A/N: Holy poo I'm finally done with the final chapter! Super sorry this took so long! I really hope everyone likes the way it turns out. I don't really know what an actual high school reunion is like cuz I've only been out of high school for three years so I haven't had a reunion yet but based on movies and TV shows this is how I would picture one to be like. To make it easier, I just decided that our South Park gang graduated seven years ago from present year so that would mean they graduated in 2005. I've been working on this story for so long it's going to feel weird to not have to add to it anymore! Thank you so much to everyone that has reviewed! It's awesome to know that people enjoy the story that has been floating in my head for months. Super special thanks to Marriot-chan and everlasting-luv for being steady reviewers :) Enjoy the last chapter and let me know what you think!

Chapter Song: "A Nice Place to Visit" Aesthetic Perfection

Stan entered his bedroom while straightening his tie to search for his pair of dress shoes. He and Craig had been getting ready all afternoon to attend their reunion. Stan had just gotten finished styling his hair smartly and shaving in the bathroom mirror while Craig remained in the bedroom getting dressed after having taken his shower. Once his shoes were on his feet, Stan glanced up at Craig to check on his progress.

"Well damn," Stan said surprised. "This is going to be interesting," he stated.

"What?" Craig asked curiously. Stan gave him a goofy grin.

"Peoples' reactions when they see how hot my husband is," Stan laughed. Craig rolled his eyes at Stan's cheesiness. "You clean up real nice, dude. I don't get to see you dressed up very often," he explained. "I have to wear a tie every day for work," the noirette complained while motioning to his clothing. Craig hummed in response before walking over to Stan and placing a kiss on his forehead.

"You look cute though," Craig admitted. Stan blushed lightly. Craig was dressed up in a grey dress shirt with a black suit vest over it and a black tie. His slacks and dress shoes were also a stark black color and his hair had a controlled bed head look to it. Stan had chosen to wear a dark blue dress shirt with a red tie and his slacks and shoes were black.

"Are you ready?" Craig asked. His voice would appear calm to most people but Stan knew him better than that and could pick up on the hidden layer of excitement in Craig's tone.

"Mmhmm," Stan answered and rose from the bed he was sitting on. "Guess we'd better get going," he told the other man. The two headed downstairs and found Sharon sitting on the couch with a cup of tea and a book.

"Are you guys headed out?" she asked when she heard them come downstairs.

"Yeah Mom," Stan responded.

"Oh don't you two look handsome! Let me take a picture of you guys before you go!" she exclaimed and hastily left the couch to search for her camera.

"Mom!" Stan groaned. Craig smirked. "This isn't senior prom you know!" he shouted after her.

"I know, I know!" she dismissed as she trotted back into the room with her slightly dated camera. "I haven't seen you in years though and now here you are all dressed up. I could use an updated picture of you. Besides, now I can have one of my Stanley all dressed up with his husband to put on the mantle!" she said excitedly. Stan pinched the bridge of his nose but submitted, moving to stand closer to Craig for the photo. He was pleasantly surprised when, at the last minute, Craig turned and planted a kiss on his cheek for the picture.

"Aw you two are just so cute together," Sharon gushed. Craig and Stan both blushed slightly at the compliment. Several camera flashes later, Sharon finally put the camera down to allow the two young men to be on their way.

"Have fun, boys!" she shouted after them as they situated themselves in her Jeep Liberty. Stan waved to his mother and Craig gave a head nod before Stan backed out of the driveway.

"God, I'm so nervous right now!" Stan exclaimed while letting out a deep breath and tapping his hands on the steering wheel. Craig turned his consistently stoic gaze toward the jittery male and studied him for a moment. Stan was attempting some deep breathing exercises and white knuckle gripping the steering wheel.

"Should I be driving right now? I'd rather not die while we're out here in this God forsaken town," Craig stated bluntly. Stan gave a nervous smile.

"Nah, I'm fine. Sorry, don't mean to scare you," the nervous man explained. Craig accepted that answer and resumed staring out the window at the passing scenery.

"God, it's like nothing has changed," the dark haired man pointed out.

"Yeah it's a little eerie, ya know?" Stan agreed. Craig hummed.

"I guess most of our generation left town because there don't seem to be very many children here. That's what people our age would be doing right? Having kids by now?" Craig asked casually. Stan thought for a moment.

"Yeah I guess that sounds about right," Stan agreed. Craig gave a look of disgust.

"Damn breeders," Craig spat.

"Well aren't you mister gay pride," Stan snorted in laughter. Craig gave his husband an amused look. He was glad his joke was able to take Stan's mind off of being nervous. He noticed they were approaching the school parking lot and felt a jolt of butterflies go off in his own stomach. "Looks like we're here," Stan said quietly. Several cars were already in the parking lot and it took a few minutes for Stan to find an empty space.

Once the car was parked and turned off Stan took a deep shaky breath. "Are you ready?" he asked Craig, looking directly into his grey eyes for comfort. Craig took Stan's hand into his own and stroked his fingers over it.

"Why are you so nervous? You grew up in this town with these people. You spent four years of your life in this building, so why are you so worked up?" Craig asked his husband calmly. Stan sighed.

"I don't know it's stupid really. I guess it's just because I don't know what to expect and it's just been so long since I've seen my friends. I mean, Jesus Christ, when we went here I hated you! I thought you were an obnoxious asshole! If we've changed this much just think of what's happened with everyone else!" Stan had a worried look on his face. Craig remained expressionless for the most part.

