Return of Raven (the rewrite)

Hey guys... long time no see. It's been about...two years since I wrote this story the first time, and after taking more classes, and gaining a co-writer, I got bored, and decided to read my old south park fics. Oh my god, I'm so sorry I put you through my terrible writing! I've gotten a lot better know and I'm re-writing this just for you guys! That, and it's bothering the f*ck out of me... terrible grammar, forgetting letters, capitalization in places not needed! I outta kick myself! Still haven't finished the Necronomicon... oh well, I'm just winging it anyway. I've tried reading it four times, and its just so boring... I'm still great at calculating times though, this was my masterpiece of that. As much as I like point's of view, I'm kicking myself for doing the switching thing, it got out of hand in "Ike meets Karen" and "Ice" so I'll probably re-write the series thing I did, Probably the parka story too. As for my other series like south park mountain town, their on hold because I kinda got bored with it, and Kuro has me trying to work in 5 other series he wants to start, then the holidays and my birthday. Holy Crap 16 pages! Totally going chapters with this one... ok enough ranting... sticking with 3rd person... I also added the official goth boy's names. Curly goth/Evan= Micheal, Red Goth/Dylan= Pete, Kindergoth/Georgie= Ferckle

Now for the feature presentation.

The Return of Raven

Stan was lying on his bed in his room listening to music from his iPod, and staring at the ceiling. He was wearing his goth clothes that he wore secretly every so often. He had two goth outfits around just in case, or if he figured out that Kyle liked his goth look. Unfortunately, he'd never been able to ask. It'd been two years since Kyle and Stan started dating. He still hadn't said anything about the goth clothing, although Kyle had come across them once when attempting to borrow clothes from Stan. Kyle never said anything about it, but always hinted at the darker clothes when they passed by the clothes at Walmart. Stan stared at his android that rested silently on the small table next to him. As if on cue, the phone lit up and vibrated. Stan sat up and reached for his phone with his hair flopping back in his face. Moving his hair, he unlocked his phone to see that Kyle had texted him.

"Hey dude, wanna go to Token's party at the roller rink? It's at 8:00" Stan rolled his eyes. Token's parties were usually nothing but drama, and usually consist of Token renting out a place, and then throwing a party with all the guys in the school who are bi. They were fun and the food was free, but the bathrooms and all the stalls, are filled, because everyone's to scared to make out in front of people, but will do it while everyone is in the bathroom. Stan hit the reply button and reluctantly texted,

"Yeah, which one and do you need a ride?" He hadn't seen Kyle much lately because he was too busy because Ike was in the orchestra and choir, so there were a lot of events. Kyle was also helping Kenny set up internet while Butters was living in California with his Aunt Nellie. Butters' parents went psycho last week because Butters' accidentally knocked over the cabinet in the kitchen and messed up the contents. Butters' had a fractured wrist just from the cabinet. His dad beat a broken arm and two fractured ribs into him. Butters was sent to his Aunt's house in California because he had no other relatives nearby, and he couldn't live with Kenny. Kyle introduced the two to Skype, and Kenny's been a little happier knowing how Butters was doing everyday. Stan's phone lit up again and read the message from Kyle.

"It's the one in Conifer, and I would appreciate a ride" Stan smirked. Kyle was too polite for his own good. It paid off when he used the innocent act at night. Stan got out of bed with a smile and changed into his normal clothes. He put on a Dr. Who shirt and jeans. It was only about four o'clock so he played Borderlands 2 until about 7:30.

Grabbing his hat and coat, he walked to his blue Ford Taurus and got in. He started the car with ease, and backed out into the street. He honked his horn, and Kyle came running out of his house from across the street. He was wearing his usual attire of an orange coat, his green hat, and jeans. He opened the door of the passenger side and got in.

"Hey," Kyle smiled giving Stan a quick kiss on the cheek, "Ready to go?" Stan nodded and commanded the car to move from the curb.

Once in the Conifer Roller Rink, It was about as Stan expected it. Several groups of people were on the rink skating, some in booths eating or drinking out of the same glass. Stan could hear faint moans from the bathrooms over the blasting music. He rolled his eyes, and tried to concentrate on Kyle. Stan grabbed Kyle's hand,

"Hey, wanna grab some skates?" Kyle asked.

"Sure. But I wanna grab something to eat first. I forgot to eat dinner." Kyle gave his signature smile, making Stan's heart flutter. They grabbed their skates, and then went over to the counter for some food. Kyle picked up three slices of pizza and a soda. Stan chose a giant bacon cheese-burger, a chocolate milkshake, and some curly fries.

"At least there isn't booze this time..." Stan thought as him and Kyle made small talk. Token's parties often had alcohol there, but Butters tattled by mistake, and so Token kept it down to just the parties at his house. Those parties were only for close knit friends, and most of Token's collage friends.

Stan and Kyle finished eating relatively quickly. As they were lacing up their skates, Kenny skated over.

"Hey guys, didn't think you'd make it!" He smiled. Stan raised his head. Kenny hadn't changed much. He was still a pervert, but had toned it down since he started dating Butters.

"Hey Kenny." Stan gave a slightly fake smile. He was jealous about Kyle spending more time with Kenny than him. However, he would never admit it, and Kyle was still his, so he thought everything would be ok. Kyle stood up with a slight wobble.

"Ready to skate?" he asked to the two of them.

"Yep." Kenny and Stan responded simultaneously. They went to the main rink and Kenny skated with ease. He showed off a little by hopping, and skating backwards. Stan and Kyle skated slower, and held hands.

