A/N: No reviews? Aw. Sad. S'ok, I had this ready. However that may not be the case next week, so please PLEASE reviews if you can spare just a few moments that would be darling. Also I want to say, for anyone who has read this and my Just Business story, people seem to be voting for Scholarship. That will be my next summer project, look forward to it.

Months passed and eventually junior year came. For the public, the four of us stayed in our respective straight couples. In basements and empty houses though, my arm was always around Kyle's shoulder and Wendy and Bebe cuddled together. Sometimes I thought Kenny knew what went on behind closed doors, but since we never told him anything other than how we really felt, all he had were his suspicions. After one night when it was clear none of us actually wanted to watch the movie playing on the screen, I brought up the taboo subject.

"So… when should we come out?" I asked. Kyle stiffened in my arms and Wendy and Bebe looked very annoyed with me. I didn't even have a chance to defend myself before Wendy snapped at me.

"I know your parents are super tolerant Stan, but not all are," she scowled. "My mom is anti-lesbian, and she doesn't understand bi or pansexual."

"Yeah, my dad is kinda homophobic," Bebe said. "Not just that, but Kyle is one of the only guys both my parents actually like."

"Well yeah, my parents are crazy about Wendy," I said. "But they know and like Kyle already. Coming out wouldn't affect that much. We can just argue for you Bebe." I looked over at Kyle and noticed he was shaking. I put my arm around him and rubbed his back comfortingly. He looked over at me and smiled, then cracked. His face was buried in my football jersey I wore.

"I-It's my mom dude…" he started. I had to hold back a groan. Kyle's mom could be a real bitch at times. "I think she's more homophobic than the Stotches… not just that but she wants me to eventually get married to Bebe… I can't tell her about us. I'd never see you again!" My heart threatened to shatter again. If I couldn't see Kyle ever again… he was more than just my friend now, or my super best friend. He was my boyfriend. I held him tighter, as if his mom was about to storm in the room and snatch him away forever.

"Not just that," Wendy said, "but this town wouldn't understand. I mean, sure they're fairly supportive of gays, but not completely. And if they knew about me and Bebe, life would just become guys asking us to randomly hook up because it's hot or something." She hiccuped a little. "It's more than that. Why won't people just respect us?" She broke into full-fledged crying, similar to Kyle's. Bebe hushed her soothingly, kissing her cheeks gently. Out of everyone in the group, I had always been the least close with Bebe, but we looked at each other in that moment and decided on something unspoken- we were going to make this work. We didn't know how, but we were going to fix this for both of them.

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Kyle graduated as valedictorian. Wendy was mad for a little since she wasn't top of the class, but she let it go after a week of moping. I was scared after graduation things would change. Wendy and Kyle had both gotten into some of the top colleges in the country, Bebe was accepted to a school for fashion design, and I got a football scholarship for a nearby college. We were all going our separate ways. The group of four had our own little graduation party, and I drank a bit more than I should have. Kyle had to stop me.

"Stan you better not get addicted again while I'm not there to nag you," he said, only half-jokingly.

"I won't," I promised, sincere even in my buzzed state. "I'm gonna miss you dude."

"Yeah." Kyle's face fell. "I'll miss you too."

"I'm going to miss all of you!" Bebe interjected. Her usual upbeat attitude switched to something more somber. "You three are the most important people in the world to me. I… I love you." She looked over at Wendy and kissed her cheek. "And I love you especially."

"Bebe don't make me cry again," Wendy smiled, though she was already tearing up. She looked at all of us, then nodded as if someone had said something to agree to. "Let's all make a promise. To keep in touch and-"

"I hope you would keep in touch," I laughed.

"Stan I'm serious," Wendy said. "To keep in touch and, no matter where our lives take us, come back here someday." Her words seemed to hold our collective fear that this was the last time the four of us would all be together, in the same room. Wendy lifted her glass and visibly swallowed before speaking. "To our futures."

"Our futures," we repeated, and clinked glasses.

A/N: Hey I'm obnoxiously reminding you to review again. See you next week if I have stuff written.