I DO NOT OWN SOUTH PARK ALL CHARACTERS GO TO THEIR RESPECTIVE CREATORS!

Sad/Hate/Death

Stan stood over the grave with his friends Kyle and Cartmen. He stood there starring at the stone as tears fell from his eyes as his hands reached up to his hat pulling it down over his eyes as he burst into tears. Kyle stared at his best friend his eyes watering hating seeing his best friend cry as Cartmens sobs came after. "Dude! I can't believe he actually died this time!" Cartman sobbed as he rubbed his nose on his sleeve of his jacket as Stan reached over to the bigger boy and pouted his friends back. "He wasn't suppose to die yet damn it! This is all your fault Kyle!" the bigger kid now shouting at Kyle who backed away before falling to the ground as warm tears fell from his eyes as he shook his head no. Stan frowned at Cartman now hitting the boy in the face. "You fucking dumbass don't start blaming anyone! If we should be blamming anyone we should be blamming your ass!" he yelled at Cartman his tears dried up as hate replaced the boys eyes. "You were the one who told him to stand on the edge of the building and get your hat for your lazy ass!" Stan continued to yell as Cartman away from the boy. "Go away! No one wants you here!" Stan added as he charged at Cartman as Cartman's heart thumped as he turned and ran away from the cemetary as Stan stood where the bigger boy was standing. "Idiot," the black haired boy muttered as he turned and looked down at Kyle. He sighed as he walked over and knelt down beside his red head friend and put his arms around him. "It's not your fault Kyle, he's just trying to put the blame on someone else...you know you didn't do anything," he whispered calmly as Kyle looked at his friend. "But I didn't even try to stop him from going to the ledge," Kyle's small voice said as it cracked and shook from the tears falling from his eyes. Stan shook his head as he dried the boys tears with his hands. "No one stopped him, no one knew the wind was going to get so strong...come on let's go to my house for a while, it's really cold out," Stan told the smaller boy as he stood up slowly pulling Kyle up with him as he started to turn around but stopped seeing an orange figure from the corner of his eye and turned back to the grave with a confused shock look. "Is there something wrong?" Kyle asked his voice light as he stared at Stand before looking at the grave. "I swear I thought I saw Kenny..." Stan told Kyle as he frowned and turned away. "I must be seeing things, come on," he gave a small chuckle feeling uneasy as he grabbed Kyles hand tightly running off as he pulled the boy with him.

Stan panted as he crouched over with one hand on his bedroom door as Kyle fell on his friends bed confused. "Why did we run all the way here? Are you okay you seemed a little freaked out," Kyle asked as his heart slowed back down and he sat up in the bed taking his hat and jacket off as he looked over to his friend. Stan stood straight up taking his jacket and hat off as well and walked over to his bed and sat down beside his friend. "I just felt really uneasy, I mean I really thought I saw Kenny standing on top of his grave bloody and looking to kill," he told Kyle as the other boy gave him a questioning look. "That's impossible Stan, Kenny is really dead this time...you saw his body you saw them burry him under the ground, you couldn't have seen him on grave, it's just your mind playing tricks on you," the red head said as he sat behind the black haired boy and drapped his arms over his shoulders nuzzling Stan's neck trying to calm him down as he reached down and grabbed his hand. "It's scarry Kyle, what if Kenny isn't resting what if...what if he's not happy," Stan whimpered as Kyle gave a scowling look before grabbing Stan's chin lightly with one hand and turned it to face him as he leaned foreward and pressed his lips to the boy. Stan didn't move before sighing into Kyle's kiss and kissed him back biting the smaller boys lip making him open his mouth as he slid his tongue into his mouth explorring the boy's mouth before Kyle's tongue fought with his before they broke apart from each other panting. "Sorry, I really had to shut your ass up," Kyle muttered as Stan gave a blank stare to Kyle before he started laughing as Kyle gave a puzzled look. "I wasn't expecting you to say that, what are you jealous of me missing Kenny because we used to date?" the black haired boy asked as he stared up at the ceiling. Kyle frowned at Stan as he sharply turned to face the wall. "I'm not jealous at all, why would you even say that, I miss Kenny too, but I don't want you to greive his death for to long," the boy said sourly as Stan chuckled before getting up from the bed as he left the room for the bathroom.

Stan sighed heavily as he turned on the water to wash his hands. He looked up in the mirror his eyes widening as the reflection showed a bloody Kenny who was glarring at him clenching his fist. Stan's mouth went dry as he slowly turned behind him seeing Kenny wasn't there and shot back to look in the mirror but he was gone. "I...I need to sleep, I've been staying up to late," he told himself as he laughed lightly to him self as he opended the door and slowly made his way back to his room but stood outside of it hearing Kyle's voice. "Yes mom, okay, I'll be home in a few I need to tell stan bye." he heared his friend say hearing Kyle start to walk to the door. Kyle opened the door and stared at Stan. "Oh Stan just in time, I have to go home my parents want me there tonight," he told his taller friend as he smiled happily. Stan nodded putting on a fake smile as he leaned down kissing Kyle's cheek. "Be safe on your way home don't stop anywhere or anything since it's getting late," he said almost scolding the boy as Kyle rolled his eye's zipping up his coat. "I should be worried about you," Kyle muttered as he stared at the ground "Ah I better go!" he laughed his head shooting up as he ran off as Stan heard the door shut. He groaned hitting his head on his door frame as he slowly made it inside of his room and took his shirt and pant's off getting into his bed putting the bed covers on over him as he laid on his side starring at the wall thinking of Kenny being in pain as he shut his eyes going to sleep as a bloodied Kenny stared down at his old friend. Stan tossed and turned his bed as he opened his eyes and shot up quickly looking around as his cellphone went off beside him. He sighed as he opened the text seeing it was from Kyle. "Goodnight, love you" it read as Stan smiled typing "goodnight, love you too" and sent it as he laid back down closing his eyes smiling happily.

End of Chapter one! Yes really short .;; I promise Chapter 2 will be longer and better written!

Please R&R!