A/N: Okay, so it's been forever since I've done a fic, and I've had this started since the Tweek x Craig episode of South Park, but I always thought Kyle and Stan should be canon. It starts off slow, but we will get to all of the mushy goodness soon!
I couldn't believe how fast time has already flown by. It was the last day of 5th grade. The last day that I would walk down the hallway of South Park Elementary with Kenny, Cartman, and my Super Best Friend Kyle. I have had the same group of kids in my class since kindergarten. It was going to be weird next year. Starting at South Park Middle School, where we would all be separated to some degree. But that time would come. I laid there staring at the ceiling reminiscing of memories from school until my mom walked in. "Stan? Are you awake? You're going to be late for your last day of elementary school! Time to get dressed!" I closed my eyes and sighed. "Okay, mom, I'm getting up." I rolled out of bed and turned my bedroom light on. 'I wonder how the guys feel about it?' I thought to myself and opened the door to head to the bathroom.
"Shelly, come on! I gotta pee! MOM! SHELLY WON'T GET OUT OF THE BATHROOM!" I yelled down the hallway. "GOD YOU'RE SUCH A TURD!" My sister, whose last day of middle school was today, screamed as she flung the bathroom door open, hair half fixed and make-up half-assed. She tried to look decent, but it never worked. Plus, she had a shitty attitude and no friends because of it. I went into the bathroom and relieved myself and washed my hands and brushed my teeth. I looked at myself in the mirror, blue eyes, messy black hair, a trait I inherited from my dad. I brushed through my hair and as always, decided on my blue hat with the red puffball on top. Once back in my bedroom I gathered my backpack, dawned my brown jacket and red converse, and opened the door to walk to the bus stop.
Just as usual, Kyle walked up beside me and together we walked to the bus stop. Like clockwork, every day. "Sup, dude?" Kyle asked. "Tired as hell, dude. I'm so glad school is out after today. I hate waking up early." I said, yawning. Kyle laughed, "Dude, you know next year we have to get up even earlier cause middle school starts at 7:20, not 8:20." I groaned, "Don't remind me, man." We approached the bus stop and Kenny and Cartman were there already. "Nuh-uh Keenny, I would totally kick your ass at Mortal Kombat. Wouldn't I guys?" Cartman said as we walked up. "Fat chance, dude." Kyle said, "I still can't beat Kenny and I've studied all of the characters in the game." "Yeah, fatass, " I chimed in, "I won't even try because I know it will make me mad." "Well, you guys just suck and when I get Mortal Kombat from my mom for doing good throughout school this year, we will see." The bus rolled up just in time before we had to hear Cartman for the millionth time say he's going to be better at any of us at something. I feel kind of bad for him, he's just not good at many things, usually just being an asshole. But whatever works, I guess. We've been stuck with him this long, I doubt he's going anywhere for a while.
"Okay, children. Last day of school, means cleaning up the place. Which you know I hate just as much as you do." Mr. Garrison told us all as soon as we were all seated and the bell rang. "I don't see why they just don't have someone come in and do this and let us leave." He mumbled before dismissing us to start taking things off the walls and cleaning out desks and such. "Dude, Stan, look what I found in the back of my desk? I thought someone stole it. "He laughed. It was half of a sandwich he brought for lunch towards winter break. "Gross, dude." I laughed with him. "Hi Stan!" Wendy, my girlfriend said, standing next to my desk. "Hey Wendy." I said. Our relationship was, weird, but I guess there isn't much to one in elementary school. I couldn't even kiss her without throwing up all over her. "Bebe is having a small party tonight for the end of the school year. Do you want to come?" She asked. I wasn't into going to parties like that. Especially with the whole group of girls in my grade. They're annoying. "I'll see if my parents will let me Wendy. I'll text you though and let you know." I responded, knowing I wasn't going to even ask my parents. "Okay, bye Stan!" She walked off to the other side of the classroom and Mr. Garrison announced that it was lunch time. Which was good, because I was starving, I forgot to grab a pop tart on the way out.
We made our way and sat down at the usual table. Ever since Chef has been gone, lunch isn't as good. Our group of friends always got extras because we had a close bond with Chef, but now it's just usual and bland. I sat next to Kyle, with Cartman and Kenny across from us. Sometimes Butters would join us, but he's been hanging out with the girls lately. "So, do you guys think that Butters is gay? Because he's definitely not getting laid by the girls." Cartman stated. "Maybe he's just got the perfect plan." Kenny said, muffled by his jacket. "Of course, you would say that Keenny. Nobody would think to even get with a poor person." Cartman joked, even though no one was laughing. "I'm pretty sure there's a lot of girls in middle school that would want to date you, Kenny. Don't listen to lard ass over there." Kyle chimed in. "Ay! Don't call me lard ass you stupid Jew!" Cartman yelled. Every day was the same at lunch. Something about someone, ending with Cartman and Kyle yelling Jew and fat ass back and forth to each other. They never got along, despite the years of friendship we all had.
