Disclaimers and shit- I don't own South Park nor the characters, and that's probably for the best. Read on.

A Stenny fic- CH02

His Smile

Stan eventually decided to roll out of bed. He had barely slept. His regret induced nightmares into his once pleasant dreams. He stood up from where he previously lay. Stan knew he had to face the horror of school today, just like any other day. But he knew today was going to be different.

He proceeded towards his closet. His room hadn't changed much. His walls still wore the same Terrence and Philip posters from when he was ten, despite having grown out of his once favourite show. The only major change was the music setup he now featured in the previously vacant space of his room. He actually loved the violin, of course he would never let anyone else other than his Super Best Friend, Kyle, know that. Other than that, a few new posters of his favourite bands littered his walls. Fall Out Boy, 3OH!3 and Linkin Park amongst them. Surprisingly, he had also taken a liking to a few foreign singers such as Kim Jaejoong, Show Lo and G Dragon. But right now, none of this really mattered to Stan. He just wanted to wallow in his own sorrow of losing a once close friend.

Skipping breakfast, he walked to school with his head down, lost in thought. It took him ten minutes before he realised he was walking in the other direction- towards a fimiliar run down house. Even after 6 years, he somehow subconciously knew how to get there. He simply stood there for a decent half hour taking in his surroundings. Liquor bottles littered the lawn. No, it was too lifeless to even be classified as a lawn. He began registering the house. The door was blackened by what looked like char. Next to it a window that had been smashed from the inside, dried blood staining it. He shuddered at the possibilities. The upper storey had shared a similar fate; smashed windows and a roof that was falling apart. From the front he could see two bedrooms, one he had been in enough to know it was Kenny's. He swore that he could feel his heart drop at the thought of His name. Kenny's name was like Voldemort's, mentioning it would bring a curse, or bad luck, or something like that. Stan didn't know, he hadn't really payed attention during Harry Potter. He mentally slapped himself for even comparing Kenny (His heart dropped again) to someone so horrid.

He fought a hopeless battle with his mind; Should he knock on the door, or was it better to leave? No, he had to knock. He didn't want to be like those people that simply walked away after Kenny (drop.) was impailed.. BY A FREAKING WHALING SPEAR! How fucked up was that. With this, he gained the courage to knock on the blackened door. He stood awkwardly for about 30 seconds before going to knock again. To his surprise, he almost hit Kevin, Kenny's older brother (drop.) , in the face. Kevin flinched at the action before realising who it was.

"Hey," Kevin said casually.

"Oh, uh. Sorry.. uhm... Hi" Stan eventually said, face flushed with embarrassment.

"What do you want?"

"Uhm.. Is Kenny (Drop.) home..?" He felt so stupid saying that, of course he wasn't. He'd been dead for twelve hours minumum. Why did he have to say anyth-. His thought were cut off by Kevin's voice."Yeah." Stan stood there in pure shock. Did he not know that Kenny (Drop.) had died?!" "Kenny!" Kevin called out, " Your friend is here!" Kevin opened the door further, beconning Stan to come inside. He didn't even have time to take in his surrounding before Kevin gave him short, sharp directions to Kenny's room. Stan gave him a grateful nod.

"If I wasn't under so much emotional strain, I wouldnt need them," he whispered to himself, proceeding towards his beacon of hope. Kenny's room.

His stomach didn't drop at the thought of his name. Maybe this was a good sign.