Hey Emo Boy

06

Stan Marsh

It had been a week since I started hanging out with butters and kenny. I noticed how much they changed since they were kids, I guess I changed too.

Butters was more outgoing now, and unhinged. I missed the shy butters that everyone made fun of.

Kenny was, well, kinda the same. He didn't mature, in fact I think he got even more immature than before.

Butters would cuss on a daily basis, guess he got that from Kenny.

I was making very small baby steps for operation SBFKA, and I was getting impatient.

I know Kyle isn't just gonna forgive me just like that, I'd have to earn his trust again. But it was taking so long, I hadn't even spoken with him yet.

Patience was the main key to this, but I was really impatient.

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Me and the rest of the goths were at Henrietta's house. We were binge watching scary movies, it was pretty fun.

But the whole time all I could think of is how much funner it would be with Kyle.

I tried not to think of it and just enjoy the moment, but it was pretty hard. He looked so different. Different in a good way.

I needed to talk to him, I needed to. I wish it was easier than it actually was.

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I sat in my room, applying some eyeliner, when my sister barged in. I groaned and continued to put on the eyeliner.

"What?" I asked, annoyed. She sat on my bed and sighed. "Hey turd," She said. I turned to face her.

"You know, I'm gonna move out in a couple weeks," She told me. I rolled my eyes. "So?"

She took a deep breath. "I just wanted to let you know." I rolled my eyes. "Why do you care about me now? What happened?"

She knitted her eyebrows together. "What do you mean?" She asked. "My whole life you've been tormenting me, and now you suddenly care," I told her.

She nodded before standing up and patting my shoulder. "I'll see you later, Stan," She said as she walked out the door.

What was that about? Why did she look so sad? So many unanswered questions.

I shrugged and turned back to the mirror, smudging the eyeliner a bit to make it look somewhat better.

My mind raced in between Shelley and Kyle. Mostly Kyle though. I felt strange the more I thought about him.

Maybe I just miss him a lot. A lot a lot. Yeah, that explains it.

I thought about the times we spent hours playing games in his room, or our real life games.

Like when we used to play that dumb superhero and villian game. My name was like toolshed or something stupid like that.

It was pretty fun while it lasted. Until Wendy had to ruin it all. Now that I think about it, she always used to force me to include her in our games.

What a bitch. Thinking about Wendy just got me in a bad mood, so I stopped thinking about her and starting thinking about Kyle again.

I stood up and went to my closet, getting out a black hoodie and black ripped jeans.

I grabbed my phone, then I put on my shoes and hat. Going for a walk would be the best way to clear my head.

My mom called out to me as I was walking out the door, but I just ignored her and kept walking.

It was starting to get colder outside, well, colder than usual. Christmas was just around the corner.

I've never really been super excited for Christmas, I've always gotten shitty gifts anyway. My sister has always gotten everything she asked for.

She's been the favorite child her whole life.

Before I knew it I was at the park. I decided to walk around a bit. Nothing changed.

As I was walking, I saw him. Kyle. He was on top of the slide, and Ike was climbing up to him.

I was always jealous of the relationship Kyle had with Ike, they were always a team, the perfect siblings.

But I also found it cute how Kyle cared so much about Ike. He had to be about ten or eight now.

I wanted to go up to them and talk, but I debated against it. I stared at them a little longer. Ike struggled to get up the slide so Kyle helped him.

He looked my way. His eyes were staring right into mine. My heart fluttered. He smiled and nodded his head.

I gulped and continued to walk. Stan you idiot! Why didn't you nod back, or wave, or smile!

I mentally slapped myself. I kept walking until sunset, then I made my way back to the park.

Kyle was still there, but Ike was gone. Kyle was talking with a very fat girl. She had light brown hair that was styled into a ponytail.

She seemed to be wearing a school uniform, but I didn't get to look at her face since her back was facing me.

Kyle looked at me, but this time he just ignored me and  turned his attention back to the girl. Yup, I deserve that.

I walked back to my house. My mom was making dinner. I took my shoes off and went up to her.

"Hey mom," I said. She turned and smiled. "Hi Stanley, where were you?" She asked.

"Walking. Anyways, are you still friends with Kyle's mom?" I asked. "Sheila? Yes, we still talk," She told me.

"In fact, she invited me to a party at her house, she said we could all come."

Perfect.

"Okay, I'd like to come with." Her eyes widened. "Really?" She asked as a big smile took over her face.

I nodded. "Okay! It's next weekend at seven pm, just so you know."

I nodded once again and went upstairs to my room. So far, operation SBFKA was going great.

Sorry for the short chapter, I've had a lot of writers block.