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kenny and i left the sleepover to get burgers and he got a text from a girl to meet up. i didn't do anything !! i'm an innocent man !! only thing i'm guilty of is letting a bro get some pussy.
Kenneth McCormick and Stanley were last seen leaving Clyde Donovan's sleep over on May 10th. They've been missing ever since. Recently Kenneth's body washed up ashore at Stark's Pond. Stan is still at large. He may be a killer, he may have seen a horrible crime.
If you see Stanley Marsh, please call Detective Yates at (420) 222-6969
Kenneth McCormick and Stanley were last seen leaving Clyde Donovan's sleep over on May 10th. They've been missing ever since. Recently Kenneth's body washed up ashore at Stark's Pond. Stan is still at large. He may be a killer, he may have seen a horrible crime.
If you see Stanley Marsh, please call Detective Yates at (420) 222-6969
Kenneth McCormick and Stanley were last seen leaving Clyde Donovan's sleep over on May 10th. They've been missing ever since. Recently Kenneth's body washed up ashore at Stark's Pond. Stan is still at large. He may be a killer, he may have seen a horrible crime.
If you see Stanley Marsh, please call Detective Yates at (420) 222-6969
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[imessage Baby Momma💛] kyle and i have been friends since like before preschool so i'm sure it'll be fine. i was just surprised if anything that he would want to.
A reputable source submitted this image to us, claiming the people kissing are actually Craig Tucker, our local gay hero, and Heidi Turner, Student Council VP. What does this mean for Craig? Did he turn straight for the night or is he the victim of an evil twin?
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second generation family secrets • bebe&stan • 10.01.22
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Spending a full day working in relative solitude works wonders, the physical labor gets out the pent up emotions and he has plenty of time to digest the information and periodically took the time to recheck the facts to make sure he wasn't getting confused.
What he knew for certain was that he witnessed three positive pregnancy tests, he slept with the girl long enough ago, and didn't use protection. Now he didn't know if it was his at a dna level yet, but didn't remember the last time he heard a guy in the locker room say something about sleeping with her. So to him it was most plausibly his, but knew his mom might suggest a dna test so he wanted to at least mentally prepare for that. His mom literally buried a body his goldfish killed when he was 8, who knew what she was willing to do to keep him from being 'trapped' by a girl. His dad would probably be excited to have a baby shower and have attention from the other dads.
Randy would be very into the idea of being a grandfather, and Stan predicted maybe a shift towards religion and a pressure to get married. He could almost see it already, his dad pressuring him to have a backyard shotgun wedding. 'For the baby's sake', but in actuality Randy just wants attention from his peers. How would Kyle react? He can only not tell his best friend for so long, but even then it's better for him to know so he can have someone on his side.
While lost in his thoughts, finishing up his last bits of menial labor, and starting to log everything, that's when he got the break up message and Kyle's text. Well, now Stan didn't have to break things off with Wendy, she went and did it herself. This was ideal, now he could be publicly with Bebe if she felt comfortable with that. To steal your best friend's boyfriend is risky business but it seemed to go over that that bad so far... Until he saw the fresh new Eavesdropper article with his texts on screen. He didn't have a app on his phone so that part threw him off but the texts were real.
His stomach dropped to the floor, his throat closed up, there was no way people would really believe it, right? It was true, but he wasn't ready for the information to go public quite yet. His apple watch started beeping, signaling that 6pm had hit. He had one hour before Bebe would show up, so he made strides to his dads office.
"Hey Stan," he heard his dads chipper voice the second the doors opened, but his expression grew confused at his son's demeanor.
"Dad," he started, but he didn't know how to continue. "I got a girl at my school pregnant."
"You got Wendy pregnant?" Randy asked flabbergasted. "Stan!"
He shakes his head, "No, Bebe the blonde one." And he realized the moment he said it how bad he really sounded. But instead his dad grins and nods.
"Nice Stan. You know, when I was your age I got a blonde pregnant too. That's why Thomas doesn't like me very much." That puzzled Stan for a second, what blonde had a son with black hair?
Mental crickets, until ,,, Craig. Craig's mom is blonde and he has black hair. "Craig's my brother?!?!?" That was way more shocking to him than the fact he was about to be a dad in a matter of months. He had a brother, a half brother but a whole ass brother really and he had no idea.
Nodding and grinning Randy continues, "Yea son, fucking hot blonde women is just what Marsh men do Stan. You're becoming a man."
