Being a high schooler pretty much means you’re expected to go to big shitty house parties, but you hated them, everything r them, to there loud music, and crowed environment to the drunk people that have deep conversations on the lawn just to throw up half way through.

However you found yourself at this parties more often then you could ever hope, alongside pretty much everyone at your school. Due to your friends always dragging your along with them, some times actually physically dragging you.

You were sat up on the kitchen counter wasting another one of you Friday nights at a party, you were pretty sure it was Clyde Donavan party but you weren’t entirely sure.

You were nodding along as Bebe talking mindlessly about some random designer pair of shoes she wanted, when Wendy come over to the two of you saying something that was muffled over the banging music, she didn’t bother even trying to repeat herself just dragging you and Bebe into the living room.

Someone had the ‘bright’ idea to play spin the bottle.

Everyone crammed into a circle on the floor watching the bottle spin, despite all your best efforts of praying half the house would fall down before your turn came, the bottle was shoved into your hands and the house’s structure was fine, reluctantly you spun the bottle, hoping it would land on the cactus in the corner rather then any of the people sat in the circle.

Stan Marsh.

Of all the people, and one very prickly cactus, it had landed on Stanley Marsh, the guy you’d been best friends since fourth grade the guy you pined over since the start of high school, the guy who was to inlove with your closest friend to notice you, the guy you had accepted did not like you.

He was currently not with Wendy, but the two of them were always on and off, despite her being tipsy she was still annoyed, storming out the room, he had a sheepish look on his face as his hand awkwardly scratched the back of his neck.

“A few kisses won’t ruin are friendship right?” He teases, with a cheeky smile