Everybody Loves Somebody
Chapter Four: And It Concludes...
By: Outrageous
[A/N: Thank you again for all of your reviews... One thing though.
Pissed Off Pete- If you are to read this, let me clear up a few things... Surprisingly, Stan is my favorite character on South Park. If you read my profile where it says 'love life' you'll see how much I love Stan... Hah. Now, anyway, Stan and Kyle are best friends in the show, so it just occurred to me that they should be the 'couple' in my story. I have nothing against Stan or Kyle at all. I love every character in South Park except for Wendy, Bebe, and Kelly. They're all whores who should die a slow and painful death, but anyway. I hope everything is cleared up now. smiles
And to continue with the story...]
"Ike," the Jewish boy sat down next to his little Canadian brother and began to talk to him. "Thanks for being my brother. If mom and dad hadn't adopted you, I'd probably be even more depressed than I am now. You know Stan, Ike?"
"Stan!" the little trashcan look-alike yelped.
"He's not my friend anymore, apparently."
"Stan." Ike played with his blocks.
"Yeah Stan, Ike... He won't be coming over anymore and you know Rebecca?"
"Becca..."
"Yeah, she died."
"Becca die?"
"Yeah, Ike, Rebecca died." Kyle began to tear up and sniffed a couple times before he continued.
"And you know Cartman and Kenny?"
"Fatass!"
"Yeah, the fatass... him and Kenny betrayed me too. It seems now that I have no friends and you're the only one who will listen." Kyle's voice cracked. "Now before I go upstairs and scratch more words into my walls, I want to say that I love you, Ike. You're the best brother anyone could have. I swear I wouldn't be here without you. You're my support, Ike."
"Brother." Kyle retreated upstairs and stared as his walls. He decided not to write anything else on them. He got lost in the color of them while he thought about Stan. How did Kyle ever grow to love Stan the way he did? Of course he still loved him. He was the only one worth loving in this world. This damn cruel world.
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At the bus stop Kyle stood the farthest away from everyone. He felt completely invisible because no one even acknowledged him. For a second he actually thought he was invisible. On the bus no one talked to him and he got a seat of his very own. It was at this point that the Jewish boy knew he really was invisible... at least to the people on his bus.
At school he didn't talk unless he was spoken to and he was only talked to by adults for the morning. At lunch time Kyle was surprised by Pip and Butters who came over to talk to him.
"Why, hello, Kyle," Pip greeted Kyle.
"Yeah, hi, Kyle," Butters said.
"What do you want?" Kyle asked, looking at his food.
"Well, you looked lonely," Butters explained. "And-and being the good kids that we are we decided to come and visit you."
"I'm fine," Kyle stated.
"Well, you sure don't look it," Pip said in a concerned tone. "What was all that fighting about yesterday with Stan?"
"Don't worry about it, Pip, seriously."
"Kyle," Butters began in a shaky voice, "Kyle, we talked with Mr. Mackey about you. He said you should come and, um, see him during lunch."
"Aw, dammit, Butters! Jeez, thanks to you I have to miss lunch. You're such a frickin' Melvin! You too, Pip!" Kyle got down from his seat and marched to Mr. Mackey's office. He never told the two Melvins how much he appreciated them telling the counselor about him. He knew he needed help because of everything that had happened.
Kyle knocked on the door.
"Is that you Kyle?" Mr. Mackey's low, slurry tone ran through Kyle's mind.
"Yes, Mr. Mackey, it's me."
"Okay, Kyle, come on in, m'kay?" Kyle entered the office and sat down in a chair in front of Mr. Mackey's desk. "Now, what's been going on, Kyle? Pip and Butters told me you had a fight with Stan? M'kay?"
"Yeah, a huge fight. We were yellin' and cursin'... it wasn't my fault. He was the one that told me to break up with Rebecca-"
"Rebecca Cutswald?" Mr. Mackey asked.
"Yes."
"Do you think you're the reason she killed herself?"
"Partly. It even said in her letter that I was partly the reason."
"Now, let me tell you, Kyle, that you were only about one hundredth of the causes of her suicide, m'kay?"
"You read her journals?"
"Yes, I did. They were frightening and I think you should be one of the few to read them, m'kay?" Kyle didn't say anything as Mr. Mackey went to get the journals.
"Mr. Mackey, why do you have the journals?"
