The Husk Of a Sinner. (Style) [Stan MarshxKyle Broflovski​] {South Park}

Chapter 2-Stan's POV

I slowly walk to the bus stop.

God, I hope Kyle is ok.

I mean, last time he was that pale, he'd lost faith in... well, his faith. He started dying because he'd given up.

I swear, if Kyle dies before our super-best-friendship day thing, I'd kill him.

Instead of Kyle, the world just had to shit out Cartman around the corner.

"Hey Stan, where's your jew-faggot?"

[my mom saw that part and she called me racist. xc. but meeeeeemmmm im literally IN LOVE with kyle fucking brovfloski]

"Shut up, fatass!"

"But Sttttaaaaaannnn I wasn't doing anything!" He whines.

"You were, and you know it."

"Hmph gpmh." Kenny walks up. [is it ok if i give a tranlation?] (Hey guys.)

"Hey Kenny." I say.

"Hm smhm, wmphs umph?" (Hey Stan, whats up?)

"Not much."

"He's just mourning over the fact that his slut isn't coming to school today, because he's going through withdrawal of touching dicks with him."

[this was the other one she was upset about with me]

"SHUT THE FUCK UP FATASS!"

"Ey!"

"Hmph hm wmph pmhn..." Kenny gets so pissed off his parka completely covers his mouth.

I was almost glad I couldn't hear the stuff he was saying.

Then I see Kyle tiredly walk around the corner.

"Kyle!"

Cartman snickers but then shuts up because the muffled screeching of Kenny only got louder.

Kyle walks past me. He doesn't say anything, and leans on the bus stop sign as if he couldn't see or hear us. It also seemed like Mr.Helen Keller was emotional about going deaf and blind.

I kept pestering him about what happened on friday.

Eventually, the bus comes and he sits down in his usual seat.

I plop down next to him and he jumps.

I guess Helen Keller can feels things.

"When did you get here?" He asks.

"Dude, I was here before you were."

Kyle stares at me with disbelief.

And in this awkward moment I really look at him.

A few curls were falling out of his hat, he has bags under his eyes so purple he looked like he'd been punched in that one spot mutiple times, his coat wasnt zipped, neither was his backpack, and oh god- he was in pajamas.

"Really?" He says slowly.

"Yea. and, dude, what happened to you?"

He tensed. "What do you mean?"

"You look like you were hit by a bus."

He mumbles something to himself, but then mutters louder "Thanks dude. I feel so loved."

Stan sighed inwardly.

You are...

Later on in school was when I really started to worry about Kyle.