Disclaimer: This is the only time I'm gonna say this: I don't own South Park (god forbid)
A/N: Yes, I'm back with a new story, whee! There is implied slash in this chapter, but there will be actual slash in future chapters, so just bare with me.
Nobody likes you… those words echoed in his mind over and over again. An 18 year old, Stan Marsh sat up in his apartment. He would soon be homeless if he didn't come up with the money to pay is rent. He could never go back to his back stabbing family. As far as he was concerned, he had no friends. Stan, Kyle, Kenny, and Cartman had drifted further apart ever since high school ended. He and Wendy had a strong relationship, until she ran away with another guy, and completely out of Stan's life. He still wondered about her… and about everyone else. Stan ran his whole life in the ground, and he didn't know how to get up and move on.
The black haired boy got up from his unmade bed and over to the bathroom. He turned on the light, and stared at his reflection in the mirror. His jet black hair was now starting to cover his blue eyes, which were now loosing he glow that they once held. Stan sighed. Nobody cares, nobody had ever cared. He hated this town. The dirty, redneck town of South Park was burning down in his dreams. Stan wondered if anyone would care if he just…disappeared.
Kyle sat by his bedroom window, listening to the sound of the pouring rain, trying to make sense of things. Stan kept appearing in his dreams. The redhead missed Stan dearly. Sometimes he felt like going to Stan's apartment, but then decided against it. He could never face Stan after that one night, several months ago. They had been at a party, the day before Stan moved out. They had been drinking a lot. Kyle pulled Stan into the bedroom where he told him that he loved him. They shared a long, passionate kiss. It had been awkward between them ever since. Kyle wanted to think that he never meant what he said, but then why was he so nervous around Stan? Every time he saw him, his heart skipped a beat. That's why he wanted to see Stan again, so he could feel that incredible feeling of happiness once more.
Nobody likes you…everyone left you…the words made Stan more restless. The decision was final: he was leaving. He didn't know where he would go. He really wouldn't mind just walking, getting nowhere in his life. Anything would be better than sitting in this apartment thinking about all the pain he had been though. Stan grabbed his jacket, slamming the door behind him.
Ok, so yea this was really short, but it's just an introduction and the plot, or whatever you want to call it, will develop as the story goes on. So, um, what did you think? If you like it, I'll update.
