Mana here. Well, I'm not longer a high school student. Last day was on Friday. Mark your calendars for June 10th, for it is the day I graduate. I want all of you to come, no exceptions!!! Lolol jk. All in all I felt I was cheated senior year, having to change schools and graduate with a class I barely know…but it was a good experience for me. I did a lot of growing up this year, and I am very proud of myself for that. Consider this an early graduation present from me =)

Warning about this fic, it's gonna get pretty slashy. Just so you know, if you're not comfortable with that sort of thing =P

Yearbook

The last day of school was always a time for great happiness and celebration. The last day of senior year, however was very special. Throughout the halls of South Park High, girls were crying and clinging onto each other, boys were cheering. Almost everyone at South Park High had known each other since preschool, and it was a pretty emotional time for them. Soon they'll all be going their separate ways, living separate futures. It was sad, yes, but at the same time very exciting.

"Oh my God, we only have three days of school left!" Stan had just hi-fived a fellow football player as he was talking to Kyle, Cartman and Kenny.

"I know," Kyle said, "I can't believe we're graduating already."

"Yeah…" Stan trailed off, reflection senior year. It was a good year for him; he was the quarterback and captain of the football team, who with his efforts won the national championships in the fall. He felt that was his best moment ever, receiving lots of praises once that winning touchdown was made. Yeah, this year was definitely a good one.

His fantasy however was broken by Kyle's happy voice.

"Stan, Cartman, Kenny," Kyle said, "gimmie your yearbooks. I wanna be the first to sign them!"

Stan willingly passed his yearbook in to his red-haired friend. No doubt he'll leave him a sweet message, and he wanted to do the same.

Kyle opened the first yearbook in front of him, Stan's. He wanted nothing else right now than to be the first person who had even touched a clean, white page in his best friend's yearbook. He took out a green fine-point Sharpie from his pencil bag and wrote:

To my superstar:

Wow, graduation already? I can't believe that once we walk down that isle, receive that diploma and shake hands with Mr. Garrison, Mr. Mackey and Principal Victoria that we have completed all twelve years of informal education. We'll be adults now, members of society. It is a scary thought, but when is life ever not scary?

Fourteen years ago upon meeting you was probably my first nervous experience. Of course, we were just babies, but even then you still had the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen, and the blackest hair and the creamiest skin. And when you spoke, your voice was perfect, so precise. You made even the dirtiest of words sound like music. I knew from that instant that we were meant to be, but there were a lot of things that made me nervous about our beginning friendship. Will this other boy like me as much as I like him? Will he hate me? What if I do something to offend him, even just by accident…will he still want to hold hands with me and sleep in the same naptime mat as me and eat at the same snack table with me?

That question was answered during the time I first felt the sharp sting of Cartman's sadistic tongue. At this point I can't remember what the fatass said, but I just remember it was really mean and it hurt a whole lot. I was crying. I sat by myself in the back of the classroom, in attempt to conceal myself, because the last things I needed were one, Cartman to find me and make fun of me for crying like a little pussy or two, the teacher finding me and calling my parents…embarrassing! But you found me anyway, with a concerned look on your cute face. You didn't say anything; you just reached out and I threw myself into your chest. I felt better instantly, and it was all you to thank for that. What made it even better was that you let me have the blue frosting on your cupcake during snack time. My mother was furious when I had to be rushed to the emergency room for my first diabetic coma, but it was all worth it.

Then when we began elementary school, we had even more fun. Except this time instead of being confined to our parents' schedules, we did a lot more things on our own, with the other guys. We went on adventures, sometimes getting hurt along the way, but in the end everything fixed itself and things went on as normal. Haha, we were so young those days. It's hard to imagine where all the years disappeared. Sometimes, I kick myself looking back on the stupid shit we did, like trying to cancel Family Guy, and devoting six months to WoW, and stealing other kids' teeth to make money. I kick myself harder, remembering that it was Cartman who came with those ideas and I actually agreed to going on about it. But you were there with me, so it wasn't so bad.

Then middle school came, which was probably the most stressful time in my life. Like every other young man at that age, I was stricken by the maladies and insecurities that came with puberty. You stopped hanging out with Kenny, Cartman and I to go on and explore the "other side of the playground." You formed a relationship with Wendy Testaburger, and I felt it was all over. You didn't want me around anymore, you found someone else to make you smile. I was feeling lonely; sure I had the other guys with me, but I missed your company a great deal. It was like you abandoned me…I felt more hurt than I have ever felt in my entire life.

