Thanks 4 the lovely reviews, my lovies.

And... here we go!

Baby, baby,

it looks like it's gonna hail!

Baby, baby,

it looks like it's gonna hail!

"So, Bubbey, how was basketball practice?" Mrs. Broflovski asked her son.

"It was fine, mom." Kyle mumbled. He had just finished basketball practice, and him and his mom were driving in their Lexus LX down a nice, quiet highway that not a lot of people took. Kyle saw this as an opportunity for peace and quiet, but, unfortunately for Kyle, Mrs. Broflovski saw this as an opportunity to bond with her son.

"Didn't they say you were too short for basketball?" Mrs. Broflovski asked Kyle.

"Mom, that was eight years ago, I think I've grown a few inches since then." Kyle said, rolling his eyes.

"Didn't they also say that you weren't black enough?" She questioned.

"Mom, can we please not talk about this right now?" Kyle asked irritably.

As you can see, Kyle and his mom don't exactly have the best relationship.

So they sat in silence until they saw a car in the distance. Even though it was far away, Kyle could still make out the Ford symbol on the front. He smiled as he remembered a joke he once heard about Fords.

"Is that car... coming toward us?" Mrs. Broflovski asked her son.

Kyle squinted, and on closer inspection realized that yes, the car did seem to be heading in the wrong direction.

"Maybe we should just go into the other lane. Just until that car passes by us because there are no cars in that lane anyway." Kyle said.

"No! I'm actually going in the direction! They should move!" Mrs. Broflovski said, stubborn as ever.

Kyle just sat in his seat, waiting for his mom to calm down. He looked up and saw that the car was getting closer and closer, it was only about thirty feet away now.

"Motion for me to move!" Mrs. Broflovski proclaimed angrily. "You're the one who needs to move you son of a-"

"Mom!" Kyle yelled.

And then they, for lack of a better word, crashed.

Christy's P.O.V.

"Christy, I'm really sorry about your dad passing." Bebe said.

I forced a smile. "Thanks, Bebe."

She sat down next to me. "Are you gonna be ok?"

"Yes, Bebe, I'll be fine." I answered.

"Well, is there anything I can do to help you get through this?" She asked.

"Can you just, go? I need to be alone right now." I said irritably.

She got up, looking a little hurt, and I kinda felt bad. But not really. I was at school right now (I missed a week grieving) and I hate how everybody was coming up to me and giving their 'condolences'. I hate people saying that they were sorry about my dad. They didn't mean it. And I didn't expect them too. After all, it's not their fault that he died. Oh, and that's another thing. He died. He's dead. And as much as it saddens me to think of my father like that, it's the truth. He didn't 'move on'. He didn't 'pass away'. I didn't 'lose him'. He died. And I don't understand why people can't just say that. Why do they have to sugarcoat it?

I sighed, and lowered my head onto my desk, the coolness of it calming me down instantly.

As I cleared my head, one thought crossed my mind. Why don't they understand?

Stan's P.O.V.

"So you really like her, huh?" I asked Kenny, taking my seat on my beanbag chair. Kenny was over my house, and we had been playing video games, but those got boring, so I was now talking to Kenny while we drank some Mike's Hard Lemonade. HEY. YOU. Wipe that disguisted look off of your face. I know we're only sixteen, but we were just having one Mike's Hard Lemonade. Chill, prudes.

I know what you're thinking. Why aren't those kids in school? And I don't know why, because it has absolutely nothing to do with what's going on right now and there was nothing implying that we were supposed to be at school right now, but, nevertheless, I'll tell you. We knew that today was going to be Christy's first day back in school since the accident, and we knew that Christy would be angry because of all of the attention that people were giving her, and trust me, you do not want to see Christy when she's angry. So, we decided to skip. HEY. Shut up, you same prude- people.

Anyway...

"Yeah, dude." Kenny said quietly.

Awkward silence.

"Why?" I asked, sounding a little bit ruder than I had meant for it to sound. Anything to break this awkward silence.

He sighed. "I don't know, man. Mary's just so... perfect. She's smart, she's beautiful, she's nice, cares way more about others than she does herself, and is just an all around fantastic person. And... I think I love her." He said quietly, looking down.

I shifted uncomfortably. Yeah, things are getting really awkward right now, so, I had to say something to break this tension.

"This coming from the guy who once got a boner from a Victoria's Secret commercial." I said, smirking, knowing that this would piss him off and make him forget about his yearning for Mary. Hey, I don't have a crush on Kenny or anything, but it's kinda sad to see him all mopey and stuff. What happened to the old, perverted Kenny that we all knew and loved.

"Hey! That was 3 months ago! And you know how those lace push- up bras get to me!" Kenny said.

I laughed and so did he. Nice to have the old Kenny back for once.

Christy's P.O.V.

Thank god! I'm finally out of that hellhole! I thought as I got home from school. I put my bag down on the ground and sat on my bed, taking out my phone- which Kyle had kindly returned as soon as I got out of the hospital- and texted Mary.

Heyyyyy

Hey

Wzp?

Nmu?

Nm just thinkin

Bout ur dad?

Kinda

You holdin up ok?

Yea im fine

Good cuz the christy i kno wuldnt b cryin, she'd b plottin her revenge on the douche who sold her dad tht car!

I smiled. This is why Mary was my best friend. She didn't take pity on me, and she always knew how to cheer me up.

Lol i dont think im gonna do tht

Aw come on! Wat betta way 2 make u feel betta? :)

Lol i already said im fine and i meant it

K fine but ur no fun :( o and sry im takin so long 2 reply im txtin kenny 2

do u still lik him?

Christy uve been askin me tht almost evry day 4 lik 5 weeks and I DONT

R u sure?

Yea

Realy?

Yea

Mary ur my bffl u kno i can c rite thru u nd i kno ur lyin

Im not lyin

Yes u r

No im not

Yes u r!

No im not!

YES U R!

NO IM NOT!

YES U R!

NO IM NOT!

Mary, just admit it, u totally r

K fine, i am

I knew it!

But u cant tell any1

Damn, i was just bout 2 txt kenny

Christy!

Relax im jk :)

U betta b - _ -

Dont worry i am

Good well i g2g txt u latr byeeeee

k byeee

I closed my phone. Finally, she admits it.

You gotta, jump, jive, and,

then you wail.

Jump, jive,

then you wail awayyyyyy...

If anyone looooooves to swing dance, then they kno tht song ^ ^

And hooray 4 long chappies! :)

Well, r&r, me loves!

-CC