Chapter 2: Listen to Rap

I found myself in the backseat, Wendy squished between me and Shelly while my mom and dad were at the front. I didn't like the fact that my knee was touching Wendy's. I thought it felt awkward around her. She was a pretty girl, and I shouldn't be uncomfortable because she is my girlfriend, but I felt so nervous around her. I didn't know her at all, and she tried to place her hand onto mine earlier, to which I pulled away because I know I knew her earlier before the accident, but that doesn't mean things can't be awkward. I kept facing the window as we traveled to South Park without conversing, but letting the old music sing until Shelly had switched the radio onto a CD of a band I was not so familiar with, but the track that it was currently on was something about giving into pressure.

Tell me where our time went

And if it was time well spent

Just dont let me fall asleep

Feeling empty again

I tapped my index finger against my thigh as I listened to the rhythm of the music, I was smiling and closing my eyes as I let the music play, no longer paying attention to the moving scenery in the window.

Cause I fear I might break

And I fear I cant take it

Some night I'll lie awake

Feeling empty

I can feel the pressure

its getting closer now

We're better off without you

I can feel the pressure

its getting closer now

We're better off without you

My head was swinging back and forth in a calm peaceful slow manner. Until Wendy's voice blocked the sound of the great music playing.

"Stan?"

"What?" I questioned, I wasn't happy with the fact that she had solemnly interuppted a really good song as it played.

"You don't like this kind of music." She said, raising a brow.

"I don't? So what's your point?" I questioned.

"You hardly listen to music because you never have time to, thanks to practice, and you only listen to rap like any other guy."

"What kind of music is this?" I asked of curiosity. That caused Wendy's eyebrows to knit in frustration, like I wasn't getting the point of the convo.

"It's Paramore. A punk rock band." Shelly answered unexpectedly, looking toward us.

"Yeah, you don't listen to punk rock." Wendy added. I didn't think the two sentences went together. Shelly's was more neutral and just informed me on what kind of music it was, while as Wendy's was more demanding and strongly informative to my taste.

"Whatever." I muttered angerly and rolled my eyes, giving her an attitude.

After another few hours, we had finally reached South Park. We had stopped at a gas station earlier to place on our winterwear. After all, if we traveled from Callifornia and over here in winterwear, wouldn't we die of something or would it just be really hot for us? The moving trucks were following behind our van. By the looks of the scenery, there were children playing and laughing in the park with the snow. I placed my hands onto the glass window, and my eyes moving left and right to observe and sink in every detail of my old snowy town. It was very basic and plain, there wasn't much to get excited about here or see what really stood out since Colorado was pretty cold so it's not really the snowiest or coldest town, and it's name didn't stand out either. If there's a South Park, there's a North Park, right?

We crossed into a street and it was very odd how all the houses manage to look the same. Ever been into a neighborhood like that? I'm pretty sure everyone has been into a neighborhood with houses that don't stand out and are in a uniform manner. I bet you would accidently try to break into someone's house because it looks exactly like yours, thinking that your key isn't working, until you finally realize that it isn't your house by the looks of the address plate that was next to the door. Once, we pulled up to a big house. We stepped out, slammed our doors, and dad told me I didn't have to assist a hand and ordered me to get familiar with the town, until mom argued that I should have an escort, so she suggested Wendy, but dad suggested some kid named 'Kyle'. So, Wendy ringed up 'Kyle' while in the mean time as I waited I helped out my parents move.

After getting a few boxes in the vacant living room, a red headed teen, dressed in orange and green, was running up the street, panting out of exhaustion. I'm guessing he wasn't really one of those athletic types or he lived really far or something, but whatever. He was heading toward my direction. Once he finally came up to me, he placed his hands onto his knees and continued trying to catch his breath.I wonder if I was in his way or something. I opened my mouth to say something, but he spoke instead, "Hey...Hey Stan." He said.

"Uhh..."

"Kyle."

Stan's PoV ends here.

