Disclaimers: No, I do not own South Park.

Author's notes: This is my first South Park fanfiction in novel form, and one of the very serious things I am writing. Oh my God, I can't believe I'm actually writing this, but seeing Kenny die in that Stem Research episode and seeing Stan's emotions of his dear friend dying, sort of inspired me to write about friendship. Now, there might be a bit of certain "lemon-ness" in this story, so if you don't like even the tiniest "lemon", you should leave. (There are absolutely NO explicit xxx scenes, got that straight?! Perverts....) Besides that, I hope you'll enjoy this. (ALSO: The setting of this is when Kenny's back in the show, like 'round Season 7....)

The True Meaning of Friendship

Chapter One: Suspicious

Stan looked out the classroom window, breathing in the fresh mountain air of the town he and his friends lived in. From far away, he saw the mountains, some gathered with snow, and some without snow, spread out as far as the eye could see. It was beautiful. "I can see why Wendy wants to be an environmentalist..." murmured Stan to himself. "You can also see why Wendy is already an environmentalist..." laughed someone behind him. Stan turned around, and saw his friend Kenny standing behind him. He slapped Stan's shoulder. "What's up, dude?" grinned Kenny. Stan smiled. "Oh, same old shit that happens everyday." Kenny went beside Stan. "Huh." Stan turned back to the window again. "Well, actually, there's been a bit of a problem between Wendy and myself." Stan knew Kenny was listening, so he continued on. "I don't think it's a really serious problem or thing, but...I think she's cheating on me." Kenny's eyes widened.

"Holy shit! Are you serious?"

"Well...yeah."

"I don't believe you. She's been just as nuts for you as you were for her. Besides, didn't she hate everyone who showed you even the slightest affection?"

"....Yeah, she did. But still..." Stan looked down at his shoes, with a skeptic expression.

"What makes you think that she's cheating on you?"

"She...I ask her why she can't make it to some of our dates, and she stutters a lot. When I call her on her cell phone, she's never there."

"Well, she could've left her phone at home."

"Come on, Kenny. You know she carries that with her wherever she goes. It was a gift from...me."

Before Kenny could answer, the school bell rang. "Oh crap, I have to go to Physics – got a huge ass test today."

Stan grinned. "You sure are good at Math now, dude."

Kenny laughed. "I know. Isn't it amazing?"

"Yeah. See you later, man."

"See ya."

Stan watched Kenny running down the hall, and up the stairs. "Well, got to get to Philosophy class..." With that, Stan departed from the hall window and walked down the hall to his own class.

The teacher was smiling serenely as Stan and a couple of other kids walked in. One student noticed something unusual on the teacher's expression. "Hey, Mrs. Spilos..." The student started. "Yes, Shawn?" the schoolmarm replied. Shawn started to turn bright red under the mysterious gaze of Mrs. Spilos. "Never mind." The students took their seats, and class started to commence. "Today, we shall learn about the most common feeling we have in this whole wide world...a guess, anyone?" Surprisingly, Cartman was eager to take a guess. "Oooh, oooh, is it – retardedness?" he asked sweetly. "'Retardedness' isn't even a word, fatass!" snapped Wendy, Stan's treasured girlfriend.

'Huh. That's normal,' thought Stan.

Yet, Cartman surprisingly made no retort. Another kid named Clayton stood up and replied to Mrs. Spilos' question. "Love.", he replied with a voice filled with such emotion that all the other girls in the class sighed dreamily, including Wendy. Wendy!

'Wait. Did she just go ahhhhh?' Stan thought again, but slapped himself. 'You're exaggerating, Marsh. Snap out of it. Nothing's wrong.

Mrs. Spilos continued. "Yes. Clayton, you are right. Love is one of the most common feeling felt by us humans, but despite its commonness, it's a very special thing." Mrs. Spilos continued to go on, yet Stan's thoughts drifted somewhere else. 'Huh, yeah. Like we don't know, Teach....' He suddenly awoke when he heard the word 'faithfulness' mouthed by the teacher. "...It isn't always about affection in a relationship between family, friends, and lover. It's also about loyalty, faithfulness..."

