Responsiblity, what is the meaning of the word? Well I was about to find out the hard way, I just didn't know it yet. I would soon find myself in the company of a very special girl and this said girl was going to change everything in my life. I guess I should start at the beginning of this damn story...It all started with one heated argument between my parents and my sister.

"Shelly, you're only seventeen!" I heard my Mom yell as I tried my best "to do" my homework but was really talking to my super best friend on face time.

"What's going on dude?" he asked

"I don't know," I shrugged "probably something stupid. You know what kind of shit goes on here."

"Yeah," he laughed.

As I continued to talk to Kyle I heard Shelly storm up the stairs and into her room. She slammed her door with such great force that it caused me to jump.

"Dude... Shelly is so fucking mental," I smirked. Kyle agreed and we both continued to talk...

The next day I came downstairs to find Mom all red and puffed eyed as she tried her best to make me my breakfast.

"What's wrong?" I asked

"Shelly's gone," she whispered

"Gone?" I asked trying to hide my smile, you see my sister and I never had the best relationship.

She just nodded and wiped the tears from her eyes "She ran away with some guy."

My mind raced as I thought about Shelly running away with boyfriend Chris, that guy was weird beyond belief. I think it was because he was forever stoned and drunk. But it was her life and she could do whatever she wanted...I guess.

"Oh well," I sighed "what are you going to do?"

That might not have been the best answer to because the next thing I know Mom is down on her knees crying like a baby. I tried my best to comfort her but I had to get to school. "I'm sorry Mom," I say as I kiss the top of her head good bye. At school the rumor of Shelly running away with Chris has already spread like wild fire and before I know it I had people asking me questions that clearly did not have the answer to.

My friends..well mostly Kyle tried their best to comfort me but I kept telling him I was fine with her being gone. Well that was years ago and this is now... Not much has changed and yet it has. I am still friends with Kyle, Kenny and Cartman. When I said not much has changed I lied..everything changed and it all started when Kyle went off to Harvard University. At the time I was happy for him but now I miss having him to talk to about things that are upsetting me. Sure sometimes we still talk on Face-time but it seems to me that he really doesn't have the time for me anymore. I now share an apartment with Kenny and Cartman, have a full-time job and take on-line classes for school.

"Hey Dude," Kenny greeted me as he made his way from his room to the kitchen in just his boxers as I sat at the table on my laptop checking for any messages from Kyle

"How was your night?" I asked briefly taking my eyes off my computer.

"Awesome," he replied grabbing the carton of milk out of the fridge and chugging some "made over three hundred dollars in tips."

"Cool," I nodded with a smile "I'm really happy for you."

"Dude I fucking love my job," he said happily taking a seat across from me.

I smiled before going back to my computer thinking that it really wasn't fair that he made so much money not really doing anything but as me I had to work my fingers to the bone and got paid shit.

"Who would ever had thought that I would be good at male stripping."

"Not me," I said with a smirk but I kinda always knew he go into something like that.

He smiled back at me "So how's your classes going?"

"Great," I replied "game designing is hella cool."

He shook his head like he was listening then he stood up and said "Well see ya later Man."

After Kenny left it wasn't long before Cartman came waddling out "Sup," he said all dressed in his work uniform.

"Going to work early?" I asked with a raised eyebrow, Cartman never went to work early.

"Mind your own business...you hippie." he hissed walking out the door.

I just shrugged it off and went back to my computer...now I know I had a facebook once before and it totally got out of hand but for some reason I decided to give it another try. I logged in to see if anything was new in the world of facebook. My eyes scanned the page before I took notice that I had a message. My heart skipped a beat..maybe it was from Kyle. I clicked on to only to be disappointed to find it wasn't from my friend but from a Shelly Marsh.

"What the hell does she want?" I asked myself as I read her message of "Hi."

:What do you want?: I typed

:Stan, we need to talk: she typed back immediately

I sighed and quickly replied :About?:

:Something,: she wrote :Can you meet me in Denver this afternoon?:

I wondered why she would be contacting me and a part of me really wanted to know, so I told her I would be there.

She told where to meet her and what time...

My mind raced as I thought about what she might want and what I was going to say to her after not seeing her in almost six years. I wondered if she changed or was she still the same?

Disclaimer: Here is a preview of a story I am working on...Should I continue it? Please R&R...