I do not own anything that involves South Park.

It had been two weeks. And there was still no sign of Kenny's return. Everyone failed to acknowledge that Kenny was even missing. No dead. Only Kyle knew. And what made it worse was it was his fault.

If he hadn't called out to Kenny while he was crossing the street, Kenny would still be alive. Hell if he had only just responded right away to Kenny, when Kenny first confessed to him, he'd be here right now only a few desks away from him. But no, Kenny was dead. And this time he wasn't coming back.

During the time all Kyle could do was cry. He had told people about it, but they didn't help. They all just smiled and told him it wasn't his fault and that Kenny would just return like always. But they were wrong. What did they know? They weren't there to see him die.

Just thinking about it made him replay seeing Kenny's body laying there on the ground. Eyes going dull,skin color fading, and a heartwarming smile with a trail of blood leaking from it. The car had thrown him only a few yards away from where he stood, but what made the whole thing worse was where Kyle stood Kenny's body was still faced towards him, with an arm outstretched as if calling him to him.

Tears began to burn his eyes. He gulped hoping he wouldn't start crying there in class. That's all he needed. For the kids he grew up with calling him names for crying over the loss of someone they refused to be dead.

Crossing his arms over his desk, he leaned his head down to bury his face from the classes view, and to wipe away any tears that might threaten to escape.

Feeling a hand place it's self on his shoulder he peeked an eye up to see Stan staring down at him. He hated that look. Kyle hated it when people gave him that pity look. He didn't want them to feel bad for him, but for Kenny. Why wasn't anyone but him upset over this?

"Hey come on dude. Class is over."

His hand left his shoulder. There were still a few more classes to put up with, but right know he just didn't feel like going to them. Sitting up he collected his books and stood up.

"I'm bailing for the rest of the day." he muttered and squeezed past Stan and his desk.

"Hey man, I know your upset, but let it go." Stan told him. Kyle stopped in his tracks and turned his upper half to look at his friend. "Kenny's coming back. It's just taking longer this time. Deal with it."

If Stan thought this was going to help cheer him up then he was wrong. It only pissed Kyle off even more to know that he believed that Kenny was coming back. And worse but to command him to get over it. Did he honestly believe that just by saying that he would suddenly forget about Kenny's death and go on living in denial? Well that wasn't about to happen any time soon.

"Whatever." he didn't feel like arguing. He just wanted to go home, lie in bed, and stare at his ceiling like he's done so so many times this week.

And that's what he did. Luckily his mother wasn't home to bitch at him for leaving school early. Not like it would have mattered though. He would have just drowned out the yelling and walked up to his room with her following him, still ranting, until he just the door in her face. Even then she'd probably continue screaming at him.

Laying down he stared up at his ceiling. His eye did a quick scan over it before his eyes began to burn. He squeezed them shut and let out a small sob before turning over on his side and curling up into fetal position and continued to cry. Why he missed Kenny now more then ever was beyond him. All he knew was he missed him. Right now he'd give anything to just see Kenny again. But it wasn't going to happen. Kenny was dead, and the thought made him cry only harder until he fell asleep.

He wasn't sure what time it was, only that it was dark now. And cold. Really, really fucking cold. Sitting u he notice his coat was off and the covers that now lay around his waist were over him. Mainly meaning his mom saw him and tucked him in.

He couldn't help but smile at that. Even though at times; and he will admit, she was a bitch, she was still a kind hearted loving mother. But damn was it cold. Throwing the covers off he walked over to his desk where his jacket hung from the chair. Grabbing it he swung it around him and walked out of his room. If anything the reason it was so cold in the house was because his dad turned the thermometer down again. All just to save money on the heating bill. 'Pssh.' Who was he kidding. They barely even got a heating bill.

Walking up to it he was about to turn the dial when he saw that it was already at 69 degrees. Which was odd since it normally hung at 60, or lower. Ike must have beaten him to it already. Shrugging he decided to add one more to it. Just to make sure the heat would kick in. And to his satisfactory he heard it and smiled. Maybe now he could go to bed without worrying about freezing to death.

