So this is totally inspired by the guitar hero episode. But it's place when they're are older. Anyways, I hope everyone likes. If you do please leave a review. I might make another chapter if there are enough people who want it.

Oh and if you won't mind, it may not be my first time writing, but it is in this fandom. Please be gentle.

Disclaimer- not mine.

Rise andFall

"Tell me it's not to late? Tell me everything will be okay."

"You know I don't lie to you. Don't ask me too."

"I guess that's it then."

"It's not really goodbye, it can't be."

"...Who knows."

It had been two years. Two years since they last considered themselves as friends. Since they had last shared their deepest secrets with one another. Two years since Stan had turned his back on Kyle.

There sophomore year seemed do far away to the raven. In fact after a week he had forgiven his friend. But unlike all the other times he had been stupid, Kyle wasn't so quick to forgive him. And after a while, all Stan could see was the negative things.

So Stan, now a senior, strutted down the hallway with his most unlikely new best friend Kenny. Kenny, who had once covered his blonde hair and face with his orange hood, now wore his hair puffed out proudly, even if it looked as if it hadn't been brushed in two weeks. Over the years, a bunch of little things like that changed, and try with all his might, Stan couldn't help but to notice the tiny things about his ex-best friend that slowly became prominent. Like the way that, when he finally retired that old green hat, his hair fell to his check bones in a less curly, more wavey, sort of fashion. The way his structure seemed even more frailer than when they were young. Just the little things.

The scowl etched it's self into his face as he rounded the corner to his first period class. Normally he loved the first class of the day, with Mr. Garrison being the teacher and all, but just like when they were in fourth grade he sat next to Kyle. Every morning of hearing Kyle bicker with Cartman got old after a while. The same old comments would be tossed at Kyle, while he found a better vocabulary to throw at the other. Though he too often reverted back to his fourth grade self at certain insults.

"Oi, stupid kike!" Cartman cried as he fell to the floor, as Stan and Kenny entered. His papers and books scattered. Eric Cartman had, perhaps, changed the most out of all of them. After eighth grade he finally got it through his head that he wasn't 'big boned'. Although Stan tried to steer clear of the obnoxious brunette, he knew that fat had been replaced with lean muscles. Even so, his sense of fashion remained the same.

Kyle learned over his desk, hand resting on his chin as a smirk graced his face. His red hair curled up slightly at his cheeks today. "Can I help you with something fat-ass?"

"Yeah!" Cartman yelled at him. "You could not be a Jew and push me over."

"You could do your own homework."

"Why should I when I have a Jew like you?"

Stan couldn't help but to snicker as he passed by. His blue eyes darted away from the scene though when kyle looked up at him. Even with eyes averted, he could still feel the frown and glare that the ginger gave him.

"So that's it, you're done now?" Kyle's piercing green eyes lowered t the ground. "You force me to tell you the secret I've been hiding from everyone and now we're not friends anymore?"

"You didn't hide it from everyone." Stan shot back.

"Oh, my fucking bad. You expect me to not only tell you I'm gay but to tell you who I like and that they already knew. Damn it Stan it's not like I told him myself."

"We're supposed to be super best friends. That's something we should tell each other." Stan shoved his hands into the brown pockets of his jacket. "I couldn't give two fucks if you're gay. It just would have been nice to know."

"Well know you know. Are you happy?" Stan opened his mouth and closed it again so Kyle continued. "No, of course you're not. Cause it's always gotta be about you. You're the superstar. Well I'm sick of being your shadow."

"What would you know about being in the spotlight? Every time you had your chance you always gave it away or backed off. If you're going to complain, at least make it about something you didn't give up on."

Kyle's head snapped up. "Well don't worry I won't complain about not being your sidekick anymore. I don't need a best friend that is more of an asshole than Cartman."

"Well good, I don't need your gay ass to be my friend anyways. I have plenty of people who would die to be my best friend."

"Well, I'm dying being your friend."

Stan looked up to see Mr. Garrison teaching something about how the economy sucked. Why was he even a teacher? This was an English class and he taught stuff that was meant for a financial class. Well that was better than the day before. He taught them the multiplication table again. Needless to say, everyone passed their math tests, but their English exams were another story.

Chancing a glance at Kyle, Stan couldn't help but to wonder what would have happened if he had forgiven the ginger n the spot. Or even if he hadn't pushed him to tell the secret he so desperately tried to hide. He may have had a lot of friends, but none were as good as Kyle.

Sometimes he still hoped hat he could get him back, but knowing that it was an impossible feat, the raven turned his head back to face the front. His heavy eyelids fought to stay open, but the second his chin touched his jacket covered arm he let them shut.

Why was it that every time he felt like crap, he would always see Kyle's face?