Style fan fiction
I do not own South Park, trey parker and matt stone do.
Kyle pov
Hello my name is Kyle broflovski I am 16 years old and I live in Italy and went to the top college in the country. I use to live in a town called south park Colorado. I moved at age 10 by myself, to attend college with a full scholarship. I left a lot of people behind; including my boyfriend Stan marsh. My best friend Kenny McCormick died for real a week ago from a car crash. My twelve year old brother Ike called me to tell about it and to tell me my parents moved to California. I am flying in to see his funeral, but I don't how I am going to face Stan.
I drove in to town from Denver in a rental car. I pulled up to the old house and saw my little brother in the window
"Kyle!" he shouted. "I missed you so much." "I missed you to little brother." I replied.
We drove to the church and Stan was waiting for us. "Hello." I said softly. He didn't reply all he did was nod his head.
As we walked in I saw everyone. I saw Wendy, Bebe, Eric and everyone from our fifth grade class.
As the funeral went on the priest said "and now Kenny has asked his two best friends to say a few words. Kyle and Stan will you please come up here."
I didn't know what to do; till Stan reached for my hand and said "Come on it is ok."
Stan started to say a great speech about how great Kenny was and wishes he was here right now.
Then he motioned to me to speak. I walked up and had to pause for a second.
I started to speak. "It has been six years since I have been here and Kenny still remembers me because that is the kind of person he was. I can't say the same for me, I had totally forgot my life in this town." I paused.
Then continued. "And for that I am a shitty friend. I wish I could have been he with every one, when my brother called I started to think about my life here. I realized what an idiot I was for forgetting this great place. I do miss Kenny and I miss this place. Kenny was a great friend who would always help me with my many health problems." Everyone laughed.
"We will miss you Kenny."
Once we finished the funeral we had a reception. I was talking to people and every now and then I would start speaking in Italian.
After they left I went back to the house with Ike and Stan. Ike went in the house, so Stan and I finally talked.
He spoke first. "I missed you Kyle and it really good to see you." I started to cry because we hadn't seen each other for a while.
He grabbed me and kissed me.
I stopped crying and finally spoke. "Stan I am sorry but there is something you should know." "Come on out Charlie and Toby. Stan meet your two kids your daughter 'Charlie' and your son Toby."