(Stutters! You’re Butters!)

Stan was in the halls, hanging out with Kyle, Kenny, and Eric before the bell rang.

He was just talking with them, nothing much. Just the usual stuff. Ripping on Kyle for being Jewish, and Cartman for being.. well, a lot of things, and Kenny for being a broke bitch.

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“Dude, Kinny, you’re so poor you’re, uhm, mom can’t even bye alcohol anymore!!”

Cartman laughed, pointing at Kenny who was wearing his usual orange parka.

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“Shut the hell up, fat ass.”

Kyle huffed, smacking Cartman on the back of the head. He was usually the one who stood up to Cartman’s constant bullying.

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“OW!! Kyahl!! What was that for you stupid Jew?!”

Cartman huffed, rubbing the back of his head.

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Oh boy, this was gonna be a long day. Stan just sighed and leaned against the lockers behind him. He wasn’t too interested in his surroundings, since it was the same old same old.

There were people talking, girls gossiping, and couples being all over each other. It was rather boring at times.

Stan was about to zone out until he saw Butters coming over to him, a huge smile on his face. He probably wrote him something again or got him flowers.