AN: This is the final chapter of Dewdrops. I'm soooooo sorry for the really long wait! I hope you all enjoyed the story though! Oh, and please read the AN at the bottom too, cause there is something important!

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A Final Moment

5 YEARS LATER

It's been two years since we all graduated high school. In senior year, everybody was a little more careless with their grades since they didn't count toward college.

I graduated with almost all A's. I had one B in science class… and I think I know why.

Stan graduated with A's and B's. He was a good student but just never had the same studying skills as I had.

Kyle had A's in everything, obviously. All of them were very high, like 98% and some were even over 100%. He definitely took every extra credit opportunity available to him. Bebe was too busy gawking at his degree to even care about hers at the time, but after a while we found out that she graduated with A's, B's and one C, which was in her History class. She was probably too busy starring at Kyle to pay attention to the teacher or do her work. That's just my theory, but I'm pretty sure it's correct.

Red also graduated with A's and B's like Stan and I. She was pretty good in school except for the occasion on which she would skip class with Kenny to go make out in a closet.

Kenny had one A and the rest B's and C's. He never really was a studier. Now maybe if reading Playboy was a class, then he would study. There was no question there. His A was in gym, but too me, gym is barely even considered a class. In health, Kenny screwed that class up really badly. He failed everything, but then he had a 100% in the family life unit, which I found a little odd. However, it raised his grade up to a barely passable C, so I guess in the end it worked to his advantage.

There were many, many wild parties that week; I must have been to one every night until 3am. They all consisted of music, beer, making out, groping, and sex. Stan and I still hadn't done that, because we didn't exactly want our first time to be drunk and at some random person's house. Then they night wouldn't be memorable.

Eventually we did have our first time. It was one summer in a cruise that we took… and it was amazing.

Everybody got accepted to South Park Community College. It was pretty boring, but it had its good qualities.

We all graduated from there about one week ago with many degrees… except Kenny. He barely got one. Again, we went to many wild parties, filled of the same things, except maybe a little more intense.

After we graduated from South Park Community College, Stan and I went on to buy an apartment together. It was pretty small since it was all we could afford at the moment, but we made it home-y with warm colored paint and both our sides' family pictures, along with some of me and Stan.

Both of our parents were amazed at our ability of staying together for so long. Kenny and Red had ended up breaking up a few times during college, but they got through it and are back together and seemed pretty happy.

Kyle and Bebe are still together too, and just as happy as Stan and I. Stan told me that Kyle said he was seriously considering proposing to her soon, and that he and Kyle were going to look for the ring this weekend. Kyle told him that he needed help in choosing it because it had to look nice, while not being too pricey. Kyle was freaking out wondering if Bebe would say yes or no.

Little to his knowledge, Bebe has been gushing to me for weeks about how she wants to marry him so badly. I told her that I would like to get married to Stan too, but I didn't know if he would propose anytime soon or if he was even considering it. At this, Bebe just smiled politely while toying with her jacket string and said, "I'm sure he will."

I woke up this morning at 8am to the smell of burnt bacon. As I looked over to the empty side of the bed that usually contained Stan, I heard a frustrated grumble coming from the kitchen area of the living room.

Curious, I got out of bed and advanced toward the kitchen, stopping only to put on my little pink slippers that matched my nightgown. I flounced out to the kitchen where Stan was attempting to cook breakfast. I think it consisted of bacon, scrambled eggs, and toast... but I couldn't be sure considering the bacon and toast were burnt to a crisp. The eggs looked delicious though, so I couldn't figure out why the others were so poorly burnt.

He looked up from his cooking, and smiled sheepishly. "Uhh..."

"Whatcha cookin'?" I asked him in a cute and girly voice, while skipping to his side to reach up on my tiptoes and kiss his cheek. I wrapped my arms around his waist and looked down at the two charred items and the one yummy one.

"Um..." he began, also starring down at the dead bacon and toast, "I kinda tried to make us breakfast, because I thought it might be nice, but it didn't turn out as I expected..."

"But the eggs look delectable!" I stated enthusiastically.

Stan gazed at the wall across from him unseeingly, as if recalling a memory. "Eggs are how I survived in college. Them and Ramen noodles. They were the only two things that I could cook well, so I ate them a lot. I ended up getting really good at making eggs, and the Ramen... the Ramen I would have gotten better at if it involved skill to make." He looked down at me and smiled.

I giggled. "Well bacon and toast don't require much skill either, Stan."

He was quiet for a moment. "Be quiet, Wendy," he said jokingly. He picked up the burnt bits and threw them in the trashcan. "Whatever, who wants bacon anyways?" He had tried to blow it off casually.

