Bright orange jacket under which his usual sleeveless shirt in black sat. He fiddled with the collar on his jacket a few long minutes more before exhaling and leaving the house, thankful, the house was asleep so he wouldn't have to answer his mother's questions.
He stopped outside Benny's, his breath in the cool air. He saw them, through the windows, they didn't look that much different from all those years ago.

When he had taken his first step away from Stan..., or Raven as he had long since gone by. He confronted him there, back then, so full of rage, even then. And then..., they had moved away, out to Jersey. Where his anger blossomed further. He dug his hands into his pockets harder, looking away from the window.
He could recognize his self-destructive habits better now. But he rarely tried to stop them, he wanted to feel that pain, he wanted to release his pent up anger. Better to turn it inward, than outward. He scowled and then opened the door before him, wandering over to the table.

Nervousness suddenly overtook him again, he was fidgeting with his jacket again as he asked if he could join them.
Raven was, of course, the one who said he could. The only woman of the group was the one to move to allow him to sit with them. He thanked her before ordering a coffee from the waitress who strolled over.

After introductions, Kyley-B was told he was to read a piece of poetry first. His upper lip curled slightly, but he fished in his pants pockets, tugging out a folded, crumply paper. He read it aloud for them, his nervousness gone mostly, he was in that void, the one that occured when he was angry.

They offered him pointers on his writing and then it was the next person's turn.

Eventually, they all merely sat around, drinking coffee and casually talking.

The sun is creeping up when the group starts to dissolve. Soon, only himself and Raven are left of the group.

"Do you want my number? So like, if you need a ride, we can pick you up and stuff."

"Yeah..., yeah sure," he replies digging his phone from his pocket and typing in the numbers Raven gives him.

"All right. It was great hanging out with you tonight. I..., uh, hope we get to again next week?" Raven asked, sounding unsure.

"Mmm," his green eyes piercing Raven as he regards his old friend.

Silence stretches between them until he breaks it, "I have missed you, you know," looking away from his former super-best friend.

"Same," Raven laughs, "I have my own place with Pete, you could come play video games with me or something, if you wanted."

"Like it's just that easy?" he deadpans back.

"Why can't it be?" Raven retorts.

Kyley-B laughs and is already walking down the street, back "home".
As with most places in South Park, the walk isn't long, he ponders the conversation he just had.

On the porch, the red head decides to instead, go to Stark's Pond. He sits on the lone bench, gazing out at the still water. He takes his phone from his pocket and his fingers hover above Raven's name. Eventually, he sends him a message.

'A long overdue apology, but I'm sorry for the way I acted before I left. I... didn't want to understand back then.'

He leans forward, elbows digging into his legs, eyes not seeing the pond in front of him, instead, swimming in memories of all those years ago.

Goddamnit Stan! You're not some fucking pussy ass goth kid! Live your fucking life man! Relationships end! It's not the end of the goddamn world! He had screamed at his super best friend, his voice reaching that shrill level that showed how pissed he was as a kid. Stan/Raven just stared at him, his face devoid of emotion, voice equally so as he said, 'See Kyle, that's the difference between us. Wendy was the one bright spot in my life. With her gone, I'm not blind anymore. I see the world of shit that we live in. Life is pain. I'm just finally being honest about it.'

He laughed then, he laughed at his super best friend. He fucking laughed, in his face. At his pain. 'You guys are a fucking joke. Why not go experience some real pain?'

'You don't get it Kyle. You can't.'

Kyle got in his face then, real close, so close he could smell the other's coffee and cigarette breath, 'No. You don't get it Raven.'

Raven's face changed to one of immeasurable sadness then, but he just stared into his super best friend's green eyes.

'Fuck you Raven. I'm fucking done. I can't be around you and your negativity.' He had already turned before the sentence was out of his mouth. And then he stormed off, out of the restaurant.

His head dropped, snapping back to the present as his phone buzzed on the bench.

He checked it, a message from Raven.
'I get it. We were kids. Dealing with shit the best we knew how.'

'Yeah...'

'If it makes you feel any better, I'm also seeing Mr. Mackey.'

'Yeah? He helping?'

'In a way, I guess. I'm ... bad at applying the skills. like when i need to.'

'Ah, same largely. I can..., recognize the signs, you know, but I don't want to stop. Sometimes. More than I should allow.'

'I feel that'

Kyley-B slumped back against the bench before typing his reply, 'It's weird to me, to have a hope of something going well.'

'Same here.'

'Is it really this easy?'

Long minutes pass before his phone buzzes again, by which time he's almost home. He stops on the sidewalk to check it.

'It can be. It has been, hasn't it?'

'Yeah..., guess so.'

'Are you all right?'

'I dunno. I really don't.'

'Do you need me?'

Kyley-B gulped at the sudden lump in his throat, the tears that sprang to his eyes.
'I don't know' he replied, before finishing the walk home and going straight to his room.

He threw his phone on his bed and started pacing his room, from one wall to the other. He took deep breaths, but it wasn't helping. His temperature was elevated, he was starting to hyperventilate, the urge to wreck his room swelled within him.
He fell to his knees, grabbing the carpet as much as he could. He squeezed his hands so hard that it hurt, but eventually, the feelings passed. His breathing returned to a more normal state, his temperature fell back into its standard range.

He tore his shirt off and tossed it in the dirty clothes hamper before going to his dresser to find clean boxers and pants. He snatched his phone from his bed before going to the bathroom. He had multiple worried texts from Raven.

He replied that he was fine and going to have a shower, he would talk to him later.
Stripping the rest of his clothes off, he stepped into the shower, the shock of the cold water helping to ground him. Soon though, it warmed and he took his shower as normal. He dried and redressed, lighting his phone to see another message from Raven, he ignored it for now, instead going to lay in his bed. The bed was nice and cool. He relaxed into it, falling asleep rather quickly, dreams of Raven, their argument, their "reunion", and various possibilities.