stan marsh

rem and Stan have been dating for around three months now, and this is the first time the two of them are staying over at his place instead of going to rem's as per usual. He was sitting on his bed with his legs crossed, his hands holding tight onto his guitar. It was already dark out, and his room was closed shut. He always said he kept it closed because it was his sacred space that he didn't want anyone to invade. rem thought it was precious. "Dude, Cartman is so annoying, I swear.." He rambled on while tuning his guitar, like he had been doing for the last twenty minutes now (not the tuning, just the rambling), "he keeps asking me for the answers in math, and then when I tell him, he tells me that it's wrong. Then the teacher goes over them and they end up being right. And then he gets all pissy at me!" He sighed, "it's like he still hasn't graduated from elementary, because his personality hasn't change all. He's still a pathetic brat."