Growing up heading to college and being left alone. Each of us made our own choice. Kenny dropped out senior year, knowing he hadn't enough credits for college, and ended up getting him self jail time for having sex with a girl who still wasn't eighteen. They broke up, she reported rape charges. Which he was found guilty dealing with the girl seemed to know how to get her self through those things. Eric got held back for ditching school to much, though he matured over that summer he was held back. From what he had told me he was getting low B's in every class. I didn't believe him, but I didn't know.
Stan was the last one. I didn't know where he went, or what he did. His football track seemed to go for him, but right when Summer hit his whole family vanished. His phone still worked obviously because when I called him, it when straight though, ring ring ring and then voice mail. I texted him I had no replies saying the number was not available any longer. I didn't know anything about him. It disappointed me. He knew the few days after that I was going off for college. I was accepted into a college up north, he knew this. He didn't seem bothered by it at all.
The worst of it all, the thing I hated the most, that whole year; my whole first year of college I heard nothing from the dark haired boy I had fallen in love with years before high school, years before jr high, and years before middle school. The whole year I missed him. I hated that I didn't know where he went. Each night I thought about it, until I broke out in tears, my heart ached to the idea if he forgot me in that year. Everything seemed to ache.
"N-no Mom. No. Yes I'm fine, I'll be okay. I'm sorry I can't make it this holiday season. Yes mom, we are snowed in real bad. A lot of the kids are stuck here. Yes I know! Their holiday doesn't start until later, but they are going-" I choked as I heard the bitter words from her. "Okay Mom, bye." I hated those words. My phone went black as I sat up on my bed staring at the blank walls I never felt like covering. I shivered some, pulling my slender legs up to my slender chest. I hated those words. 'I love you Kyle.'
I wasn't the same anymore. I let my hair grow out, I stopped eating. My skin was much paler then it use to be. My eyes dull. I hated to speak, I hated to hear my mother. I stopped all contact with Kyle and Eric. Even my little brother I didn't care about. Though these weren't my worries at all. It was him. Almost two years and I haven't seen his face.
The only thing I recall from him is his calling picture I still had on my phone, but was that still him? The teenager who had soft hair, and a bit of stubble coming in on his chin. With those dark hues which seemed blue to me, but everyone else saw them as black. The one who made me smile. Maybe he changed. Maybe he had two girls on each arm now instead of Wendy, or what if they got married. She did after all leave before everyone else for college. What if they all went to be around her. What if it was now Wendy Marsh.
I shivered to the thought until a second one crossed my mind. Still Stan Marsh, still a unmarried man. His hair still soft, his smile still to die for. His skin tanned from the sun. His eyes still that amazing blue I saw. His everything exactly the same. It made my heart race as I closed my eyes, feeling tears fall down them. I wanted him back. I wanted everything back to the way it was. Kenny no longer in jail, Eric still the same ass hole he was before. And Stan, there. Right there when I needed him.