"I want bacon," I stated. He looked a little bit dejected. "I'll teach you," I told him after I noted his sadness.

His face lightened after my little statement. "You may have to be a little bit patient with me."

"I have patience."

I was in a very content and lighthearted mood this morning, and I practically bounced over to the refrigerator to open it. I pulled out the raw bacon, set it on the counter, and skipped over to the pantry. I got the bread out, and jumped back over to Stan, knocking right into him. He enclosed his arms around me, holding me there.

"Now what are you so happy about today?" he inquired.

"I don't know, today just feels like a really good day," I told him honestly. It really did feel like a good day, I just knew it would be.

I heard him exhale, and when I looked up at him he looked... relieved? I don't know what he would be relieved about, but that's okay; I was in too good of a mood to be bothered by it.

"Okay Stan, you need to let me go so I can show you how to cook," I teased him.

"Oh yeah, I forgot," he teased back.

He released me and I went back to the area where I had dropped the bacon. I set the bread down next to it, and took our two pieces from the loaf.

"Alright Stan, for the bread, just stick it in the toaster and put it on the 'number 2' setting. Once it's finished, don't put it in for any longer unless you want crappy toast," I lectured. As I talked, I put the bread in the toaster and put it to the 'number 2' setting. "Now," I continued, "All toasters are different, so they might have different settings or work better on different numbers. With those, you just sort of need to guess."

He looked deep in thought. "Okay, so... 'number 2' setting for our toaster and possible different settings for others?"

"Correct," I confirmed. I thought for a moment. "Just out of curiosity... what did you do to the bread to burn it so badly?"

He sighed, and looked slightly embarrassed. "I think I put it on the 'number 6' setting," he admitted.

"Nice."

He chuckled. "Show me how to do the bacon."

I went over and took out one of those bacon cooking plates (the ones that balance the bacon on the top and let the grease fall down to the bottom so it can dump easily), and put 6 slices on it. "Okay, so just watch me..." I trailed off, enveloped in my task. It was when I covered the plate with a paper towel when Stan interrupted.

"Wendy... what?" He didn't even form his question properly because he was so confused.

"I covered it with a paper towel so that when the grease comes off of the top the towel will soak it up and the bacon won't be all gross."

Stan contemplated the reasoning, accepted it, and then said, "Go on, go on. I'm not holding you up."

I smiled and shook my head. Stan was so weird. But in the best way possible; I loved him so much.

"Okay, now you put it in the microwave for six minutes," I said as I put the bacon in and punched in the number six.

"Six minutes, got it," Stan said, trying to commit it to his memory.

I turned around in a swift motion and ran into his arms. "And now we wait, and as we wait, you cuddle with me," I said, burying my face into his chest.

"Is this part of the instructions?" he asked.

"Of course."

"Well then I guess I had no choice," he said as he hugged me back.

I looked up at him and stuck my tongue in a very immature manner.

He laughed lightly and said, "I love you so much, Wendy."

"As I love you," I told him.

As he stroked my cheek with one hand and ran his fingers through my long black hair with the other, the toaster dinged as a signal that the bread was finished.

I let go of him and skipped over to the toaster and pulled out two lightly toasted pieces of bread. I set them down, each on a separate plate.

"These," I said while gesturing at the toast, "are the two most perfect pieces of toast ever made."

"Obviously," he said matter-of-factly, "they are the two most perfect pieces of toast ever made because you made them."

I blushed. "Aw, thanks..."

"And," he continued, "They are perfect because you touched them, and everything you touch becomes perfect."

I blushed harder, and then thought of something. "Well, if everything I touch becomes perfect, then you must be very perfect because I've touched you an awful lot," I said as I went over to hug him.

He then continued to run his fingers through my hair. This time, the microwave beeped, telling us the bacon was done.

When Stan went over and opened it up, a fresh smell of bacon wafted through the house.

"Mmm," he sighed dreamily. He took the plate, dumped the excess grease out into the sink, and placed slices of bacon on our plates. He then took the hot, cheesy eggs and dumped them on our plates also, completing the meal.

We stood together and looked at our cooking work.

"Looks nice," I commented.

He smiled and took the plates over to our comfy living room and set them down across from each other on the little table we had in the corner. We took our seats and began the meal, which was delicious. We chatted and laughed for at least twenty minutes after we had finished eating. Finally, Stan suggested we took a walk down to Stark's Pond, just for old time's sake. I agreed and we put our dishes in the sink and put our jackets and hats on.

As we opened the door we were greeted by the familiar blast of fresh, cold Colorado air. Stan grabbed my hand as we ran outdoors and onto the sidewalk that let to Stark's. It was snowing very light flurries. The powdery substance danced in the sky, swirling all around in a very graceful way, creating a very serene effect.