"Don't worry," Craig told him in an overly dramatic soothing way. "When we went here I thought you were a whiny attention whore, but look where we are now," Craig said then gave a look that read 'you know I'm being an ass on purpose'. Stan smiled and playfully punched him in the shoulder. "Really though," Craig continued, "we changed for the better. People changing isn't always a bad thing. And if you are worried about telling them that you are gay and married to Craig mother fucking Tucker," he flashed a wicked grin, "then who gives a shit what they think? In another day we will be back in Vermont living the awesome life that we have built together," he concluded. He reached up and brushed his fingers across Stan's cheek for reassurance. The blued eyed man smiled.

"What would I do without you?" Stan asked lovingly.

"You'd probably be having a panic attack in a ditch somewhere," Craig shrugged.

"Shut up!" Stan laughed and pecked the other dark haired man on the lips. "Alright let's go do this!" he exclaimed enthusiastically as he let himself out of the car with Craig following. He grabbed Craig's hand and began leading him towards the doors that led to the school's gym.

The South Park High school gymnasium had been festooned with streamers and balloons of green and white to display the school's colors. The building was dimly lit much like a school dance and several round tables were set up to allow social seating arrangements. The center of the floor was left open to allow space for wandering around and a buffet table was situated alongside one of the walls. At the head of the room a projection screen was pulled down and the words "Welcome Alumni" were displayed colorfully upon it. The room was already full of people chatting and catching up. Stan had wanted to arrive at least thirty minutes after the start time to avoid being one of those awkward first few people there.

The dark haired couple stood still at the entrance for a moment to assess their surroundings while their fingers remained laced together for comfort.

"Welcome! Are you two former students?" as smiling woman asked from a small table set up near where they were standing. Stan jumped at the surprising sound of the woman's voice while Craig turned his unaffected gaze towards her. She must have been one of the current PTA members that was volunteering to help out because she looked like someone's mom but was too young to be the parent of anyone that graduated with them. Craig squeezed Stan's hand before leading him closer to the woman.

"Yes, we are attending the reunion," Craig informed her.

"Super! What are your names please?" the woman asked happily. Craig had to resist the urge to flip her off.

"Craig Tucker," he stated and the woman uncapped a highlighter as she began running her finger down a list.

"Aha! There you are!" she chirped and highlighted his name on the list before using a black sharpie to write the name on a "Hello My Name Is" sticker. "There you go!" she said as she handed him the sticker. Craig grimaced. Why was this woman so happy? "And you are?" she asked Stan. The noirette became nervous again now that it was his turn to speak.

"Erm… Stan Marsh-Tucker," he told her uneasily. She began running her finger down the list of names again and pouted when she reached the end.

"I'm sorry, there's a Stanley Marsh?" she offered. Stan sighed.

"That's it," he said. "That was my name in high school. I changed my last name when I got married," he explained.

"Oh," she blushed once she caught on. "Well tonight your nametag will say Stan Marsh since that's what you went by in high school. It's just so that people will recognize you," she defended. "We've had to give a lot of people nametags like that so you won't be the only one, Mr. Marsh-Tucker," she attempted to make him feel better.

"I understand," he accepted and took his new nametag sticker from her.

"You guys have fun," she waved once they had finished checking in.

"Thanks," Stan replied as he stuck his name sticker on the front of his shirt. Craig groaned.

"That woman makes me want to puke," he told Stan while adhering his own nametag to his suit vest.

"I know," Stan soothed while patting Craig's arm. "So how do you want to do this?" Stan asked, looking up into his husband's grey eyes. Craig considered this for a moment as he glanced around the dim building.

"I guess we could split up for a bit; you find your friends and catch up with them while I find mine. No offense, but I don't particularly care for your friends so you can have some alone time with them," Craig stated bluntly. Stan nodded in agreement. He already knew the other dark-haired man disliked Kyle, Kenny, and Cartman. He used to be included on that list until they really got to know each other in Vermont.

"If I can't find my friends then I'll just come back to you," Stan added. He really hoped his friends were present tonight though.

"Sounds good," Craig confirmed. "We'll meet back up anyways after we've had a chance to catch up with our main friends though," he said.

"Mmhmm," Stan hummed. "Alright then, see you in a bit," he exhaled a nervous breath.

"Love you," Craig told him and placed a kiss on his cheek. Stan smiled.

"Love you too," the blued eyed man replied and began walking away. As an afterthought, Craig caught Stan by the back of his arm and spun him around to face him. Stan had a look of surprise on his face.

"Don't do any drinking while we're here," Craig warned. Stan rolled his eyes.

"Okay, Mom," he said sarcastically. Craig only gave him a stern glare back.

"I'm serious, Stan. We're here to have a good time, not ruin peoples' lives," he stated stoically.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Stan looked offended.

"This is a social setting where you may be tempted to have a few too many of whatever they are serving. You become unpredictable when you are drunk. By eliminating the factor of you drinking in the first place we can avoid any potential disasters," Craig stated flatly.

"Well, gee, thanks," Stan said with more sarcasm. Craig continued to stare at him with such intensity it felt as if he was attempting to bore into his soul. "Fine, no drinking," Stan finally relented.

"Good," Craig smirked and let go of Stan's arm. "Hold true to that and someone might be getting a reward later when we get back to your parents' house," he teased.

