Ill be your angel ♡

is it a dream or reality?

Normal POV

He had no idea why he was out in the rain, but he was standing in the cold hard rain looking up at the sky wishing that his best friend, Kenny wouldn't die right in front of his eyes. He hated seeing the horrible sight of him laying in the middle of the road dying, he had gotten hit by a truck and the ambulance would be there soon. Stan tried to say something but he couldn't. It was as if his voice was drifting off and he couldn't say anything. "K-k-kenny.." He looked at

Kenny's beautiful blue eyes and caressed his cheek. "Please...don't die on me..you have to live..stay with me.." He could feel tears about to roll down his cheek, yet he tried not to cry. Kenny looked up at Stan and had a small smile on his face. "Its...alright Stan...don't worry..I will be alright and I want to stay with you for as long as I live..because...I." Before Kenny could say anything else he was out of breath and his heart stopped beating.

"K-KENNY!!" Stan yelled out. "Wake up please! This can't happen...Kenny!" He held Kenny in his arms while it was still pouring rain and cried in the middle of the road... Why did he die? I want him to live..I wanted to know what he wanted to say to me...but he's gone now...and I can't do anything about it...

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The next day Stan woke up. His heart was racing and he was sweating and shaking."o-oh...it was just a dream.." He got up and washed his face, trying to forget about the horrible dream and he went to school. It was like any other weird day at school but this time was a bit different... Kenny was acting a bit strange. That started to make Stan think about the dream and the way Kenny was acting. Could that dream be real? He thought about it for awhile and he suddenly remembers all of the dreams about Kenny dying. This doesn't seem right...if he dies a lot in my dreams then...why do I have dreams like that.. And how can anyone else not notice that he acts strange...doesn't everyone else have those dreams to? He kept asking more questions to himself making him think more.

Suddenly Kenny grabbed hold of Stans hand and started running. "Whoa Kenny what's going o-" "you'll see." They kept running until they got on top of a hill. "Why are we here?" "Because Stan..there's something I need to ask of you." "Um alright?" "Do you have dreams about me?" "Y-yes..." "Well, those dreams...they arnt real Stan...I've noticed that when those things happen to me, yes everyone cares but you...you seem to care more about me than anyone I've ever known..and I've also noticed how you know how I'm acting after I die...and I know you have many questions to ask me...but let me just tell you this..." Stan looked in Kenny's blue eyes listening to every word. "I....I am immortal... Alright? So basically those dreams arnt real...they actually have

happened...and I trust you to not tell anyone... Because I um care about you Stan." He smiled at Stan. Stan was speechless and all the questions had been answered at that moment in time. "Alright dude, don't worry I won't tell anyone... And I care for you also." They both hugged and school was pretty much over. So they both walked home together hand in hand. "Thank you Stan..." "Oh no problem. Anything I can do for a friend." He smiled before he walked in the house.