In an empty house, on an empty street, in a town forgotten by the world, there sat an envelope that had been opened and resealed. In that envelope was a letter that was addressed to a boy. The letter was written by a friend of that boy. The boy's name was Stan and his friend's name was Kyle. And the unread letter went something like this:
Hey, Dude.
What's up, Stan? I gave this letter to Kenny to give to you after we moved. I really hope he gives it to you. I know we didn't get to say goodbye… I just thought it would be too hard. There are things I want to tell you, but I knew I couldn't say them to your face. I was afraid it would make things awkward between us. But… here it goes. I know that you and Wendy don't get along that well, but you guys just seem to be right for each other. Sometimes you fight, but it never lasts that long… and sometimes it seems like she's never there for you, but you go right back to her when she calls. You're like her dog, dude. And even though you look so happy half the time, I still can't stand the way she treats you. I know I'm wasting time bitching about your girlfriend, but I feel I need to address the issue with her before hitting the real reason I'm writing. I don't know how else to say it other than coming right out. I like you, Stan. More than a friend. I think I may even love you. I know that sounds gay, and you probably think I'm a fag, but you can't control how you feel, right? I'm sorry for leaving without saying goodbye, but I don't think I could've left you if I did.
Yours forever,
Kyle Broflovski
Under the original letter, in much messier handwriting, a simple response was scrawled:
I love you too.
Hello everyone. It's 3:04 in the morning and I'm exhausted, but I just HAD to type up this drabble-ish Style fic. This is for my friend Kathryn. She LOVES Style. :) I hope you like it, JB. 3 Oh, and I am too tired to check for spelling or grammar errors. Feel free to point them out to me! And please review. ~KennyMcCormick1313~