"Oh really?" Stan asked intrigued. Craig let out a short laugh and smirked once again.

"See you in a bit, hun," the grey eyed man stated and patted Stan's shoulder before wandering off towards the tables to try to find his friends.

"That sexy bastard," Stan muttered and decided to head towards the refreshment table to begin his search. The multi-colored party lights which were set up throughout the gym made the large punch bowl look very attractive and Stan ladled some into a plastic cup and took small sips off of it as he began taking in the people around him. It immediately became clear how useful the nametag stickers were. A woman with dark auburn hair and an eyebrow piercing was standing near him chatting with a pretty black woman in an orange dress. He attempted to peer at their nametags inconspicuously and discovered that the two women were Red and Nichole.

Suddenly, Stan picked out the sound of a somewhat familiar voice speaking loudly in the center of the room. He began moving towards the source to find out who the voice belonged to. There was just something about the way the person was talking that seemed to remind him of someone.

"Yeah, it's a pretty sweet set up," the voice said arrogantly as Stan made his way through a small group of people standing near the man he was trying to find. The noirette gasped softly once he had discovered the owner of the voice he had been hearing.

"It's cushy and I can pretty much do whatever I want. I'm the number one guy in charge so what I say goes," a stocky brunette man was boasting to two women next to him. He wore his hair in a slicked back businessman manner and was dressed to the nines in a pinstripe suit. The man was chubby, radiated arrogance, and his nametag read "Hello, My Name Is Eric Cartman". Stan took a few cautious steps forward to be at a more appropriate conversation distance.

"Cartman?" Stan asked in disbelief. The pudgy man cut his sentence short and turned toward where his name had been called. The brunette squinted at Stan's nametag for a moment before breaking out into a shit eating grin.

"Holy shit! Stan Marsh," Cartman commented in disbelief. Stan chuckled and the two men bro hugged.

"Stan?" one of the nearby women asked softly. The man in question looked over at her and saw that her nametag had Wendy Testaburger scrawled across it. Her long black hair had been tied back in a ponytail and she wore a professional pants suit. This was the only girl Stan had ever dated.

"Wow," Stan said surprised. "You look great Wendy." The raven haired woman blushed lightly.

"Thanks, you aren't too shabby yourself," she replied. Stan read the nametag of the stylish looking blonde that stood next to Wendy and discovered that it was Bebe Stevens.

"Hey Bebe," Stan waved to her. She flashed a dazzling smile which showed off her perfectly straight white teeth.

"Hi Stan," she greeted in return.

"Well isn't this a pleasant surprise that the two former love birds would meet up this early into the reunion!" Cartman jeered. Stan rolled his eyes playfully and Wendy blushed again. "Well anyways," Cartman pressed, "I was just telling these two lovely ladies about how amazingly successful I have become since high school," he bragged.

"Oh?" Stan quirked an eyebrow at him and asked only slightly intrigued. Cartman always was one to gloat and be the center of attention.

"Yeah, it took a lot of ambition, some cut-throat strategizing, and just a small amount of blackmail," he smirked and got a malicious glint in his eye, "but I have managed to become the youngest ever CEO of KFC."

"You've got to be kidding me," Stan responded.

"I kid you not, Marsh," Cartman assured. Stan exchanged exasperated glances with Wendy and Bebe before returning his attention back to the egotistical man in front of him.

"Well that's…," the noirette searched for the correct term to use, "that's just great, Cartman. I'm sure that's your dream job," he settled on.

"Of course it is!" Cartman exclaimed. "I can finally have a hot tub full of KFC gravy in my office just like I used to have." Stan didn't miss the disgusted look Bebe got on her face at the thought of such a thing.

"Well, how do you like that?" Wendy said with insincere praise.

"So what are you two doing nowadays?" Stan asked the two women.

"Ay!" Cartman shrieked. "That's all you have to say about my amazing job as a CEO?" he demanded.

"We'll get back to you, sweetie," Bebe placated. The chubby man harrumphed but simmered down nonetheless. Wendy decided to speak first.

"I moved to Denver and went to college there. I got my degree in journalism and now I'm the editor in chief of one of the largest newspapers in the city," she informed her former classmates.

"That seems like something you would do," Stan commented. Wendy smiled.

"It's something I really love," she confessed.

"I moved to New York and became a professional model," Bebe spoke up.

"Wow! Really?" Stan asked. He found Bebe's profession to be more impressive than Cartman's. The blonde nodded.

"I've been in tons of fashion shows in New York and Paris and I've done photo shoots for anything from diamonds to shoes. It's really incredible! I've traveled all over the world for various shoots," she explained excitedly.

"I still can't get over how awesome that is, Bebe!" Wendy giggled.

"Yeah it's pretty amazing," Stan agreed. Cartman let out a frustrated sigh because the attention wasn't on him.

"What about you, Stan?" Bebe inquired curiously.

"Oh, well it's nothing special," Stan admitted.

"As long as you like doing what you do then it doesn't matter what other people think," Wendy told him encouragingly. Stan let out a nervous laugh.

"Yeah I suppose," he agreed. "I moved to Vermont and went to college there. Now I'm an accountant for a corporation."

"God that sounds so boring," Cartman remarked rudely. Stan gave him a puzzled look.

"Why does everyone always say that?" he wondered to himself out loud.

"Don't pay any attention to him, Stan," Wendy advised.

