This is my first South Park fic. It's a short one shot so R&R please.

Stan and Kenny didn't talk when we got to the Synagogue. Stan stared ahead, with silent tears dripping down his cheeks. I felt like I couldn't breathe. I saw the coffin. It was open. I had walked by earlier and saw him lying there, peacefully.

I wanted to break down and cry right there, but instead I made some lame ass remark about the Jewish funeral service. No one knew how I felt about him.

Stan stood up and said his goodbyes to his best friend. Stan talked about memories he had with him. I was there for each of those memories and was a dick the whole time.

Kenny talked bout how his friend always called the people who killed him a bastard, although Stan and me were the only ones who could understand what Kyle was saying. My dead friend's bitch of a mom even made me want to cry for him.

Stand pulled on my jacket and I looked over at him. "Aren't you going to say anything?" he asked me. No, no I can't. I'll break down. "Why would I do that, hippie?" Stan frowned and said,
"Because he was you friend too." I scoffed at Stan looked ahead.

"The Jew's lucky I came is fucking funeral." I said flatly. Stan's face turned red with anger.
"Fine, Cartman! You're a fucking fat ass!" he whispered. Stan looked at the coffin and buried his face in his hands.

The funeral was over and it's 3:00 am. Stan was dragged home by his parents. Stan said he didn't want to leave his best friend.

I left before all of them. I left and cried for hours. I never got to tell my friend how I really felt about him. And now is my chance. I jumped out of bed and put on my coat.

His grave stone was round and grey, like the rest. Now is my chance to tell him. Behind all the Jew jokes and how much I claimed to hate him, I actually wanted him.

I sat there and thought of how he died. The years had passed so fast. We were already 18. I'll never forget the last thing I said to him. I told him that I hoped his fucking Jew ass would drop dead. And he did.

He hung himself that night. His mom found him in his room. He didn't leave a note or anything so I will never know why he did it. Or even if I was part of the cause.

Stan called me an hour after it happened to tell me. I was in shock. I couldn't breathe or think.

He was leaving for Yale in a few days and I never got to tell him how much I had admired him.

Now I can. The wind blew and it felt like Kyle was there. I fell to my knees and finally said...

"I love you, Kyle."