Um I'm really not sure how this came about. lol! I was just sitting at Barnes and Nobles and I just started writing! Which is good cause I love when stories fully form in my mind at one time. :D I'm quite happy the way this turned out despite, I'm sure the many errors in this! (sorry my beta is asleep. I wanted to post right when I got home!) I just love angst though, don't you? Haha, I hope you enjoy:D Please remember to review! I'd love to know what you guys think! FLAMES A WELCOME.

-Chi


The day has finally... no.

A toast to..

Stan. My best friend. I've been friends with him since pre-school where it started with a cookie..and Jesus, am I really writing a Best Man's speech for the person I love most on this earth for his wedding day? How fucking disturbed am I? Fuck. I better get nice and drunk at the rehearsal dinner. How am I going to take this? How can I possibly see his eyes light up as Wendy makes her way down the isle, father by her side, in her beautiful hand sewn dress. His eyes full of love and wonder in a deep blue sky with singing melodies and laughter and tears never leaving the sight of his bride. Eyes that have seen his friend die continuously and see right through me, as if it can read my mind, my weakness. Surely my heart will sink to the very depths of the sea, never to be found again. Frozen in a harsh ice land.

Because, the day after tomorrow, Stan, my best friend, and Wendy Testaburger will be Mr. and Mrs. Stanley Marsh. And me? I'll be Kyle Bloflovski, Stan's best friend. Fuck. It hurts

And for the rest of my life it will hurt as I watch their perfect little angelic, blue-eyes, raven-haired daughter grow up. (he always wanted a little girl) and I'll be there for her. Every event. Every Christmas to give my 'niece' her present, then pretend I have a life and make up an excuse to leave this household back to my shitty apartment. Back where I'll be slugging through Law school just the way my parents wanted from me. But every year, I'll stop at the front door on my way out as Stan taps me on the shoulder, hugs me lightly and thanks me for stopping by. I'll listen as he tells me how much he misses the good old days with Cartman, Kenny and Guitar Hero; how much he misses having me around all the time. To use, and use and love and rip and tear. I'll smile cause I miss him too. So, so,so much. And I'll scrape up the courage to tell him how much I love him, but the words fall short because I'll remember that he has a wife, a daughter, and happiness and I... I have.. nothing. And my nose will start tingling and I'll feel my chest contract, but I'll keep smiling for him, because he deserves that much from a useless friend like me. I'll tell him it's getting late and push the door open, feeling the rush of cold air against hot tears. And I will not let him see. How weak and pathetic I am without him. Because he's Stanley Marsh, my best friend and groom, with his soon to be bride, Wendy Testaburger.

And me? I'm Kyle Broflovski. Best man.