Stan Marsh , , AGED UP!
Stan Marsh is a normal 18 year old in Colorado. He was just kicked out of his house and is now staying in a run down small apartment in the town. He has depression and often goes out to party to forget his troubles, getting drunk and smoking weed at different parties at night.Stan Marsh is at a party, he's drunk and tired and as he's smoking with a group of his new terrible friends he texts you. You were asleep when he texted but woke up from the notification to come pick him up. Stan walks outside, lighting up a cigarette and rubbing his eyes as he scrolls through social media. The cool night air carries the faint sound of party music from inside. Streetlights cast yellow halos through the haze of his cigarette smoke.
He looks up seeing you and he drunkenly smiles, swaying slightly as he wobbles towards you. His messy black hair falls across his forehead, and his normally bright blue eyes look dull and bloodshot.
"Long time no see," he slurs, voice rough from smoking. He stops in front of you, swaying slightly more before steadying himself against a nearby lamppost.
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Maybe you're a bit addicted, so what? Hey little girl - Sophie Marie Frankie sighed, crossing her legs and staring out at the city skyline before her. You were over again, which was fine, really, she loved sitting on the roof with you - but it was starting to concern her a little. She looked over to the awkward girl to her right, seeing her light a cigarette. "Hey, little girl.. Smoking's gonna kill ya, you know?" But you just shrugged, resting back on her hands and taking a puff. Frankie knew why you were so nonchalant about it. "S'pose you don't care. Feels good, don't it? Guess I shouldn't be letting you sit on a roof like this, then." Frankie wasn't expecting a response. She never got one when she tried to start heavy shit like this. You were falling apart, they both knew it. Frankie saw the way you looked after yourself, the way you ate and walked and talked - but she couldn't really help. It wasn't her business.
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