Style a South Park one shot book

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I don't even know if I can time it was at this point. But Stanley called me up in the weirdest hour of the night apologizing for no good reason. You couldn't blame me for being concerned for his health as I made my way over to his house. He was my best friend for my entire life and for as long as I could remember he has struggled with depression. Dealing with it wasn't too easy especially when I first learned about it. But I still love him there's no doubt about that. As I made my way over to his house in the middle of the night for no good fucking reason most likely my life melted into me. Like heck if I remember most of it. When we were in elementary school the craziest shit used to happen to us. Cartman used to be a complete ass and honestly he still Is. I was playing superhero never really felt like it was fake. Our imaginations I've always been so real to me. And even know that I'm 16 weird shit does still happen. Stanley's been with me through it all and honestly if you asked him about our past I'm sure he would say it was a blurred Life of imagination. Only in the eyes of a child the world could be so whimsical and scary. As I got closer to the house I saw a light on in his room. As expected he was probably crying on the floor overthinking everything. I pulled the house key out of my pocket. I've had The key forever he gave it to me at first as a joke because The key is hallow kitty themed. But at this point it's been years so much that the hello Kitty is kind of worn away. But that's OK it's the memory that counts. I am locked his door and walked in it appeared that nobody else was home. His parents were probably out at some random party again and his sister was probably over at a friends place. I walked up the stairs knocking on the door to his room "Stan? You OK dude?" He opened up the door slowly tears streaming down his flushed red cheeks. "Give me The alcohol.." I said reaching out my hand he bought his head and put a empty bottle in my hand. I let out a sigh " you're lucky your body has tolerance he would be dead by now if it didn't" he was quiet obviously ashamed. I went downstairs and threw away the bottle at this point I don't care if his parents see it. In all reality though they're already drunks as well they wouldn't be able to tell if that was their bottle or his in the first place. I filled up a small glass of water and walked upstairs. Stan set on his bed crying with just a black T-shirt and his boxers on. I gave him the water and played with his hair for a second. "you're screwed over if you don't fix this by college.... what did she do this time? Did she tell you that you weren't enough or some stupid untruthful shit?" I looked at him and asked. He has been with Wendy since the fourth grade Doesn't mean their relationship has been anything except for unhealthy. She's constantly telling him to shape up and yeah she's a boss but that does not mean that she needs to boss around her boyfriend constantly. She doesn't even know that he drinks she's too busy out partying with her friends all the time when she's not working on some huge research project for Mrs. Garrison. But on the other hand I get more time with him because she doesn't pay any attention to him. He leaned onto my shoulder "she broke up with me... saying I was holding her back."
At this point I didn't know what to say I just took him in to my arms and played with his hair. I felt his body shake He was extremely unsteady. I pulled him away from me for a second "i'm going go change i'll sleep here for the night and yes we can cuddle"