FUCK ME I'M SO LATE WATTPAD DIDN'T WORK FOR SHIT I'M SO FUCKING SORRY I HAVE 10 HOURS OF THIS WEEK LEFT.
Warnings: Based on my granny's memory. Cursing.
Ages: 21.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Craig's POV.

"Don't. I'll open it for you."

Oh is this really what I get from being in an accident? I get treated like a child. Fucking Trucker, should've watched out instead of watching his phone and driving to the sidewalk. He's happy I might be able to move my leg after going through a lot of shit.

"I really don't need it."

Stan laughs and helps me in, putting his bag against the wall. Fucks sake.

"So! Welcome back home!"

I roll my eyes and sit down. He nods.

It was funny really, I was expecting that to be Tweek, Clyde, Token... hell, Jimmy could help me out. If they were busy, maybe Lola or Nichole.

But no, Stan stepped up to the task. He was the first to show up at the hospital after the incident and he took the task of helping me out.

I wasn't expecting him to mean that he would actually do it. Felt weird to think of that possibility, he actually decided to do it. He got up and did it, without a second thought. It felt weird to think he would, we've never had the warmest relationship.

"Hey.... thanks."

He turns his head and smiles.

"Don't worry about it, Craig, I'm always doing these things."

He closes his phone with a long sigh.

"You're not exactly doing this from the goodness of your heart. I can see what you're doing."

He nods.

"I just-look, I just needed to get away from her for a bit to figure out what the fuck to do."

"What's the problem?"

"I caught her again. Fucking again. Guy's barely 18 and he talks about marrying her."

"Ouch."

"Oh yeah. We got into a fight and I said some pretty awful shit."

"What did you say?"

"'Is this one enough or will you start clinging to the next fucking child you can catch? Is the next one ten or something?'"

"It wasn't that bad."

"Well she threw a fucking fit. I started staying with Wendy for a while but she started tormenting Wendy so I had to fuck off. Stayed with Kyle and when I heard about this, I thought I could help and get the fuck away from her. Just for a moment to make fucking sure of what I do."

I nod, as we both quiet down.

"You did right."

"I guess. I just don't know if I'm breaking up with her or not."

"I'm not an expert but I believe you should... unless you're fine with someone fucking someone else."

"Yeah, I guess.... thanks Craig."

I nod and just close my eyes from a moment.

"Hey. I'll get you a glass of water," he says.

"Why?"

"You have pills."

"Oh yeah. How did you remember that better than I did?"

"I've always looked after people with pills. My dad being a first actually."

"Oh... what kind?"

"Depression.... I got my pills after him and then came my mom."

"You're all depressed?"

"Y-yeah, Shelly included."

"That's... wow."

Stan laughs and turns on the water.

"I don't have a hard case of depression, that's my dad. My mom's got what we call an easy case and Shelly is better by now. I'm just a little thing we call middle depression, so it's very much hard for me to life without-shit, I'm not supposed to use you as a therapist."

"Talk freely."

I'm a bit more quiet, I like acting like a quiet person and listening. So I'm fine with him telling about his life on the daily.... it's fine to me. I've always been something of a therapist to my friends, even if everyone thinks I'm a cold person. I can live with my reputation, sure, but it's weird to get the idea of being cold and evil, it's not nice. I'm not cold, Tweek has tried to tell them, Clyde as well. It's because I'm quiet that people seem to think I'm judging, I never really judge people based on what they tell me.

"My dad came out," he says.

"Oh that's-."

"Putting a halt to me coming out."

"Why?"

"Because..... arg.... I don't want to feed into the stereotype that being queer comes in the family."

I laugh, actually laugh.

"It's not something that should stop you from acting on your feeling. If you feel you need to come out, you should."

He nods and gives me the water.

"I'll get your pills."

I nod and he walks away.

"What will you do about your girlfriend?"

"Probably break up. But I wanna put a final nail on the coffin."

"She's moving onto something better."

"I'm fucking Stan Marsh, I'm the best she'll fucking get."

I laugh yet again, I haven't even laughed this much in fucking ages.

"That's quite the spirit."

"If I don't have spirit, I start crying."

"Yeah, I prefer the attitude I guess."

He nods and puts pills in my hand. I take them with the water and he sits down next to me.

"Oh, voicemail."

"Open it."

He nods and opens it.

"Hey..... um..... how do I say this? I wanna break up. You see, I feel like you don't appreciate me. Don't get me wrong, sex was great but seemed like all you cared about. Bye!"

There is a moment in which Stan just processes it.

"What did she take me for?" He asks, after a moment.

"Was the sex great?"

"Haven't thought about it, have had better partners."

"Oooh."

"She cried, every time. Not because it was shit, for some reason she just did."

"Oh fuck, that one hurts."

"Yeeeeah. It was weird as fuck to be fucking honest. Like, I'm pretty good. So Kenny says at least."

"Are you now?"

"I could show you if your foot was in condition."

I kiss him.

"You could show me later."

"For sure."