The day went by very slow that day for Stan. Kyle's absense may have contributed to the problem, but merely him being gone wasn't bringing down his day. Over the course of his day, Stan received many snide remarks about Kyle, and all Stan could do was deny each remark. He couldn't quite see why Cartman had to tell the whole school, nor did he see why everyone cared so much when they found out. To Stan it was merely a personality trait, not something to be ostracized by.

There were a few people who felt the same was as Stan, as he later found out. Kenny was among them, of course, and he kept telling Stan that the whole thing would die out soon enough. Bebe, one of their classmates, also didn't seem to mind, which surprised Stan. When they were younger, Bebe had a huge crush on Kyle, and Stan would've thought that this would've upset her a little; then again, she could also take it as a way to justify the idea that she'd never get him.

"I hope he's fine," said Stan as he and Kenny were walking back from Jesus's house. Stan had dropped the letter off with Jesus, and he was told that Jesus could get the message to God. Stan wondered how that would work, since God probably didn't live in South Park. Yet he trusted Jesus's word.

"Dude, he'll be fine," said Kenny, giving an annoyed sigh. "I'm trying to figure out why you care so much, Stan."

"I'm only worried about his welfare," said Stan. "He's looked after me many times; I think it's time I cared for him too." Kenny cocked an eyebrow.

"Really..." he said, dragging the last syllable for a few seconds. "That sounded very homosexual just now, not to give offense or anything. Hey, I'm not implying anything!" Kenny added, raising his hands in innocent as Stan glared at him.

"I'm not gay, Kenny," Stan said. "I'm just concerned for my best friend, that's all." Kenny mumbled something inaudible, so Stan continued. "I mean, it's like buying flowers for your mom on Mother's Day. I'm sure you don't love your mom in that way, right?" Kenny nodded, though Stan was sure he was still thinking otherwise.

"Whatever Stan. Hey, do you think we should visit Kyle? He's probably at his bouse, and it's on the way anyways."

"I-I don't know Kenny. Maybe he wants to be alone-" But Kenny refused to accept Stan's argument.

"If you cared so much you'd want to visit him, right?" Kenny got him there. So then it was decided that they would pass by Kyle's. The two boys found Ike in the front yard, who was playing in the snow making a snowman. Ike was Kyle's adopted brother, and he was considerably younger than Kyle. Ike was admitted into kindergarten at the age of 3, which was extremely young to begin school. Overall, Ike was a boy genius.

"Hey Ike," Kenny greeted. "Is Kyle home?"

"Yeah," said Ike, though his facial expression suggested that something wasn't right. Stan seemed to notice this, but he merely raised an eyebrow and said nothing. "He told me to tell everyont that asked for him that he was sick."

"What?" asked Stan. Ike laughed nervously.

"Heh heh... I mean, he's sick and he can't see anyone." Stan nodded and turned on his heel, but Kenny wasn't finished.

"Oh, no he doesn't," said the blonde, tugging Stan by his sleeve and barging in the house. Ike seemed as if he was going to stop the two, but after thinking about it decided against it. Meanwhile, the two boys began climbing up the stairs, Stan no longer needing Kenny's forceful grasp to move him. A few steps in the upstairs hallway, and they found themselves at Kyle's door.

"You open it," said Stan. Kenny shook his head.

"Nuh uh. You do it, Stan." Grumbling, Stan raised his fist to the door, and tapped the door twice; no noise was heard in response. Stan repeated this process, and still got the same effect.

"You won't be able to get him out," said Ike's voice as he climbed the stairs. The little boy walked up to where the other two boys were, clothes still covered with snow. "Everyone's tried to get him out, but... I don't know. The only time he's spoken was to say, 'Tell everyone I'm sick'."

"Do you know why he's being like this?" asked Stan slowly. He hoped that it wasn't because of the fight he had with Cartman.