"Sorry we haven't gotten much time together lately." Kyle apologized.

"It's okay, dude. I understand you can be busy. It happens." Stan smiled. He had felt lonely during that time, but he always got texts from Kyle when his phone wasn't off. Token and Clyde were standing by the DJ, while Craig pushed Tweek around on the scooter. Wendy and Bebe were practicing skating backwards.

After about a half hour of skating, the DJ ended the song playing, and grabbed the microphone.

"Alright guys and gals, Were gonna play some games, and start with Limbo!" The crowd cheered, and most people rushed to the rink. Kyle and Stan made their way out of the rink for a break.

"I'm barley good at skating alone, much less going down into a ball on skates..." Kyle said sitting at the booth they were at before. Kyle took off his skates, and set them under the table. "I'll be right back." He smiled before running towards the bathroom in his socks. Stan leaned back in the booth, and watched the people play limbo. Kenny was against Clyde at the end, and Clyde won by only a couple centimeters. Kenny skated off somewhere, and the next game of six corners started. About halfway through the game, Stan began to wonder what was taking Kyle so long. Stan had already taken off his skates, so he walked over to the bathroom. He could hear the soft moaning of two people. He didn't see Kyle anywhere. Stan was about to call Kyle's name when he heard a small voice,

"Kenny, stop... don't do that.." that sounded like Kyle! Stan rushed over to the third stall and opened the door. Kenny was standing with Kyle, Kenny's lips pressed to Kyle's. Kenny's hand was slightly up Kyles shirt resting on his hip. Kyle's pants weren't buttoned fully, and Kenny's shirt lay at his feet. He only had his unzipped parka and jeans on. Kyle's hands were against Kenny's chest as if he were trying to fight him off, but had given up.

"Kyle?" Stan managed to choke out. Kenny pried his lips from Kyle and looked at Stan with shock.

"Stan, I..." was all Kyle could say before Stan ran out of the bathroom. Tears began to block his vision. Kyle rushed out of the bathroom after Stan.

"Stan!" Stan ignored the little ginger calling after him. He slipped his shoes on, and left the building. Kyle still ran after him. Kyle tried to plead Stan as he got in the car "Stan, don't leave, I can explain!" Stan started his car and locked there doors before rolling down the window.

"There's nothing to explain. I trusted you Kyle. Since preschool I trusted you, and now I get my heart smashed but my two best friends. It's over Kyle. Tell Kenny I'm not speaking to him either." Stan said, his blue eyes almost a dull gray with anger and sadness. He pulled out of the parking spot, almost running over Kyle's foot, and sped back to South Park.

When Stan returned home, he immediately went upstairs to his room and put on his dark clothes. Stan stomped back downstairs in his boots, and left again, walking to the Village Inn. The goth kids weren't there, but he sat in their booth and the waitress brought him coffee.

Stan had finished about half the cup of coffee when the goth kids walked in. The group hadn't changed in numbers. It was still Micheal, Pete, Henrietta and Ferckle. They'd grown a lot. Micheal was still tall, but had developed a 5 o'clock shadow. Stan pondered whether he was wearing the same coat as 8 years ago. Pete still had his messed up hair, and still had his aristocratic clothing style. Henrietta had lost about thirty pounds, and still wore a black dress. She was holding Pete's hand. Ferckle was still the shortest, and still quiet. He still had the edgy I'll-kill-you-at-any-moment look. Micheal was the first to notice Stan.

"Look who decided to come back." He smirked. Micheal the others sat down in the booth surrounding Stan.

"Hey." Stan could only say. He took another drink of coffee.

"He looks pretty down again. Wonder what happened?" Henrietta asked as if he wasn't there.

"Not sure, but we should just let him sit here. He's dressed goth so he fits in." Micheal commented. The others exchanged looks, and after shrugging their shoulders, sat in the booth next to Stan. None of them had the courage to get nosy, so they stayed silent on the subject of the reason their fifth member had mysteriously returned. After 20 minutes of silence, Stan finally spoke up.

"Thanks for letting me sit here." He said sheepishly. Micheal, who was in mid sip, set his glass down and spoke for the group.

"No problem Raven." He called the sullen boy his goth name, "If you want, you can stay with us." Stan looked at Micheal with gratitude.

"Thanks. It's good I have people to be around instead of going home." Stan was reluctant to go home because just outside his bedroom window was the view of Kyle's house, even more so, Kyle's bedroom window.

"If you really want to, you can stay at my place. It's not much, but comfy to say the least." Micheal responded. Stan pondered the thought, and came to the conclusion that it would be better to stay with a friend than wallow in pain alone. Stan nodded yes, and texted his mom to tell her he was staying at a friend's house. She usually never asked which friend, as long as he was back home within 24 hours of the text.

After finishing their coffee, the goth kids continued to Micheal's apartment located near Walmart. All five of them stayed up watching scary movies, and playing Slender, and Amnesia. Stan fell asleep about 2 hours after Ferckle who passed out at 10:30. Pete fell asleep on Henrietta's shoulder, and she pet his hair until she fell into sleep's unconsciousness fifteen minutes later. Micheal stayed up until 1:30 as the last one awake, and then sleepily stumbled to his room, falling asleep just before his head hit the pillow.

Stan didn't go to school the next day out of heart break, and spent the afternoon with the goth kids. Tuesday was $2 coffee day at the Village inn, so they chilled there before going to the cemetery. Stan joined them in writing poetry, and taking notes of new songs that they liked. He hadn't told them why he joined again, but they didn't pressure him into asking. Stan went home still depressed, and went to sleep with tears messing up his eye-liner.