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An 8 year old Stan Marsh was standing next to the red head in front of a crowd of cheering people (Take note that there are also some corpses and disfigured limbs dispersed throughout the crowd thanks to the earlier event that had happened). It had included a foreign German man, that looked like he was in his 40's, was chasing them down in a battle outfit and with a rifle, but because the two boys were small and surrounded by the adults they were able to escape, but other people had to unknownlying sacrifice their lives for the young lads. And what was it all for? Just to assassinate an egg that belonged to the parents, Stan and Kyle Broflovski.

But who knew that the whole thing would have been based upon the decision of the allowance of gay marriage? So, continuing on, because they were running from a man with a rifle in order to get an A+ on their project, they were injured thanks to the grenades the man threw. So, they were standing in front of a crowd in ripped clothing, dirt, and in blood, but it wasn't serious. Kyle looked at his buddy, his forest green eyes full of sadness along with an accompanied frown instead of a heroric relieved expression. "Stan...Do you really think my hat is stupid?"

His dark-haired friend looked over to his friend, observing the green ushaka that was set on his friend's red hair then at Kyle's face. He smiled and placed a hand of reassurance on his Jewish friend's back. He smiled at him, "As a matter of fact, Kyle...I think it's the nicest hat I had ever seen." He said, smiling. He was unaware of the fact that his voice sounded oddly husky for an eight year old.

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Stan had felt himself daze out for a moment thanks to a flashback that had included Kyle and his eight year old self. He thought it was very odd, but cute. He shook his head once, and had the urge to calculate how long he was standing there dumbfoundedly without answering him. "Kyle. Hey." Stan quickly looked over his dad with a raised brow, giving his father a look of, 'Please help me!'.

He made a hand motion of 'come over here' to which his son followed. "So, Kyle is..." Stan raised a brow for his father to finish up his sentence.

"Your childhood best friend." His father answered right away, "He's here to try to help you recall what memories you had here and what you need to know." He explained, and Stan nodded in response. However, he looked a llittle surprised that his best friend came for him. "So..I suggest you go with him."

Stan was hesitant about this as he looked back at Kyle then back at his dad, "Randy, I really think I wanna go with you with you instead since you're my dad."

His dad gave him a mixture of a surprised and shocked expression by his son's sudden refusal. He felt hesitant at first when he looked at Stan, and sighed. He wouldn't have mind going with his son to show him around, but he didn't think he had the time to, and because Kyle was close to his son, and it was sad how the amnesia-boy didn't realize how the relationship he had with his best friend would have been considered a 'homosexual brotherly relationship', since that's how close the two were. "Look, Stan...You better go." Randy said.

Stan muttered something unintellegible, and placed his hands into his pockets, walking toward the direction of his friend. He smiled, "Sorry, about the hold up..."

Kyle, who wasn't able to say his comment earlier, decided to say it now, "Wow, dude you really do have amnesia." He said with wide eyes looking over Stan's expression.

"Yeah...So umm...Mind showing me around?" He asked, feeling somewhat bashful about the whole thing, and grabbed onto Kyle's hand. The kid didn't realize how 'gay' his action would have been considered, but he didn't think much of it. Possibly, because he had forgotten about sexuality and it's rules.

"Y-Yeah, yeah sure." Kyle said in response, and held onto his friend's red gloved hand, he felt quite hesitant at first, and gulped. He rubbed his throat to clear it, and pulled his friend along, appearing a bit red on the cheeks. He looked down at their hands as he walked. Red and green. It was like Christmas with that combination. He didn't want to steer into those thoughts though. He wanted to relish this moment of togetherness for a while, whether it looked gay or not. When you're wtith someone wonderful, it's like the world's harsheness is shut out.

"So, where are we going?" Stan asked out of curiosity as his eyes photographed the path and the buildings.

"Hmm..." Kyle placed his palm under his chin to think for a moment, "We can go get some burgers." He answered, "And some milkshakes." Kyle responded.

To which, Stan gasped, "We can't get milkshakes Kyle!"

"And why the hell not?" The Jewish boy raised an auburn eyebrow in response.