"Yeah," Bebe chimed in, "sounds like a pretty important job. I bet you're making the big bucks," she lightly teased. Stan chuckled.

"Well, I'm not struggling," he admitted.

"I would've expected that ginger Jew to have a job like that," Cartman retorted. "I didn't expect you doing something like that." Stan shrugged.

"I just like numbers I guess. I like organizing things too. This way I get to organize numbers," he reasoned.

"Sounds like you really enjoy what you do," Wendy smiled. Stan smiled back.

"Yeah I really do," the raven haired man acknowledged. Bebe suddenly clapped her hands together in excitement.

"Alright!" she piped. "Enough beating around the bush! I wanna know the scandals! Who's been arrested? Who has tattoos? Who slept with who?" the flawless blonde interrogated.

"Oh jeez," Wendy groaned which earned a bubbly giggle from the straight-forward woman next to her. Cartman cleared his throat.

"Well as I mentioned before, my rise to the top of the corporate ladder wasn't exactly squeaky clean," the chubby brunette boasted.

"You ever get arrested?" Bebe challenged.

"Of course not! I have my ways," the portly man declared.

"Uh huh," Bebe responded in a bored manner. "Ever get married?" she questioned.

"Seriously you guys?" Cartman scoffed. "I am the youngest CEO of KFC! I don't need some gold digging whiny bitch that's just going to spend my money on stupid shit!" he exclaimed.

"Like a hot tub full of gravy?" Stan muttered and Wendy and Bebe had to stifle their giggles.

"What was that?" Cartman demanded.

"Nothing dude," Stan coughed. "I totally agree, damn women just buy a bunch of useless shit," he lied sarcastically. The two ladies had to contain their giggle fits once again. As soon as Wendy felt that she could control herself she spoke up.

"I've been arrested before," she confessed.

"What?" all three of her former classmates asked at the same time. The dark haired woman laughed.

"At protests and demonstrations," she clarified.

"Jesus Wendy," Stan stated.

"So have you found a man?" Bebe probed. Wendy blushed lightly.

"No," she confessed. "I haven't found a man that can handle me yet," she stated. Bebe whooped at that.

"Oh girl!" she called out. Stan laughed nervously, feeling a bit awkward being an ex of Wendy himself. "Well I still haven't settled down either," Bebe told them. She gave a devious smile as she added, "But I have had many exotic lovers." She erupted into bubbly laughter as Stan and Wendy blushed at her revelation and Cartman appeared intrigued.

"Stan, what sorts of debauchery have you been up to?" Bebe asked as she wiped a few tears from the corners of her eyes from laughing so much.

"Uh," Stan apprehensively began twisting his wedding ring around his finger. "When I left South Park I just went to college in Vermont. Right after I graduated I got married and now I pretty much just work, go to the gym sometimes, and I like to watch football whenever I can. I don't really have a super exciting life like you guys, I guess," he shrugged.

"Aw! You got married?" Bebe asked excitedly.

"Yeah I did," Stan smiled warmly holding his hand up to display the silver wedding band on his left ring finger.

"You don't have any kids yet? How long have you been married?" the blonde interrogated. Stan shifted where he was standing.

"We don't want any kids. We've been married for almost three years but we've been together for about six years," the noirette revealed.

"Aw! That's so cute!" the model gushed.

"That's really great Stan," Wendy praised with a tight smile. Cartman scoffed.

"What happened to 'women buy a bunch of useless shit'?" the arrogant man sneered. Stan smirked; time for his first outing of the night.

"Who said I married a woman?" he challenged.

"Are you shitting me right now, Marsh?" Cartman snapped. The blue eyed man shook his head.

"I'm serious. My husband is actually here right now," Stan asserted.

"So you're gay?" Wendy asked quietly.

"Yeah I am," the former football player told her. The dark haired woman remained silent in shock.

"Jesus Christ, I knew you were a hippie faggot!" Cartman laughed.

"So where is your husband?" Bebe asked curiously. "I wanna meet this guy!" she exclaimed excitedly. Stan actually giggled a bit.

"He's looking for his friends right now to catch up with them," he told her.

The blonde's eyes widened in surprise, "I thought you met him in Vermont! You mean he actually went to school here too! Holy shit who is it?" she shouted with her enthusiasm. Stan laughed in amusement.

"He did go to this school. We both coincidentally ended up in the same town in Vermont and we eventually started dating," he informed her.

"Oh my God! You're killing me with anticipation!" Bebe exclaimed. Stan extracted his wallet from one of his back pockets and opened it up to remove his driver's license.

"Here," he said handing her his license. "Take a look at my name. I took his last name when we got married," he explained. The blonde grabbed the small laminated card and began scouring it for his name. Wendy peeked over at it in curiosity as well. After a few moments Bebe gasped loudly.

"So what's his last name?" Cartman drawled. "Is it Broflovski?" Bebe lifted her eyes from the license and grinned widely.

"Stanley Randall Marsh-Tucker," she recited.

"What the fuck?" Cartman blanched. Wendy's eyes widened.

"There were only two people at our school with the last name Tucker," the dark haired woman pointed out. "Ruby and…," she couldn't say it so Bebe cut in.

"Craig," she stated in an amused way. "Craig Tucker," she repeated.

"Stan," Wendy said quietly. "I would have never thought that you were actually gay all along," she admitted. "Out of all the people in the world I definitely would have never thought that you would end up with Craig."

