Responsibility, what is the meaning of the word? You hear it a lot growing up but what does it truly mean? Well I was going to find out soon enough but I just didn't know it yet. I would soon find myself in the company of a very special girl and this said girl was going to change everything in my life. I maybe getting a little ahead of myself and I should probably start at the beginning of this damn story...Okay here goes it all started with one heated argument between my parents and my sister. Which wasn't anything new between them and it all started when my sister hooked up with a high school drop out named Chris Warren. My mother saw Chris as loser that was not going anywhere in his life and Shelly saw him as the 'love of her life.'

"Shelly, you're only seventeen years old!" I heard my Mom shout from downstairs as I tried my best "to do" my homework but was really talking to my super best friend on face-time.

"What's going on dude?" he asked after hearing the shouting match between the two of them.

"I don't know," I shrugged with a frown "probably some stupid shit. You know how crazy my sister is."

"Yeah," he laughed.

As I continued to talk to Kyle I heard Shelly storm up the stairs and into her room. She slammed her door with such great force that it caused me to jump slightly.

"Dude... Shelly is so fucking mental," I smirked shaking my head Kyle agreed and we both continued to talk...

The next day when I came downstairs I found my mom all red and puffed eyed as she tried her best to make my breakfast.

"What's wrong?" I asked taking a seat at the table

"Shelly's gone," she whispered without looking back at me.

"Gone?" I asked trying to hide a smile as it slow appeared on my face, my sister and I never had the best relationship and at the moment I was happy that she was gone.

She just nodded and wiped some tears from her eyes "She ran away with that Chris guy."

My mind began to race as I thought about Shelly running away with her boyfriend Chris, that guy was weird beyond belief. He was either stoned or drunk or sometimes both. But it was her life and she could do whatever she wanted...I guess.

"Oh well," I sighed "there's nothing we can do about it."

In retrospect that might not have been the best thing to say at the moment because my mom was suddenly down on her knees crying like a baby into her hands.

"Shit," I whispered under my breath as quickly got up from my chair and rushed to her side. I did not know what to say or do without making things worst, so I placed my right hand on her shoulder trying my best to comfort her but I had to get to school or I would be late. "I'm sorry Mom," I said as I kissed the top of her head goodbye. "She'll come back."

"No Stanley," she replied "I don't think that she is this time."

"I got to get going to school now," I said calmly. She nodded and I slowly helped her to gt to her feet.

At school the rumor of Shelly running away with Chris had already spread like wild fire and before I knew it I had people asking me questions that I clearly did not have the answer to.

My friends..well mostly Kyle tried their best to comfort me but I kept telling him I was fine with her being gone. "She'll be back," I told them "I know she will….

Well that was years ago and this is now... Not much has changed and yet everything has. I am still friends with Kenny and Cartman. Kyle left the moment high school ended and went off to Harvard University without looking back. At the time I was happy for him but now I miss having him to talk to about things that were upsetting me. Sure sometimes we still talk on Zoom but in reality he doesn't have the time to be my best friend anymore. I currently rent a room with Kenny and Cartman in some shitty apartment complex, have a full-time job and take on-line classes for school.

"Hey Dude," Kenny greeted me as he made his way from his room to the kitchen in just his boxers as I sat at the table on my laptop checking for any messages from Kyle

"How was your night?" I asked briefly taking my eyes off my computer.

"Awesome," he replied grabbing the carton of milk out of the fridge and chugging some "made over nine hundred dollars in tips."

"Cool," I nodded with a smile "I'm really happy for you."

"Dude I fucking love my job," he said happily taking a seat across from me.

I smiled before going back to my computer thinking that it really wasn't fair that he made so much money not really doing anything but as me I had to work my fingers to the bone and got paid very little.

"Who would ever had thought that I would be good as a male stripper."

"Not me," I said with a smirk but I always had a feeling he go into something like that.

He smiled back at me "So how's your classes going?"

"Great," I replied "game designing is really cool dude."

He shook his head like he was listening then he stood up and said "Well see ya later Man."

After Kenny left it wasn't long before Cartman came waddling out "Sup," he said all dressed in his work uniform.

"Finally going to work early for a change?" I asked with a raised eyebrow, Cartman never went to work early.

"Mind your own business...you hippie." he hissed walking out the door.

I just shrugged it off and went back to my computer...now I know I had a facebook once before and it totally got out of hand but for some reason I decided to give it another try. I logged in to see if anything was new in the world of facebook. My eyes scanned the page before I took notice that I had a message. My heart skipped a beat..maybe it was from Kyle. I clicked on to only to be disappointed to find it wasn't from my friend but from a Shelly Marsh.

"What the hell does she want?" I asked myself as I read her message of "Hi."

:What do you want?: I quickly typed

:Stan, we need to talk: she typed back immediately

I sighed and replied :About what?:

:Something really important,: she wrote :Can you please meet me in Denver this afternoon?:

I wondered why she would be contacting me and a part of me really wanted to know, so I told her I would be there.

She told where to meet her and what time...

My mind raced as I thought about what she might want and what I was going to say to her after not seeing her in almost six years. I wondered if she changed or was she still the same?

Disclaimer: I do not own South Park or it's characters. Here is a rewrite of a story I had been working on but gave up on a while back...Should I continue it? Please