Hey guys, well this is it. [tear] Last chapter. I loved writing this, and I hope it's not a cheesy-as-hell ending, I thank you all for staying with me, I'm working on a new South Park fanfiction as of now, and I hope you all like it as much as this one. sorry for it being so short, I'm terrible at endings, lol.

Ch 23

"What's up, dude?" Kyle's voice was laced with worry.

"I'm just…" Stan spun around in his desk chair a few times. He felt dizzy after a few spins and stopped. "I just want to talk."

"Oh… alright."

"I wish you were, uhh…" Stan started. "…Here to hold my hand right now." His face felt hot.

There was a pause on the other end before Kyle spoke. "I wish I was there too, Stan."

"We need to do more things together," Stan began again. "You know, like…" Stan spun around in his chair again, thinking of a way he could progress his sentence.

"Romantic things?" Kyle finished for him.

"If romantic means going to Casa Bonita together today, then yeah, sure." Stan laughed, but stopped short with a groan when his side surged with pain.

"You alright, dude?" Kyle's voice was laced with worry.

Stan had to catch his breath before he could speak again. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little pain, is all."

"A-alright."

There was a knock at the door. Stan spun around in his chair to see his mother standing in the threshold, a bothered look on her face. Stan frowned. "Yeah, mom?"

"Stanley, we need to talk. Come downstairs, please."

"Oh… okay. Let me get off the phone with Kyle first."

"Alright, sweetie." Sharon frowned.

Stan said his goodbye and hung up the phone. He followed his mother downstairs and to the dining room table. "What's up?"

"We need to talk about Kyle." Stan's mother sat down.

"K-Kyle? Why?"

"Stanley, you know my feelings about this whole… relationship thing with Kyle. I don't think it's right."

Stan's face felt hot. Fuck.

"I don't want you to be in a relationship with him."

"W-why not?"

"Because it's wrong, Stanley."

"Who are you to say that?" Stan's hands formed into fists. "So what if I like him in a deeper way! I don't care what you think, mom!"

"I am your mother, and you will listen to me. That's final."

"Fuck you!"

"STANLEY!"

"No! I don't have to sit here and listen to this!" tears threatened to roll down Stan's cheeks. "I like him a lot, and you can't take that away from me! I learned that I can't change this about myself! Even if I tried so hard to, and even if I wanted to! I learned to accept it, and you need to, too!" Stan got up and rushed to his room, slamming the door.

"Stan, can you tell me about the last few weeks?" Dr. Burg pushed his glasses from the bridge of his nose and looked up from his clipboard notes. It was a day past since the fight with Stan's mother, and the two hadn't spoken since, not even on the car ride to the clinic.

"Well… my mother and I had a fight yesterday. She doesn't like that I like Kyle in a deeper way than just a friend." Stan answered absently. "She told me that yesterday and I got combative. She didn't like that very much."

"Hmmm…."

"Yeah."

"What did she say, Stan?"

"She said she didn't like me being with Kyle and that it was wrong."

"Let me tell you something: love who you love, Stan. Don't listen to her. I know you are supposed to listen to your mother on certain things, but this… this is different."

"I know. I knew you were going to say something like that."

"Well, anything else you need to talk about? Any other updates? This is our last session."

"No, I think that's it." Stan got up and shook Dr. Burg's hand. "Thanks… thanks for your help."

"You're welcome, Stan."

A week and a half passed, and Stan's ribs had finally healed. His relationship with his mother healed along with it, and she was slowly learning to deal with her son's love for his best friend.

"My mom finally understands our liking for each other, Kyle." Stan and Kyle walked down the halls of the elementary school, hand in hand. Stan could finally return back to school. Cartman had been suspended for bullying Stan, and after that, his torture towards Stan had finally subsided. The two rarely saw Cartman anymore. No word from him at all in the past week. "I… I can finally be worry free." Stan finished.

"I'm glad, Stan. I'm glad things worked out for you. For us." Kyle squeezed Stan's hand. Stan was finally able to accept that he couldn't change. He was happy with himself now. He was happy with Kyle. Everything fell into place. No more addictions, no more regret or guilt. Kyle finally realized his feelings for Stan as well. He was happy that Stan was finally happy. And he was happy with Stan. Things worked out for the best. No more torture from Cartman, no more staring eyes. Everyone at school knew Kyle and Stan were a couple now, and everyone accepted it. And there would be more snowy nights and football games to come, and maybe more secrets to be shared.