"Craig is like the biggest asshole ever," Cartman added. Stan rolled his eyes.

"Come on you guys," Bebe urged, "he can't be that bad if Stan's been with him for six years," she concluded.

"Yeah, he's really amazing," Stan agreed.

"So where is this man of yours, Stan?" Bebe asked casually. Stan began scanning the crowd for the familiar figure of his husband. He finally spotted him on the other side of the gym sitting at one of the tables chatting with someone.

"There he is at that table," the noirette pointed out to the model. She looked in the direction Stan was pointing and noticed the handsome dark haired man seated there. Although he was older now he still had that 'I don't give a fuck' bored look on his face and she could immediately tell she was looking at the one and only Craig Tucker.

"Damn he got sexy," she admitted. Stan laughed.

"Yeah I know," he sighed. "He always looks so sexy when he dresses up," he told her. Craig turned his gaze in Stan's direction and noticed he was being watched. He gave a small wave to his husband and Stan waved back which made Bebe go into another giggle fit about how cute they were.

Craig turned his attention back to his conversation at the table after receiving a wave back from Stan.

"Did Stan Marsh just wave to you?" Clyde Donovan asked skeptically. "Don't you guys hate each other or something?"

Craig gave a bored look before glancing at his wedding ring then back to Clyde. "We did in high school, but now I'm actually married to him," Craig stated. Clyde's mouth dropped open.

"Wha- are you serious right now?" the brunette stammered. Clyde had lost all of his baby fat finally and was about average build and height for his age. His face remained boyish but his skin was now tanned light brown which complimented his honey brown eyes and light brown hair.

"Yes I'm serious," Craig assured him. "I'm wearing a wedding ring so obviously I'm married and I just told you who I'm married to," the grey eyed man explained impatiently.

"Well that's cool," Clyde commented. "I didn't know you were gay," he added.

"Yep," Craig confirmed. "Always have been. So anyways, I told you about my extremely exciting life in Vermont, now tell me what you've been up to," the dark haired man instructed. Clyde flashed a triumphant smile.

"I moved to Miami," the brunette stated in an accomplished tone. Craig raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Wow, you really got the hell away from here," the grey eyed man stated. Clyde nodded his head.

"Yeah I was thinking, 'You know what? Fuck this cold weather!', and I went to the hottest, sunniest place I could think of!" he exclaimed excitedly.

"Well that explains why you got tan," Craig pointed out. "You like it down there?" he asked.

"Hell yeah, man!" Clyde confirmed. He had a dopey excited grin on his face. "Dude, you should see all the hot chicks on the beach," he laughed and nudged Craig's arm. The dark haired man gave his friend a disgruntled look. "Oh sorry!" Clyde apologized. "There are some dudes out there too. I don't know if they are hot but some of them have a lot of muscles. I don't know if that's what dudes look for in guys but, you know," the former football player rambled. Craig rubbed his temples.

"Thank you for that, Clyde," Craig said exasperatedly. Clyde laughed at his friend's anxiety.

"No problem, dude!" he patted his grey eyed friend on the shoulder. "Well any who, I moved down there and went to college and stuff. I've graduated now but I'm going to take a year or two to just dick around before I go into a career. Well, that's what I'd like to do anyway," he added forlornly.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Craig asked curiously. Clyde sighed.

"There's just so much I want to see and do in my life. Miami's great! I love the beaches and I can learn how to surf and there are all these hot chicks everywhere. Dude, you should see it during Spring Break! I'm finally away from all this fucking snow and I'm on my own; I can do whatever the hell I want," he stopped and looked conflicted for a moment before continuing. "My old man wants me to move back to South Park to take over the family business," he said sadly.

"The shoe store?" Craig asked.

"Yeah," Clyde said bitterly. "Who the hell would want to give up such an awesome life to sell shoes?" he complained.

"Then don't do it?" Craig said questioningly. "Just tell him you aren't qualified to run a business," the dark haired man suggested. Clyde groaned and ran his hands through his hair.

"I went to college for business management, dude," the brunette whined while giving his friend a pleading look.

"The fuck did you do that for?" Craig blanched. "You should have seen this coming if that's what you majored in and you know your father owns a business. Should've studied fashion or some shit," the grey eyed man scolded. Clyde put his forehead to the table and groaned.

"I just don't know what to do. That store has become my dad's life since I've been gone and my mom isn't here anymore. I don't have any siblings so it automatically gets landed on me. He wants to keep the business in the family. If I don't accept, he will just keep working there until the day he dies. No one will be there to keep the business running and it will be lost," Clyde explained. The two men remained silent for a few moments.

"Clyde," Craig said after a bit. "No disrespect man, but I just imagined your dad standing in the middle of the shoe store with a broom looking totally skeletal and ancient just sweeping up. Then he keels over and is just dead in the store and it's left all dusty and abandoned and after years all that's left is a skeleton buried under shoe boxes," Craig stated calmly. Clyde gave him a horrified look.

"What the hell, dude?" the brunette shouted. "God, you're so creepy!" Craig just shrugged. "I wonder how the Tweaks dealt with this issue," the tanned man questioned. "Do you think Tweek will take over the coffee shop when his parents want to retire?" he asked.

"I don't know. I don't know if Tweek could handle the pressure of running a business," Craig admitted.

"Yeah he did have OCD pretty bad in high school. I guess he probably wouldn't be running the coffee shop, then," Clyde agreed. "Have you seen him yet tonight?" he inquired.