He had to go. This what not the conversation he meant to have, that he wanted to have or needed to have. Full irish exit, silent power walking to go take a shower and try to process what he just found out. He's a dad, Craig's an uncle? Part of it made sense, why else did he feel like he needed to take care of this baby if it wasn't karma for his dad abandoning Craig. But as time crept forward he had to decide to let this whole Craig thing be for a later time.
7:00 on the dot, Stan set a alarm to make sure he was fully ready. Looking fresh, feeling clean. But mentally so drained and confused. He had been promised leftover which even that sounded nice after the past two days he's had.
Checking himself out in his mirror when he hears his mom call up the stairs that his friend was there and to come down.
"It's just a blood test," Bebe explained, unbothered. "I don't mind needles." She'd pierced her own belly button with a syringe she got off Scott Malkinson in 9th grade, a blood test to prove to everyone she wasn't as much of a whore as people thought wouldn't be a big deal. Or maybe it would prove it. But at least they'd know for sure, and no one could ever use her sordid history against her.
Bebe scooted back on Stan's bed, leaning against the headboard and grabbing a pillow to hold in her lap. Partially for comfort, partially to hide the slight distended stomach she had, up until yesterday, just assumed was some bloating or a food baby. "I think so," she agreed, and pulled out her phone. "I googled a bit while I had a bath today, and I think like, maybe it would be nice to call a midwife. The girls in this mom group I found said it was great, they basically take care of you. Come to, like your house and take all your measurements and set up the check ups and shit." Bebe explained, voice quick, comfortable to speak in the privacy of Stan's home. His parents knew, there was nothing for anyone to overhear. It felt like a relief not to be stuck in this secret for a moment. "I have no idea what the fuck I'm doing, so..." she trailed off, pushing a loose curl behind her ear and looked up at Stan.
He looked so... Bebe didn't know. It seemed as though he stood a little lighter, like a weight had been taken off his back. How he wasn't bogged down by their new little secret was beyond her, but Bebe was thankful for it. Maybe her world wasn't going to come to an end over this, if she had at least someone by her side. Maybe even a couple someone's. The way Randy looked, it was like he'd just been given a ps5 on launch day. Everyone would hate her if they knew, and these couple of people who seemed to support her felt like a bit of stability.
"So...?" Bebe patted a spot on the bed, beckoning for him to sit on the bed with her. "This is a lot in one day, huh? We've like, barely spoken since Clyde's party and now that stupid Eavesdropper thing... how'd they even..?" She shook her head, groaning. "You can barely even tell in that photo I posted on Insta!" Scoffing, Bebe rolled her eyes then looked back to Stan. "I mean like, what should we do about..." Bebe gestured between them. "Us."
Nodding as he listened, a blood test didn't sound too bad. He's had to get plenty of blood tests done over the years, so a little bit of that didn't seem that bad. "I'm sure we can throw it in with another visit then or something, right?" It wasn't really at the top of his personal priority list.
Sitting down next to her, he leans back on the headboard, leaning his arm over it, so his hand can dangle on the other side of Bebe. It wasn't weird to him, it felt natural. "A midwife?" That sounded like some Handmaid's Tail shit or something, but he wanted to keep an open mind. So a mental note was important. It was nice to not see Bebe as scared about it. Now, Stan didn't want to tell his parent immediately, and he was going to have to find out how his mom really felt about it later. Regardless of how mad she might be in the moment, he knew the second there's parties and presents involved she'd come around.
"Well," She was right after all, he'd always been so careful to never been seen as flirting with Bebe to kissing her in a bathroom and offering her a life with him. "Well." Repeating yourself isn't suave Marsh. "I want to step up and be with you, if you'd let me. Wendy broke up with me for being shady or whatever so it's not like she can be that mad if we were together publicly. It's up to you, I mean. But I want to at least take you out and show you I mean it." He hadn't really thought about being with Bebe a whole lot, other than it seemed like the natural response to him. He didn't have anyone keeping him from her now.
He'd always been attracted to her, every guy he knew personally, even Kyle, thought Bebe was hot. Sure she had a history, but so did everyone. Bebe probably wasn't the first girl Stan had slept with and not told Wendy. Especially with all the times they'd been on and off. Even when he thinks back on it he can remember more than a few cheerleaders that had tried to get with him more or less in front of Wendy, so all of his really could have happened at any time. Eventually it would catch up to him.
"I know that us being together would cause a lot more drama, but by the time graduation or prom come around, you'll have given birth, and we'll all be friends again." Maybe he was idealistic, but he wanted to at least try. If Kyle was mad at him, he knew it would blow over the second he was asked to be a best man or something. "And my dad and I have talked before, about if I ever got a girl pregnant..."
