First chapter. I thought about writing it as a sequel, but I decided it would be better as a standalone story. Please understand that I have little to no knowledge of how proms "work", so to speak, so some of the info here might (and probably will) be wrong.

Prom night was coming. Everyone knew it, everyone was excited about it and everyone was getting someone to go with them. Everyone except Kenny. Most of the girls he knew had asked him to go with them, some even asked multiple times, but he always told them "No". Some of them thought that Kenny was already going with someone else, but they were wrong. One of the reasons why Kenny didn't have anyone to go with him because the one person he did want to go with didn't reciprocate his feelings, but that wasn't even very important. The other reason was because this time of the year had another meaning for him that most people didn't know about. It was when Kevin died.

"I should've protected you... It should've been me..." thought Kenny as he placed a single flower on his brother's grave.

Kenny: ...I'm sorry, Kevin... You didn't deserve this.

SIX YEARS AGO

Stan had started doing drugs about a year ago as a new way to deal with his cynicism. He had lost some weight (making him even thinner than he already was), and did some crazy shit when he was high. Right now he was insisting that Kenny had died over one hundred times before the boys turned ten. Kenny was laughing at him like the other boys, but not because he thought it was a ridiculous idea. He knew the truth and he was very concerned about what might happen if someone actually believed Stan's story. Best case scenario his friends would be impressed or surprised, but they would keep it a secret. Worst case scenario he'd be taken by a government agency and experimented on in some underground laboratory for the rest of his life.

Stan: I'm telling you guys, he can't die!
Eric: Dude, you're high.

"Again."

Eric: Just stop with all this crazy bullshit.
Stan: You mean you don't remember when he was electrocuted, turned into a zombie, blown up, ran over or anything like that?
Kyle: ...No, not really.
Kenny: You'd think I'd remember being electrocuted. Seriously, dude, just chill. There's a reason I stopped doing drugs; I warned you about this shit.
Stan: ...Alright.

The boys went home from the arcade; after a while, Stan went back to his "insane" theory that Kenny was immortal. Cartman and Kyle ignored him, though. Ever since he started doing drugs, most of the things he said were even dumber than when he was drunk, which surprised them. Thankfully, he was the first one to be dropped off.

Kyle: Alright, Stan, go home. Rest. You'll feel much better in the morning.
Stan: Sure, sure... Whatever.

"Fucking idiot... If they come to take me away, I'll kill him."

Cartman was the second one to be dropped off, and now it was just Kenny and Kyle. Without the other two boys around, they didn't talk much to each other; they just glanced at each other whenever the other wasn't looking. They finally arrived at Kyle's a few minutes afterward. Kenny gave Kyle a short hug (although Kyle just stood there without doing anything) as a way of saying "Goodbye" and left.

Kenny ran home as fast as he could, not because he was emotional, but because he simply wasn't used to how slowly the other boys walked. It was very hard for him to slow down enough so that they could keep up, but now he didn't have to. When he got there, he found Kevin once again wearing one of his parkas. They wore the same size, and Kevin started liking his parkas after realizing how warm and comfortable they were. Just like when they were kids, every single piece of clothing in Kenny's closet was identical: Bright orange parka, bright orange pants and brown shoes. His parents wanted him to get different clothing, but he really liked orange, and he loved those parkas. He would've gotten bright orange shoes, socks and gloves as well, but he thought that was overkill (not to mention that he would look stupid with that much orange on him).

Kenny: Dude, I've told you a hundred times not to wear my stuff without asking.
Kevin: Come on, bro, relax. Tell you what, you can wear some of my stuff. How does that sound?
Kenny: You don't have anything in orange.
Kevin: There are other colors, you know.
Kenny: I like orange.
Kevin: Fine, whatever. But seriously, chill... And go to sleep; it's late.
Kenny: Why aren't you going to sleep?
Kevin: I'm the big brother. I can stay up for as long as I want to.

"If you don't count the fact that I'm taller than you were at my age."

Kenny followed his brother's advice and went to sleep. He hadn't been sleeping very well anyway, so he got tired fairly quickly during the day, and staying up all night with his friends, even during the weekend, was exhausting. Still, being around his friends (mostly Kyle, who made his heart flutter), was better than staying at home without anything to do.

The following day, Kenny was the first one of the four boys to wake up. He had slept for four hours, but to him it seemed like ten minutes, which just added to his frustration.

"If this keeps up, I'm gonna need to start taking sleeping pills..."

Kenny dragged himself to the bathroom to take a quick shower and then went downstairs to get something to eat. Afterward, he got a call from Kyle about the plans they had made to watch the fifth Terrance and Phillip movie today. Kenny confirmed he was still going, which made him happy. A few hours later, he went to the movie theater to meet his friends... but one of them was missing.

Kenny: Where's Stan?
Eric: I dunno. Probably still sleeping. You know how he is nowadays.

"Basically the same as ever, only now he does drugs. Thankfully, it also means that we don't hang out with him as much. No more 'Kenny can't die' every thirty seconds."

Kyle: The movie is about to start anyway, so we really have to go anyway. Screw Stan.

"I didn't expect that from you, but I guess that's OK..."

After spending almost ten minutes discussing and quoting the funniest parts in the movie, the boys went home. However, Kenny wasn't going to his house right away, first he was going to Butters'.

Kyle: Why are you going to Butters'?
Kenny: I have some stuff to tell him.

"Why do you care?"

Kyle: ...Alright. Goodbye.

