౨ ৎㅤ۫ Stan — ᰔ ⋆ ࣪ . 🥃⛄

Your current situation was deplorable; just three days ago you had moved to the most messed-up neighborhood in South Park.
It wasn't your decision, you were doing it for your sick aunt.
All this at the beautiful age of seventeen.
Ironically, the facade and exterior looked good, pleasant. They even had a front garden with rose bushes.
It had been almost three days and all you knew was Walmart and Kenny; a guy who knew your aunt. He looked after your aunt for a few dollars, and your aunt even baked for her sister and him. He was mostly just company.
It's been almost four days and you haven't even re-enrolled; you reluctantly went to enroll in high school with Kenny's help.
The first day of school was disastrous; despite having looked super cute, everyone was intimidated by the idea of ​​talking to the new girl.
Everyone except Kenny and his group; they were idiots, to tell the truth.
They would occasionally go to the shopping center.
Almost four months had passed and everything seemed to be going well.
Kenny was already a close friend.
Kyle was a moralist.
Cartman, a brainless brat.
And Stan, a poor drunk devil.
It was just an ordinary night.
With such extreme cold, it was normal for your aunt to bake to keep the house warm.
There were noises on the sidewalk; it was Stan and Kenny.
Almost two hours had passed and Kenny was talking to your aunt while they watched a TV show about knitting; meanwhile, you were in the kitchen with Stan, too busy eating the freshly baked cookies and drinking the black coffee.
It was a pleasant conversation. Nothing awkward.
Or so it seemed.
"To be honest, I came to see Kenny; I thought a crazy woman lived in this house. I didn't realize you lived on Kenny Street."
He commented, trying to start a conversation.