Liars

Stan pressed the green, red, blue, yellow, and orange buttons on his guitar hero controller. Peter, who sat on the couch behind Stan, rose a brow to how concentrated his dark-haired friend was. Stan's tongue stuck out, licking the upper end of his lip, his eye brows furrowed together, and his nose slightly scrunching upwards. Black Sabbath screeched out of Peter's audio speakers from each ends of the room--and a foul note made Stan mumble words to himself.
"So what're you doing for Christmas Break?" Peter finally broke their silence between the guitar notes.
"Nothing." Stan replied. "Fuck."
Peter rolled his eyes at how Stan, once again, pressed orange instead of blue, simply because he forgot to move his hands.
"Me too." Peter told him, acting as if Stan had asked him what he was going to be doing. "I'm not doing anything either."
"Cool. Wanna do something together, then?"
"Sure, bro." And as if on cue, the song ended.

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"What'd you mean you made other plans?" Stan practically yelled into his cheap phone.
"Sorry. My mom has an emergency with someone close to her. Close to us. I can't do anything for the whole break." The voice on the other end replied sorrowfully.
"Ugh. Whatever." Stan rolled his eyes at Peter, even if he couldn't see him.
"Thanks." Peter mumbled. "See you when school starts."
"Kay."
Stan hung up, throwing the Phone onto his bed with a low sigh. He grabbed his tiny iPOD shuffle, stuffed it into the pockets of his purple hoodie, slipped on his shoes, and left for a walk down the park.

Songs blared into Stan's ears from his tiny ear-phones as he jumped over fallen tree branches. He thought he was alone, but clearly, he was wrong. Down by the frozen pond, sat two figures. One smaller than the other, but both very close to each other.
'Alex?' Stan rose a brow as he tried to make out the figure. He walked closer, his colorful Nike high tops crunching onto the fresh pile of white snow, which had just been born the night before. 'It's not Alex..."
He knew it couldn't be any other boys from his school-they've all gone to Florida or something for the Winter.
'Jason?' Stan asked himself again, walked closer, his speed also fastening up. The new song had gotten him pumped up, and also curious from the creepy beat. 'NOT JASON.'
His feet now bounced, leaping down the hill to the tree that never grew leaves.
'Not Peter.' The figures drew closer. 'It's Peter-no, it's not Peter. His mom. He's with her.'
Stan stopped and hid behind the bare tree. He quietly twisted his head around to see the figures. "Peter."
The girl giggled as she called the boy's name, playing with his brunette hair. "Cassadee."
The boy gave the girl a slanted smirk and made light circles on her cheek with his fingers, covered by soft gloves.
'Liar.' Stan told himself as his eyes widened-as his hands clenched onto the tree he was leaning on.
"I love you."
"LIAR!" Stan turned around, exposing himself to Peter and Cassadee. He took in deep breaths, his hands clenched in fists.
"S-stan?" Peter turned around, his eyes showing fear along with Cassadee's.
"You're a FUCKING LIAR!" Stan swifty turned around and ran up the hill, back to his house.

He slammed his bedroom door when he returned home.
"STAN COLLINS, YOU DO NOT SLAM THAT DOOR EVER AGAIN!"
"Whatever, you crazy bitch." Stan rolled his eyes and threw his hoodie onto his bed, along with his music player.
"He wouldn't lie to me. He would never lie to me." Stan let out a low laugh, throwing his curtains away from the windows, making the bright sun light slash into his small room. "Liar.Liar.Liar.Liar."
Stan repeated over and over again. 'I've known him for so long. And he never lied to me once.'
"Maybe he's been lying this whole time." the boy froze up. "Maybe I just never found out until now."
"Maybe-Maybe..."
Stan smiled wickedly, and the next thing he said, made him completely loose his mind. "... I have to get rid of all the Liars."

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After school, Stan waited for Peter outside of the only high school in south park. Cassadee pushed past Stan first, giving him side-glares.
"Peter went home. He said he wasn't feeling well."
"Thanks. But i'd rather hear it from him." Stan smirked, as he saw Peter exit the school doors. Cassadee shrugged, having no idea Stan knew that she was lying, and walked towards Juilian and Hayley
"Hey." Peter mumbled as he stopped in front of Stan.
"Hey." Stan replied, with no emotion at all. No happiness, why should he be? But no anger either.
"hey...uh, can I come over to your house today?" Peter rubbed the back of his neck, the only place in his body that was warm. He grew goosebumps from under his jacket from the sudden cold on his warm neck.
"Sure." Stan pulled a smile.
"Thanks."
"No problem."

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"You sure you're over it?" The two friends were playing guitar hero again. Just like before. Stan didn't answer.
"Dude?" Peter paused the game and looked over at Stan.
"I'm sure." Stan smiled over at Peter and removed the guitar from around his chest. "I'll be right back." He said as he headed towards the kitchen.
He slid open a cabnent and pulled out a tool. "I'm sure." he repeated.

Stan returned to his friend, his hands hidden behind his back. "How's your game?"
He asked when he noticed that Peter had switched to one-player, because he knew Stan wouldn't really mind.
"Awesome." Peter answered, chilled out, making Stan smirk deviously. He brought his hands away from his back and placed one hand where Peter's hand was-on the guitar controller.
"D-dude!" Peter stuttered and stared over at Stan's cold hand over his own. "What the fuck?"
Stan brought his other hand, up towards Peter's neck, with the tool in his hand. A kitchen knife. "You're such a liar."
"what're you talking about-" Peter froze up, then screamed out at Stan, staring at the T.V screen, and at all of his missing guitar notes. "-that was one time!" He added, remembering that one day during winter break.
"One time?" Stan leaned foward, his head right next to Peter's, their hair touching. "I'm sure you've lied to me more."
"Like when?!"
"Like now."
Peter bit his bottom lip as Stan held on tighter to Peter's hand--still on the controller. He knew no one was in Stan's house, and it was still afternoon. Most of stan's neighbors wouldn't be home-either that, or they wouldn't care if he let out a scream.
"Thanks for being such a good friend, Peter. For almost 10 years already." Stan said, as if he was a Principle of a school giving Peter his diploma and finally let go of Peter's hand, but keeping the knife near his throat, the end of it, almost touching peter's adams apple. "But you know I hate liars. Didn't I tell you?"
"You told me..." Peter wanted to scream out, but it only came out of a whisper of fear. "You told me...alot of times."
"I did, didn't I?" The other male pushed the knife into Peter's throat, making the blood drip down and around Stan's fingers, some splattering onto his face. "Liar!" he pushed further. "Liar!"
Stan burst into cackling laughter, repeating that one word over and over again to Peter, even if he had already passed away. He soon let go of the knife, leaving it hanging out of Peter's neck. He stood up, making his back straighten up. The blood splattered on Stan's face dripped down to the carpet floor. He walked in front of Peter, pulled him up and dragged him down into his basement. And the only thing heard from then on was the maniacal laughter of Stan Collins.

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A week later Stan found Cassadee weeping in the corner of his school. He approached her with care and a soft smile, bending his knees down to her. Cassadee looked up at Stan with her red eyes, letting out a silent hiccup, her shoulders moving in a weird movement. In Stan's eyes, she looked like she had tourettes syndrome. In a matter of seconds, Stan's soft smile turned into a twisted grin as he tilted his head halfway to his right. He draped his hands over Cassadee's shoulders and closed his eyes as he felt the thick blood fall down her back and his hands.
"I've been waiting for you."