(Stan's POV)
Ah. Silence feels good. There's no stress, and no Shelly. I could definitely get used to this.
If you haven't already knew it, our you are retarded, the name's Stan Marsh. I usually hate breaking the fourth wall, but my door is locked, so my dad won't walk in and think I have issues.
Anyways, my name is Stan Marsh, I'm sixteen years old, and I live in the mountain town of South Park, Colorado.
Right now, I plan to take it easy since Shelly went to college. It's my new philosophy, to take it easy and pretend you don't give a flying shit.
Me and Kyle has been friends ever since I was a little kid. He was my neighbor even since I was born. I don't recall ever getting into a fight with him, but I'm pretty sure he was out for blood.
"Knock, knock," A voice comes from outside the door.
"Come in, Kyle," I said.
"Dude, I just got word from Kenny. He's coming to school tomorrow!"
Wait, what? Kenny? I haven't heard that name is a few years. I think Kenny went into rehab after he took this psychedelic drugs that made him think he died every day. I glad for Kenny.
"Speaking of Kenny, I hear that in a few months, we're gonna have a reunion at South Park Elementary," says Kyle, reading from his phone.
"I can't go,"
"Why not?" Kyle asks curiously.
The reason I can't go is because it'll be super awkward between me and Wendy, because all the drama that happened last year ended it up with her dating Token and me getting a kick in the balls. But Kyle doesn't need to know that.
"I guess I'm just bored of reunions," I lie.
"Also, Mr. Marsh told me to tell you that we're gonna have dinner. You mind if we sleep over tonight? I just need to go get my stuff from my house," says Kyle.
"Sure, bro," I said.