Kyle waved Cartman out of his home, throughout the door and into the street until he was no longer visible to the human eye.
Letting out a heavy sigh, he slowly let the door creak to a close and made his way upstairs into his bedroom before taking a long look round. He wondered why his room still seemed so awesome to him yet so awful and pathetic to Stan, whom is- was his best friend.
"Stan..." he whispered softly, and went into his desk's bottom drawer pulling out a folder of photographs, they littered with many of him and Stan, Kenny sometimes in the background with the very few of Cartman.
Collapsing to his knees, he let himself cry hugging the folder, wishing that maybe one day; his best friend will be back.
Kyle Broflovski looked at himself in the mirror, adjusting his hat and zip-up orange and green-striped hoodie.
He frowned and unzipped it halfway to show the loose black tank top with a spider web-like design to it that he designed himself when he was younger and grinned at himself in the mirror, at the same time the door bell rang.
"Kahl!"
He grabbed his brown messenger bag, and flung it round his neck before rushing down stairs and swung the door open into the face of Eric whom fell back into the snow.
"Oops, you okay Car- Eric?"
"I'm okay... damn you, Kahl..."
Kyle looked up and down at Eric, he had lost a lot of weight but was still chubby round the edges, he lost the hat when he was thirteen in Stark's Pond but it was impossible to find so he gave it up and changed his attire; He now wore a red sweater vest, yellow dress shirt with blue stripes round the sleeves and the collar with some grey slacks and his gray bag pack, that had a Nazi armband tied to it, had plenty of badges but the one that stood out was an old Terrance and Phillip one that was slightly faded in colour from the sunlight over the years.
The red-head clung to Cartman's left hand and pulled him upright to his feet grunting at the weight.
"So after school, we off to the movies?"
"Don't see why not... but I do have homework..."
"Loosen up Kahl; all you ever do is homework!"
Kyle blinked in shock at the friendly tone, even though they had become closer friends over the years he would still complain and call him names in that nasty, sadistic tone.
He shrugged it off and patted Eric's shoulder, now level with him in height and nodded.
"We should go, we getting Kenny?"
"Nah, the poor git caught tha' flu."
The two friends laughed, and chatted as they walked but the Jew caught a glance of eye contact with a dark-haired individual.
Stanley stared dully at the two even when they walked off, pressing the inside of his pockets that were his pinstripes trousers he had ripped up and put on a gray shirt underneath his black and blue striped, short-sleeved jacket. His red and scarf hit him in the face repeatedly until he made any effort to move it.
He closed his eyes and muttered something under his breath in his pessimistic tone.
"Kyle... when did you become best friends with that shit-faced sadist?" He trailed off and opens one eye, the other now covered by his raven and cosmic blue hair. "You were so much better than this."