Stan ran after Kenny, trying desperately to keep up with him. 'Goddamn he runs fast!' Stan thought, panting. He finally caught up to him at Starks Pond. The sight he was met with horrified him. "Kenny!" He screamed, running towards his friend. Blood poured out of his friends wrists, staining the pure white snow. Kenny's eyes slowly fluttered open to look at him. "Kenny, what the hell did you do?" Stan angrily demanded, furiously wiping the tears out of his eyes.
Kenny blinked, his words almost incoherent. "Go away, Stan. What do you care? Nobody loves me. Nobody cares." He mumbled. Stan quickly tore off his coat and t shirt, pulling his coat back on and tearing the t shirt into strips, wrapping them tightly around Kenny's wrists as bandages. "Of course people care, dumb ass! "
Kenny shook his head. "No one even notices when I die. "Hey, they killed Kenny! You bastards!"" He mimicked.
Stan stared at him, guiltily looking at the ground. "It's only because you always come back." He mumbled.
Kenny shot him an angry glare. "And what if I didn't? Do you know how it feels to know that if you died for good, all your friends and even your own parents wouldn't even notice?" He snorted angrily.
Stan looked at the ground. "You're wrong." He said quietly.
Kenny stared at him. "What?"
"You're wrong! I know at least one person who cares a lot when you die! One person who cries over your dead body, because even though he KNOWS you'll come back, he's still scared you won't!" Stan's hands balled into fists, angry tears running down his cheeks.
Kenny looked at him surprised. "Who?"
Stan sighed. "God Kenny, you really are stupid."
"Who." Kenny said again quietly. "Prove to me that at least one person cares, and tell me who it is that would be so distraught over my death?"
Stan glared at him. "Kyle, you stupid fuck."
Staring at his friend of fourteen years in shock, Kenny repeated the name as if it were the only thing he knew was real. "Kyle? Why… Why would Kyle care?"
Stan rolled his eyes and smacked the blonde for being so stupid. "He loves you. It's as plain and simple as that. When you hurt, he hurts. When you cry, he cries. And when you're upset, so is he." He glared at the blonde.
Kenny took a step back. "Ky.. Kyle loves.. me? How do you know?" He eyed his friend wearily.
"Dude, he told me. I asked him what it was that he loved about you. He started listing off all these little things. His eyes were shining… with pride. God dude, he loves you so much. And y'know what? I think you love him too. Even if you haven't realized it yet. I've seen how gentle you are with him. The way you hold him close when he's upset or scared, how you kiss his forehead and rock him. Dude, can't you see it? You're in love with Kyle, not me."
Kenny stared at his friend for a moment in silence, before dropping to his knees. "God, Stan you're completely right. I love Kyle. More than anything. I hope it's not too late. Stan… I need your help."
Stan nodded. "What do you need?"
He smiled as Kenny told him his plan.