"No, you're the first person I ran into since arriving actually," Craig told him. "I wonder if Token is here," he pondered. Clyde shrugged. The more childish man scanned the gymnasium for any signs of the black man or wild haired blonde.

"I don't think I see them," Clyde announced. He suddenly caught sight of another familiar figure. "There's Kyle Broflovski," he pointed. Craig made a face.

"Why would I care about that asshole?" the noirette asked irritably.

"I dunno. He's Stan's best friend," Clyde reasoned. Craig rolled his eyes.

"Stan hasn't talked to that guy in years," Craig corrected. "Besides, just because I married Stan doesn't mean those dick holes he hung out with in high school are suddenly okay in my book. As far as I'm concerned they still owe me a hundred dollars," he sneered.

"Stan was involved in that incident too wasn't he?" Clyde asked.

"Yeah but I forgave him for that," Craig relented.

"Don't you live off of Stan's income?" Clyde questioned.

"Well I work too, but yeah, he makes more than I do," the grey eyed man admitted.

"So then, wouldn't that sorta count as repayment for the hundred dollars?" the brunette wondered quizzically.

"No it doesn't count!" Craig denied. "I want one hundred dollars either from the fat ass or the fire crotch. I don't expect Kenny to have the money; or hell, maybe I do. Maybe he's not poor anymore," Craig ranted. Clyde just sighed.

Kyle Broflovski was standing by the punch bowl when Stan returned to it for a refill. Once his cup was full he turned away from it and suddenly caught sight of someone with fiery red hair to his left gathering some finger foods onto a paper plate. Stan stared in shock for a moment before finally finding his voice.

"Kyle?" the dark haired man asked. The red head turned around to see who had called him and his face instantly lit up.

"Stan!" Kyle exclaimed. The two hugged briefly. "Wow! It's been so long," Kyle said in amusement.

"Yeah," Stan agreed. "I think it's been about six years." Stan had attempted to stay in contact with Kyle after graduation but that only lasted the first year. Eventually, Kyle had stopped responding to texts and phone calls and never signed onto their online messenger.

"I'm sorry about that," Kyle said with a hint of regret in his voice. "School just got so busy and I was involved in a lot of extra-curricular activities so I had virtually no free time," he rambled.

"Yeah," Stan agreed awkwardly.

"Can you believe these tacky decorations?" Kyle observed while glancing around the gym. "I can't believe the school was so broke it couldn't even book a conference room somewhere and it had to buy all these dollar store streamers," he snorted. Stan looked around at all the balloons and streamers that had been used to decorate.

"I think it looks okay," he shrugged. Kyle didn't respond to Stan's comment, instead he focused his gaze on the cup in the noirette's hand.

"You're drinking that punch?" Kyle asked critically.

"Yeah it's pretty good. Have you tried any yet?" Stan asked with a smile. Kyle made a gagging gesture.

"That stuff tastes like stale off brand popsicles," the red head stated. Stan quirked an eyebrow at his high school friend's description of the beverage as he drank from his cup anyway. He thought the punch was delicious.

"Well, now that you're out of school what have you been up to?" Stan asked to change the subject.

"Oh I'm still in school," Kyle corrected proudly. "I'm not settling for a meager bachelor's degree. I'm going for my master's in law right now. I go to Harvard, I'm sure you recall," he said.

"Wow, that's awesome, dude," Stan congratulated.

"Well if I'm going to own my own law firm one day I'm sure having a master's won't hurt," Kyle smirked. "I'm currently practicing, though. I am able to squeeze a few cases in around my class schedule," he added.

"Sounds like you've been pretty busy," Stan said. Inwardly he was thinking how much Kyle had changed. He seemed like a different person.

"Stan, there is a certain standard to which I aspire to live and I work my ass off to achieve it. In the end it all pays off. I mean, I drive a Mercedes for a reason," he responded.

"So I guess you haven't gotten married and had kids then, huh?" Stan laughed. "That's what I was thinking I was going to see here. All these people I graduated with that have kids or something," he admitted. Kyle had a sour expression on his face.

"Of course I'm not married," he laughed hollowly. "I don't have time to waste on marriage at this point in my life. I certainly wouldn't want to ruin my life with children at this point. Once I'm on top with my career then I will consider marriage. Don't get me wrong, I do have a girlfriend but she knows it would be stupid to get so serious when we are this young. She's going to be a doctor," Kyle said with pride. Stan was suddenly nervous. What would Kyle say when he found out that Stan actually did get married? "Enough about me," Kyle said with a wave of his hand. "What have you accomplished, Stan? Still in nowheresville Vermont?" he asked with a grin.

"Uh, yeah," Stan hesitated. He cleared his throat. "I finished college and I'm an accountant. I fell in love and got married. Now I just work and live the married life. No kids, we don't want any kids," he explained.

"Well that's nice," Kyle said with a nearly fake looking smile. "That's all you want to do in life, then?" he asked. Stan nodded.

"Yeah, I'm pretty happy. Sometimes Craig and I will go to a concert or go to a bar for a night out or something. As long as I have him, life's pretty good," Stan added.

"Craig?" Kyle asked in confusion. Stan blushed lightly.

"Craig is my husband," Stan answered softly. "Craig Tucker." Kyle's eyes widened and he actually took a step back in shock.

