stan sighed, walking to the bus stop. Just yesterday had his best friend left for San Francisco, leaving him behind with a bunch of assholes in a shitty town. He saw cartman, looking hyped and excited, probably celebrating the loss of Kyle. Kenny looked a little disappointed, but pretty neutral nonetheless. Stan just rolled his eyes, plugging in his ear buds as he stood at his spot and stared into space.

——————————————————— 4 years later.

everything was the same as it was before Kyle had left, albeit some changes. now they were freshmans at high school, Kyle had been replaced by butters, and Stan was still numb as ever. He just wanted his best friend back.

“Hey, look at the new kid!” butters exclaimed during lunch, causing Stan to look up at the hot lunch line where he had been pointing. There stood a pale looking boy with freckles, deep green eyes, and a head full of red coily hair. Huh. That seemed familiar. He looked stunning, certainly not fit to be in such a sad place like here.

the boy adjusted his thin frame glasses, catching Stan’ gaze and staring at him for a moment.