A/N: Thank you to everyone who has followed, favourited, and commented my fic.
I will be doing the story in a lot of character's POVs, so you can see their feelings on the whole matter, but it won't be so many that it gets confusing.
I would like to thank SomeSouthParkFan for promoting my other fic, in her fic, "Second Time Around", it's really awesome, it's a sequel to another one of her really awesome fics.
Thank you.
Ike's POV
"Aren't you going to mingle with your friends?" I asked Kyle as he walked towards his room.
"They're not my friends." He said flatly without any emotion in his voice. He had been that way ever since we reconnected, Mom said to give him some time to adjust, but it seemed so weird. The Kyle that I remembered was so vibrant, so full of life and passion, it just seemed to weird to see him so empty.
It was also weird to be standing eye-level with him, the last time I saw him, he towered over me, now, we were about the exact same height.
"You remember Kenny and Stan? They used to be your best friends." I told him, wondering if the trauma he suffered caused him to forget some things.
"It's been six years Ike, so much has changed! Stan is in a wheelchair for gosh sakes! Everyone is so much older! Did you see Butters? Butters is freakin massive! Cartman is skinny, and Bebe has boobs!" He exclaimed loudly.
"Uh, didn't Bebe have boobs back in the fourth grade?" I asked, trying to stiffle a laugh.
"Well, yea, but not like this! She's like a full grown woman now." He said.
"She's seventeen, she basically is a full grown woman." I said.
Kyle responded by sliding down to the ground, and putting his head in his hands,
"I don't know, Ike, everyone just seems so different." He said with a sigh.
"Well, like you said, it's been six years, no one is going to be the same." I said, sitting down beside him, and wrapping my arm around his shoulders, which he shook off.
I didn't feel hurt though, I was surprised he even let me sit this close to him.
From my position on the second floor, I could still hear the party that was going on downstairs, and I could hear Clyde singing 'Game Over' by Gatsby's American Dream, he was completely butchering it, and even though 'Game Over' was one of my favourite songs, I couldn't wait for it to be over.
Finally, I thought to myself when a new song started to play, this time it was 'Everytime' by Britney Spears, sang by Bebe, who, was hardly any better than Clyde.
I decided to turn on my mp3 player, to drown out the noises of their terrible singing, honestly, I think the only people here who aren't completely tone deaf, are Stan, Kenny, Cartman, Nichole, and Token, everyone else is just horrid.
If Kyle heard them singing, which he probably did, he didn't show it. He was just starting at the wall in front of him. He seemed to do that a lot, zone out, stare at nothing in particular.
"Where are Mom and Dad?" He asked, surprising me a little, this is the first time he has initiated the conversation since we were reunited.
"They're trying to fend off the reporters." I said. Honestly, I wasn't surprised by all the reporters, I mean, we're not famous or anything, but South Park is a small town, and people flock to big news stories like this like months to a flame.
"Oh." He said before he resumed staring at the wall.
We sat in silence for a few more minutes, until he finally got up and went into his room, leaving me out here alone in the hall.
Wendy's POV
After the party, I decided to go to Stan's house to confront him. We weren't together, but we were still good friends, and I could always tell when something was bothering him.
When I got to his house, I knocked on the door, after a minute of not getting an answer, I knocked on it again.
"Come on Stan, I know you're in there!" I called after another minute of waiting.
After about ten minutes, and twelve knocking sessions later, he finally opened the door.
"You sure are persistent." He muttered, not moving to let me inside.
"I wanted to talk to you." I said.
"What about?" He asked, trying to play dumb, but I knew that he knew exactly what I wanted to talk about.
"Why have you been so unhappy since you heard the news that Kyle is back? I thought you'd be happy that your super best friend is back." I said, getting it right out in the open without sounding like too much of a jerk.
"Because, Kyle isn't back, that boy that came back with Ike and his parents, he's not the Kyle that I remember, he's different." Stan muttered softly.
"So, you think he's an imposter?" I asked.
"No, he's just not the same person, he doesn't have that same fire in his eyes that Kyle had." He said with a sigh.
"Well, it's been six years, and during those six years, he was locked away, and the guy who had him, was doing who knows what to him, I think that would change anyone." I said softly.
"I know, but it's just so hard, I also kind of hate him for getting taken in the first place, I mean, he's supposed to be one of the smart kids, why did this happen to him? Out of all people?" Stan choked out. I wrapped my arms around him,
"It's okay Stan, it's over, Kyle is home now." I reassured him.
Cartman's POV
I couldn't believe it, Jew boy was back. However, before I had a chance to talk to him, he stormed upstairs like the little bitch he is, I guess some things never change.
All during that stupid welcome back party, people kept looking at me like I had just sprouted wings or something. I guessed that they were surprised I didn't say anything to the Jew rat.
I didn't know what to say to him, I couldn't think of anything to say that would make him feel anymore miserable than he looked.
In fact, I kind of pitied him.
I also pitied myself a little, the time Kyle was gone, was complete hell for me. I had no one to rip on, mostly everyone just brushed me off, except Butters who beat the crap out of me, stupid dick.
I also tried ripping on Ike, but it just wasn't the same.
However, now that Kyle was back, I honestly didn't feel like ripping on him all that much anymore, I guess there are some things that do change.
"Eric, what are you thinking about?" My boyfriend, Scott Malkinson, asked.
Yes, boyfriend, I came to terms with my sexuality last year, unfortunately, the only person who was willing to date me was Scott Malkinson, sure his lisp and diabetes were annoying, but it was better than being lonely the rest of my life.
