were never getting old SP
by ~ZigZag19
Kenny POV
"Kenny everything ok?" Kyle's voice startles me out of my daydream. I've been spending more and more time inside my own head ever sense the whole mysterion thing. And now this, Stan marsh, one of my best friends, had to become a cynical asshole and leave. I didn't realize it until after he left, but Stan was the one who kept this fucked up little foursome together. Now, Kyle and cartman actually get along. I know, it was a shock to me too. I doubt it will last though; it's only a matter of time until cartman says some offensive Jew joke that will make Kyle mad.
'Kenny?" I realize I didn't answer his question.
"Fine" I say, I then sigh, I can't lie to them "it's just that I miss Stan."
"He's a cynical asshole now; he's no fun to hang out with anymore." Kyle says, but his voice cracks, which proves what I already assumed, he misses Stan too. I can't just sit here and be powerless anymore! I then get an idea, it's a long-shot, but...it just might work.
That night.
I just finish tilting the camera at the right angle and uploading the weblink to Kyle and Stan's e-mail accounts (or whatever they call that technical mumbo jumbo). "There...perfect" I say and pull the gun from out of my pocket, don't freak, I got this thing legally, they will give them to anybody at the gift shop at NASCAR. In case you haven't figured it out by now, I am staging a suicide. I'll send the copies of the video to Stan and Kyle, and in the morning I will just wake up in my bed like nothing happened. I know that they won't remember me dying after the day is over, but maybe they'll remember the making up part right afterwards? I guess I'll have to find out. I press record on the camera, it's now or never. I say the speech I rehearsed thousands of times.
"This is Kenny McCormick and this is my suicide note" god, it sounded a lot less cheesy in my head. "I can't deal with everything going on in South Park anymore, so I have decided to end it all. Kyle and Stan, your foolishness is what caused me to do this." I hate saying this part, I don't want them to deal with all that guilt, but it's the only way my plan will work. I then pull the trigger and die.
Stan POV
I was lying in my bed, feeling sorry for myself, ever sense I turned ten life has been looking, well, shitty. I lost all my friends, my parents divorced and we had to move to a new house. South Park is still close by but it doesn't matter, nobody there wants to see me anyways.
"Stan, Kyle's on the phone for you, he says it's urgent." mom says. Kyle? I haven't spoken to him sense that night when we went to the movies; I suppose I'll see what he wants.
"Kyle?" I ask in the phone, I listen closely and realize he's sobbing "are you ok?"
"Stan, did you check your e-mail?" he says
"not recently, why?"
"Check it, right now." I do what he says and open my first new e-mail from Kenny. I can't believe what I see afterwards. "Kenny killed himself? Why would he do such a thing?" I gasp in horror.
"He said in the end it's because of us! I can't believe it, why did we let it go this far?" Tears start to pool in my eyes, Kenny was my friend, and I am to blame for his death...
"I'll be right over."
"Stan, you really don't have to..."
"It's no big deal, I know you're hurting right now and so am I, maybe we can be miserable together.
"Sure, why not?" Kyle says, and then he hangs up the phone.
"Mom, can I go to Kyle's house?"
"You haven't been there in a while."
"I know, but please?"
"ok." I didn't tell her about Kenny's death, I couldn't. When she finds out her only son has caused the death of one of his friends. She couldn't bear it, I can't bear it.
Five minutes later, we arrive at Kyle's house. "Call me when you're finished" she says before driving off. I approach the door slowly, and knock.
"Hello Stan" Mrs. Broftlski says, she looks happy, I guess Kyle didn't tell her either. "Kyle is in his room waiting for you." I find Kyle sitting on his bed, hands on his head. he looks like he's been crying. Not that I blame him, I have been crying as well.
"Stan, is that you?"
"ya, Kyle, it's me." I am taken aback as Kyle leaps up and hugs me. And with that hug, our friendship was back. Nobody had to say anything I could just tell.
"Kenny was right, the whole thing was stupid." Kyle says after he lets go. "I don't want to lose you Stan! I've already lost Kenny, I don't want to lose you too!"
"i don't want to lose you either Kyle. When everything in life turned shitty, you guys were the only ones that weren't. It's funny even though I saw the world as shit; I still can't imagine ending your life. Life is special, and what Kenny did, ending it. It's no better then what I did. we both failed to see the beauty in life and if you can't do that, it's no better than being dead." just then, everything changed, nothing looked like shit anymore, everything went back to the way it was when I was nine, back to the way it's supposed to be.
"your right, I'm sorry Stan, I should have been more understanding, I should have helped you more than I did."
"don't worry about it Kyle, in the end, you did help me." and that night, we cried together, we cried for the week we missed together, we cried for our mistakes, but mostly, we cried for Kenny.
Kenny's POV
I really should have had somebody else film the video. I couldn't stop the video because I was dead, so Kyle and Stan were treated to a long time of empty sidewalk with me splayed across it. It was gross and to be honest, I can't look at it for very long, there is something super creepy about looking at your own dead body. Whatever, I just hope my plan worked. Ping! Evidently it did, I got a text message from both Kyle and Stan, saying they made up. Stan even says that he doesn't see shit anymore. They say something happened to make them rethink their argument, but for the life of them, they can't figure out what it was. Ha-ha. Both texts invite me to come over to Kyle's house at noon; evidently Stan spent the night there. Oh crap! It's already 11:30! I get dressed, and sprint over to Kyle's just in time. I open the door and spot Stan and Kyle looking at me with shell-shocked faces. "What?" I ask, and then I turn my gaze to Kyle's laptop. The video of me killing myself is still on their computer.