Random and slightly pointless introduction: Here's another. I'm not sure if I'll continue this one. I don't have a lot of inspiration, but I think I'll try to. Anyway, I think this is the oldest I've ever made them. So bear with me, I don't know if I can make them seem mature enough. But they are you know THEM so I don't have to make them mature.

Let me know if you want me to keep going.

Warning: Mild swearing.

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It was six days before their high school graduation, and a week before the last day of school. Stan was going to the Platt College, Kyle was going to Heritage College, Cartman was going to Kaplan College, and I was going to the Art Institute of Colorado. All of these colleges were in Denver, luckily for us.

We were all leaning against a brick wall in the so-called yard that was basically a parking lot. I lit a cigarette and sighed. "I still don't know where I'm gonna live."

Kyle nodded. "I don't particularly want a dorm. I don't like living with strangers."

"Yeah," Cartman agreed. "And I'll be damned if I join fraternity."

"I tried to save up for an apartment, but I still just don't have the money," Stan added, looking kind of scared.

Kyle let out a long sigh. "It feels like five minutes ago we were having our crazy elementary adventures, and now... We're going to four different colleges."

I rubbed my temples. "Ugh, I really didn't plan in advance for going to college. I'm almost broke, and I have nowhere to live."

Stan's eyes lit up suddenly, and he moved in front of us. "I have an idea!"

Cartman and I groaned in unison. Kyle just raised his eyebrow. "If it involves unicycles, instruments, anything that flies, Cartman's mom, my mom, anyone else's mom, for that matter, a pogo stick, Mr. Garrison, that creepy scientist guy with the little monkey thing that follows him around, or Kenny dying, I'm out," Kyle listed.

Stan blinked and stared at Kyle for a few moments. "Wow, that was thorough. But no, it doesn't involve anything like that. We're all going to college in Denver, right?"

Cartman rolled his eyes. "That much should be obvious, pussy."

Stan ignored him. "If we all help out, we can buy an apartment, that the four of us can share!"

I sighed. "Oh, Stan. You're the only one that's gay. We all like girls. I'll have to pass."

He glared at me. "Not like that, Ken. Kyle, you said you didn't want a roommate you didn't know, right?"

"Right..." Kyle said slowly.

"So how about three that you do know?" Stan looked so excited and pleased with himself.

I shrugged. "Why not? It'll help a lot, for sure."

"It's not like I have anywhere else to live," Kyle sighed. "I guess I'm in."

Stan looked at Eric hopefully. "What about you?"

Cartman sighed. "I don't really have a choice."

"Great!" Stan chirped, clearly annoyingly overjoyed. "Then it's settled! We'll all get summer jobs, and look into apartments for sale!"

I groaned. "What am I getting myself into?"