stan marsh.

you'd known him since elementary school. he was always one of the most popular kids in class, known for his quick sense of humour and his boisterous attitude. he had a pretty face, a pretty girlfriend, and to top it all off, he and his best friend, kyle broflovski, fit together like puzzle pieces.

but, come freshman year, that all changed. kyle broflovski and stan's girlfriend, wendy testaburger, had both gotten into a prestigious private prep school in another town. and as much as stan had pleaded with them, his efforts were in vain. both girlfriend and best friend had left them in pursuit of....whatever they were trying to pursue when choosing to go to a prep school.

regardless, now stan marsh was all alone; a shell of his former self, reduced to a quiet kid after the loss of his friend and girlfriend. during classes, he could usually be found in the back, earbuds in and zoning out, bags under his eyes.

today, you found him in a similar position, except this time you found him sitting against the wall of an abandoned classroom, a common place for students to skip class.

he briefly glanced over at you, just to make sure you weren't a teacher.

"hello." he mumbled, quickly looking away under the assumption that you were also skipping.