Please Kyle....

Chapter 34: Good End...

Hi. So I'm doing a good ending and a bad ending, coz I couldn't decide which one to do. This is the good end if u couldn't read the title. Enjoy ~V. U.
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Stans POV:

Its finally the reunion. Kenny made me dress up and forced me to come. How can I party when Kyle is missing or possibly d-.... Don't think like that. But, its probably true.

I walk up into the old South Park High gym. There was lights flashing, shitty music playing, food, champagne and all my old friends. Except for Kyle. I walk over to the long table and take a glass of champagne. I bet Wendy's gonna do this big dramatic speech, about how it has been so long since we've seen each other and how she misses us. I still don't get the point in this shitty thing. I'm with most of these twats 24/7.

An hour passed with nothing happening much. Some people tried to speak to me, but i just walked away. Eventually, Kenny came and sat down next to me, looking tiered from dancing.

Stan: "Why did I have to come again?"

Kenny: "Coz, it'll be nice to catch up. We might go to the same collage but, non of us have any time to talk."

I grunted in response. I hardly talk anymore. I see no point in it. If you cant make anyone smile, whats the point? If they cant make me smile, whats the point? The only people whoever made me truly smile, was my Mum and Kyle.

My mum and dad got a divorce, and I was forced to live with my alcoholic dad. Im not complaining, I get free beer whenever I want. But, when you're the one looking after your parent. You get tiered and drained.

And Kyle.

His face alone would make me smile. If he walked into the room, you knew your day just got 10x better. His laugh was amazing and his smile to. He always helped me. But, I wasn't there to help him.

Kenny: "Keep your eye out. He might still come."

I shrugged my shoulders and walked outside. I heard Wendy begin her speech and I'm glad I left when I did. I lean against the wall and get out a pack of cigarettes. I lit one up and inhaled. I can't remember when I started smoking again, but I guess I'm addicted now. Just as exhaled, my phone rang. I took it out my pocket and looked at the caller, 'unknown'. I answered anyway, curiosity overcoming me.

???: "So, when were going to tell me you started smoking?"

The voice was sweet and gentle, but clearly this person was crying.

Stan: "What?"

???: "It's still good to know your okay."

Stan: "Who is this?"

???: "Don't tell me you've forgotten my voice."

Stan: "What?"

???: "I thought after so many years of being super best friends you would remember my name."

Stan: "What!"

----Phone call ended----

Stan: "Hello?"

???: "Stan its me you dumb shit."

I looked over to the sound of the voice.

My eyes widen at the sight. It was him. Kyle! He looked tired. All his clothes where wrinkled and dirty. His green hat was slightly tilted. He had bags under his eyes and red marks over is face. He had a huge bag resting on his right shoulder and a random phone in his hand.

Stan: "K-kyle? I-is....is it really you?"

Kyle: "Well last time I checked, I was Kyle Brofloizki, Jewish, have red hair, psycho parents and the best boyfriend ever."

Stan: "And... this is some sick fuck playing a trick on me?"

Kyle: "Dude, I'm not Cartman. When he was younger anyway. I'm mean, he has gotten a lot better.  He was kind to me when we were in high school. And he was the one that invited me to this shitty high school re-"

I cut him off by kissing him on the lips. I pulled him close and hugged him tight. I couldn't believe it was him. I wanted to kiss him forever, but I kinda need to breath.

Stan: "I can't believe its you, I thought you were dead. You mom rang from your phone saying you were missing."

Kyle: "I ran away. They where both out one night and they thought they locked the door, but they didn't. I sneaked out and ran to the airport."

Stan: "Oh my god. Kyle. I wish I was there for you."

Kyle: "You were. You were only thing that kept me hoping I could escape. Wait! Is Ike okay?"

Stan: "He's fine. He is gonna be so happy to see you."

Kyle: "Aren't you happy to see me?"

Stan: "Of course. So much that, I want to take you to my dorm, have some fun and never let you out of my sight again."

Kyle: "That sounds fun."

Stan: "And you can never leave me."

Kyle: "Of course."

Stan: "I think, right now, I'm the happiest man alive."

Kyle: "Nope. I am."

Stan: "As long as you here. I don't care."

I hug him and pick him up bridal style. I carry him to my car. I sit him down in the passenger seat and he looks up and smiles at me. I'm so lucky to have someone like Kyle. And as long as we are together, I will be happy forever.

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Hi. Thats the good ending. I hate it, but watever. The bad ending is coming very soon. C u angels.    ~V.U.