Stan held my hand as we walked to Stark's. We were very silent, but it was another one of those moments when there wasn't really anything to say. I was just paying attention to the snow and the way it dusted the trees, making it look like icing.

As we approached the pond, which was completely iced over, Stan started to run, forcing me to run with him since he was holding onto my hand so tightly.

"Where are we going?" I asked him.

When he shifted his gaze to me his eyes were burning with wild excitement and what looked like a hint of nervousness.

"To the other side of the pond, where it's a little quieter."

I gave him my best questioning look which he chose to ignore. As we ran we left two sets footprints in the freshly settled snow. Lucky me, I accidently slipped on some icy snow and fell down and started rolling, forcing Stan down with me. By the time we stopped rolling, my shrieks had turned into giggles.

"Smooth fall," Stan commented.

"I know," I replied smoothly.

Stan got up, and then pulled me up too. He then did his best to get the snow off of him and myself. After a minute of this, Stan suddenly became very serious, and his eyes burned with their clear blue nervousness. What was up with him today?

"Wendy... there is something I would like to ask you," he began. He seemed to be struggling to keep his voice from shaking.

"Yes?" I asked him worriedly, wondering if there was something wrong.

He then took both of my hands in his, and sank down onto one knee.

Several things clicked together at once, causing my chocolate brown eyes to bulge out of their sockets for a second.

"Wendy Testaburger," he began, "We have been dating for years and I love you more than my own life. Just when it seems that I can't possibly love you more than I already do, my heart just seems to keep growing with love and devotion for you. I'll love you forever, and with that, I have one very important question to ask you."

I was smiling, and silent tears were flowing down my face. Stan reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a small black velvet box. As he opened it, he turned the full force of his vibrant ice blue eyes onto me. Inside the box was a diamond ring, but before I could examine it better, Stan spoke.

"Will you marry me?" The last word hung in the air in the dead silence of the pond for only a moment.

Without a thought, I whispered, "Yes, Stan. Of course I'll marry you."

Stan's eyes roared in silent triumph, and he took my left hand and slid the diamond ring onto my ring finger. He stood up, and I jumped into his arms and kissed him with a passion that might have set the whole world on fire. I doubt I would have noticed.

"EEEEEEEEEEEKKKK!!" Bebe's scream echoed through her entire apartment. Kyle, who had been sitting right next to her, twitched slightly, but then smiled considering he was probably used to it. "OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD! Just, just, oh my god! This is crazy!" she screeched.

Stan and I, sitting down on her hearth with our arms around each other, had went straight to their apartment to tell them the news.

"Congratulations, you guys!" Kyle said enthusiastically.

"Thanks!" we said in unison. Stan squeezed my shoulder and kissed my forehead.

"Bebe, you already knew. Why are you freaking out?" Kyle asked.

"Because it's so much more awesome actually knowing that it actually already happened!"

"Ahh..." Kyle said, exasperated. Even though it was obvious that Kyle thought that Bebe was crazy, you could tell that he loved her. The way that he rubbed her back or arm comfortably, the way his eyes twinkled when he looked at her -- it was love.

"So," Bebe squeaked, making Kyle jump slightly from the noise. "Oh! I'm so sorry Kyle! Are you okay?" she asked with concern in her bright blue orbs.

Kyle smiled lovingly down at her. "Never been better."

Grinning, Bebe pulled Kyle up from the couch and started walking toward the door.

"Bebe?" I called, "Where are you going?"

"Well we are going to go tell Red and Kenny, duh," she stated matter-of-factly. She turned her key in the lock, opened the door, and in came a blast of freezing wind and snow.

"OOSH!" Bebe cried out.

Kyle wrapped his arms around her and made their way out the door. Stan and I followed after them, his arms around me also.

Luckily, all of us lived in the same building so we didn't have to walk in the cold for very long. We trudged up with icy stairs and got to their apartment complex.

Bebe banged on the door and screamed, "Red, Kenny, open up the door! I'm freezing my ass off out here!"

Kyle snickered, but I shouted over the wind, saying, "Bebe, your ass is so small I don't think that's possible!"

She whipped around and mock-glared at me, but then lost her act and smiled. Kyle kissed her cheek and turned her around to face the door again, whispering something in her ear that made her giggle.

I rolled my eyes and leaned into Stan so that he was supporting most of my wait.

"Do you want me to just hold you or something?" Stan asked me.

"Mmm that would be nice," I told him, not truly meaning it.