"Uhh..." Stan scratched the back of his head, and made a frustrated thinking face as he tried to remember the reason or why, "Well...Actually, I'm not sure, but I have a bad feeling if we did." He said, almost feeling his stomach turning against him on the subject.

Kyle's eyes were now looking up, and a bemused expression occupied his face, now that he had given thought to Stan's reason. What a minute what reason? "Well, I'm a diabetic. Maybe that's why." He answered Stan, and gave a nonchalant shrug.

"Oh. In that case, we really can't get milkshakes." Stan decided.

It wasn't long till they reached the fast food restraruant. Stan ordered what Kyle ordered because he was unsure of what to get. He had bothered Kyle about what he ordered again, though he was unsure why it was a problem, yet again. The red head decided to say that he was Jewish and he couldn't eat anything that wasn't kosher, but this time when Stan scolded him, Kyle said 'Screw it'. Even if it was against his friend's wishes. He needed to break some rules in his religon after all. Hey! Catholics do it all the time! 'Following the ten commandments my ass.' The two had went over to an empty table with their orders and sat across from each other.

Kyle placed a french fry into his mouth and chewed and swallow. "What's the first thing you want to know?" He asked.

Stan had his hamburger in his hands as he was about to bite into it, but that was interupted by Kyle's question. So far, he saw Kyle as the guy that would give him all the answers, like some kind of ruler of the universe or something. Now, to find a perfect question. Then again, there is no such thing as perfection, but there are such things as dumb questions. No matter what that saying is, there are especially dumb when they come from dumb people.

Stan shrugged and just decided to ask something random for the hell of it, "How about I try to get to know you. I mean you are my best friend supposedly."

Kyle formed an amused smile, he felt odd for explaining his interests to Stan, since he would think the guy would know Kyle's entire self by heart. Damn amnesia. "All right, umm..." He tried to find the words on where to start on this. "Oh! I like snowboarding, skateboarding, and I play the bass guitar. Hmm...And I definately love basketball." He explained to his friend, nodding proudly of his interests that were moslty subjected to sports.

The amnesia boy smiled in response, and nodded. He felt left out though because he didn't even know his interests, and if he did. Would he really enjoy them now? "I'm not sure what my interests are yet, so I have nothing to give into that conversation."

"Oh! You like all kinds of sports. How about we try playing some basketball?" Kyle suggested, sounding anxious about his idea.

Stan seem to lighten up at this. He had nothing better to do, and he would choose getting to know someone through a game of basketball, then going back to the house and shift heavy boxes and furniture into the house. It was like moving into a new town, and meeting your neighbor, who would be your best friend through your entire settlement. "Sure!" He nodded. The idea excited him so much, that the two were inhaling their burgers more than chewing and swallowing them.

Stan had followed Kyle out the resturaunt and down the trail to Kyle's house. Once, the two arrived there,

"All right, so I got the ball." Kyle announced, having the orange ball in his hands, "Now we just need to go to the court and probably call Craig and Kenny for a two on tw-"

"Hey! What's this?!" Stan yelled, cutting into the rest of Kyle's informative plan for their game. He picked up a white guitar. Well, it wasn't a guitar, it looked like one though. He blew the dust away, and looked over the handle, finding colorful buttons at the end of the handle, and examined the other parts of the guitar.

Kyle frowned at Stan's short attention span. That really didn't change; he rolled his eyes at his friend's astonished gaze. "That's for the game 'Guitar Hero'. We just to play that when we were little, you had bequeathed me that game before you moved to California." For those that don't know, 'bequeathed' means to give away; inherited.

"Sweet, dude! Let's play then!" Stan said, his bemused look, instantly disappeared after his ears perked at the fact that Kyle had possessed the game. "Let's play!" He yelled, changing his mind.

Kyle rolled his eyes, and scoffed, "If you say so, I guess." He responded, and dropped the ball and walked over to where Stan was. All ready, he had noticed that the guy was all ready plugging in the X-box, and gave Kyle the other Guitar Hero controller. His eyes widen in surprise at Stan's childish antics and his strange big interest in video games.

