College Days (A South Park Style Fanfic)

How Long?

Both Kyle and Stan convinced their parents to just do a group dinner. It's not the first time since they were always close...super best friends. Stan drove them around using his dad's old car, holding Kyle's hand nervously.

"Do we, like, g-go up to them holding hands?" Stan asked.

Kyle was staring at the window with a sigh. He looked at Stan and shrugged. He was just as nervous, self conflicted within his soul.

Queer little Jewish boy.

Kyle already tried his best, but he's been yelled at before for being ignorant about his religion. It's always in the back of his mind, and he celebrates what he can.

He was dressed almost like a teacher, something he always got teased about from the others. Of course, Stan found it cute. He just finds Kyle as perfectly, carefully crafted. Kyle had on a vest with a polo, khaki pants and oxfords. Stan had to talk him out of wearing ugly ass sketchers.

Stan on the other hand had a Suicide Silence T-shirt on, a red flannel over it, ripped black jeans and converse. A couple rings and bracelets, little rocker boy always had Kyle in a trance. Somewhat opposites that collide with such force.

They parked the car and smiled, seeing Ike running out. He was going to graduate early, being the genius and studious Canadian they all love. His black hair was complimented with side burns and a mustache.

One that Kyle found hilarious.

He hugged Ike tightly with a grin, almost squeezing him enough for his eyes to pop out. Ike returned the gesture with his soft chuckles.

"What's up with the porn stache, Ike!?" Kyle teased.

"Gotta get Foofa, am I right?" Ike responded, making Kyle howl in laughter and push him away.

Stan snorted, dabbing Ike up and patting his back when brought close. Ike smiled at Stan then motioned them over to join him at the house.

Kyle took a deep breath and walked in with Stan. Sheila instantly cried out from joy and ran to her little bubba. Gerald was smiling and slowly made his way to them, joining in the big hug. Stan went straight to his mom and hugged her tightly, she was sniffling with tears slowly running down.

"H-Hey mom." Stan said, muffled into her shoulder. He gave her a quick squeeze, making her chuckling softly.

"Oh Stanley...you look so...so grown. I missed you, sweetie." Sharon said with a crack in her voice.

Stan hated seeing his mom cry, hence why he doesn't like his father. He wiped her tears and gave her a weak smile.

"You look so healthy...happy..."

Stan nodded and glanced at Kyle, rubbing his jawline and sighing.

"I changed a lot about myself, I had to." He replied.

"There he is! My oh-so-loving son!" Randy said sarcastically. He patted Stan harshly on the back, a plastic smile on his face. "You look just like me when I was your age."

Stan didn't like that. He slowly touched the mustache he worked hard on with slight look of defeat.

Gerald squished Kyle's hair cheeks, laughing with Sheila.

"Oh boy! You have a strong beard! I never thought you'd let it grow." He said proudly.

"It feels nice to have." Kyle responded with a weak grin.

"My handsome bubba! You're the perfect mix of us." Sheila squealed. "Okay! Let's get down and start eatin', I made your favorite."

Stan and Kyle locked each other with nervous glances, clearing their throats and unsure where to even announce the big reveal. Before dinner? During? After? Fuck, how were they even gonna handle this?