Title: A Lifetime of Style

Disclaimer: I do not "own" South Park or any of its characters. The lucky bastards Trey Parker and Matt Stone do, however. I only own this plot idea.

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Chapter 9: Finally

Fall semester starts, and the boys are now sophomores. They only have one class together.

Stan has some ideas for his first book, and he's been jotting down outlines of them. Ever since mid-August, he's been growing a beard. Kyle tells him that he's learned to deal with having a pretentious English major for a super best friend, but he refuses to be friends or roommateswith someone who looks like a hipster. Stan immediately gets the message and shaves the beard, never growing one again.

One Friday evening in mid-September, Kyle comes back to the dorms after hanging out in the student union with Bebe and Kenny, who have been casually dating since May. He sees that Stan is checking himself out in the mirror.

"Going out on a Friday night for once, Stan?" Kyle asks his friend. He's happy that Stan is finally over Wendy and starting to act like his old self again.

"Yeah, this guy in my literary analysis class is throwing a party in his apartment. I hear he throws some pretty good ones. You want to come with?"

"Nah, that's okay. I've got to do this weekly assignment in econometrics, and this class is a killer. Gotta maintain that GPA and class rank, you know?"

"Come on, Ky. It's Friday night! You can do that tomorrow."

"Nah, I'd rather get it over with. Besides, I don't know any of these people. I'd feel a bit awkward."

"You sure?"

"Yeah. You go on and have a good time! You deserve it!"

"Thanks, dude. See you later. Let me know if you need anything," Stan says, giving Kyle an unthinking kiss on the cheek.

"I will. Have fun!" Kyle says, giving Stan an unthinking kiss on the cheek as well.

It isn't until Stan is halfway down the hallway that he realizes what he's done. He turns around and goes back to his dorm, finding Kyle sitting frozen in place from where he was before. Kyle is sitting there realizing what just happened as well. Stan shuts the door and sits on Kyle's bed.

"Ky?"

"Yeah, Stan?"

"We're more than super best friends, aren't we?"

"I think what just happened was an accident, but to be quite honest, I think we've crossed that line eons ago."

"Yeah. I think it's just taken us a long time to figure it out," Stan says as he walks toward Kyle, standing in front of him.

"I'm just going to try something," Stan explains as he takes Kyle's face in his hands and gives him a passionate kiss on the lips. He pulls back slowly, with Kyle looking at him in stunned silence.

"Whoa, dude," Kyle breathes.

Suddenly, it all makes sense. The fact that they've always been closer than most guy friends. The fact that they've always been dependent on each other. The hugs. The touches. The affection. Their little nicknames for each other. The "I love yous." The fact that they could live without their ex-girlfriends, but would die without the other around. It all finally makes sense, like the light bulbs of their minds finally flickered on.

"I think I'll ditch this party," Stan purrs into Kyle's ear.

"Mmmkay."

They don't leave their dorm at all that weekend.

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