My first ever fic, I have to admit, I'm excited. Slashes throughout this story include Stenny, K2, Creek, and one-sided Stendy. Enjoy!

"We will meet again my friend,

A hundred years from today

Far away from where we lived

And where we used to play.

We will know each others' eyes

And wonder where we met

Your laugh will sound familiar

Your heart, I won't forget.

We will meet, I'm sure of this,

But let's not wait till then...Let's take a walk beneath the stars

And share this world again."

So. Fucking. Bored.

Yep, those three words seemed to sum up his mood just fine.

Stan sat on the old, worn-out bench of Stark's Pond silently, watching the sunset over the horizon as he surfed the internet on his phone mindlessly. Youtube? Maybe later. Myspace? Boring. Facebook? Not after what happened last time.

Stan sighed as he stuck the electronic device back in his pocket. There must have been a million people in his contacts, but no one worth starting a conversation with. Some from the football team, some from the cheerleading squad. They were all idiots.

He looked over the horizon, noticing a boy and his father playing catch a ways back. Stan sighed. He sure missed his dad. No, he wasn't dead, he was on a business trip. Pretty old fashioned and cliché if you asked Stan, but y'know, what can you do?

He closed his eyes, outstretching his neck towards the clouds. Sleep dangerously tempted him as his eyesight became blurrier and blurrier.

*Beep*

Shit, never mind.

Stan dug in his back pocket, grabbing his Android clumsily. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes groggily, yawning while doing so. He took in a sharp breath through his teeth as the blinding light emerged from his phone. Finally snapping out of it, he squinted at the screen uneasily, trying to make out the tiny words.

1 New Message

Clyde:

"Did u hear? Kenny's home!"

Ignore?

Psssh. Hell no.

Stan stared at the mobile device in his gloved hand. Reading this message nearly made him shit himself, surely. How long had it been? Two years? No. Three? That sounded about right. Three years. Three years ago was when Kenny was drafted into the army, and at the tender age of fifteen, too. Three fucking years.

And he was finally back.

Finally.

After reading the message over one hundred times, Stan leaped off the bench he was sitting on, not stopping to apologize to the old couple he'd nearly knocked over, and dashed home. Kenny was back? He was really, truly back? The more he thought about it, the more unreal it seemed. Yet, the message was clearly read several times. Clyde had better not be lying, Stan would kick his sorry ass if he was.

New Message - Select Contact - Kyle + E. Cartman - Compose:

"Kenny's back! Meet me at the airport!"

Stan threw open his bedroom door, digging throughout his closet. After a few minutes of rummaging, he came across a brown pair of gloves. Kenny had left them the last time they studied at his house. Stan smiled; it was too long ago. He had been meaning to give them back to him earlier, but had never gotten the chance to, because, well, you know why. He couldn't wait to see that poor boy they all knew and loved once again. It was a miracle.

"What the hell do you think you're doing, turd?"

Stan looked up at the figure looming beside the door frame. He couldn't hold it in any longer, he had to tell someone. His smile beamed. "Shelley! Kenny's back from Iraq, he's back!" Not knowing what he was doing, Stan threw his arms around his sister, causing her to squirm in his death-love grip. Finally building up enough strength, she shoved him back to the floor.

"Ugh, whatever! Just keep your gross hands off of me!" She started, a disgusted frown on her lips.

"Oh, and if you think mom is gonna let you go out at 10:30, you've got another thing coming."

Stan scoffed. "I'm 18, that's adult age. She can't control my curfew anymore."

"Alright, but if your car breaks down again, I'm not picking your ass up." she retorted.

Stan slung his coat over his shoulder, stuffing the gloves into his pockets. He looked at her, a serious expression on his face.

"Screw off, Shelley."

Suddenly, a beep informed him he had a new message in his back pocket. It seemed to be from Kyle.

/

Vibration.

"Huh?"

1 New Message

Stan: -

Kyle stared at the message on his cell for almost 2 minutes, choking on his drink. His eyes grew with disbelief every second. Kenny? Back? No fucking way. Kyle grabbed his jacket off the rack; it threatening to tip as he did so. He rushed up the steps to grab his shoes, causing his mother, Sheila, to move to the side. to avoid being knocked over.

"Kyle Broflovski, what on earth is your hurry?" she shouted from the hall.

"He's back, mom! Kenny- he's back!" Kyle replied, the most uncanny smile resting on his lips. Sheer joy shone in his eyes like a diamond. Sheila's happiness was masked with a disapproving frown.

"Well gee bubby, it's getting kind of late, can't you see your little friend tomorrow?"

Kyle's excitement quickly melted into grief .

"Mom! All the guys are going to meet him at the airport, I have to go!"

"Kyle-"

"Mom..!"

She looked down at the pleading son, it almost looked as if he were about to cry. How could she say no? Those big, green orbs were like magic. She re-placed the crooked hat on his head. The same old ushanka he'd always had. It grew worn, but still did the job just fine. She smiled at her son, straightening the orange coat on his shoulders. It seemed like the motherly thing to do, after all.

She sighed melancholically. "Alright, sweetie. Just don't be out too late."

The red-headed boy smiled, throwing his mother a quick hug before rushing down the stairs, and out the door.

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Not too long. Thanks for reading chapter one! Reviews would make me sooooo happy.