A/N: I feel like this is becoming slightly more detailed and sentimental, as opposed to humorous and rushed. I hope you enjoy this next bit, it's a little more detailed, and talks more about how Kyle feels.
I stick my hands in my pockets, yawning as I pace up the pavement. My Chemical Romance pounds in my ears as I wonder what to do next. Craig had never returned after his abrupt departure, and I doubt he will come back today, either. It doesn't matter much, though. I'm done with the mess that is Tweek and Craig, for now.
School won't start for an hour or two, and so it's irregular for me to be up so early. I normally lie in, hit snooze on the alarm multiple times, not wanting to deal with all these goddamn missions day after day. Today is an important day, though, because, it's about me. No more will I obsess and give myself grief over trying to pair a bunch of teenagers today, no, instead I will do a task I somewhat forgot about.
Helping people get over me.
It doesn't seem too difficult. Clyde seems nowhere n ear effected by it, as cheerful as ever, like Butters, though both seem offbeat when they mention my deceased self, dropping their eyes to the floor and sighing as if reminiscing. I can tell Tweek and Craig haven't so much as thought about me, focused solely on their own dilemma. I haven't spoken to many others who I'm supposed to help, be it getting over me or getting them together with someone, so I'm not too sure on that front.
Like Stan, and my family.
I saw Ike yesterday, walking home from school. He had his familiar Sonic headphones on, and was humming to the music like he had no idea he was being watched. He did eventually look up, and we locked eyes, but only for a second. Like Stan had, he soon dropped his gaze, that sliver of recognition soon lost.
I don't know what to do. Knock on my parents door, say everything and anything I ever wanted to apologise, or be thankful, for? I can imagine how that would go down. No, my aim is to be subtle, not cause havoc or arouse suspicion. The only thing I can do for them now is help others, like they always told me to, and make them proud. I mean, maybe, even, I'll see Ike falling over, or running into a fight with friends, and I might just be able to help him, if I'm still here, that is.
So, that leaves Stan.
We were soul mates, destined to be together. He could be my brother, or my lover, and it still would make perfect sense. From the moment I kicked over his Lego bricks in Kindergarten, to the moment I kissed him goodbye 15 minutes prior to getting run over, we were inseparable, infinite. And now, we're separated.
I know I've barely even talked about it, but he's on my mind 24/7. When I'm slumped over my desk in Chemistry, pretending to pay attention to the terminology and methods I've already memorised, the image of his smiling face comes to mind. His beam soon dissipates, replaced with trembling lips and tear streaked cheeks.
I can't bring myself to so much as look at him, so, here I am, walking to school, hours before I should, thinking about what I can do, if there is anything. I remember how long it took him to get over Wendy, on so many occasions, and the agony it brought me to see him in it, himself. I know now the only reason he got through it was because of me, I was there, he told me later, but now, with "me" buried deep beneath the surface, how can I begin to mend him?
The song changes to Apoligise by Timbaland, and I enter the school through a large crack in the fence. I freeze as I spot a small, shaking blonde boy sobbing by the brick wall, in the fetal position.
Tweek?
He tenses, hearing me, even though I barely breathe. He jerks up, and I see bright blue eyes, staring at me.
"H-hey…Butters."
It's too late to apoligise. It's too late.
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