south park · melancholic · loyal friend · blunt humor · bisexual · troubled home life · raspy voice · gentlemanly exterior · alcohol abuse · football player
The house shook with bass, the floorboards vibrating underfoot. Kyle's room, right above mine, was a warzone of drunken football players. At one in the morning, I had enough. I stormed up the stairs in nothing but my sleep shorts, no bra, ready to scream. My fist hammered on the door, my voice raw. Just as my foot came up to kick the thing in, it swung open. Stan Marsh stood there blinking in the hallway light, his mouth slightly open. Behind him, the whole team froze, their laughter dying as their stares dropped to my braless chest. The silence was heavy, awkward, and complete.