Nothing changed Freshman year. You were still going out with Wendy, and you even were offered a spot in her clique. I don't mean to say Wendy is a bad person, heavens no. She is a very sweet girl, but I unconsciously saw her as an enemy for taking you away. Then during the middle of that year she broke up with you. This gave me an excuse to hate her even more, for breaking your heart like that. You cried, and instinctively I was there for you, like a best friend should be. But now I feel like an asshole for taking advantage of your hurt…ah well, you're better now, aren't you?

Fortunately we patched things up once high school came along, and everything went back to the way it was when we were younger. We went on our adventures, except this time we experimented with more "big boy" things. I swear, I'll never do that again _ I never had quite the stomach and fortitude for alcohol and I don't think I want to build it up any time soon.

It was around the beginning sophomore year when I realized I had feelings for you. I wondered to myself why I was so pissed off when you went with Wendy but then it hit me. I had a massive crush on you for the longest time, and it took one insult from Cartman for me to realize that. I guess it's really thanks to Cartman that we're together, but you know I'll never admit that to him. That day, after the homecoming football game, I told you straight out about my feelings. I was so scared; I just wanted my heart to leap out of my chest and kill me then. But instead of rejecting me and hurting me like a normal high school football player, you took me into your arms and held me tight. My God, what you said to me was such a blur, but the only thing I could remember you saying was that you had a crush on me for the longest time and telling me to stop crying because my face is much too beautiful to have even one tear stain it.

And if that wasn't enough, then it was probably that kiss that totally blew me away. Heh, I was spending that entire game planning out what I was going to say to you and preparing myself for your rejection, so you can imagine how I felt. I was not prepared for that and if I didn't love you, I'd be pretty pissed off at you for doing that.

The next three years have been the best. The lunches we've spent holding hands underneath the table, the football games I'd make you sneak away from during half-time, and best of all those countless nights I've laid in your arms, drenched in our sweat and stamina. Of course, we weren't allowed to tell anyone else about "us." Maybe just Kenny, because he's been down that path himself with Butters. Imagine it, Kenny and Butters! Those two are adorable 3 but not as much as us =P I think Wendy kinda found out as well. She tossed me a wink the other day; I'm just glad she's not the type who'd blab. But Cartman can never know about us. I can't believe we've kept it from him; from anyone else, for so long…he really is stupid for not seeing the signs. Kenny even said once that we're "so Goddamn obvious." I was thinking of pulling you into a very hot and very wet kiss in front of Cartman during graduation, just to see the look on his fat little face. Oh, we should do it, Stan!

I want to now take this moment before I run out of room to thank you for everything you've done for me. All my life, you have been my super hero. You always knew how to make me smile when I was crying, and you always made everything better. You held my hand during the roughest times in my life and during the not-so-rough times. Promise me we'll have the best summer ever and the best college life. Although we will be attending the same university, I cannot follow you on your career path. However as your super best boyfriend, I only wish you the best and brightest future filled with many opportunities and great successes.

With all the love in my heart,
Kyle

Kyle smiled as he scribbled in his signature and blew on the page to dry the ink. Perfect. He closed Stan's yearbook to move on to Cartman's but when he saw the cover, his stomach flipped. The name plate did not say Stanley Marsh.

Instead, it read Eric Theodore Cartman.

Eric Theodore Cartman.

Eric Theodore fucking Cartman in fat, bold, golden letters.

"SHIT!" Kyle screeched.

But before Kyle had the chance to rip off the nameplates of Stan's and Cartman's yearbooks and switch them, a chubby hand reached down and grabbed the filled-up book from Kyle's lap.

"Took ya long enough, you stupid Jew!" He said in a mocked impatient tone.

He stuffed his yearbook into his Northface backpack and went off into the lunch line for seconds of that chocolate fudge cake he was so very fond of. Kyle meanwhile paled from the forehead down.

"What's wrong?" Stan asked him, "you feeling sick?"

"Stan," Kyle said, "you don't mind switching yearbooks with Cartman, do you?"

At first Stan looked a little confused as to why Kyle would ask for such. But he remembered watching Kyle write in that one yearbook all through lunch, realizing that he would never go through that much effort for Cartman's sake.

"Yeah, sure dude," Stan smiled and planted a kiss on top of his head before rushing after Cartman.

XX

Fortunately that's never happened to me before. God, I think I'd kill myself X.X

For the record, one of the only reasons I've kept a strong composure and survived senior year was South Park. All the episodes, fanfics, and epic pics found on DeviantArt really made me smile.