WOW I wasn't expecting any feedback at all, when I saw I got some I was super happy ,,, as I went to update this "Kenny m." had changed to "Kelly" and that made me laugh ridiculously hahaha :p don't worry I fixed it. The next chapter will have Kenny , cartman (happy late bday butthole), and others involved but I think it's a little more important to define kyle and stan's relationship first, as much as I LOVE style im keeping them completely platonic. Theyre only ten right now soOOOOOO…. Maybe ill do a little side story in which theyre a bit older for yall,,,,, Okay ive done enough chit chat here is chapter 2 ***

BEEEEP BEEEP BEEP BEEEP- A blaring monotone sound breaks through my unconscious state alerting my body it's time to wake up. I try to pry open my eyes but the natural light from my window is blinding, I squint and pound my hand aimlessly on my nightstand in hopes I will hit my clock.

"It's been going off for five minutes straight dude! Make it stop!" Someone snarls.

"Well YOU could have turned if off yourself, ass…hole?" Am I having a dream within a dream? I turn my attention to the my desk near my closet, my eyes widen in awe as I see the luminescent boy from my dream last night. What was his name again? He gives me a disgruntled look and crosses his arms over his chest.

"I WOULD have but I kind of pass through everything I touch!" The boy growls. I must be going crazy, what's that one disease called… have I developed schizophrenia? Is this figment of my dream a hallucination?

"There's got to be a logical explanation for this!" I shout in confusion. The boy unhooks his arms and rolls his eyes.

"Well let's see: I can interact with absolutely nothing, I am ALMOST transparent, and my feet can't touch the ground. Pretty sure I'm a ghost Kyle. Who else could see through their clothing?"

"Oh god it is schizophrenia! Why of all times NOW?!" Suddenly, my head begins to feel woozy. I cringe and grab my head with my hands. "How much sleep did I get?"

"One hour and forty five minutes…. How can you sleep on your stomach dude?"

"What? Two hours… and what do mean? How does everyone else sleep?! HEY, don't watch me in my sleep dude! I would like some privacy!"

"I would have slept too but-"

"I'm still trying to talk to you! A creation from my imagination!"

"I'm offended by tha-"

"Now I'm going to become one of those medicine droned kids. Wait until I tell my mother… OH my mother…." The translucent boy tries to put his hands on my shoulders. The tips of his glowing fingers are frosty to my skin, I shiver when they pass through me. All of my attention turns to him; he huffs in frustration and pinches the bridge of his nose again.

"KYLE! Just accept it, I'm here I'm… well I'm not alive… but you get what I mean! I'm Stan Marsh: The Colorado ghost boy!" Stan floats upward and strikes a heroic pose. I guess I might as well accept it, he's a ghost. I can't get a break in this little mountain town, can I? I let out a light chuckle and finally get out of bed. I stretch my arms up in the air and yawn heavily. I look up at Stan and give him a stern look.

"Just, no more watching me in my sleep, got it?" Stan's face lightens up and he laughs.

"Sure I-"The door swishes open and hits the wall with great force. My mother makes a beeline toward me and stops midway; her eyes are filled with horror. I begin to break out in a cold sweat, can she see Stan too? "Got…it?" Stan mumbles as fear begins to morph onto his face.

"It's okay mom, I can explain." My mother quickly rushes to my side and passes right through Stan! She can't see him! I feel a great sense of relief, but why can't she see him?

"Oh bubbeh you look awful!" She gently places a hand on my forehead and sullenly looks me in the eyes. I can hear snickers coming from behind her; I shoot a glare at Stan but quickly return my attention to my mother. Stan floats closer to the both of us and my mother shivers. "Kyle it's FREEZING in here! Did you leave your window open again? And your eyes have such larges bags under them! Oh honey, you must be ill! That flu shot must not be working! I can't let them get away with this! Kyle, you are not to leave this bed today you hear me? Gerald! GERALD!" She heads down the hall in search of my dad going on about how the government is not taking enough responsibility with our healthcare. I sigh in embarrassment and Stan just keeps staring out the door, dumbfounded by my mother's performance.

"She's a real piece of work…." He says; I jump up and throw my hands in the air.

"Stan! Your presence didn't even faze her!"

His eyes widen in realization as he floats upward. "Shit, you're right! He lifts his left hand and points at me," You must be a ghost whisperer or something."

I laugh and shake my head, "Shut up." I stride over to my wooden desk chair and grab my wooly green ushanka. I attempt to try to hide all of my red curly locks under my hat and then go to my closet.

"Nice hat." Stan says and goes to look at my toy collection.

"Thanks." I open up my closet and grab my orange windbreaker and slip it on.

There's a moment of silence between us, we observe our movements and inspect our features. Stan looks a bit more mature for his age, he's a bit selfish but everyone has a flaw. He seems to have well tamed raven colored hair; I wonder why he covers it up with that hat?

"So what'd you say your full name was again?" I question in order to kill the dead air.

"Stan. Stan Marsh. What's yours?"

"Kyle Broflovski"

"Bro...What?"

I sigh; I'm not surprised he can't pronounce it. "Broflovski: B-R-O-F-L-O-V-S-K-I."

"Whoa dude, that's a mouthful." He mouths out my last name silently to himself. He finally gives up and looks out into the hallway. "You have a nice house, it looks a lot like mine, but I think yours is a bit larger." He turns his head to me "Do you have any siblings?"

"Yes, a younger brother…. well he's not actually my brother, he's adopted."

"That's cool, I had an older sister and she was a beast I swear." Stan hovers over to my desktop and intently observes its screen. "Um, is the date on your computer right?" He gulps in disbelief.

I step over to my computer and glance at the date. "Yep, November 5th, 2013…. The clock may be off by a couple of minutes…. Why?" I double check the time on my alarm clock to see if the times match.

"I must have died in 1998…"

CHAPTER TWO didn't end how I originally planned but I think it would be better to end it this way :| SO I hope you enjoyed …. Just what happened to stan? Lets wait and see…. Happy fourth btw ***