I had and idea. And, as usual, it spun wildly out of control, producing this angst-ridden oneshot. It scares me. I don't know if it's good, sad, or just weird. Oh well, R&R please.

Onesided KylexStan? Maybe? Or perhaps it's purely platonic? Even I don't know.

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Kyle grabbed the closest notepad. He jammed his pencil into the electric sharpener on his desk. I'll show that mother fucker... He put pencil to paper...

You left your best friend for the in-crowd. Funny how things work out. You left, but the kids you went to treat you like shit. What goes around comes around, asshole, you should have known that it was your loss from the beginning.

Thing is, I don't need you to be my best friend any more. I don't care if you "hang out" with the "cool kids". I have my own friends. I don't care if you think they're nerds, they're better friends then you.

You arrogant, self-centered piece of SHIT! Hope you're happy that you're going to end up alone, and everyone will hate you! At least I have friends that care about me! I cared about you... I always assumed you cared about me too, but I guess you can never be too sure, huh? Well fuck you! You never deserved to be my best friend! You never deserved anything from me!

When you take a good look at your life, and realized you left behind the one good thing you could have always had, you'll realize just how stupid you are. And when you try to find me, I won't be there! I'll have moved on, and you'll just be stuck. Stuck in this stupid town, stuck in your stupid life, with nowhere to go. You think I'll care? No. I can move on. Seems you've already moved on. You're a fool.

Kyle

Kyle looked over the paper. That bastard would see. He'd see that Kyle was doing just fine. Kyle didn't need his stupid fucking ass sitting around moping about Wendy, or calling Kyle a nerd, or...

A tear rolled down his cheek. He brushed it away quickly. I'm fine. I don't need him. I really don't.

He paused, and then began scribbling furiously once more. More tears came in a flood.

Who the fuck am I kidding? You were the best friend I ever had. Why did you leave? I won't move on. I can't move on. I'm the one who's stuck. I'll always be stuck without you. Damn, Stan, why did you leave? Remember the good times, I guess. I will never forgive you...

Kyle threw the notepad and the pencil at the wall. He hugged his knees and was overwhelmed by racking sobs.

I will never forgive you...

but I will always love you.