"Just Kyle, it was so weird seeing him today after all these years." I answered honestly, Scott seems to have a sixth sense where he can tell whether I'm lying or not. I learned early on that it was better to be upfront with him, rather than argue with him about the truth for hours on end.
"I know, I for sure thought he'd be dead." Scott said, lisping slightly on the word 'sure'.
"Kyle's a cockroach, nothing kills that Jew bastard." I muttered.
"That's not very nice." Scott said, reminding me a lot of the way Butters used to be. I still couldn't get over how much he had changed, even though his change happened a few years ago.
Knock, knock.
"Mom! Get the door!" I yelled.
"I'll get it." Scott said with a sigh before hurrying off, he came back a few moments later with Kenny in tow.
"What brings you here?" I asked.
"What are you planning?" He demanded, narrowing his eyes at me.
"What ever do you mean?" I asked.
"Well, you didn't rip on Kyle at all when he got back, so what are you planning?" He asked.
"What makes you think I was planning something? Not everyone likes conflict like you do, are you trying to create drama because none ever happens at your house anymore?" I asked. A few years ago, Kenny's family cleaned up their act, they both had decent, minimum wage jobs, and they were actually eating more than just frozen waffles for dinner.
"I know, because I know you, it's been six years, and you haven't changed at all, except for the fact that you're into guys now." Kenny said, with a glance over at Scott.
"Do you have a problem with me being into guys? Are you a homophobe, Kinneh?" I asked, turning the bad focus onto him.
"No, and talk about calling the kettle black, you used to rip on gay people all the time." Kenny snapped.
"That was then, this is now, believe it or not, people really do change. I guess the same can't be said for you, I mean, you can take the kid out of the ghetto, but you can't take the ghetto out of the kid." I said, before shoving him out of my house, and slamming the door in his face.
Kenny's POV
I clenched my hands into fists and breathed out harshly through my teeth, how dare Cartman say that? How dare he act like he wasn't planning something.
He was still the same asshole that he was back in elementary school, only about a hundred pounds thinner.
I honestly didn't believe that he was even gay, I think that he was just using that to get something, just like he did when he pretended to be transgender, I mean, I had never even seen him kiss Scott, or any other guys for that matter.
As I was walking back to my house, I bumped into Shelley,
"Watch where you're going, Turd!" She yelled. She did mellow out a little bit over the years, but she still had slight anger issues, and she still loved calling everyone 'turds.'
"Sorry." I muttered.
"Whatever, when you see Kevin can you tell him that I want my iPod back?" She asked.
"Sure." I said, even though I knew that Kevin probably already pawned it off to get money for dope or something, he always did that, he would always "borrow" stuff from his friends, and then go and pawn it. I honestly did not see how he still had friends.
"Thanks, Turd, so, I heard that Kyle is back." She said.
"Yea, speaking of that, do you know why Stan is so upset about it?" I asked.
"That emo turd is always upset, anyway, I have to go now, when you see Kevin, tell him he better give me my iPod back, or he's going to get it." Shelley growled, before storming off before I could get another word in.
Damn, I keep running into everyone today, I thought to myself when I hit another solid form. I looked up and gulped nervously when I saw who it was; Butters.
"Hey Butters, sorry about that." I said uneasily, I knew that Butters hated Stan, Cartman, and I more than anyone, not that I blamed him, we were pretty horrible to him growing up. He probably hated Kyle too, but I wasn't sure, he wasn't one of the ones who finally sent Butters over the edge. I wasn't proud of it, but I couldn't exactly take it back either.
Instead of pummeling me, he just glared at me, and walked off, I supposed it was better than getting beat up, even if it was a little rude.
Thankfully, I made it back to my house without running into anymore people.
I plopped down on the couch and sighed, today was extremely taxing, and right now I just wanted to sleep.
I eventually fell asleep, but the sounds of sirens woke me up.
"Mom, what's going on?" I grumbled, I could see the red and blue lights bouncing off the walls, indicating that the police were right outside.
"I have no ide-" Mom started to say, before the door was busted open.
"You can't do this, you can't just break into my house without a warrant!" My dad yelled at the officer who busted the door open.
"You are under arrest for the kidnapping of Kyle Broflovski, you have the right to remain silent." The cop said, I didn't hear the rest of what he said, the words, 'kidnapping of Kyle Broflovski' rang hard in my mind, blocking everything else out, why did they think my dad kidnapped him? I thought they already had the guy in custody.
"I'm innocent! I didn't touch that boy!" Dad yelled, as the cops dragged him out of the house.
"A description of your car was found going to and from the house where the boy was being kept, and I heard from a lot of sources that you were seen with Mr Readles the night the boy went missing, oh and Mr Readles himself said you were involved, that the kidnapping was your idea, something about how you wanted to get back at the kid's dad for always being better than you, if that's not motive, then I don't know what is." The cop answered.
"Dad, that's not true is it?" I asked fearfully, I really didn't want it to be true, however, there was that small part of my mind that said it might be.
"Of course not, and when these idiot cops learn that themselves, I'm going to sue the whole damn city!"
"You can't take my husband! He's innocent!" Mom yelled, grabbing the officer's arm.
"Please restrain yourself, Ma'am, or we'll have to take you in as well." The officer said.
Unfortunately, that only made my mother more hysterical. Now, both my parents are in jail, my friend who was missing for six years is back, and the guy who really DID kidnap Kyle, may be getting a lighter sentence for framing my dad.
I thought that life would be easier now that Kyle was back, but it just seemed to be even more confusing.