A/N: Ok this chapter is short for my standards. But I upload it anyways. And this chapter is dry, so please don't tell me how bored you are with it. I'm dreadfully sorry. I have the next chapter all ready for ya'll, so I'll probably upload it tomorrow or something. I'm only going to upload it soon because I don't want you guys to be bored. But the next chapter has some darker, not-so-happy scenes, so please don't yell at me. But this one's clean and happy, don't worry.
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Just pick it up. Kyle Brovloski stared at the phone on his bedside table. Pick it up and dial the number. You still remember the number by heart. Just. Do it.

But no matter how long he sat there, staring at the motionless phone, he couldn't make his hand move over the receiver, couldn't make his fingers grasp the tool, couldn't make his brain work and dial the goddamned number.

So he sighed angrily and flopped back in his bed. It was nearly 12:30 PM, and he had just finished lunch. He had been planning to call his old friend, so they could hang out and Kyle could finish asking questions, but he couldn't do it.

"Ring!" The phone then made him jump as the sound echoed around his room. He snatched his hand out and grabbed the phone before it could issue a second ring. "Hello?" He asked, and then started scolding himself internally for not letting it ring a few more times.

"Kyle?" Stan's all-too familiar voice asked.

"Yes, this be him." Kyle said, playing dumb as to knowing who it was.

"Hey. It's Stan." The voice said easily. "You busy?"

"Oh, hey Stan. Naw, I'm actually quiet bored."

"Good." Stan replied. "Because I want a new tour of the town. I haven't been here in a while, so I just want to walk around. You cool with that?"

"Dandy with it." Kyle said, but clapped his hand on his head for saying that.

Stan laughed. "Same old Kyle." He said. "So shall we meet halfway between?"

"Sure." Kyle replied, remembering how they would always meet at this one corner that was halfway between the boys' two houses. They said goodbye and hung-up the phone, planning to meet in five minutes. Kyle then stood up, trying to gather all the questions forming in his mind. Maybe I should write my questions down… he thought, looking up at the ceiling thoughtfully. No, no way! That's so dorky. So he merely tried to remember what to ask his old best friend, able to categorize them in his smart brain.

"Kyle!" He heard someone from the doorway. He looked up to see his little, thirteen-year-old brother Ike watching him. "Who was that?" Ike asked, tilting his head slightly.

"A friend." Kyle replied, not in the mood to have to deal with Ike right now. But the boy was persistent, walking into the room to sit on Kyle's bed. His black hair was tousled and messy, and he had deep blue eyes. He didn't look that Canadian anymore, growing up to look as Kyle and his friends used to look. He even had a hat, but he didn't wear it in the house as Kyle would.

"What friend?" Ike waggled his eyebrows. "Bebe?"

"No." Kyle grimaced. "Bebe doesn't call all the time, Ike."

"Yes she does." Ike smiled a toothy grin. "I'll bet you five bucks that she will call in the next ten minutes."

"Fine." Kyle grabbed his coat. "You're on. But I won't be here. I'm going out with… I'm going out for a walk."

"With who?" Ike pressed.

"No one you know." Kyle turned his back to the small boy. He didn't feel like telling Ike, because he knew that Ike remembered Stan, and he didn't want to be pressed with questions and "Can I come?" over and over.

"I'll bet you I do." Ike crossed his arms. "Try me."

"Ike, I have to go." Kyle sighed, throwing his light jacket on. "I'll see you later, ok?"

Ike merely pouted, eyes down on the ground in a show of stubbornness. When that didn't work, he ran forward and grabbed Kyle before he could leave. With a tight grip on his arm, he gave Kyle wide baby-eyes pleadingly. Kyle froze, knowing that Ike got him every time with this trick. It reminded him of someone, with similar black, messy hair, clear blue eyes, and a young age. It reminded him of Stan, back when they were twelve years old and before he left.

"Please?" Ike whimpered.

Kyle paused, and then wrenched his arm free. "Fine. Stan Marsh. I'm going to go meet him. Ok?"

"Kyle, I'm being serious." Ike ditched his pouty look to glare at his big brother. "That's not funny. Stan left like…" He used his fingers to count, "Five years ago. He's in California."

Kyle widened his eyes, surprised that Ike remembered that much. "Well, he came back. He moved back into his old house and he's… changed. But only appearance-wise. So I'm going to go show him what's changed in South Park."

Ike's blue eyes widened. "R-really? Wow! Can I come? I wanna meet him again! Please, Kyle?!"

"No." Kyle started to walk away. "But I'll bring him by later, so you can meet him then, ok? But not before that. Deal?"

"Deal!" Ike jumped up and down happily. Geez, doesn't take much to make this kid happy, Kyle smirked to himself before he sneaked out of his room. But he was stopped in his tracks when his cell-phone vibrated in his pocket, making him jump. He looked at the clock, seeing he was supposed to be at the meeting place now. He sighed and answered his phone as he walked out of the house.

"Kyle!" Bebe's voice shrilled joyfully in his ear. "I got a hold of you! Good!"

"Hey, Bebe." Kyle said, walking down his driveway. He looked back at his house when he heard a window open.

Ike poked his head out of the upstairs window to shout, "Hey! You owe me ten bucks! It's Bebe, I know, so don't even bother to try to get out of it!"

Kyle flipped him off as Ike closed the window before he could respond. He could hear his brother's faint laughing as he turned and walked down the sidewalk. "Sorry, Bebe. What did you want?"

"Red and Clyde are going to the movies tonight, to see that new romance movie! We have to double date!"

"Um, babe, I can't." Kyle rubbed the back of his head, knowing he was over five minutes late by now. "I'm hanging out with some guys tonight. Maybe tomorrow night?"

"No, Kyle!" He could almost imagine her stamping her foot now. "We have to go tonight! That's when Red and Clyde are going! So you should go with me, because your girlfriend comes first, before your friends."

"No, Bebe, I can't go." Kyle said, seeing the corner coming up. "Hey, I have to go. I'll call you tonight, or possibly tomorrow. We can discuss my priorities then."

"No, Kyle, we have to discuss this now!" She squealed. "We have to go toget-"

He snapped his cell phone shut, reaching the corner. He felt bad about hanging up on Bebe, but he had plans with Stan, and she was just making him even later. He looked around, searching for Stan, but he saw he was alone. He checked his cell phone's time, seeing he was only seven minutes late. Maybe he went back home, he thought, deciding he would have to go check. He shoved his hands in his pockets, walking down the street alone. He knew where Stan's house from memory, and old memories came flooding back to him. He felt as he had just lost over two feet of height, and was only ten again. He smiled as he remembered what it was like to be a kid again. So carefree and happy, not many worries in the world. Well, besides the worries that he, Stan, Kenny and Cartman had to face back then. Like, aliens, giant robots, what the new fad at school would be, and whose parents Cartman had grinded into chili this time. But he still smiled, remembering how much fun those adventures were.

Ok, I'm off to do the English essay that was supposed to be handed in today. My English teacher hates me, (obviously. She has a reason to...) But I'm not a bad kid. Just... not too bright. And I'm the WORST procrastinator when it comes to school-related work.
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