Kenny hoped to get another hug, but Kyle just kept on walking, leaving him with his arms half-open.

"...Well, that was... disappointing."

Kenny shrugged and knocked on Butters' door; he was greeted just a few seconds later by Butters' dad and reluctantly welcomed inside. He went up into Butters' room, who put down the book he was reading and gave Kenny a short hug.

"If you were Kyle I might not have this feeling of awkwardness..."

Leopold: Did you see my dad?
Kenny: Yeah. What's up with him?
Leopold: Someone told him I was gay and now he's going from pissed to disappointed.
Kenny: And you didn't think to tell him that whoever it was was lying?
Leopold: Not really. Now I just want to know who it was so I can kick his ass.

"Do you really have to ask? This is obviously Cartman's handiwork."

Leopold: Anyway, I assume you're here to talk about Kyle?
Kenny: Yeah.
Leopold: Well, I've said it before and I'll say it again: Tell him and only him about your sexuality first, then work your way up to your feelings.
Kenny: Only him? That's kinda hypocritical coming from someone who told most of his friends.
Leopold: And look what happened. My dad's not sure if he should kill me or send me to a straight camp again, while my mom is being overly dramatic as always and thinks the world is going to end.
Kenny: ...I see your point, but I'm not sure if your advice is any good. Even if I agreed with it, I have no idea of how I should tell him. If I just tell him without any sort of long, boring speech, he might...
Leopold: Overreact?
Kenny: ...That works. I'll probably only have one shot at this, so I need to do it right... How did you do it with your dad?
Leopold: He yelled at me, asked me if it was true and I was so scared that I just nodded without really thinking.
Kenny: ...Ouch.
Leopold: That won't help you in the least, though.
Kenny: You're right.

Kenny and Butters spent a long time discussing ways for Kenny to talk to Kyle about his feelings, until Kenny realized it was getting late and decided to go home. He was frustrated that he couldn't think of a way to tell Kyle about his feelings that wouldn't make the latter run away. When he got there, he found Kevin using his computer while wearing his clothes, which just added to his frustration. He started yelling at him and, after Kevin got up to try and calm him down, a single bullet went through the window and hit Kevin in the stomach. Kenny didn't think and just grabbed on to his brother while shouting at his mother to call an ambulance. A few minutes before the ambulance arrived, however, his brother died from massive blood loss.

It turned out that Stan was so sure that his theory was right that he stole a weapon and waited for Kenny to get home, waiting for the right time to shoot him. He saw Kenny go up into his room and fired on the first orange thing he saw. He thought that if he was high while doing it that he would still remember it when the drugs left his system and be able to confront Kenny about it. In spite of his careful planning, he shot the wrong person, but didn't even realize it; then he went home and slept until noon.

The next day he went to Kenny's almost as soon as he woke up to talk to him about what happened, but the house was completely empty. He searched for a very long time until he found Kenny and his family at a funeral. It had been arranged in secrecy, per Kenny's request. When Stan realized what he had done, his legs suddenly stopped supporting him, as if his weight had increased tenfold. He dropped to the ground, curled up into a ball and just started crying, creating a small river of tears that ran from his face to his coat, where they were quickly absorbed by the thick fabric.

Kenny saw his friend lying there, ran straight for him and shook him, asking him what was wrong, but Stan didn't say anything; he just looked at Kenny with tears rolling down his face and mumbled "Sorry", followed by unintelligible words over and over again. Kenny was terrified; he didn't know what was wrong. After he was examined by the doctors, they told Kenny what happened: Apparently he suffered a shock that was too much for him to bear, so he locked himself in his own head. Of course, the doctors didn't know that he was the one who had shot Kenny's brother. Kenny approached Stan, gently ran his hand across his friend's arm held his hand tight.

Kenny: ...Hey, Stan... I'm not sure if you can hear me, but the doctors say that you're stuck in there somewhere, so you probably can... I don't know what happened, but you have to snap out of it. We... We were going to pull pranks on the 12th graders during the prom, remember?

Kenny laughed nervously, but it soon turned into sobbing.

Kenny: ...You have to snap out of it... Please...

But he didn't. Stan laid there, motionless and mute. When the other boys arrived, they had a similar reaction to Kenny. Cartman, who always portrayed himself as a "tough guy" was actually the first to start crying. All three boys sat there around their friend, waiting for him to suddenly come back... but it was all in vain.

PRESENT

Kenny wiped the tears off his face, turned around and started walking towards the hospital. It was far away, which gave him time to go through what had happened six years ago again and again, as a way to punish himself. A few years after the incident, he found out what Stan had done, but it didn't change anything; it just added to the guilt. Now he blamed himself for his brother's death and Stan's condition.

"If I had told Stan the truth, none of this would've happened... It's all my fault."

He had lost two of his closest friends that day – Stan and his brother. Both irreplaceable, both important. And they were gone.

Well, that's the first chapter. It's more or less "filler", but I think it was good anyway.
On an unrelated note: I am thinking about "rewriting" my first four stories in the same writing style that I'm using now (I'll still keep the original stories, in case I need them). There are a few things that I was unable to show you (although they're pretty much meaningless) due to my admittedly poor writing style. I will consult the rules carefully to see if I can do that without getting in trouble, although I don't remember seeing anything in them that might affect my plans. If I can't, I will try to keep the same basic plot of all four but with some major differences for the thirteenth (meaning that I'd merge all four basic plots into one story with 11/12 chapters, although it would have some big time skips in it).