my mind, I remembered that there was a party, but I couldn't stop myself from making out with my new best friend.

My mind screamed that I was being a pervert, but that just spurred me on more, enjoying the way his tongue wrapped around mine, and the hot water around us, and how he shivered because the cold just got colder.