His voice trailing off and he thought the nervousness in his stomach. "He would want me to marry you, so that the baby isn't born out of wedlock." That was a hard thing to verbalize. He always thought he'd get Wendy pregnant and ruin her life or something, but then he felt like he got it easy getting a different girl pregnant. But then again, all he really knew about Bebe was that she was hot and liked expensive things.
"You don't have to like agree to marry me right now or anything, that would be too much. But I felt like I had to at least mention it, before they say anything to you." But if she said yes, he was ready to order a ring tonight. It was the principal of the matter. Get a baby in her, take care of her and be legally bound together forever. The natural hick life cycle.
Stan wanted to be with her. She knew that, but hearing it outright was strange. Bebe hadn't expected anything like commitment from Stan when she'd come on to him at Stan's party. Hadn't meant to take him away from Wendy like this. Bebe had wanted to be with him once, just one time, to have something, a taste of Wendy's life and now she had a huge part of it waiting for her to take. Did Bebe want Stan? Of course she did, sleeping with Stan hadn't come out of nowhere. The little crush had developed years ago, growing more as Stan grew into a handsome young man.
"Wendy would kill me," Bebe said softly. "I," her nose scrunched a little in thought. "I'd like to try. We didn't have, like, a great start to a relationship or anything. And it's kind of strange to start dating after getting pregnant but... I like you," she admitted. "I just- I'm scared of what everyone's going to say about me. They're not going to be nice. I don't deserve them to be nice." She would deserve every insult that came her way, but it would be hard to stomach. The mistake she made had been huge and done out of spite. Had it been any of the other girls to do this, Bebe would be the first to hurl bitchy comments and alienate from the group of them.
There would be no more council meetings for her. She wouldn't be allowed to cheer once it came out. Bebe would be knocked from the top of the pyramid both socially and from the team. Leaning into Stan's side, Bebe sighed and looked up at him. "I doubt that, but... Wendy'll be off at Harvard or something anyway." There's no way they were gonna be friends again. Bebe would be lucky if Wendy didn't spit at her every time they saw each other from here on out.
At the mention of marriage, Bebe's face turned sour. "I don't... I can't get married when I'm fat and pregnant, Stan." She groaned, imagining her in flat footed shoes and some maternity mumu gown. "Gag me. I'd rather be deemed a whore than a pregnant bride." If Stan's dad wanted it so badly, they could do a courthouse wedding and wait for a ceremony until after she'd given birth and bounced back Kardashian style to her original body. "Besides, we should see if we even like each other when we aren't drunk," she laughed, nudging him in the ribs gently. "You could think I'm a stupid airhead." Compared to Wendy, she certainly knew she was.
Stan was a pretty old fashioned guy, he had always stayed with Wendy; not because he wanted to, but because he thought he had to. She was his first girlfriend, and they'd been on and off basically since. Whenever they were "off", it felt the same as when they were "on", because a lot of the other girls would refuse to speak to him. Like he was Wendy's property. So when Bebe expressed the interest she had at the party, Stan's plan was to sleep with her, get to experience someone else, and just pretend it never happened in a mutual agreement afterwards had seemed so ideal. It had worked too, for a time.
But there was something else about Stan, he believed in fate. The one time he sleeps with Bebe, he got her pregnant. A part of him felt like this had to be out of his hands, even though he definitely could have chosen different options. But then again, would he have wanted to? There was no denying what he did was bad, and he knew that. He was aware. But he didn't really feel guilty about it. His long term girlfriend that always seemed to be mad at him was gone. He didn't exactly know if he really wanted another relationship immediately, but all he knew was being in a relationship, and it felt like the right thing to do. So her hesitance made sense to him. He had been planning what to talk about all day, but now that she was sitting next to him, he had no idea what to say.
"Wendy will only be here for so long, you know?" He says, trying to be reassuring. It reassured him personally so he hoped it would help her. "Her being mad wont matter forever." He didn't her to really stress out about it. "I'm trying to think about the longer term. Like do you have any idea when you're due?"
There wasn't a lot that he knew about pregnancy, but he knew it was expensive. There are parties and actually getting ready to care for another life. "I want to at least take you out and make sure you have money." The idea of getting married was scary to him as a younger person. He did want her to be aware that his parents have the opinions they do. Bebe's aversion to being a pregnant bride made sense to Stan, and he felt genuinely bad for her. It takes 1 teeny tiny sperm cell to ruin her life. "My dad wants a lot of things and drops it if it hasn't happened after a while so who knows."
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