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Once everything passed, finally, the town of South Park can rest.
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half a year ago, I lost my best friend. All because he was in love with me. People are dead because of me. All four of us were on probation for 3 months. Mom wasn't too mad. Ok, that's an understatement. She was furious. We had a funeral for....I can't even say his name without breaking down. The town knew it was him, but there was still some respect. I didn't even know that Cartman died, Who would have thought. My stomach healed, but sometimes it hurts to move. I have a month until school is fully finished, and my life already feels like it's falling apart.
I was now standing in front of the Stotches with flowers in my hand. The door swung open to reveal the blonde. He stepped outside and closed the door. "Kyle, it's late, Why are you here?" I looked at my hands, then looked back at his eyes. Ever since the incident, he got a bad scar across his eye. He also got a cast for the arm. My voice seemed to get stuck in my throat. "I feel terrible, You were harmed because of me. Please just take the flowers!" He took them and hugged me. "If you gave me these for another reason, I think we need to drop that promise." He pulled back with a small smile on his face. "You love Kenny, not me. I've seen the way you look at them. I don't want to keep you away from someone who makes you really happy." He puts the flowers back in my hands and pats my shoulder with an encouraging smile. "I will, thanks, Butters." When I turned around, my pace sped up more and more. I pulled out my phone and texted Ken to wait for me outside my house.
Once I did, Ken actually listened and waited in front of my house. I ran up to them and waited just a second to catch my breath, just so I could kiss them. Suprised at first, Ken gasped but reciprocated and stood on their tippy-toes. "Kyle, you don't know how long I've been waiting for this to happen." Butters was right. Kissing them was better.
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