A/N: I know I have many unfinished projects from ages ago, but right now… I have returned to fanfic. I don't know if anyone will even remember me here but, if u do… then I'm sorry for taking such a long break and beginning another new fic but I won't be writing any new fics till I'm done with this one.
Here it was, my home town or at the very least what used to be my home town. South Park, the sign read, South Park Colorado, the town I had lived as a child. The town that I share so many amazing memories, the faces of cherished friends I wished to find and a community that I hadn't seen in 6 years. I was back home, I could never call New York city my home. I grew quiet fond of it, a beautiful place compared to this skeleton of a town.
"We're here Alya," I said happily as I opened my car window, the cold breeze was so unusual, yet something about it felt similar. It was different, definitely a lot colder but yet I could feel the warmth that I had felt here in my childhood. The love that had filled me with unforgettable memories, or it could have just been Alya.
"It's cold," She said quietly, shivering and taking her first glimpse into my home town. This is the first time I had ever gone for a road trip, I didn't really how far South Park was from New York. It's not possible for me to be this far from my friends, friends that I hadn't heard from in ages.
"So, where are we going to go first?" She asked with a smile, analysing all that she could of the town. She hadn't been too interested in the trip but after weeks of pleading, she had no choice but to cave in.
"Fine, we will go to Colorado but then we have to go to India… I want to see my friends too." She said with a deceptive smile. I know she didn't want to go to South Park in the first place and I was about to pick an alternative, something closer, but she finally agreed.
"Of cause, one day I'll take you back to India, might cost a lot of gas in this thing," I said lightly tapping the hood of the newly purchased Honda Intergra, Type-R. It was my very first car, I just had to take Alya for a trip somewhere and I can't believe she didn't want to go to South Park. I told her of so many memories that I treasured, of the friends that I loved.
"Wait, do you even have any of the contact details of your old friends?" She said going through some of things in my closet. She came across my old diary from childhood. It wasn't really a diary, it was more of a journal where I recorded some of the most vigilant days of my childhood. I had started writing it when I first moved here, when I was just 12. When I came here, 6 years ago, all I had were numbers and a few signed pages in that diary, now there was a novel of my time in South Park.
"Uhh… I couldn't get a hold of anyone, except Cartman." I said as I grabbed her from behind, tightly embracing her.
"The fat kid? What happened to Kyle and Stan? What about Butters and Tweek? What did Cartman say when you called him?"
"Don't worry, I'll deal with all these issues, you just enjoy the holiday." I said giving her a kiss on the cheek. 3 years ago, Alya had been a new student at school, now she was my closest friend. After losing Stan, Kyle and Cartman, I lost my best friends and no matter how hard I tried in New York, I could never make any friends that I liked as much as those guys. That all changed when Alya came into my life, at first it was awkward, I always liked girls but slowly… I started falling in love with her. Even so, the loss of my friends couldn't be replaced with love, for it was a different kind of feeling I shared with them. Something I couldn't understand but longed to share again.
"So, where are we going first? Wait… did you book us a hotel?" She asked excited as she started curiously looking through the car window. The street lights were pretty bright but the town didn't look so good.
"Yeah, a 5-star hotel, but only for a night… tomorrow, we are staying at Cartman's." I said with a smile. It was unusual for Cartman to even offer his house, he was always a mean kid but I guess everyone changes.
"A 5-star hotel?" She screamed in enthusiasm. Her eyes lit up, she now looked really interested in the surroundings she was seeing, probably looking for a large hotel.
"Hey, city takeaways…" I say, turning into the parking lot. The old food joint looked regenerated next to city restaurant… So that crazy Asian decided to open up a restaurant? The first new thing I have seen in South Park so far.
"City takeaways?" Alya asked after I parked the car. I stared into the clear glass of the restaurant, inside there was flash, velvety red carpet, golden candle stands and a whole lot of new faces.
"Yeah, this old food joint that was so small when I was little, that restaurant was never there." I said with a smile.
"Oh, cool… let's eat, it's like nearly 8 so let's have diner here." She said excitedly. She quickly unbuckled her seat belt and stepped out of the car. I didn't bother to tell her the food wasn't great here, but that might have changed.
"Come on Kenny," She says as I take a look around, a few things seemed to have changed but it looked so familiar.
"I'm hungry," She said tucking on my arm, trying to get me to move.
"Kenny?" She asked after she didn't get a response. She clenched my arm, like she always did when she was worried but I just continued to I stare through the glass door, no one at all looked familiar. Cartman didn't tell me anything about Stan or Kyle, were they even still here? None of the faces resembled them, or anyone else that I knew. These were all new faces.
"Oh, I was just taking a look at this new restaurant, pretty nice right?" I asked as we walked into it. We told the waiter we would both have some chicken chow mien and fried noodles.
"These chairs are so comfy, this wasn't all what South Park was like before?" I say when we sit at a table.
"Listen to you, your complaining that the chairs are comfy? So what if a few things has changed? It's still South Park?" She said with a smile.
"Yeah, it's still South Park." I said with a smile, it was still South Park and now, Kenny McCormick was back once again.