The next thing I knew my legs were knocked out from underneath me and I was being cradled in Stan's arms; It had all happened so fast that I didn't have time to even utter a yelp.

"Better?" he asked, his eyes sparkling.

I was still stunned from the sudden movement: my mouth was hanging open and my eyes were wide. Stan understood and just shook his head with a silly grin plastered across his face.

"RED, OPEN THIS GODDAMN DOOR OR I WILL BREAK IT DOWN!" Bebe screamed while pounding fiercely on the door.

I felt bad for the door. If it had feelings it would be crying because Bebe was beating down so hard.

Finally, a lock clicked and the door flew open, because it was half-opened by Red and half-pushed by Bebe, who was flying into the warm apartment, tugging Kyle with her.

Red noticed me in Stan's arms and raised an eyebrow.

"We've got good news!" I exclaimed, trying to get her expression back to normal.

It worked. She smiled warmly and gestured us into her apartment.

When Stan stepped inside we were immediately greeted by a blast of heat.

"Ooooh," I sighed contently.

The walls were a very light brown with white trimming and white carpet. Their fire was burning hotly in its grate, and a very content Bebe was sprawled out on the carpet in front of it with Kyle rubbing her back.

Stan went over to the couch and sat down, repositioning me so I was more conveniently sat on his lap.

"So," Red began while sitting down with Kenny, who still dressed like a skater, "What's this 'good news'?" She made quotation marks in the air with her fingers around the words 'good news'.

"Well," I started, but Bebe was too quick.

"STAN AND WENDY ARE GETTING MARRIED!" she screeched from the floor. Kyle's hand froze on her back from the sudden blast of noise, but then continued tracing his invisible pictures across it.

Kenny started grinning like mad, while Red's face lit up.

"Aww! That's great!" she exclaimed.

"So," Kenny started in a seductive tone, "Now you guys get to bang all you want and have an excuse for doing it. Nice."

Stan rolled his eyes while I blushed. "Shut up Kenny," I mumbled while looking down at my feet.

Kenny's eyes flashed with the same childish excitement they have always had. "Ah, so I'm right."

"No!" I defended myself quickly, even though I felt my face growing hotter. I knew he was wrong… sort of… but I still blushed at his accusation.

He sighed. "Alright Wendy, if that's what you say."

His last comment left me angry, but I decided that it was better to just hold it in, because Kenny always won.

"Well Wendy, do you want to go back to out place for lunch?" Stan suggested.

"Sure."

Kenny grinned maniacally, and I glared at him, which only increased his grinning.

"Well, congrats guys," Red said.

"Yeah," Kenny seconded.

"Bye… have fun," Kyle added, while smiling at Kenny who gave him the thumbs up.

I groaned and started to pull Stan over to the doorway.

"Oh-ho, excited aren't we, Wendy?"

I turned around and stomped over to Kenny, who I gave a light smack on the cheek. He gave me a little puppy-dog face and asked, "What did I do?"

I tried to keep my angry mask on, but I couldn't resist Kenny. I smiled and reached down to give him a hug. Kenny was so adorably funny, I just couldn't help myself.

He returned the gesture, and then picked me up in his arms while I screamed. He then whispered in my ear, "Sincerely, I'm really happy for you and Stan. I can't wait for the wedding. That's my excuse to get majorly drunk." He was smiling at his last sentence.

I gave a tinkling laugh, and then Kenny handed me over to Stan, who started to carry me out the door after we said our goodbyes.

"Call me once you get home so we can start planning the wedding!" Bebe shouted after us.

I rolled my eyes as Stan shut the door behind us.

"Honestly, what's up with everybody picking me up today?" I asked once we were back in our own apartment and sitting on the sofa.

"You're just so cute that nobody can resist," Stan said as if it was the most obvious fact in the world.

I sighed and then I said, "You're too cute to resist."

He raised his eyebrows and I reached up to stroke his soft, jet black hair. I ran my fingers through it a few times so that it stuck up in odd angles. Giggling to myself, I kept playing with it until Stan decided it was enough and stopped me with a kiss. I immediately stopped playing around as my whole world melted under the soft sensation of Stan's kiss.

And we continued blissfully into the evening, and every morning, after I wake up and go outdoors, I look at the perfectly formed, crystal clear and peaceful dewdrops on the grass, knowing that they looked just as perfect as my life looked to me.

AN: Well that's the end! Now if you guys want, it's possible that I might write a side-along oneshot to this story for Kyle proposing to Bebe. I don't know if I really want to do it, so if you want me to I'll need some extreme enthusiasm. A special thanks to my editor, XxKylexX and everybody who has reviewed. I love you all, and be sure to look out for my next story!