The rest of the class zoomed by, and finally, the dismissal bell rang. "Don't forget to read pages 35 to 39, kids." called out Mrs.Spilos as the frantic students rushed out. On his way, Stan stopped Wendy. "Hey.," he greeted. Wendy, it seemed, turn around after a hasty second. "Oh, hey, Stan." she forced out a smile. "You, uh, wanna get together later? We can go to the movies." Wendy looked down at her shoes. "Sorry, Stan. I think I'll do my homework tonight." Stan raised his eyebrows slightly. "But today's Friday, and we don' t have school during the weekends..." He trailed off. "Still, I wanna stay home tonight. Goodbye." She gave him a peck on the cheeks without letting Stan reply. "Bye..." he said in a quiet voice, alone. Then he turned around, got out of school, and started to head home. He had some things to think about...homework, Love, and Wendy. Especially Wendy.

'I think she is cheating on me....' Then he got an idea. "I know. I'll call her tonight. If she's there, then she's not cheating on me. If she's not, then..." He did not want to think about that other guess. Just then, Stan heard two guys shouting behind him. "Hey, Stan! Wait up, will you?" That was Kyle. "Let's go home together." And that was Kenny. "Hey, you guys." Stan replied, as his two friends caught up with him. "How much homework do y'all have?" Kyle grimaced. "I have a stupid essay to write about my guess of why Franz Ferdinand was assassinated for History, a Math quiz to study for, and memorize my speech for English. How 'bout you, Kenny?" Kenny smirked. "Well, I have only a bit of homework. Just memorizing Romeo's line from Romeo and Juliet, and I have almost everything remembered." "Wow, you're lucky." gawked Kyle. "Yeah. You got it everything all smoothed out." smiled Stan. Kenny's expression darkened. "No, not everything. My parents have been fighting a lot, and you know, it's still painful, even though I'm 16 now. And my dad seems really depressed about his new job. It pays a lot, sure, but something's just not right.": "Wonder what his job his." Kyle said. "I have no idea. He wouldn't say. That's one of the reasons why my mom keeps flipping at him." Kenny looked sorrowful now. "Don't worry, Ken. I'm sure everything's all right. It'll work out, I'm sure." Stan tried to cheer up Kenny, but Kenny took little attention to his words. Everyone knew.it. Kenny was poor. He lived in run-down shack with his jobless parents, save his dad with his new mysterious job. Kenny also had a terrifying life. His parents usually drank, frequently out of worries, and sometimes, they would go around drunk. Everything was hard for Kenny. "Well, I have only Philosophy homework, and you know that stuff's easy." Stan gave out a vague laugh, as he tried to take the unpleasantness away. Kyle laughed as well, and Kenny smiled. Suddenly, Stan realized something. "Hey, where's Cartman?" he inquired. "Oh, you mean Fatass? Well, he said that he had a special 'date' with a girl and left without us. Can you imagine how Cartman's girl would look like?" said Kyle, stifling a giggle. "Yeah. I bet she'd have an ass as big as Cartman's..." Kenny and Kyle both burst out laughing. Yet Stan, remained silent. Without a smile, he asked, "Will you guys hang out with me later?" Kyle managed to stop laughing, and replied, "Sure thing, pal." Kenny seemed to sense something of Stan's expression, and replied more soberly than Kyle. "Okay."

The three split up, and went their own way. Stan went inside his house, up to his room, dropped his books on his desk, turned on his Blink 182 cd, and flopped down on his bed. Later, he would give Wendy a call – not right now, because she usually chills out for an hour or two when she gets back from school. If she is home, then he would just hang out with his pals with no worries. If she isn't – Stan forced himself on this – if she wasn't home, then he would pop down to her place, and try to get information where she went from her parents, and maybe find her. Stan sighed. He hoped he was mistaken about his supposing about Wendy. He loved her very much – almost wanted to marry her. They had been together since they were about 8, and never broken up. Pristine and almost holy, they were voted as 'The Childhood Sweethearts' in their middle school survey. Stan sighed one more time, and just chilled to Tom DeLonge's singing.

'I see the darkness glow upon her...I'll try to kiss you if you let me...'

To be continued, on Chapter Two.

Author's notes: Yeah, maybe the lyrics might be incorrect, but so what? :P I hope y'all liked that. If you didn't like it, please leave. Don't review if you didn't like it. (Flames will be ignored, if you don't act like a civilized person and obey me.) So, what would happen next? I'm so fucking tired right now...I'm gonna go sleep. Bye byez. -