just know that you're not alone || I'm gonna make this place your home [p, Tapi]

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    [align=center][color=black][b]Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
    Somewhere along in the bitterness
    And I would have stayed up with you all night
    Had I known how to save a life


    [img width=510 height=381]http://images5.fanpop.com/imag…yaoi-24536669-600-449.jpg[/img]


    As I understand the jist of this thread is to be a Craig x Stan plot. So, I'll try to make a plot right now. >~<
    Ok, so...


    I can't think of a plot ;~;. But how about this basic idea?


    ~Stan has come out of a break up with Wendy and became depressed~

    [color=white][size=3]funny enough that's the first thing I thought of }}


    [img width=510 height=440]http://24.media.tumblr.com/tum…nu4YIfm1qhb0dto1_1280.png[/img]
    What’s wrong with my tongue?
    These words keep slipping away
    I stutter
    I stumble
    Like I’ve got nothing to say
    Yes, I'm feeling nervous
    Trying to be so perfect
    Cause I know you're worth it
    You're worth it
    Yeah


    Yes, I’m wishing my life away
    With these things I’ll never say


    If I could say what I want to say
    I’d say I want to blow you away
    Be with you every night
    Am I squeezing you too tight?
    If I could say what I want to see
    I want to see you go down
    On one knee
    Marry me today
    Yes, I’m wishing my life away
    With these things I’ll never say


    These things I'll never say


    ________ ///


    [font=georgia]
    A pile of used tissues littered Stan's room under his feet.
    This was his first break up with Wendy since they were in elementary school
    And it wasint this that scared him, it was that now he could slip and accidentally show everyone his secret.
    Stan liked boys. A lot, and not girls anymore -- hiding this for years now.
    With Kenny chasing after endless girls and Cartman hooked up with Kyle and Butters with Red --
    He was left alone in his room with a large beer bottle in his hand and sniffling away
    The faint muffled sound of Shelly's music in another room his only company.

    Craig was in a similar scene. He was at Token's house with Clyde and Token. They were all lying on Token's bed watching random old horror movies while eating popcorn. Clyde was the one who just came out of a breakup with Bebe. There were tissues on the floor from earlier but he seemed to be cheering up at the cheesiness of the 50's horrors. He was laying with his head on Craig's shoulder, a soft smile on his face. Token was already asleep, however, not mocking the other two of how gay they looked. Craig had a blank face other than the corners of his lips curled upwards slightly at his acheivement of cheering Clyde up.

    Happy Holidays
    [sub]
    [size=2]||Was the night before Christmas and forty below
    When Snoopy went up in search of his foe
    He spied the Red Baron and fiercely they fought
    With ice on his wings, Snoopy knew he was caught


    The Baron had Snoopy dead in his sights
    He reached for the trigger to pull it up tight --
    Why he didn't shoot, well, we'll never know.
    Or was it the bells from the village below? [color=pink]♥||[/size]


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    [font=georgia][color=white]Stan staggered to his feet with the large bottle of alcohol.
    He coughed, swerving where he stood unsteadily before stumbling down the stairs.
    Thankfully his mom was at work and Randy was off today with Jimbo and Ned.
    And even if Shelly wasint too busy in her room, she wouldint care if he was drinking or not.
    Stan whent outside, taking the occasional sip and trying to not trip.
    He reached around Token's house when a group of bigger teens went up from behind him.
    "Look, little Marsh is crying.
    And his little Jewish boyfriend is too busy f*cking it up with the fat kid to save him."
    The 3 kids broke out in an obnoxious chorus of squeals and laughter.
    "Leave me alone." Stan tried to defend but was pushed down hard onto the sidewalk --
    His drink's bottle shattered on the side along with him.
    The teens began to pound and kick him on the ground with Stan defenseless.[/b]

    Craig heard shouting outside and left Clyde to check it out. He went to the window to see the Winsley brothers and growled. They beating up yet another kid. He walked down the stairs, not seeming to be in any hurry, though his slowness was from exhaustion and not wanting to wake anyone else up.
    He reached the door and yawned as he turned the doorknob.

    Happy Holidays
    [sub]
    [size=2]||Was the night before Christmas and forty below
    When Snoopy went up in search of his foe
    He spied the Red Baron and fiercely they fought
    With ice on his wings, Snoopy knew he was caught


    The Baron had Snoopy dead in his sights
    He reached for the trigger to pull it up tight --
    Why he didn't shoot, well, we'll never know.
    Or was it the bells from the village below? [color=pink]♥||


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    [color=white]"Someone's coming out! Retreat!"
    The boy ran off to leave a bruised and bleeding Stan tattered on the ground, helpless.

    Not noticing who it was, his known worst enemy at school, he walked over. "Dude, you alright?" HE asked, kneeling beside him with a blank expression on his face.