"Her parents gave them to me to let you read." Kyle was taken aback as three journals were handed to him. He opened the page to the first one and began to read. He spent the rest of the day in Mr. Mackey's office reading and crying and realizing that he really was only one hundredth of the causes.
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Kyle arrived home that day and sat on his couch eating popcorn and watching Terrance and Philip.
"Let's look for treasah, Philip!"
"Good idea, Terrance, let's look for treasah." None of the two Canadian's crude comments made Kyle laugh nor did they lift his spirits. He retreated up to his room and fell asleep. He dreamed that Rebecca was alive and they were happy. He also dreamed of getting married to Rebecca when they were older and Stan was the best man for the wedding. Another part of the dream echoed a voice that sounded like Rebecca saying, "Everybody loves somebody..." He then pictured him and Rebecca next to each other and then him and Stan. Should he only stay friends with Stan or just never talk to him again? He woke up at two in the morning crying his eyes out. Why couldn't everything be happy? Why couldn't everything be okay?
The next day at school Kyle made no progress in talking to Stan, but thought about him a lot.
Stanley Marsh... the name was too perfect for Kyle's mind to comprehend. Rebecca was gone now... The Jewish boy was so confused about everything and when he arrived home he went upstairs and slept.
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Kyle looked over at his clock realizing that ten minutes had passed as he had been thinking of what had happened the passed few days. [A/N: Remember at the beginning of the story when Kyle started out by waking up at eight for school? Well this continues from there.] Stan, Kenny, and Cartman had betrayed him and were no longer his friends. Rebecca died and now his only 'friend' was Ike who just happened to be his baby brother.
Kyle got out of bed and as soon as his feet hit the floor he was hit with a sudden burst of confidence. He could get through today even if it was without Stan, Cartman, and Kenny. The red haired boy smiled and got his clothes on for the day. He buttoned up his coat and put his hat over his poofy red hair. He ran down to the kitchen, ate some cereal, kissed his parents goodbye, patted Ike on the head, and strutted to the bus stop.
Today was a new beginning for Kyle Broflovski.
And that's it! That was a pretty short chapter, but at least it ended on a good note. I don't think I'll write a sequel because I want to start on my other story. On another note, I hope you liked this story and review if you will! Love—Hannah
Chapter Four: And It Concludes...
By: Outrageous
[A/N: Thank you again for all of your reviews... One thing though.
Pissed Off Pete- If you are to read this, let me clear up a few things... Surprisingly, Stan is my favorite character on South Park. If you read my profile where it says 'love life' you'll see how much I love Stan... Hah. Now, anyway, Stan and Kyle are best friends in the show, so it just occurred to me that they should be the 'couple' in my story. I have nothing against Stan or Kyle at all. I love every character in South Park except for Wendy, Bebe, and Kelly. They're all whores who should die a slow and painful death, but anyway. I hope everything is cleared up now. smiles
And to continue with the story...]
"Ike," the Jewish boy sat down next to his little Canadian brother and began to talk to him. "Thanks for being my brother. If mom and dad hadn't adopted you, I'd probably be even more depressed than I am now. You know Stan, Ike?"
"Stan!" the little trashcan look-alike yelped.
"He's not my friend anymore, apparently."
"Stan." Ike played with his blocks.
"Yeah Stan, Ike... He won't be coming over anymore and you know Rebecca?"
"Becca..."
"Yeah, she died."
"Becca die?"
"Yeah, Ike, Rebecca died." Kyle began to tear up and sniffed a couple times before he continued.
"And you know Cartman and Kenny?"
"Fatass!"
"Yeah, the fatass... him and Kenny betrayed me too. It seems now that I have no friends and you're the only one who will listen." Kyle's voice cracked. "Now before I go upstairs and scratch more words into my walls, I want to say that I love you, Ike. You're the best brother anyone could have. I swear I wouldn't be here without you. You're my support, Ike."
"Brother." Kyle retreated upstairs and stared as his walls. He decided not to write anything else on them. He got lost in the color of them while he thought about Stan. How did Kyle ever grow to love Stan the way he did? Of course he still loved him. He was the only one worth loving in this world. This damn cruel world.
:::::::::::
At the bus stop Kyle stood the farthest away from everyone. He felt completely invisible because no one even acknowledged him. For a second he actually thought he was invisible. On the bus no one talked to him and he got a seat of his very own. It was at this point that the Jewish boy knew he really was invisible... at least to the people on his bus.