Stan had turned on the game, and had the guitar set around himself, he looked to Kyle, "Ya ready?" He smiled.

His Jewish friend nodded in response, "Hell yeah." He said. He had a feeling he had that game play still in him. And if there was drama going to be caused again by the last time they played, then he's going to be the one that leaves Stan this time, and end his career by playing 'Herion Hero'.

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Perspiration dripping from their faces and damping their tank tops, the score rising up on the top score, the boys were playing hardcore. They had truely looked like actual band members when they swayed their body around with the guitar, twirl, go on knees, and play some more(Just to express the Queer-o of the whole thing with tricks). They were pressing furiously on the buttons, but thet were still able to keep the notes. It was an amazing show, but it was too bad it didn't teach you how to play it in real life. Otherwise, they would have a career of just them too. Then again, it would be like repeating the same mistake again, but with actual drugs and for a big crowd that's just not in an arcade. The room was dimmed, the lights were never on, since the two came in. The only lights were the flashing rave lights that were in the TV. Soon, they had reached the ultimate score of one million, and the game congradulated them by calling them...FAGGOTS. Too bad a manager didn't come up to the door to make Kyle a star this time, but they looked at the game with a dropped jaws.

"THE CRAP?!" Stan yelled.

"I forgot that this game has nothing else that's spectacular." Kyle mumbled, placing the controller down. Rolling his eyes at the stupid congradulations. If you can even call it that. He looked to Stan, who kicked the Xbox. "The fuck, Stan?!"

Stan cringed when he heard Kyle cussed, but when he thought of why he said that, he shrugged. "It looks like you never use it anyways." He reasoned, by pointing at some of the leftover dust that covered the gam counsel. He rolled his eyes at Kyle, and decided to bring something up, after facing the window's darkness. "Hey...What time is it?" He asked.

Kyle looked down at his watch, "Holy crap! It's almost 5:30!" He yelled.

"So what's your point?" Stan asked with a raised brow.

"My parents going to be home any minute now w-"

Suddenly, the door opened revealing an overweight round woman with her husband that followed behind her. "BUBBIE!"

"Bubbie?" Stan snorted and placed his palm over his mouth to keep from laughing.

Kyle twitched and turned a fury shade of red from Stan's comment, he didn't bother to remind Stan that he knew about the nickname his mother gave him for years since it's no use if the guy can't remember.

"Oh it's your friend!" The red-headed fat woman yelled enthusiastically when noticing Stan's appearance, "Stanley!" She walked over to where he was located, to which Stan moved back from the open arms she was offering to him. 'Don't eat me!' He begged internally and before he could take another breath, he was held tightly against the older woman, he had felt himself suffocating in her grip against her giant body. "Kyle..." He mumbled onto her clothes, "HELP!" He yelled or at least tried to anyways.

Kyle snickered: "That's what you get." He said with a happy grin.

My analysis: Supposedly, the only music I listen to is rap, but screw that.

- South Park is as cold as hell. Wait, hell isn't cold. Then what is it cold as? Well, I can't say Canada or Antartica(that's overboard). Anyways, a lot of houses look the same, too many buildings are plain. However, you could hardly get lost in a small town like this.

-My best friend is Kyle Broflovski(who is a diabetic) and I had an odd flashback about how we when were eight we were taking care of an egg and I was complimenting Kyle's hat.

-I think if it's allowed to marry a video game I would totally marry Guitar Hero, then it would call me a faggot if I play it too much.

-NEVER EVER GO NEAR MRS.BROFLOVSKI. SHE MIGHT EAT YOU.

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N/A: The flashback Stan had was from the episode, "Follow That Egg!" D! Yes, that was an actual scene and it was husky. Oh. I got the idea of Stan calling his parents by their first names was inspired by the Twilight series(A must read for those who like human-like vampires!). BTW. This Kyle is probably more different than my other one in Gamble for a Happy Ending! Oh, and Guitar Hero? Yes, I saw that episode 'Guitar Queer-o'.