"Wha-? How?" the red head stammered. "You mean that emotionless asshole that hates us for the Peru incident that happened in fourth grade?" he demanded. "That Craig Tucker?" Stan nodded a confirmation.

"Well, he's forgiven me for that," the blue eyed man muttered.

"Oh my God," Kyle started. He looked completely flustered and mind blown. "I don't know which part to process first: the part about you being married to a man or the man you are married to," he said still in shock with a hand on his forehead. "So he actually has emotions?" Kyle asked. Stan giggled.

"Yes he does," Stan assured him. "I mean, yeah, he's an asshole but that's just his personality. I'm not bad talking him either. Literally, if you were to call him that to his face he would agree with you," the raven haired man explained.

"Hmm," the red head responded thoughtfully. "Well that's interesting." Stan just smiled politely and took another sip of his drink. "Congratulations on getting married, then," Kyle offered after a few more moments of silence.

"Thanks," Stan grinned. "So you aren't weirded out about me being gay?" he asked nervously. Kyle frowned at the finger food he had been examining cautiously and put it back on his plate.

"Of course it doesn't bother me," he announced. "I didn't really expect it from you but I guess I should've known based on your lack of interest in the opposite sex back in high school," he stated. Stan sighed and rolled his eyes playfully. Apparently he wasn't as far in the closet as he thought he had been when he was younger. Kyle grimaced. "Why in the world do they have to play these horrible songs that were popular back when we were seniors? Do they think this is nostalgic? Its migraine inducing is what it is," the young lawyer complained.

As the top hits from seven years ago filled the crowded gymnasium, Marjorine stood alone in the center of the room. She was trying to calm her nerves as she constantly scanned over the faces of her former classmates hoping to spot Kenny among them. He was originally supposed to go with her but the past few days he hasn't been home nor has Mr. Garrison seen him around town. Marjorine went ahead and attended the event in hopes that Kenny would eventually show up and see how gorgeous she looked. She tried to look her absolute best for tonight so that when Kenny did see her he wouldn't be able to resist her. She stood alone in the middle of the room wearing a sexy black dress that had a corset top and flowing skirt that reached her knees. True to her signature color, the corset lace on the front of her bodice was a vibrant pink as were her strappy heels. The corset provided a nice push up effect to her cleavage and her eyes had been done in smoky black makeup. Her long blonde hair fell in ringlets down her back. She looked absolutely stunning.

Marjorine nervously ran her manicured fingers over her name sticker on the front of her dress that read 'Hello, My Name Is Butters Stotch'. "Oh hamburgers, I hope he shows up tonight," she muttered to herself. She began making her way towards one of the tables to just sit and wait for Kenny. The blonde woman wasn't sure she would be able to handle this on her own; Kenny was supposed to be her moral support and he knew how important this was to her.

"Hey, I love your dress!" a female voice called out near where Marjorine stood. She looked around to find out if the compliment was meant for her or someone else. She made eye contact with another blonde woman who smiled at her. The woman was standing next to a raven haired female that seemed to be staring off into space. Marjorine cautiously approached the two females, making sure her nametag remained hidden by her hair. She hadn't talked to anyone yet tonight and was terrified of just jumping right into the whole 'I'm not really Butters anymore' conversation. It would have really been great to have Kenny with her right about then to hide behind.

Upon closer inspection, the two ladies in front of her turned out to be Bebe Stevens and Wendy Testaburger.

"Um, hi," Marjorine began shyly. Bebe grinned.

"Hey! I was just saying I love your dress! So hot," she stated. Marjorine smiled happily.

"Thanks!" she blushed. "You look great. I thought you couldn't get any prettier when we were in high school, but I guess I was wrong," she rambled while rubbing her knuckles together and rolling her eyes to the floor. Bebe laughed and Wendy finally snapped out of her thoughts and noticed the blushing blonde standing in front of her.

"Why thank you," Bebe smiled. "I actually moved to New York and became a model," she informed the other blonde woman.

"Gee that sure is amazing," Marjorine said in awe.

"What do you do?" Bebe asked curiously. The model was still unsure of who she was talking to but figured she would try to gather clues based on information she was told to figure out the young woman's identity.

"I work at Tweek Bros.," Marjorine told her quietly. Bebe looked surprised.

"So you-," the model tried to ask but was cut short.

"I never left South Park," Marjorine clarified meekly.

"Oh, wow. I guess that means you've been able to see the town change over the years," Bebe attempted to sound positive. She couldn't imagine staying in South Park this whole time.

"Yeah I suppose so," Marjorine admitted. "I go to the community college for culinary arts. I'm going to be graduating soon but I'm not really sure where I'm going to go with it. There's just," she took a deep breath, "there's just something here I can't bear to leave," she added quietly. Bebe gave her a look of sympathy. Wendy had been observed the entire conversation and was just as confused as her blonde friend when it came to figuring out who they were speaking with. Being in journalism, Wendy always went for the more direct approach when it came to getting information.

"I'm sorry, I don't quite remember your name," Wendy told the blonde politely. Bebe gave her an apologetic look as Marjorine began blushing furiously. Why couldn't Kenny be here with her? She inhaled and exhaled deeply.

"Um, my name is Marjorine, but in high school you knew me by-," she uncovered her nametag on the front of her dress. The two other women leaned forward slightly to read the sticker.

"Butters?" Wendy gasped. The dark haired woman studied Marjorine more closely for any sign of her being a man and came up with nothing.

