A/N: School starts the day after tomorrow…aaaaargh!

Kyle's P.O.V.

For almost a half and hour now they had sat staring as each other. Sometimes they'd utter little words or sentences like, "So how's it going up in Malibu or Denver?" Then the one who was asked the question would say "Oh good…yeah….good…" They'd always trail off for the lack of anything else to say. Kyle started to long for the times when they'd have conversations that would last for hours and hours.

Kenny, Eric, and Stan had found it necessary to crowd onto one couch while Kyle sat on the other, alone. Sometimes the three would look at each other and grin, or raise their eyebrows at the very few things Kyle did say. Kyle found this annoying and this was another reason he didn't talk. It hurt him that no one had sat by him…he thought at least Stan would. They had been best friends hadn't they? Or had that just been some dream, had Kyle never really been included among them? Some how he couldn't remember.

About fifteen minutes later Eric stood up.

"Time for me to make my leave." He announced…'As if anyone cares Kyle thought, sniggering to himself.'

"Yeah…I should probably head home to…Stan?" Kenny said grabbing his parka.

"You know what? I'm going to stay for a while…I mean…if that's ok with our host?" He said slowly, glancing at Kyle.

"Yeah…it's great…fine by me!" Kyle said in a rushed voice, grinning slightly at his friend.

"Ok, whatever see you later Stan." Kenny said and added, "Nice seeing you Kyle, hope your err…wedding goes good."

Kyle froze…so they did know about the wedding…for a while he had started to think they didn't know.

"Oh, uh….thanks…" was all Kyle could manage.

He felt so awful. Now he almost wished that Stan would leave with them. A minute ago he had been excited that he might actually get to spend alone time with his friend. Now he felt that Stan was probably pissed at him too.

"So…" Stan murmured. "You wanna like, watch T.V. or something?"

"O.K." Kyle answered, relieved Stan didn't want to talk.

They turned it to a stupid T.V. program about kids who learned how to control their parents mind's.

Kyle felt content. Just like old times, Stan was close to him on the couch. When something was funny, they'd laugh and when something was sad they'd pretend not to care…even when they felt like crying.

But Stan was obviously not content. All of a sudden he jumped up and threw the remote at the TV. With such a powerful force, the TV automatically broke. Stan seemed not to notice or care.

"What the HELL STAN!" Kyle shouted at him.

"I JUST…CAN'T BELIEVE YOU."

"What the hell are you talking about!" Kyle asked, but he already knew.

"YOU…YOU! YOUR OWN FRIENDS, WE KNEW YOU FOREVER. NOW WE'RE NOT EVEN INVITED TO YOUR FUCKING WEDDING? IF IT WASN'T FOR US YOU'D MOST LIKELY BE DEAD NOW…WE DID EVERTHING FOR YOU! YOU DIDN'T GET BY A SINGLE DAY WITHOUT OUR HELP."

"Shh…Stan…please…Stan please!" Kyle could here his voice getting weak and upset.

"PLEASE WHAT? PLEASE ACCEPT THE FACT THAT YOU'VE BECOME SOME STUCK UP BITCH THAT CAN'T EVEN INVITE HIS BEST FRIEND TO HIS WEDDING? HOW FUCKING STUPID DOES THAT SOUND TO YOU?"

"NOT AS STUPID AS SOME ASSHOLE WHO JUST THREW A DAMN REMOTE THROUGH MY TV SET." Kyle was pissed now too.

"OH, YOU SON-OF-A-BITCH. IT'S NOT MY FAULT YOU'RE A MALE WHORE…EVERYONE KNOWS IT…YOU DON'T EVEN LOVE HER."

"OH WELL, YOU'D KNOW A LOT ABOUT THAT WOULDN'T YOU? YOU DATED TONS OF GIRLS IN HIGHSCOOL JUST TO GET IN THEIR PANTS...RIGHT?"

"I DIDN'T FUCKING MARRY THEM!"

"YOU GOT ONE PREGNAT…OR DON'T YOU REMEMBER? REMEMBER HOW YOU MADE HER GET AN ABORTION? REMEMBER?"

(Stan's P.O.V. quickie)

Stan was quiet…of course he remembered. He remembered every minute of it…Hannah taking him into a corner of the hallway and telling him she was pregnant, running out of the school building and darted to Kyle's house, (Kyle had been sick that day) swinging open the door, collapsing on Kyle's bed, crying as he told him what he had found out…how Kyle had stroked his hair and told him it would be alright….

And Stan had just called Kyle a male whore.

Fuck.

He looked at his friend with tears in his eyes and saw his friend in a similar state.

"Kyle…"

"Get out of my house. Now."

Stan didn't object. He threw the door open and exited without a look back. He had a feeling he wouldn't be seeing Kyle again. The thought made him more than miserable. More then depressed…it was a new kind of low he was sure no one had ever reached before.

And now he had.

A/N: Yeah…that's a pretty good place to leave off. Will update as soon as possible…REVIEW LOVES!