But to his dismay, when he walked back into his bedroom it was still freezing. Gritting his teeth he thought about shouting in annoyance, but decided not to. Instead he inhaled deeply and exhaled. The heat was on, his room would warm up.

So he threw his jacket on the floor and crawled back into his bed. He was tired and just wanted to sleep before having to go back to school tomorrow. Curling up he brought the comforter up to his chin and closed his eyes hoping he'd go back to sleep soon.

He could feel it. Himself drifting into sleep. But he was stuck. It was one of those moments where your asleep but you can hear everything around you. Only he couldn't hear anything. Instead he could feel it. It was like ice was touching his face. Icy fingers gently caressing his cheek.

The more he thought of it the more his eyelids threatened to open. But he didn't want to open them. He just wanted to sleep. But how could he when something was touching him. That's it. Opening his eyes he gave a sharp glare at what he honestly expected to be nothing. An he was right. There was nothing there but his dark cold room.

Huffing his cheeks he sighed and turned over. Honestly what does a guy have to do to get some sleep?

"I'm sorry, did I wake you?"

His eyes shot open. There was someone actually here with him? Right next to him laying in his bed? He could see their outline. Heavily breathing now he saw the face begin to clear. Opening his mouth he let out a horrified scream.

The face of his dead friend frightened him so bad he had launched himself backwards off of his bed onto the floor. He could see Kenny's figure sit up on his bed and stare down at him.

"Kyle?"

It was Kenny. It was really him. But that was impossible. Kenny was dead. He wasn't alive. Kyle saw him die. And if did come back to life, why was he here, in his room? This was just way to much for him to register

"Kyle what's wrong?" Kenny crawled over to the edge and reached down for him.

'No, NO.' Kyle's head was screaming. But he couldn't move only watch. Before he could release another ear piercing scream, light flooded his room. Whipping his head around, he saw his parents standing in the doorway staring down at there son frightened and concerned. But the minute he looked back to his bed, he saw it empty. 'Where's Kenny?' he thought looking around.

"Kyle honey!" his mother ran over and kneeled down to place her hands on his shoulders. "What's wrong?"

Kyle stared at his bed a moment longer before turning to clutch onto his mothers robe. "Mom, Mom! I saw him! Kenny was here!" he shouted pointing to his bed.

"Kenny?" his dad questioned the name? "Your friend who departed?"

"Yeah!" Kyle moved out of his mothers clutches and stood up pointing to his bed. "He was right there next to me!" Shit! Did he just sound crazy?

"Oh my." his mother stood up and walked over to his dad. "Gerald, what are we going to do?" she questioned glancing from him to Kyle.

His father just sighed and looked into Kyles eyes. "Look son. Kenny is dead. And I know your still upset about that, but you have to understand. He's dead. He's not coming back." his father broke contact and sighed before looking back at him. "If you want you can skip school tomorrow. Try to relax. Okay son?"

Kyle only stared at them in disbelif. They didn't believe him. But was he going crazy? Did he maybe just imagine Kenny next to him? Maybe? This was all so confusing he wanted to cry again. But not in front of his parents.

Nodding he turned away from them. "Yeah thanks. Sorry I disturbed you." he apologized while biting back tears.

"It's alright. Good night Kyle." his mother answered turning off the lights and closing the door.

The minute it closed he quickly wiped his eyes. Was he going insane? After all Kenny was dead. How could he have been right there next to him?

"Kyle?"

His heart skipped a beat. Moving his hands away from his eyes he looked up to see Kenny was there again. Only this time standing in front of him.

"Kyle I'm sorry." he apologized.

Kyle didn't know what to do. His breath was stuck in his throat. He felt frozen, and if his eyes widen anymore he was afraid his eyes might pop out. Was he really seeing this? Was he really seeing Kenny right in front of him? Or was he just imagining all this? Yeah that's it he was imagining all of this. But then why was Kenny's arms wrapping around his shoulders?

They felt like ice. They moved around till one icy grip went behind his neck and the other was on the back of his head. As much as Kyle wanted to move, he couldn't. Even as Kenny moved down closer and closer to his face he stood there like a frozen child. Unsure and confused on what to do, until it was to late. Instead of a warm, soft feeling against his lips, it felt as if cold air was pushing down, kissing his lips.