I've discovered how hard writing these boys older actually is, they have had so many struggles most kids have at like 14! Also, shout out to my past self insisting I'd do an another song one shot. Satellite by Gabbie Hannah this time. So I don't have to make up a plot!
Warnings: Cursing.
Ages: 17 both.
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Stan's POV.

Sometimes it feels like I'm surrounded by stars when I feel like I'm nothing much... I can see shooting stars, I can get anything... these thing are nice and they're said that if you wish upon them that wish will come true... I'm trying, I really am, I do wish but they don't hear me wishin'.

"Hey," Someone mutters, going past me. It's funny how a crowded room
can feel so damn alone.

I want them to know what I think but, obviously, they can't hear my mind...Maybe they're just not listening.

"Why does this happen to me?" I ask myself.

I know this it how it's supposed to be so I remind myself... i'm better off on my own. It's fine, I've tried getting rid of the pain, doesn't work. Sometimes I feel like I've been standing on the edge for way too long. Both figuratively and literally. I'm sort of just waiting for the place that I belong. I have friends, I have Kyle I guess but I feel kind of out of place. I'm a satellite so to speak, and I feel like I belong with other satellites. Honestly, the only one I knew was Craig, he's still the only one I know. And I talk to him. I do. I should go talk again, he feels out of place as well.

"Hey," I say, tapping Craig's shoulder.

"Hey," he answers.

"I just feel like I'm a satellite right now," I say.

He nods.

"I feel like I'm on the outside, looking in," i say.

Craig waves his byes to turned backs.

"I'm sorry they aren't paying attention," I say.

"They don't know just where I've been," he answers.

I nod along.

"'I'm a satellite' like you so damn poetically put it," Craig says.

"Unless you let me in," i say, hopeful.

He drags me out. Nobody is even missing us, I damn know. We have friends, sure, but they don't feel right. Craig and I have been through a lot lately and that's why we are so much closer now.

"These indigo nights," I say, amazed at the colours.

"It's the life that I've been living," he answers.

I nod.

"But when the sun comes up?" I ask.

He rolls his eyes.

"That's when the shadows grow and then the illusion is over," he says.

"They think they got it all," I say, looking around in amazement. I didn't know South Park was so pretty.

"They don't know what they're missing!" I say.

Craig sighs.

"What is it?" I ask.

"I got so much to give, but I'm keeping it close. I don't know, I feel like I should be giving more to my people than I do, my friends really get nothing for standing me," he says.

I nod along.

"I feel that too. But honestly, these days are small. I don't even know anything but the fact we should start giving back," I say.

"But the night moves way too fast, it's my safe space, I don't like days... if I could show them that," he says.

I nod.

"I'm going to sound really selfish," I say.

He rolls his eyes.

"Do you want me here? Do you want to know me? Or am I just taking you away?" I ask.

"What do you mean?" He asks.

"Normally I feel that I need to know you want me here before I ask but you're different... I can't read you. Am I taking you away?" I ask.

"How dense are you? If I didn't approve, you'd get a long fuck you. I'm a satellite and it's nice to know an another one," he says.

"I'm a satellite. I know I am. It's just... can't we be satellite's together? Or stop being satellites? Are we even satellites anymore?" I ask.

"Don't know about you but i'm on the outside looking in. They don't know just where I've been. Which in technically means I'm a satellite," Craig says.

"Unless you let me in," i say.

He sighs, looking a little broken.

"I guess I gotta be content with playing in the darkness. A lovely place to hide!" He says.

I would truly say that I love him. Maybe through all the trauma we've shared...

"But hide and seek is only fun if somebody's looking!" I say.

He rolls his eyes.

"And nobody has the time," he says.

I do.

"Maybe I'm too quick to pass the blame!" He says.

"You're really not, life hasn't treated us fairly," I say.

He softens a little.

"Maybe I sound ask someone to play," he says, getting a little more comfortable.

"I'm a satellite," I state.

I smile at him.

"I'm a satellite! And there is nothing wrong with it! I'm on the outside looking in, they don't know just where I've been! I'm a satellite! And that's fine! But it's more than that. Even if I'm a satellite I don't have to be completely alone!" I say.

"I'm a satellite as well," he says.

"I can make it on my own. Doesn't mean I need to be alone! I can be with people!" I say.

"I'm the fallen star of a one-man show," Craig says.

"I'm a satellite but that doesn't make me alone! Normal people feel like they're a satellite sometimes. So what? I'm a satellite, I'm on the outside looking in!" I say.

"Hey Stan," he says.

I nod.

"I want you to know just where I've been," he says.

That's a huge honour. While we share a lot of drama... there are things he keeps really close.

"I don't want to be a satellite, not completely," Craig says.

I take him by the hand, dragging him close.

"So, please let me in," i say.

We kiss.