On the way back from lunch, Kyle and I stopped by the restroom before heading back to class. "So, are you really going to the party tonight, dude?" Kyle asked me while I was washing my hands. "No way dude. You know I don't like parties like that. I was just going to see if you wanted to come over and play video games tonight." I replied to him, drying my hands and waiting on him to wash his. "Totally dude! But won't Wendy get pissed off if she finds out you ditched to play video games with me again?" He questioned. "Pfft. She'll live if she finds out. She always does." I laughed and we returned to our classroom to sit in our cleaned-out desks to wait for Mr. Garrison to play a movie to waste the rest of our day. I didn't pay attention to what was being played. All I could think about was how much life was going to change. Middle school was a bigger deal than I thought. I've been in the same class as Kyle since kindergarten, what will I do if we don't have any classes together? What if he makes a new Super Best Friend? "Dude, time to go, school's out." Kyle interrupted my thoughts by tapping me on the shoulder. "Oh, right dude, coming. See ya, Mr. Garrison!" I shouted and made my way with the guys to the bus to head home for the summer.
The bus ride home was chaos, as usual, except louder. Everyone knew they were immune from getting into trouble on the last day of school. We arrived at our bus stop and Kenny, Cartman, Kyle, and I got off the bus and heard all the chaos disappear down the road. "See you fuckers later! I'm going to go get the Mortal Kombat game my mom promised me." Cartman bid us farewell, until tomorrow probably, when he would be calling us to come over and see who was better at the game. "See ya guys later." Kenny muffled through his hood. "By Kenny, see you tomorrow." I said as he walked off and Kyle and I began to walk towards our houses.
"So, were you coming over to my house? Or am I coming to yours?" Kyle asked. Honestly, I didn't like spending time at my house. I was always there, my sister is a brat, and sometimes my parents were beyond unbelievable. Especially my dad. But his parents had their faults too. Way stricter about what we do and what time we go to sleep. Plus, I always had to sleep on the floor because his mom thought that two boys sharing a bed was odd. It never bothered me. We share the bed at my house and we fit just fine. Maybe it is a Jewish thing. "It doesn't matter to me, dude. I'm fine with either." I replied. "Let's stay at your house. My mom's been especially overbearing lately since we just finished elementary school." He said quickly. "I'm gonna go home and ask her and she'll probably call your mom. But I'll get my stuff and come over when she says I can." "Okay," I said, "I'll see you in a little bit Kyle." I walked up my driveway as he walked one house over. I went inside and took my shoes off at the front door. "Mom, can Kyle come over tonight?" I yelled as I walked towards the kitchen. "Sure, he can, as long as Sheila says it's okay." Mom said, she always said yes. Her and dad usually don't ground me, and if I ask, they don't mind. They're oblivious to anything going on. I don't mind, but I think that's why my sister is the way she is. The house phone rang and I stood there waiting on my mom to answer it. "Oh hi, Sheila. Yes, of course it's okay if Kyle comes over and stays the night. Oh yes, he's always good. I think they're just excited they're going to middle school next year. Oh, I know, they're growing up so fast. Okay Sheila, I will talk to you later. Okay, bye." My mom hung the phone up and I immediately asked, "Can we have pizza for dinner? We like pepperoni!" She smiled, "Yes, that's fine. But you gotta go put your backpack away and clean up your room a little." "Okay, thanks mom!" I said and went upstairs.
I looked out of my window and saw Kyle coming up our driveway. I kicked some clutter under my bed and ran downstairs to meet him at the door. "Sup dude? Mom's gonna order pizza." I said, closing the door behind him. "Awesome! There's a new Terrance and Phillip episode on tonight. We are gonna watch it, right?" He asked. "Dude, yes. Why would we miss it?" We ate pizza, played video games, talked about Kenny and Cartman, and plans for the summer. After we finished watching the Terrance and Phillip episode, we decided it was time to go lay down. Even though we don't have school until the fall, we still got up at 7:00 that morning.
We changed into our pajamas, both some variation of Terrance and Phillip. And climbed into my twin size bed. "Hey Ky?" I only called him that when I was what I called 'having a sensitive moment'. "Yeah, Stan?" I could tell he tilted his head towards me. "Do you think things are going to be different now that we're going into middle school? I mean, I know it will be different, but do you think even if we get separated, that we will be best friends?" It had been bothering me the last few days. I don't know what I would do without my best friend. I don't think I could have another one as great as Kyle. "I don't think we'll be best friends, Stan. We're always going to be Super Best Friends. Forever. Even if we don't see each other at school all the time, we're still neighbors. I'm sure it will all work out just fine. Don't worry." He patted my head and turned over on his side. "Thanks Ky. You're the best." I turned the opposite direction and drifted off thinking about everything I wanted to fit into this summer.