Goth Kids 4:Emo Revival~A South Park/Goth Kids Fanfic

Chapter 14-Life Goes On

I am awaken by yelling, coming from a familiar voice. I rub my eyes and sit up. I look over and gasp. There stands Pete alongside Kyle and Butters. Stan stands in front of them, I guess they were having an argument or something. Butters is in tears, and I think I saw Pete sneaking some tears as well. They notice I'm awake, and walk over to me. "I-I'm sorry Liz." Butters sniffles, him embracing me in a hug. Kyle does the same, while I just stand there awkwardly, very confused. I eventually push them off and raise an eyebrow at them. "What the fuck has gotten into you guys?" Pete steps forward, fiddling in his jeans pocket. "Elizabeth..." Oh fuck, he used my full name. I knew this couldn't be good...Pete swoops his bangs in front of his eye, as if he was trying to hide tears. "M-Michael told me to give you this if uh..he...passed." He pulls out a letter and hands it to me, and my heart sank. I crush the paper in my hand and start to shake. "W-why?!" Is all I could manage to get out. I can't cry...I'm a Goth kid..you know what fuck it, it will never be the same without Michael. He was my everything, and I just had to get pregnant! Pete puts a hand on my shoulder. "He died to save us...you mainly..they were planning to raid this house, kidnap you and force abortion....He knew that they only had one bomb, because the idiots posted it on social media along with a link to Dead! by My Chemical-you know what I'm getting off topic here basically he jumped in front of their only bomb that was gonna be used to blow up the entrance and saved you." Pete sighs, flips his hair, and walks toward the door. "If you need anything we're here for you." He calls, walking out the door as a crying Butters followed. Stan sits beside of me, gripping my free hand. Kyle sits on the other side of me. It is dead silent for a moment, then Stan speaks up. "Are you gonna read it?" I sigh and nod, as I unfold the letter. It read:

Elizabeth,
If you're reading this, well, I'm dead. I heard they were going to attack you, and I'm going to do whatever it takes to protect you and OUR kid. I'm sorry I was such an ass, I just didn't know if you even wanted me around anymore after I overreacted at the hospital. I'm really sorry, but do me one favor please. I need you to not mourn over me. Find a dad for the kid, a good one that will love them like they were theirs. I don't want you to suffer by dwelling on my loss. Also, the war will die down soon I feel, only a few months. Always remember I love you from the bottom of my soul.

Michael

PS: If you see the ghost of Edgar Allan Poe please tell him to go to gothic hell because he didn't show up to the last 3 battles when we needed him the most, that asshole...

I sigh and wipe away tears. I fold the letter up neatly and place it in my back pocket. He did love me...he just feared I would hate him after what he did..but eh, I don't blame him. But he doesn't want me to mourn..he wants me to stay strong, and to find someone strong and Caron enough to father my child..our child! I sigh and look up at the ceiling. Stan grips my hand, and Kyle speaks up. "Stan...I think you should be the father." I look over at Stan, who is biting his lip, trying to hold back a smile. I smile a little. "Will you, Stan?" He nods, blushing a bit. "Of course."

After Kyle leaves I place Michael's letter in my boot and I take off my jeans. I slide into some sweats, and I steal one of Stan's tees, which is red and has Terrance and Phillip on it. I throw my old clothes on top of my bag and I hop in the bed. A few minutes later, Stan returns, shirtless. His hair is dripping wet, which makes me guess he was in the shower. He smiles and joins me, him only in Terrance and Phillip boxers. I blush and begin to kiss his cheek, but he does something unexpectedly. He pulls my face towards his so I would kiss him on the lips instead. It lasted for what seemed like hours. I never wanted to pull away from his soft, gentle kiss. But I eventually did, to catch my breath. He wraps his arms around me and rubs my stomach. I blush. "Hey Stan?" "Yes Liz?" I take a deep breath. "Why did you agree to be the father? I caused you to lose your girlfriend over this." I roll over to face him, and he sighs. "She was an ignorant bitch. She just wanted attention. You, however, actually want a lasting relationship, full of love and care, and I felt that I could provide you with that." He kisses my ear as my cheeks turn red. I yawn and snuggle up to him. "Liz?" Stan asks. "Yes?" I reply. "Love you." I can feel his smile. I smile back, groggily. "Love you too, Stan." I then drift off to sleep in his arms.