Title: A Lifetime of Style

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Chapter 24: Leaving

Rob and Ryan are working on their college applications. Ryan is dead set on pre-med, and Rob is looking at business administration, finance, or political science. No matter what major they consider, Kyle's advice is simply "Go to Georgetown." Just to see if he's even listening to them, one night during dinner, Ryan says he wants to major in feminist theory. Kyle simply replies "Go to Georgetown" before taking another bite of the pork roast that Stan made. He then gasped and asked "Feminist WHAT?!" Rob and Stan tried to stifle their laughter as best as they could, knowing that Ryan was just testing Kyle.

One day when Kyle's working late, Stan tells the boys they can go wherever they want and study whatever they want. No one really uses their degree in the end, he assures them.

"You and Daddy did," Rob points out.

Ryan decides on Georgetown but insists on staying in the dorms. Rob chooses NYU and has a conversation with his dads when they find out that's where his girlfriend is going.

"I'm not following Ashley to NYU; she's following me."

"I'm not sure I'm down with this," Stan says a little later, even though he's the one that told the boys to listen to their hearts. As he and his husband get cozy in the living room, Stan asks, "What if I would have followed Wendy to Berkeley?"

"Dude, you would have crashed and burned before orientation ended," Kyle replies distractedly as he's finishing an e-mail to the DNC.

"Okay, then. What if Wendy would have followed me to UC-Boulder?"

"You'd have married her instead, and I'd probably have married Bebe."

"Psh," Stan scoffs.

"Wendy? Who's Wendy?" Ryan asks as he descends the stairs.

"Yeah, and who's Bebe?" Rob asks as he follows his brother.

"Two girls from a previous life," Stan reassures his boys.

Later, when they're sure Stan and Kyle are asleep, they sneak downstairs to the wooden chest in the living room to try to find a yearbook.

"What do you think they looked like?" Ryan asks Rob when their search proves fruitless and they put everything back neatly and go to bed.

"Dude, you know that they were hot. I mean, our Dads were the coolest guys in high school. I'm sure they scored mad babes," Rob replies.

"Wendy. I'm thinking short, blonde, slender, nice smile?" Ryan asks.

"Yeah, I'd say that's about right. Bebe. I'd guess tall for a woman, brunette, curvy, big tits?" Rob wonders.

"I'd say so," Ryan nods. "Hey Rob? Can you imagine Dad or Daddy marrying anyone else? A woman at that?"

Rob thinks a moment.

"No, but man, that was ages ago. I don't think they'd have married back then."

"You know, though, I hope I'm like that when I get married that long, though," Ryan cuts in.

Rob is silent.

"You know, happy, confiding in each other, leaving the last of the Cheesy Poofs. Not divorced, fighting, and sick of each other."

"Ry?"

"Yeah, Rob?"

"Do you think that happens if you marry too young?"

"No. I think it happens if you and your mate are incompatible. Why do you ask?"

"I'm thinking of asking Ashley to marry me."

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