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No Such Thing

I know I won't see Kyle after this year. Our Senior year. He's valedictorian, so he naturally got accepted to ANY school he so desires. He isn't going to go to some redneck college like the rest of us (except Wendy).

"Hey!" he calls to me and takes a seat on our bench. I smile at him and wave. Kyle's smile turns to a frown, "What's wrong?". I chuckle softly and shrug. "Are you worried about finals?" he gets closer, and brings his knees to his chest, wrapping his arms around them like I do.

"Naw, I know I'll pass. I'm not stupid like Cartman," I joke around, Kyle laughed, "No.. What college are you going to? I KNOW you got accepted into TONS." Kyle looked down and sighed.

I looked at him closer; his glasses slid to the end of his cute nose, and his green eyes were calm and collect. His red curls were untamed and hung past his chin, his skin was pale and his body thin. He was near perfect, even if there is no such thing as perfect.

He turned to me, his face centimeters from mine, "Which one are you going to?"

"Nothing big."

"WHY NOT! You were in the top ten for Valedictorian, number FIVE! Why won't you take advantage of that?" He actually seemed offended.

"Because, one I can't pay for it, and two no one cares about the number five spot, when they could have number one. Probably the one up North." I replied calmly, sad knowing that after this year our 18 year friendship would come to an end.

Kyle glared, "Stanley Marsh! I am offended!" Knew it! "You don't want to go somewhere great and be something? Don't you want to stay with me?" he asked, his voice soft and sad again. I stared at him, eyes quivering.

"Kyle, I do! I really do, but… Where do YOU wanna go?"

"I don't care. Anywhere with you."

"Kyle Broflovski!"

"Stan."

"Kyle."

"Stan."

"Kyle…."

"Stan, I don't care! I'd like to go somewhere that has great medical opportunities, and we have that here in Colorado!"

I shook my head and put a hand on his shoulder. "Kyle, go to an Ivy League school, get famous, find a cure for cancer and retire with some hot girl in your big Jamaica-" his lips touched mine then. I blinked, and waited a moment. His lips stayed.

I closed my eyes and our lips stayed like that; there was no tongue, but it was so soft and sweet, I loved it. Kyle pulled away and looked at me, biting his bottom lip. "I don't WANT all that, if it means having to lose you. I want to be with you! Corny, I know, but…"

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him close. Kyle fell into me, his body limp, hands resting on either side of my thighs. "Kyle… I want you to be happy. To have the perfect life… I want to be with you too, but, I want you to be a great doctor too," I breathed into the crook of his neck. He shivered, and wrapped his arms around my waist.

We sat there till the bell rang, then we let each other go and smiled. I loved Kyle, I wanted him to be happy, I wanted the best for him… I wanted him. "You know what though, Stan," he asked, smiling, biting his lip and shaking his head. I cocked an eyebrow.

"What?"

He grabbed my hands and pulled me in closer so our foreheads touched. "There is no such thing as perfect. Let's go, or we'll be late for the assembly!" he said, kissing my nose and running off.

I stood there dumbly, taking it all in; finally a wry smile crept onto my lips and I chased after him.

Don't waste your time on trivial things.

Make every moment as fun as an exhibit.

Live life as you want.

Take no inhibitions.

"KYLE! Wait up, you fag!"

End

….. I like this one. I do. So cute. They make the best couple! O Please review! And for those who review every story of mine, I love you with all my soul! hugs reviewers