A/N: Sorry, been updating like crazy. School is coming just around the bend, like tomorrow. Still try to R&R.

Eric's P.O.V.

"God, Stan is so much more fun this way!" Eric heard Kenny say. The friends looked at each other and grinned.

"Yeah, he's like a new person. For the first time since he got here it seems like he's actually having fun." Eric replied, looking at his friend

It was true, Eric thought, even though Stan had probably had ten times the alcohol your supposed to drink in a night, he did seem loosened up. He seemed to have forgotten everything that was hard in his life and now was out partying and having a good time. Eric didn't envy him though…he was going to have a major hangover in the morning.

Kyle's P.O.V.

He felt awful. First he hadn't invited his friend to his own wedding and then to top it off he had brought up one of the most painful experiences in Stan's life, to better the way he looked at himself.

What kind of friend did that?

He looked sadly at the T.V. It looked scary with a hole through it. The hole was dark, and looked possibly like it could be deep. He wanted to climb into the hole. The only way to redeem himself now seemed to be to disappear. Forever. He thought about it. Maybe he should just go home. He had come here to better his relationship with a friend, but had ended up ruining it.

Their relationship was destroyed. Just like the TV. Now the only thing to do would be to go back to Cassadi, get married, and forget there ever was a Stan in his life. It seemed so easy, and the only sensible answer to his predicament.

He left a note for his family.

Dear Mom, Dad and Ike,

I'm sorry but it's impossible for me to stay here anymore. Don't spend too much time on it. I just realized that I don't belong here and I need to go home. People understand me there, and I don't screw up as much. I'm not going to tell you what happened to the TV set. I left money for a new one though, so it's not a problem. My wedding is in only a month from now…see you then.

Love, your son/brother, Kyle.

Kenny's P.O.V.

How the hell had this happened? One minute Stan had been having the time of his life, the next he had been choking for air. Kenny had a feeling he had drank too much, but how could he stop him? He had been so upset before and after he had tipped a few everything was better than O.K. Now this had happened and everything was not ok, he wasn't even sure his friend was going to live.

His first thought was to call Kyle, even though Kenny knew they had, well, had a fight. Stan didn't tell them what the fight was about, but it didn't really matter…he had a feeling he pretty much knew.

But still, Kyle would care…wouldn't he? Or had he turned into such an ass he would say Stan deserved it? Kenny didn't want to find out.

Now they were at the hospital Kenny really felt he should call Kyle. He took a deep breath and dialed Kyle's number.

"Hello? Kyle!" Answered Ike's worried voice.

"No, it's Kenny, I'd like to talk to Kyle." Kenny said impatiently.

"You can't." Ike said quietly into the phone.

"What do you mean I can't talk to him? Tell that asshole that his best friend is in the hospital dying right now at that he better get his stupid, fucking self on the phone before I come over there and kill him." Kenny was so angry he was hissing.

"No. NO!" Ike sobbed into the phone. "You can't talk to him because…he's not here. He left town." Ike paused again and then asked. "Stan's dying…how!"

But Kenny just hung up the phone on Ike. He felt numb. Stan was dying and Kyle was missing. What next?

A/N: Depressing kinda…I know. Don't worry…we would never let Stan die. 