That evening, Kyle was walking to Stan's house. Of course, he was upset that Stan gave him a nosebleed, but he didn't want to give up on helping his best friend. When he came home from school, his mother asked him what had happened to his nose. He told his mother "I- ran- into- the- door." excuse. Of course, his mother really didn't buy it, but gave Kyle an icepack and some tissues for his nose. Finally, Kyle reached Stan's house. Kyle walked to the front door, rang the doorbell, and waited for somebody to answer the door. Mrs. Marsh opened the door. "Hello, Kyle, it's nice to see you."
"You too, Mrs. Marsh." said Kyle. "Is Stan home?"
"Yes, come on in." Mrs. Marsh said. "He's in his room." Kyle walked in and examined the house. There was nothing unusual. The Marshes had just finished having dinner and Mrs. Marsh was washing the dishes. Stan's dad, grandpa, and his older sister, Shelly was in the living room watching TV like they do every evening after they eat dinner. Kyle wondered why Stan hadn't joined them. Kyle went upstairs and found Stan's room. Kyle opened Stan's door slowly. When Kyle opened the door Kyle saw Stan writing something on a piece a paper on his desk with his back turn. It wasn't too long for Stan to turn around. "What the fuck do you want? I thought I kicked your ass." Stan said.
"Stan, why are you acting like this?" Kyle asked.
"Acting like what, Kyle?" Stan yelled. "Why do you keep following me? Are you a faggot now?"
"No, I'm following you because you're my best friend and I want you to talk to me!" Kyle yelled back at Stan.
"Sorry, I don't talk to or be best friends to jewfags." Stan said laughing at Kyle. Kyle felt like he was talking to Cartman. Kyle wondered why Stan is so vicious towards him. "What was that you were writing?" Kyle asked.
"None of your goddamn business, stop bothering me, you're so fucking gay! I hate you!"
Kyle just stood there stunned and heartbroken. I hate you, Kyle never thought he would hear these words coming from Stan's mouth. His best friend in the whole world, since they were in preschool. "Where's my best friend?" Kyle asked, sounding like as if he were about to cry. "He's not here." Stan said. Just after Stan said that Kyle walked out of Stan's room. He went down the stairs where he saw Stan's mother. "Is something wrong, Kyle?" She asked with a concerned look on her face.
"No." Kyle said trying to hold his tears back. Kyle went home without eating dinner. He went to his room, turned off the lights, went to bed and cried himself to sleep.