This is just a 10 min drable I did after watching some corny scare movie. Comment if you liked it, comment to complain if you didn't. What ever makes you happy. oh, and there is slash/yaoi in this(meaning guyXguy). If you don't like that than don't read it. or do read it and flame the crap out of me. Ether way.
Stan opened to the first blank page he could find in the old notebook on his bed. One passage a day, that's all he had to do to get the counselors off his ass.
I loved him much more than the woman, but it had to be one of them and she looks so damn good in that black dress.
The notebook was thrown across the room the moment the sentence was written. Who needed therapy anyways? It was only murder after all.
Cartman hated writing in the stupid notebooks the shrink had given him and his friends. What did he care that one of the boys in his little group was dead? It's not like he ever liked Kyle in the first place.
The line between hate and love is so fine you don't always know when you've crossed it.
Cartman hated the stupid Jew and could care less that he was dead, but Eric was drowning, unable to stop crying inside his small corner of subconscious space in the fat boys mind. Eric was dyeing without Kyle around to help fight off the bad side of him that was Cartman. Hopefully the shrink wouldn't find the split in this strange and fragile mind.
Kenny giggled as he sat up in his bed. He hadn't died in weeks, and it was all thanks to Stan. What a crazy guy, killing his best friend over something as silly as a crush. Oh well, it suited Kenny just fine. The sacrifice of a pure, kind, and virgin boy was all it took to stop Kenny's horrific deaths. Who knew? Makes sense though, the kid was his exact opposite!
Better him than me…
Funny, but Kyles was my first funeral. I kinda' like them! All the black cloths and crying chicks is stupid, but I missed all of mine so it made me feel good to see someone else miss they're own.