A/N: Ok, so this story is still in the making, so pairings are not quite established yet. I'm not a huge fan of boyxboy or girlxgirl, but I'm willing to try. Just tell me some suggestions, and they shall be done! :) And please review! That'll make me very happy, and my day far better.

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"It's just… just not fair…" Kyle Brovloski hung his head so he was staring at his shoes.

"Yeah, I know…" Stanley Marsh agreed, his own eyes glued to his ceiling, which hung over his emptied room. Kenny McKormick was leaning against the far wall, his hood pulled tight to hide his face. Even Eric Cartman was feeling the heavy sorrow blanketing the room, as he stood in the corner and complained of allergies as he sniffled. Kyle knew that the sniffles weren't caused by allergies, but made no notion of the detail.

"Stanley!" A woman's voice called from the hallway. "Sweetie, it's time to go!"

"Ok…" Stan called back, his voice laden with sadness. He then directed his light blue eyes at his best friend. "So, I guess I'll see you later?"

Kyle looked away, not responding. So Stan turned to Kenny, who had stepped up to say his farewells. "Mmph." Kenny started to say behind his muffling hood. But his eyebrows knit together in anger as he ripped the hood from his head. All the boys' eyes widened in shock, because they rarely ever saw Kenny take his hood off. "Screw that hood. I'm so sick of it. Besides, I need to say bye properly." He then looked at one of his best friends. "I guess… Well, bye." He raised his hand weakly, overcome with the heaviness of the situation.

Stan smiled weakly back. "Yeah. I guess. You look so different without your hood. It's kinda funny. And it's weird to actually hear you talk. But in a good way. Keep it off."

Kenny nodded, smile forming on his twelve-year-old face. Stan then turned to Cartman, who was crossing his arms tightly. "God, you fucking fag…" Cartman mumbled. "I'm so happy that you're finally leaving. You and your entire family. You all…" He paused to sniffle loudly, "Suck. You all suck."

He then let out a tear, but brushed it off quickly. "Thanks, Eric." Stan said, his head tilted.

Cartman looked at him with disbelief. "Wait, what? You just called me Eric. You've never called me Eric in my life."

"Gee, sorry." Stan held his hands up in defense, but was only joking. "I'll call you Cart-"

"No!" Eric cut him off. "Eric's good. I like Eric a lot more than Cartman."

"Ok, then." Stan said, looking down again. "See ya later, Eric."

"But, will we really?" Kenny asked.

Stan opened his mouth, but closed it again. Kyle then jumped in, "Of course we will! He'll come visit, right? This is Stan, guys. Stan won't disappear anytime soon. Right, Stan?"

Stan opened his mouth, only to be cut off yet again. "Stanley! Let's go!" His father's voice called him.

They all went downstairs, and then left the empty house to stand outside. Stan's family was just packing up the last of their stuff when Stan turned to Kyle. He reached his hand up and pulled his red poof-ball hat off his head, revealing his messy, ebony hair. "Take this." He shoved it at Kyle, who stood there in shock.

"No, dude…" Kyle mumbled. "This is your hat. Don't you remember how we all got this stuff together? Before Pre-K? Kenny got the cheap coat, I got this hat, and Cartman got his hat when he saw yours? He wanted one similar to yours… you can't just give it to me. If you don't have yours, I won't have mine." He then took off his green hat, letting loose all his wild, unruly red hair.

Stan laughed, and still thrust his hat onto Kyle. He then took Kyle's and clenched it in his fist. "Fine. I'll take this and give it back when we see each other again, and that's when I'll get mine back. Deal?"

Kyle nodded, feeling dread rise up like vomit in his throat. Stan then smiled once more at everyone before heading out to the car. "Wait!" Kenny called out, and Stan turned back quickly. "Stan, you can't go! Don't you get it?! I'm the poor, dirty kid; Cartman the crude, fatass; Kyle the Jewish, smart kid; and you're the glue! You keep us all together! You leave, and our group is done for!"

"You'll be fine without me." Stan shrugged, opening the car door. "Soon, it'll be like I never existed. And I'll be back one day. To make sure you are all still friends, and Cartman hasn't killed Kyle. And give back Kyle's hat. In the meantime-" he got in the door, and closed the door. He then stuck his head out the window and waved at the three lone boys in front of his old house. "Kyle, get a haircut!"