HELLO,,,, this is my first story i guess,,,, its p crappy idk it'll be multiple chapters though uM okay so stan is supposed to be from a past lifetime and currently doesnt exist within the group of four so kyle is best friends with kenny to make up for that but NOT FOR LONG... review if ya want this is so weird i've never ever written anything like this hmmmmmmm ***
by the way idk if that is a valid number so ya know tell me if it is because ill change it :p
"G'night guys," I yawn gingerly as I head up the wooden stairs.
"Oh Goodnight bubbeh, we love you!" my oh-so protective mother shouts.
As I approach my own room, I glance over into my brother's. He's peacefully dreaming whatever geniuses dream… Probably a plan to save humanity, who knows. I roll my eyes and head into my own room where I rub my eyes sleepily and open up my clothing drawer. Tonight, I opt for some black stretch shorts with two white stripes that go down each side of my leg, and a light blue shirt with the logo for that Jewish summer camp I attended last year. I launch myself on top of my slumber chamber and let the mattress devour me. Memory foam is a miracle; I make sure to plug my IPhone into its charger and then I'm off to my dreamscape. I yawn one last time and let my eyes flutter shut. The dark void that all sleep begins in begins to fade to white, I suddenly am blinded by the natural Colorado sun, I cringe my eyes and snap my head down. I am greeted by familiar scenery, a black granite road and a yellow pedestrian crossing sign, the heavy icy snow covers the grass beneath my feet. I'm at my bus stop. Of ALL the things to dream about… my bus stop is the LAST thing I'd want to dream about. Well I shouldn't say that… I never want to see Indiana Jones be put through such a hardship EVER again… My ears are filled with the sound of crunching, I turn my head to the right to see my over-bundled up friend Kenny waddling up the road in his rigid orange parka. He could really use a new one. I lift up my hand and give him a short friendly wave in which he responds with what looks like a grin. It's always very difficult to tell how he is expressing his emotions because he always keeps his hood up. Still, he's my best friend and wouldn't trade him in a second. Who else would I get to complain about Cartman with all the time? Speaking of Cartman, he usually gets here before Kenny.
"Hey dude! How'd you get h-"bzzzzzzzt bzzzzzzzt- My eyes jolt up at that frightening sound. I am greeted by a murky ceiling with a faint light illuminating it. I turn my head to see the source of such beam, my phone had a message. I feel a bit embarrassed that my phone's alert had startled me out of slumber. I unlock it to reveal an unknown number had texted me.
+2243219987
11/4/13 11:13 PM
No subject
hey can u pick me up?
Obviously, they had the wrong number…. I better tell them.
Re: No subject
11/4/13 11:15 PM
Dude, you have the wrong number.
Re: No subject
11/4/13 11:16 PM
Haahaha kay sure you know where Bills Pub is rite?
Re: No subject
11/4/13 11:18 PM
No, really, you have the wrong number. I don't know any Pubs owned by Bill. I don't know anyone with cellphone number starting with "224".
Re: No subject
11/4/13 11:23 PM
Okay dumbass stop trying to b funny come pick me up Dan
Re: No subject
11/4/13 11:27 PM
My name is KYLE not DAN. Stop texting me, I have no clue who you are.
Re: No subject
11/4/13 11:23 PM
DAN STOP BEING A DOUCHE JUST BECAUSE I GOT YOU ONCE DOESN'T MEAN YOU HAVE TO DO THIS EVERY TIME
At this point, I gave up; I set my phone to silent and threw it onto the ground. I turned over on my left side and shut my eyes. This time, I had no dream, I'm stuck wandering through the black void without a way out. Suddenly a chill goes down my entire spine, it causes me a great discomfort and I pull the covers up to my face. Unfortunately for me, it seems to get colder and colder. I finally can't stand it and sit up. I groan in irritation and look over at my digital clock: 1:43 AM, fantastic. I go to my drawer and grab a pair of grey sweatpants. I sloppily exchange bottoms and stumble back to bed. With what only feels like five minutes I hear a crash within the confinements of my room. At this point, I can literally give two shits what fell. I change sleeping positions and snuggle up to my blanket. Right after that, I begin to hear someone eerily moaning. I scrunch up my face in disgust, my parents are probably doing it… this wouldn't be the first time that they couldn't learn to shut the door. I throw my pillow over my head in hopes it will muffle their filthy noises, but to my dismay it seems that it won't. I let out a groan in distress but, as if it was instantaneous... the moaning stopped. It seemed a bit strange so I uncovered my head and put a few strands of my ridiculous mane of hair behind my ear. Nothing. I open my eyes to reveal a yet again murky ceiling. Another light is illuminating my room. I quickly look down to see my phone is not the source this time. I lift up my head and look at my alarm clock. In the process I find what the glowing object in my room is. I gasp in shock and rush into the inside of my sheets for protection.
He was translucent, wearing a red and blue poof ball hat, a brown jacket, navy blue jeans, and brown shoes. He was a foot off the ground! "Is this some kind of p-prank? Did Cartman fucking put you up to this?" I struggle to keep composure.
"Who the hell is Cartman? "The translucent boy asks in curiosity.
The boy looks down at himself and seems to be just as shocked as I am! He begins to wear a face of worry and pats himself down, then tries to touch the floor with his feet. After many failed attempts, he looks up at me looking as if he's about to cry. He mumbles to himself for a minute. He finally gulps and wearily makes eye contact with me. "Am… Am I imagining this?"
"N-no, you're not…" I say in a hushed tone. I should be the one asking if I'm imagining things! We sit in silence observing each other hoping we can grasp an explanation. The boy pinches the bridge of his nose and squints his eyes shut and sighs.
"I remember that I was walking Sparky and then everything flashed black, then I woke up here…" He releases his fingers from his nose and looked back up at me. He gets a bit closer passing through a bit of my nightstand and chokes. "I think I might have died…"
At that, I begin to sniff trying to hold back tears. He should be the one who's crying though. I must be going insane!
"Oh dude! Don't cry, here! I'll um.. I'll get… Wait… Shit…." He begins sniffling and covers his face with his hands.
We both break down and cry, the sounds of misery fill the room. I lick the salty tears that come from my eyes and rub my face raw. We cry until we can't cry anymore. I finally look over at my clock to see that it is 4:03 AM. I glance over at my ghostly guest and give a small grin. He looks over and starts to smile too. He holds out his hand and I hold out mine. My hand passes through his and we both look a little embarrassed.
"My name is Stan. I am… or was 10..." He puts a hand on his neck and sheepishly glances at the ground.
"I'm Kyle." I chuckle.
"Well this will be interesting." Stan giggles, little did I know I had just met my super best ghoulfriend.
well i hope you found this somewhat interesting this will be updated frequently because im on summer break and no one will hire me :| i need tha cash
well bye bye ***