• Homecoming

    I sat alone in my house, bored as hell. Everyone I knew or loved moved away from the little town of South Park, except me. My name is Stan Marsh. And im sitting here alone,on my computer, working on my college homework.

    My mom and dad were happy that I staied here and went to school. They said I didn’t need any of those fancy high end expensive schools. The whole Marsh family grew up, graduated, and started a family somewhere in South Park.

    My life sucks. I miss all my friends. Well, not all, Im rather happy Cartman left, but I missed everyone else. I think the person I most missed, was Kyle. Sure we were young, still in our high school years, but, you know that feeling you get in the pit of your stomach that says “I want to be with this person for the rest of my life?” Thats what I had. I wanted to be with him most right now. To hold him in my arms and kiss his cheek, or nuzzle my nose into his curly red locks. The way he said my name, and the way he curled into my chest when we spent the night together. I even missed the way he smelt.

    I had only once kissed the redhead, and that was right before he was about to leave. We sat behind the garage, holding each other, telling each other how much we would miss the other. Talking about life goals, and trying to get our minds off the thought of leaving the other. And then, just as his mother called his name, I kissed him, tears roiling down my face and and nose plugged with unsightly fluids, I kissed him. Part of me wanted to beg him to stay, but the other half knew it was for the better.

    I fell into a deep depression. Deeper than when I found out Wendy was dating Tolken. I wanted to die.My mom and dad were both worried, but they didn’t know the reason. They didn’t know why I was so depressed.They couldn’t, my dad would kill me.

    I shut my computer and fell backward onto my bed, reaching under my pillow I pulled out Kyles old flapper hat, putting it over my eyes. ‘Three years.’ I thought. ‘three years to the day.’ I looked to my picture of all my friends I had on my desk, feeling tears form in my eyes. “Oh god Kyle.” I hugged the picture and curled into a ball, sobbing my eyes out. “Kyle.” I blubbered out. “Please...come back home.”

    “Oh Stan, there’s someone here to see you.” I heard my mother call from downstairs. Quickly I blown my nose and dried my eyes, slipping on my hat and my coat. I tromped my way downstairs slowly and opened the door, looking to the ground.

    “Hey dude.” I heard a firmiliar cheery voice call, causing my head to spring up like a jack-in-the-box popping out. I couldn’t believe it. My eyes widened when I seen the one person I wanted to see standing in front of me.

    “Hey, earth to Stan.” He frowned and wave his green gloved hand in my face. His voice still as sweet as ever.

    I couldn’t say anything, I just stood there, mouth open, tears forming in my eyes once more until I finally spoke his name and a smile spread accost my lips. “Kyle...”