Here's chapter two! Thank-you for your kind reviews on chapter one :)

I don't own South Park or the characters but if I did I would be sooooo happy!

Ch. 2

It was now the middle of October and Kyle was acting totally weird. He and Stan only seemed to hang out like once or twice a week after school, not even on the weekends. He seemed sad all the time, didn't talk much and seemed to be falling deeper and deeper into some sort of hole. Kyle's rapidly descending state was breaking Stan's heart. His grades were still really, really good though, so there was still something going for him. Today Stan sat, bored, listening to Mrs. Bowman, and waiting for the last bell to ring. Kyle was sitting beside him, like always, but he seemed miles away. Stan unconsciously stared at his best-friend, wondering what was wrong and if he could fix it.

"Stanley!" yelled Mrs. Bowman. "Pay attention!"

"S-sorry…"

"Now, as I was saying, towards the end of the year… in May, we will be taking a trip with Mrs. Kennedy's English class to New York to see one of Shakespeare's plays on Broadway. To keep with the English theme, of course…"

"Gay dude," whispered Stan to Kyle while the teacher continued her speech. "We have to go with the fat ass. At least Kenny'll be there… and probably Clyde and Craig and Butters… and Token… hell, maybe even Tweek. I guess this could be sweet huh?"

Kyle just shrugged, not even looking at Stan. He didn't seem to care too much. Stan frowned, starting to worry about his friend more and more.

"… and that's pretty much it. Stan? Since you seemed to enjoy and pay attention to my speech so much, would you mind handing out the information packages?"

Stan groaned

"Fine…"

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"Oh man, this is gunna be so awesome!" exclaimed Cartman as the four walked home.

"So us four to a hotel room right?" asked Kenny.

"Fuck yah!" said Stan.

Cartman signed, "I guess I can share a room with Jewboy for a few nights."

Kyle said nothing. He just kept walking with his hands in his pockets, his gaze fixed on the sidewalk.

"Kyle!" whined Cartman, irritated. "I said I guess I can share a room with you for a few days you Jewboy fag!"

"…I know Cartman…" mumbled Kyle, "…I heard you the first time…"

Stan, Kenny and Cartman exchanged confused glances. Kyle always fought back, always. He had a bad temper and Cartman's comments most always set him off, especially the ones where Carman was 'belittling his people'.

"I… don't even know if I'll be going," he continued. "It depends on my grades and plus there are exams to study for…"

"Oh come on dude," encouraged Kenny, "You're the smartest motherfucker I know! You have to go, it'll be fun. Besides, sign up's tomorrow and there's limited space. We also have to pick who we're rooming with, on paper, and where on the bus we're sitting. You want the back of the bus don't you? You don't have time to think about this Kyle, you just have to do it!"

Kyle sighed. "Fine," he said, sounding defeated by Kenny's logic. "I guess I'll go."

"Hurrah!" shouted Kenny and Stan in unison.

"Weak…" grumbled Cartman.

They walked a bit more, dropping off Kenny and Cartman along the way until it was just Stan and Kyle. Stan saw this as the perfect opportunity to find out what was bothering Kyle.

"Dude?" asked Stan sort of timidly, "Is anything… wrong? You haven't been yourself lately. Are you depressed or something? You know you can tell me anything."

Kyle paused a second, as if he were thinking whether he should say something or not.

"It's…" he started, "…it's… it's nothing…Stan. I'm just… stressed out because of school work and grades and… stuff…" he trailed off.

"And stuff?"

"Look, it's nothing to concern yourself with okay?"

"Come on Ky! We're best-friends, we tell each other everything. There must be more to this behavior of yours than just your grades."

"Pft, you sound like my mom."

"Kyle!"

"J-just never mind it Stan!" said Kyle sounding totally frustrated as they got to his house. "Look, just drop it. I'll see you tomorrow or something… bye."

"Hey, I thought we were gunna go play Grand Theft Auto or something at my house?"

"I've… got too much shit to do… a lab and stuff, maybe another time. Good-bye."

Stan stood there, confused, as Kyle practically slammed the door in his face.

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Now, I know that New York would be a really really long drive but hell, if they can drive to China in the show then they can drive to NY in my story! :P

I'll try to get chapter three up soon! Tomorrow perhaps? If not the day after. Hahaha, I have a lot of time to write when I'm sitting in my classes "listening" to my profs. :D