    Happy Holidays
    [sub]
    [size=2]||Was the night before Christmas and forty below
    When Snoopy went up in search of his foe
    He spied the Red Baron and fiercely they fought
    With ice on his wings, Snoopy knew he was caught


    The Baron had Snoopy dead in his sights
    He reached for the trigger to pull it up tight --
    Why he didn't shoot, well, we'll never know.
    Or was it the bells from the village below? [color=pink]♥||


    ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰


    [color=white]There was a small sniffling sound, a crying sound.
    Stan rose his bloodied and scraped face, tears falling from his cheeks and hiccuping, still a bit drunk.
    He was too drunk to even recognize Craig, whom he rested his head on his shoulder for support.
    "My face-- hic! -- hurts!" he whined

    He was too bloody for Craig to recognize fully, but sensing as he was drunk, he didn't care about dropping his sheild a bit. He smirked, petting the drunker one's hair in attempt to comfort him. "Well, of course, you idiot. You just got beat up by the Winsley's."

    Happy Holidays
    [sub]
    [size=2]||Was the night before Christmas and forty below
    When Snoopy went up in search of his foe
    He spied the Red Baron and fiercely they fought
    With ice on his wings, Snoopy knew he was caught


    The Baron had Snoopy dead in his sights
    He reached for the trigger to pull it up tight --
    Why he didn't shoot, well, we'll never know.
    Or was it the bells from the village below? [color=pink]♥||


    ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰


    [color=white]Stan used him as support to get to his feet, his beanie half off his head
    His signature brown coat spotted with blood drops and his mittens torn.
    "I need to get home, my mom'll worry...." he slurred, forgetting his mom was gone.
    He tried to stumble away but fell over into the snow this time.

    Craig walked over and pulled him up. "Dude, she'll worry more if you show up like this. I'll send her a text that you're okay."

    Happy Holidays
    [sub]
    [size=2]||Was the night before Christmas and forty below
    When Snoopy went up in search of his foe
    He spied the Red Baron and fiercely they fought
    With ice on his wings, Snoopy knew he was caught


    The Baron had Snoopy dead in his sights
    He reached for the trigger to pull it up tight --
    Why he didn't shoot, well, we'll never know.
    Or was it the bells from the village below? [color=pink]♥||


    ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰


    [color=white]uh, I don't know if you got my message and I didint whanna bug you by resending it
    I made this thread if you whanna help me out. You got me wanting to do shipping RPs. ;w;
    So I made a Kyman thread if you whanna do it with me while we do this....
    http://warriorcatsrpg.com/index.php?topic=832482.new#new }}


    "I left my cell at my house."
    Stan told him, which was a lie seeming it was in his pocket.

    Happy Holidays
    [sub]
    [size=2]||Was the night before Christmas and forty below
    When Snoopy went up in search of his foe
    He spied the Red Baron and fiercely they fought
    With ice on his wings, Snoopy knew he was caught


    The Baron had Snoopy dead in his sights
    He reached for the trigger to pull it up tight --
    Why he didn't shoot, well, we'll never know.
    Or was it the bells from the village below? [color=pink]♥||


    ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰


    [color=white]Stan blinked and stared as if he had no clue what he was talking about.
    Blood continued to fall on the snow, In a surprisingly large amount.

    "Just come on. Let's get you inside." HE picked Stan up in bridal position, ignoring any complaints that came from him.

    Happy Holidays
    [sub]
    [size=2]||Was the night before Christmas and forty below
    When Snoopy went up in search of his foe
    He spied the Red Baron and fiercely they fought
    With ice on his wings, Snoopy knew he was caught


    The Baron had Snoopy dead in his sights
    He reached for the trigger to pull it up tight --
    Why he didn't shoot, well, we'll never know.
    Or was it the bells from the village below? [color=pink]♥||


    ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰


    [color=white]Stan didint seem to mind, comfortable in his arms
    He giggled and touched his face with his slightly torn mittens
    "Heyyy handsome." he said in a strange voice, giving a huge grin.

    "You're so stupid." he said, smirking. He opened the door and walked inside where it was much warmer than outside was. He headed to the bathroom closest to the door so it would be easier to clean this kid off and not get blood anywhere else in the house.

    Happy Holidays
    [sub]
    [size=2]||Was the night before Christmas and forty below
    When Snoopy went up in search of his foe
    He spied the Red Baron and fiercely they fought
    With ice on his wings, Snoopy knew he was caught


    The Baron had Snoopy dead in his sights
    He reached for the trigger to pull it up tight --
    Why he didn't shoot, well, we'll never know.
    Or was it the bells from the village below? [color=pink]♥||


    ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰


    [color=white]Stan was perched on a toilet seat, the lid of it down so he could sit.
    It was safe to say even if Clyde was in there before he would know to immidiatly put the seat down.
    Stan took off his beanie and shook out his dark hair, blinking tiredly.

    Craig got one of the towels of of the rack and wet it, coming over to Stan. He started wiping the blood off of the noirette's face as he asked, "So what brought you outside of Token's?"

    Happy Holidays
    [sub]
    [size=2]||Was the night before Christmas and forty below
    When Snoopy went up in search of his foe
    He spied the Red Baron and fiercely they fought
    With ice on his wings, Snoopy knew he was caught


    The Baron had Snoopy dead in his sights
    He reached for the trigger to pull it up tight --
    Why he didn't shoot, well, we'll never know.
    Or was it the bells from the village below? [color=pink]♥||


    ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰


    [color=white]"I was looking for one of my friends. I was going to Stark's Pond."
    Of course, Stan failed to mention his friends had been neglecting them and they were not coming.
    As the blood came off, it was very clear who he was, his blue eyes darkened with sadness.