Stan slowly opened the door to Kenny's room, taking a few deep breaths before his steps became loud enough to make himself know, determined not to get ignored again by his friend. It had been nearly a year since Kenny had come out about him being gay and in love with him. Kenny's girlfriend Kelly had found out, and killed herself. They had been dating four years, and had been friends all their lives. Kenny's been depressed, locked in his room ever since.
Stan had so much to say to his friend, always putting it off, 'later on' he kept saying to himself. Today was the day. He felt it when he woke up, and every feeling of his being burst when he realized what he was about to embark on.
"Kenny... Please, just talk to me." Stan whispered. Kenny strummed his guitar slowly, not facing Stan.
Stan wanted to help Kenny for ages, to make him forget his sadness, to become the same old Kenny again, to get closure on the terrible situation he had been put in, and to love him.
Stan walked closer to Kenny, trying to make out his figure through the darkness of Kenny's room. The curtains were down, the lights were off. His eyes took a while to adjust.
He sat down on the bed right beside Kenny. Stan was close enough to feel the small amount of heat coming off his friend. Though the room was so cold. It was though part of him would die, wouldn't give into the situation. Stan could tell it was still his Kenny.
Stan watched Kenny's hands play his guitar. He had watched him many times in the past, but now it was different... more personal. Slowly, his right hand strummed, and his left switched between strings. A slow, gentle song he had never heard before played. Stan put a hand on Kenny's shoulder. It lingered for only a split second before the music stopped and Kenny angrily shoved Stan's hand away like it had been burning him. He stood up swiftly and stalked over to the other side of the room.
Stan picked up Kenny's guitar from the bed and held it. It was worn down, and it looked so used it was near its breaking point. He took a breath, put the guitar down, and started over to his friend. Kenny was hunched over his window, his hands gripped the edge of the wood tightly, his knuckles were white.
Their entire friends had missed Kenny. But they thought he was too far gone to ever get the real Kenny back. He was so emotionless. They stopped inviting him to go out after a few months.
"Kenny..." Stan was right behind Kenny, and, once again, put his hand on his shoulder. Kenny went to pull it away, but to his surprise, he glared and faced him.
Kenny face filled with rage, and he raised his right hand to hit Stan, but was shaking uncontrollably.
Kenny stared at Stan angrily, with cold blue eyes. Anyone else would be terrified. But Stan knew him better than anyone. He saw his Kenny again. Just for a second, before the whole thing changed...
Kenny burst into tears. He dropped his hand and his shoulders slumped in defeat. The tears started rolling down his face at an uncontrollable rate. Stan pulled him into a tight hug. Kenny sobbed miserably into Stan's shirt.
Stan held his friend, knowing this was the end of Kenny's pain. He wasn't going to be fully healed, but he was going to come to be ok with it. He could feel it in the way his friend held him so tightly, like his life depended on it. He could feel all of the pain he had gone through, and all of the love he had to give. Stan finally knew he could say the words he had worked all his life to finally be able to say:
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"I love you too, Kenny."
A/N:Yeah...Hehe got bored and wrote this sooo enjoy! And Review! ;)