"No clue," said Ike. "I think dad said that after dinner we were going to raise a ladder up to his window and see if we can see anything in his room. Until then, I have no clue." Both boys nodded, and turned to each other.

"This is getting serious," said Stan. Kenny nodded.

"I think we need to tell Mr. Broflovski to get up that ladder now," said Kenny. "I hope he's all right." Then, as he heard Stan snicker, he added, "What? I can't care for my best friend?"

"So does that make you gay?" Stan asked, still snickering. Kenny growled.

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As soon as the ladder was set up Mr. Broflovski began scaling the metal rungs. just until he was in reach of the bedroom window. However, he began cursing (thoughit wasn't a big deal, as damnit wasn't on the no-tolerance list at school) once he learned that Kyle had pulled the curtains together.

"Just break the window!" yelled Stan. Kenny shook his head.

"Don't do that, you idiot. You're going to ruin the window! That's going to cost a lot of money!" Stan shook his head; leave it to Kenny to try and save money.

"What if he's doing something irrational?" yelled Stan. "We have to see if he's okay!" After some more convincing, Kenny nodded.

"Now okay, Kyle," Mr. Broflovski yelled through the window. "You have five seconds to open this window or else we're breaking it. Five... four..." Stan craned his neck to see the sight, hoping that Kyle would suddenly change his thoughts and let them in. That didn't happen, however, and so when the count reached five Mr. Broflovski gave a long sigh, and shattered the window. Stan laughed inside as he heard Mrs. Broflovski's shrieking voice inside, but quickly changed moods when he heard Mr. Broflovski's panicked voice.

"Boys, come up here!" Stan gestured Kenny to go first, mainly so that if Kenny slipped Stan could support him before he reached that frequent fate of his. As soon as both of them were at the top, Stan looked around the room. Nothing seem wrong; there wasn't any visible blood staining the walls or anything. There wasn't anything missing either, except...

"Where's Kyle?" asked Kenny. Stan paced around the room, trying to see if there were any clues. He didn't need to look long, for as he approached the bed a shrill yet muffled voice filled the room.

"GET OUT OF MY FUCKING ROOM!"

"Kyle!" yelled his father, realizing where the voice was coming from. He ran towards the closet door, and did his best to open it. However, it wouldn't budge.

"His closet locks on the inside too?" said Stan in disbelief.

"I thought yours was the only one!" Kenny added.

"Kyle Broflovski, I will unhinge this door if you don't open this door!" yelled Mr. Broflovski. There was a silence for a few moments, and for a few seconds Stan thought that Kyle was contemplating whether he should or not. However, Kyle must have said something, because soon after he said "Did you hear me? I said no!"

"Please Kyle," began Stan, "can't you just get out of there? Kenny and I would really like to talk to you... without a closet door in between." There was another silence, but this time Stan knew that this time it was intended.

"S-stan?" stuttered Kyle. "What are you doing here? I told Ike-"

"-And we refused to listen to him," said Stan. "Please get out?"

"No," said Kyle. "I don't want to be around any of you. You won't understand."

"Understand what-?" began his father, but Stan cut him off.

"How do you know that?" said Stan. "Sure, we aren't really going through the same things as you are. Sure, we don't know what it really is to be who you are. Sure, we really don't know what it's like to be a minority. But that doesn't mean we can't understand. That doesn't mean that we don't want to understand. We're your friends, and we're willing to listen if you give us a chance..." Kenny nodded and made some sort of approval noise, but Mr. Broflovski remained confused.

"Kyle, if this is all about being Jewish..."

"Leave me alone," said Kyle. And there was no getting past that.

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Author's Note: I had little homework, so I updated. I'm upset on how many reviews I got for the last chapter, though it was a rather pathetic chapter. Please, review and let me know how I'm doing. The less reviews I get, the less I feel motivated to keep writing more chapters.

As for God's/Jesus's response, that'll come near the end of the story. For reasons of my own. So please review?