At school he didn't talk unless he was spoken to and he was only talked to by adults for the morning. At lunch time Kyle was surprised by Pip and Butters who came over to talk to him.
"Why, hello, Kyle," Pip greeted Kyle.
"Yeah, hi, Kyle," Butters said.
"What do you want?" Kyle asked, looking at his food.
"Well, you looked lonely," Butters explained. "And-and being the good kids that we are we decided to come and visit you."
"I'm fine," Kyle stated.
"Well, you sure don't look it," Pip said in a concerned tone. "What was all that fighting about yesterday with Stan?"
"Don't worry about it, Pip, seriously."
"Kyle," Butters began in a shaky voice, "Kyle, we talked with Mr. Mackey about you. He said you should come and, um, see him during lunch."
"Aw, dammit, Butters! Jeez, thanks to you I have to miss lunch. You're such a frickin' Melvin! You too, Pip!" Kyle got down from his seat and marched to Mr. Mackey's office. He never told the two Melvins how much he appreciated them telling the counselor about him. He knew he needed help because of everything that had happened.
Kyle knocked on the door.
"Is that you Kyle?" Mr. Mackey's low, slurry tone ran through Kyle's mind.
"Yes, Mr. Mackey, it's me."
"Okay, Kyle, come on in, m'kay?" Kyle entered the office and sat down in a chair in front of Mr. Mackey's desk. "Now, what's been going on, Kyle? Pip and Butters told me you had a fight with Stan? M'kay?"
"Yeah, a huge fight. We were yellin' and cursin'... it wasn't my fault. He was the one that told me to break up with Rebecca-"
"Rebecca Cutswald?" Mr. Mackey asked.
"Yes."
"Do you think you're the reason she killed herself?"
"Partly. It even said in her letter that I was partly the reason."
"Now, let me tell you, Kyle, that you were only about one hundredth of the causes of her suicide, m'kay?"
"You read her journals?"
"Yes, I did. They were frightening and I think you should be one of the few to read them, m'kay?" Kyle didn't say anything as Mr. Mackey went to get the journals.
"Mr. Mackey, why do you have the journals?"
"Her parents gave them to me to let you read." Kyle was taken aback as three journals were handed to him. He opened the page to the first one and began to read. He spent the rest of the day in Mr. Mackey's office reading and crying and realizing that he really was only one hundredth of the causes.
:::::::::::
Kyle arrived home that day and sat on his couch eating popcorn and watching Terrance and Philip.
"Let's look for treasah, Philip!"
"Good idea, Terrance, let's look for treasah." None of the two Canadian's crude comments made Kyle laugh nor did they lift his spirits. He retreated up to his room and fell asleep. He dreamed that Rebecca was alive and they were happy. He also dreamed of getting married to Rebecca when they were older and Stan was the best man for the wedding. Another part of the dream echoed a voice that sounded like Rebecca saying, "Everybody loves somebody..." He then pictured him and Rebecca next to each other and then him and Stan. Should he only stay friends with Stan or just never talk to him again? He woke up at two in the morning crying his eyes out. Why couldn't everything be happy? Why couldn't everything be okay?
The next day at school Kyle made no progress in talking to Stan, but thought about him a lot.
Stanley Marsh... the name was too perfect for Kyle's mind to comprehend. Rebecca was gone now... The Jewish boy was so confused about everything and when he arrived home he went upstairs and slept.
:::::::::::
Kyle looked over at his clock realizing that ten minutes had passed as he had been thinking of what had happened the passed few days. [A/N: Remember at the beginning of the story when Kyle started out by waking up at eight for school? Well this continues from there.] Stan, Kenny, and Cartman had betrayed him and were no longer his friends. Rebecca died and now his only 'friend' was Ike who just happened to be his baby brother.
Kyle got out of bed and as soon as his feet hit the floor he was hit with a sudden burst of confidence. He could get through today even if it was without Stan, Cartman, and Kenny. The red haired boy smiled and got his clothes on for the day. He buttoned up his coat and put his hat over his poofy red hair. He ran down to the kitchen, ate some cereal, kissed his parents goodbye, patted Ike on the head, and strutted to the bus stop.
Today was a new beginning for Kyle Broflovski.
And that's it! That was a pretty short chapter, but at least it ended on a good note. I don't think I'll write a sequel because I want to start on my other story. On another note, I hope you liked this story and review if you will! Love—Hannah