OhmyGodanotherchapter. Just in case you were wondering, the whole CartmanxTweek thing WILL have it's way in the story, the Stan-drama is just fun. I can't believe how easily it goes to write about Kyle and Stan. It just comes so naturally. I guess that's 'cause they've already got a rock solid friendship as base for any type of relationship. But whatever, the rest of the story won't focus solemnly on Kyle and Stan, don't worry. :)
Disclaimer: South Park belongs to Matt Stone and Trey Parker. Duh.
The group headed on to the Marsh's residence. The journey went on with no real drama. "There's Stan's house." Kyle informed them. They walked up to the front door and Kyle rang the doorbell. Sharon Marsh opened the door. "Hello boys, how can I help you?"
"Hello Mrs. Marsh, is Stan here?"
"Stan? He left to hang with you boys about ten minutes ago. I figured he'd be with you by now."
"Hm, that's strange. I guess he just took a different route than we did, then. I'm sure he's fine."
"I hope so. Would you mind giving me a call when you find him, Kyle?"
"Sure thing, Mrs. Marsh. Bye then."
"Goodbye boys, enjoy your day."
Once they were certainly out of the Marsh's sight, Kyle dropped his 'everything's-just-fine'-face to make room for a more worried expression.
"Guys, I think something might be really wrong here. There is no way to Stark's Pond anywhere where we wouldnt've seen Stan."
"What're you implying, Jewlock Holmes?"
"That something happened to Stan! He wouldn't ditch us without a phone call, fatass!"
Tweek started to panic and began shaking. "Oh my God, dude! What if he got kidnapped?! Or raped?! Or – oh sweet Jesus – or what if he got murdered, man?!"
Cartman gave Tweek a tap on the back of his head. "Snap out of it, nutcase."
"S-sorry… I need some c-coffee, man!"
Kyle closed his eyes for a second to get his thoughts clear. "Okay… we'll go to Wendy's house to see if he might have gone there, on the way we'll pass by Tweak's Coffee. Kenny, you're going in to get it 'cause Tweek can't be seen by his father and I don't trust Cartman keeping his big mouth shut about him. Alright, Kenny?"
"Mphmh." (Okay.)
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Kenny stepped into Tweak's Coffee, where he was immediately greeted by Mr. Tweak.
"Hello there, how may I help you?"
"Mh mph mnh mph mphmph, mphh." (I'd like one black coffee, please.)
"Excuse me?"
Kenny lowered the hood of his parka, exposing his beautiful blonde hair, which remained looking healthy regardless of the home he lived in being filthy.
"I'd like one black coffee, please."
"Alrighty, that'll be 2,50."
Kenny reached into his pocket and dug up the 5 dollars 'emergency coffee-cash' Tweek had given him and placed it on the counter. Mr. Tweak made the coffee and gave Kenny his change. Kenny took both, put the money back in his pocket, mumbled "thank you" and one-handedly put his hood back on.
Once outside again, he gave Tweek his coffee and held out his other hand with Tweek's change on it. Tweek seized the coffee and told Kenny to 'keep the c-change'. Kenny smiled at him, even noticeable with his hood on.
"Wow, Kenneh, you must feel rich now, huh?"
"Mph mph." (Fuck you.)
"Enough you guys, let's go find Stan!"
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They heard loud metal blasting from behind their old school as they came by it.
"Ack! S-such noise! How c-can anyone listen to that, man?!"
Kyle shrugged. "Probably the Goth Kids. They still hang out there. From what I've heard they never even bothered to find a new place to go, and that they scare little children."
"Hell I'd be scared too if some faggy Goth kid played their fucked up music near me too and had me listen to their poetry. I'd be scarred for life." Cartman added.
As they moved further away from South Park Elementary they heard less of the music, which seemed to brighten the overall mood of the boys.
"I hope Stan's at Wendy's…" Kyle mumbled as her house grew closer ahead of them.
"Quit yer bitchin', Jew. He probably just wanted some ass instead of having to listen to you all day."
Kyle was too worried about Stan to give Cartman's words a second thought, which annoyed him greatly. After a while he resorted to ripping on Kenny for being poor since Kyle didn't seem to give a reaction to anything whatsoever.
They were in Wendy's front yard now and once again it was Kyle who rang the doorbell. After waiting impatiently for 30 seconds or so, Wendy cheerfully opened the door, though somewhat surprised to see Kyle.
"Hey Kyle. What's up?"
"Hey Wendy, not much. I was just wondering if Stan is with you?"
Wendy's expression went from happy to dangerously icy.
"No. Sorry Kyle. He's not with me."
"Oh goddamnit… do you have any idea where he might be?"
"I don't know. But if you'll excuse me, I have things to do."
Without giving Kyle a chance to say anything else, Wendy slammed the door shut in his face without saying another word.
"Bitch." Cartman said.
"That was rude…"
"Why did s-she do that, man?!"
"I'm starting to get really worried about Stan, you guys…"
"Mh mph mp." (He'll turn up.) Kenny said and put an arm around Kyle's shoulder to try to comfort him a bit.
"Don't be such a fag, Kenneh. And Jew, I'm sure your girlfriend will come falling out of nowhere soon."
Tweek twitched. "Maybe he got abducted by aliens, man! Or the gnomes took him and forced him into slavery! Argh!"
Kyle took a deep breath and sighed. "Let's go back to Stark's Pond. Maybe he's there by now." He half heartedly suggested.
On the way there Cartman was mumbling to himself. "Goddamn Stan… ruining my day… crossed half of town…" and so on.
They heard the Goth Kids' music being louder than before, to Cartman's great irritation. "Goddamn Goth Kids!" he complained. "I'm going over there and making them turn their fucking bullshit down!"
The four boys walked around to the back of South Park Elementary and stopped dead in their tracks. Kyle slowly reached for his cell phone and dialed Stan's home number. "Mrs. Marsh? Kyle Broflovski speaking. We found him."
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What they saw had by far not been what they had expected. Behind the school, on top of a blanket, lay Stan Marsh with his eyes closed, a portable CD-player and speakers on his right and a book on his left.
Kyle was the first to take any form of action and walked over to Stan. As he came closer he saw Stan was not only dressed in black from top to bottom but had also been wearing thick layers of makeup around his eyes, yet it was all ran out as if he had been in tears before. Kyle softly poked him in his side as he had sat down next to the sleeping boy. "Stan?" he whispered.
Stan's eyes slowly opened, for a moment he didn't quite realize where he was but it all came back to him as he sat up and looked around with a confused face.
"Kyle, what're you doing here?" Stan asked in a somewhat somber tone.
"Looking for you! We've crossed half the town to find you when you didn't show up at Stark's Pond."
"Oh… I'm sorry. It completely slipped my mind."
"What's gotten into you, Stan? This is so unlike you! Your mother was worried; she didn't know where you were. What's going on?"
In all honesty, the "Jewlock Holmes" comment kind of made me laugh. I don't know if anyone used it before, but it's still funny to me. And OH THE STAN-GOES-GOTH cliché! Harharhar! It's fun to write about, give me a break ;). Well I ran out of stuff to blab about here. Enjoy. :)
Reviews, general comments, flames, suggestions - anything remains greatly appreciated. But I won't stop writing if I get none.
