New story! Its so cliché of an author to write something about Kyle moving away and such, but I need to. I just want to see how people will enjoy my writing style with it. I don't have any idea of what I just said.

Stan's POV.

Things weren't the same after Kyle moved away. I was left alone without my super best friend by my side, and all I had left was Kenny and Cartman. The two weren't so bad, but Kyle just meant a little more to me, you know?

His parents were strict. They were strict about everything. If he went to school with un matching socks, he'd probably get yelled out. Though they were so mean to him and his brother, they claimed it was only for his well being.

That was why they made him move away from South Park. They moved as far away as they could possibly get. England. Why they chose there, I don't know, and probably won't anytime soon, but it doesn't really concern me.

They were sick and tired of the day to day shit going on in town, that they decided it was too much for them. They chose it at a wrong time, because things like that stopped happening back when we were in elementary school. I mean, we were in High School now; I didn't think it was much of a big deal.

But they did, and that's all that matters to them.

I looked at the wall on my clock and then back down towards my desk. I shifted over to my bed, where I lay down there instead. He'd been gone for a few months now, and the only way I had ever had of communicating with him was the internet.

We'd chat on the computer for hours online a day. It was nothing like real life though. Since his parents didn't let him had a phone, I hadn't heard his voice in a while. I'd always wondered if he'd sounded any different from the last time I'd heard or seen him.

When I thought of Kyle, I cried. I'd cry for an hour at most. As stupid as that made me sound, you'd be upset to if your best friend of 17 years decided to leave you in such a hurry one day, with no say over the decision themselves. Thinking of him made me cry. I could never hold back the tears when that happened.

I'd let them run freely down my face. Anyone would have cried like me if they knew what I was going through. I always loved Kyle. And when I say loved, I don't mean only as a friend. No I loved Kyle. Who wouldn't love someone like him? He was beautiful in so many ways.

It was also the one thing he didn't know. I planned on telling him a while before he left, but when he did, it was all just too soon, and I never got the right moment too. I wished I could have told him before he dispersed, but that time was over, so I couldn't really wish about something that wasn't even going to happen.

I'd contemplated if he felt the same way or not. They're were many hints that could have lead me to believe that he loved me back, but I didn't want to give myself to much hope for something that I was unsure of.

Kyle made me smile. Whenever I thought of him, all of these mixed emotions would overwhelm me. Sadness for missing him, happiness for loving him and loneliness for losing him.

I heard a beep on my computer and turned my head to see a chat bar opening,

I went towards to monitor to find a new message from Kyle. I'd just about been ready to fall asleep, but he had been waking up, and early. It was 11pm here, while in London, it was 6. We had a 7 hour difference, which wasn't bad, but we didn't always have the time for each other. I always stayed up late though for him, as he would for me. We'd never miss out on talking with each other.

KyleB: Hey Stan. How's you're day been?

MarshStan: It's been endless. How'd you sleep?

KyleB: Fairly well, my parents are still asleep and school doesn't start for a good two hours.

MarshStan: Good. Then we can talk (:

KyleB: Hah, right.

MarshStan: So… are you making any good friends up there?

KyleB: A few, but no one can replace my super best friend.

MarshStan: Good to know I'm still on top, haha.

KyleB: Of course. We've always been best friends and that's the way it's gonna stay forever.

MarshStan: You know it will. It better too, I can't risk losing you anymore than I already have. Kenny and Cartman are okay, but I still miss you.

KyleB: Ah, Cartman. How's that fatass been?

MarshStan: Fat and racist. He's been letting up a little, but he's still the same on the inside.

KyleB: Does he find the time to make fun of anyone now that I'm not around?

MarshStan: It's becoming less and less frequent. He doesn't act like himself at all anymore. It seems that he actually misses you a bit.

KyleB: Cartman? Miss me? Yeah right. That kid wouldn't miss me if I was the last person on Earth.

MarshStan: No dude I'm like totally serious here. He misses you. Even Ken's noticed, and you know how observant he can be at times.

KyleB: Are you sure we're talking about the same Cartman?

MarshStan: Lol, I'm sure Kyle. The kid's changed.

KyleB: Eh… I'm still leery; I'll have to see it to believe it.

I let a deep yawn pass me as I out stretched my arms towards the ceiling. The sudden feeling of tiredness overtook me.

MarshStan: Hey Ky, I'm sorry, but I have to go.

KyleB: Aww okay D:

MarshStan: I'll be back tomorrow, lol.

KyleB: I know, I was kidding. Haha.

MarshStan: All right, well see you later dude.

KyleB: Bye.

I turned off my monitor and sighed. I couldn't bear another moment without him. The more he came to mind, the emptier I felt. How could you live without something you love? I didn't know how I did it.

Do you guys want me to continue? Tell me if you do, I'll keep it up then.