"Oh this is fantastic!" Bebe cried clapping Marjorine on the shoulder. "Good for you! You are really beautiful," she congratulated.

"Th- thanks," Marjorine stammered in surprise. She noticed the two ladies in front of her divert their eyes to somewhere slightly behind her. Before she had time to turn around she felt someone's arm around her shoulders and suddenly Kenny was standing next to her.

"Hey Rini, sorry I'm late," the blonde man apologized with a nickname. Marjorine's eyes widened and she looked over at him.

"Kenny, your nose is bleeding," she hissed and grabbed a napkin off a nearby table to wipe away the blood that had streamed to his chin from his nose. Marjorine realized what his nosebleed probably meant and hoped Wendy and Bebe woudn't figure it out. She glanced at the other two women and saw the looks of concern on their faces. "Sorry, he gets these sometimes," she lied hoping they would believe it. They seemed to accept her excuse. Not knowing where else to put it, she stuffed the bloody napkin in her purse to hide the evidence. She looked at Kenny, who had that grin on his face that she loved, and finally noticed what he was wearing. He was told to dress nice for this occasion, however his ratty black zip up hoodie, ripped jeans, and dirty converse contradicted that. His hair looked like it hadn't been brushed in days and his eyes were pink rimmed and blood shot.

"Damn baby, you look hot!" Kenny exclaimed while blatantly ogling her chest. Her eyes widened in horror.

"Kenny, you're embarrassing me," she mumbled. Bebe got a devious look on her face.

"Are you two together?" she asked curiously. Marjorine turned her wide aquamarine eyes to Bebe.

"Um, well, not-," she stammered.

"Fuck no we aren't together!" Kenny cut in loudly. "She just feeds me sometimes and lets me use her shower and does my laundry. You know, shit like that," he explained. Suddenly he looked as though he thought of something important. "Damn you're awesome!" he shouted and picked her up spinning her around once before putting her back down.

"Kenny!" she yelped. A few people had started to look in their direction to see what the commotion was. Bebe and Wendy gave the pair a curious look. "People are staring, Kenny," she whispered fearfully.

"Aw fuck! What do they want? I don't have anything on me!" he asked frantically. Marjorine rubbed his arms to calm him down.

"They don't want anything from you, you're just being really loud," she assured.

"Oh, I didn't know they could hear me," he mused. Marjorine sighed. She gave Bebe and Wendy apologetic looks.

"So have you told them you have a dick yet?" Kenny asked her. Marjorine's face instantly became impossibly red with embarrassment.

"Kenny!" she shouted.

"What?" he asked. Wendy looked uncomfortable and Bebe concealed a giggle. Marjorine gave him a mortified look.

"Please don't reference my-," she cringed, "body parts when talking to people," she demanded Kenny put his hands up in defeat.

"Alright, alright," he relented. "Ugh, Jesus! Can we dance or something?" the blonde man groaned. "Like can we do that here? Can we dance? This thing is just way to slow paced," he complained. The drug addict let his eyes wander through the crowd for a moment until he spotted someone that caught his interest. "Oh! Meet up with you later Rini," he said excitedly before rushing after whoever he had seen. Before Marjorine had to come up with an excuse for her wanna-be boyfriend the ladies were joined by another young man.

"Wendy! Bebe!" the well dressed dark skinned man greeted. "It's me, Token," he introduced. Bebe squealed in delight and went to hug him as Wendy gave him a warm smile.

"How have you been, Token?" Wendy asked pleasantly.

"Well you certainly never lost your fashion sense!" Bebe observed. Token chuckled.

"I try," he joked while motioning to his designer suit. "I went to Harvard with Kyle Broflovski," the man told them happily. "My goal is to become the next Cochran."

"Wow that's impressive," Wendy commented. Bebe nodded.

"Who is this lovely lady?" Token asked while looking in Marjorine's direction. Bebe put her hands on the shy woman's shoulders to display her.

"This is the beautiful woman formerly known as Butters," the model beamed. Token frowned and gave Marjorine a look of distaste.

"Hello," he said tightly before turning his attention to Wendy. "Have you seen Craig or Clyde yet? I still haven't found them," he asked. Bebe looked confused, but Marjorine could tell that Token was one of the kinds of people that did not accept her.

"Um, he was at that table over there last I knew," the raven haired female answered.

"Thanks. Nice to see you guys," he waved before heading in the direction of the table Wendy had pointed out. Marjorine noticed that Token's cuff links were gold crosses.

"So we finally meet again," a deep voice said from behind where Craig was sitting. The grey eyed man turned around and Clyde lifted his head off the table from where he had been sulking.

"Oh shit, dude!" Craig said excitedly when he saw that Token stood behind him. Clyde got his dopey grin back on his face when he noticed who it was too. Craig stood up from his seat to shake Token's hand enthusiastically before motioning for his friend to sit down at the table with himself and Clyde.

"The whole gang is almost assembled!" Clyde stated excitedly. "How've you been, bro?" he asked Token. The black man laughed.

"I've been pretty good. What about you guys? What did I miss at this table meeting?" he inquired. Clyde sighed.

"Nothing really," the brunette responded. "We were just discussing my misery and Craig's amazing happiness," he told his friend.

Token quirked an eyebrow, "Well, that sounds like… fun?" he wondered. Craig nodded his head.

"Clyde's misery is always fun," the noirette stated. "So did you make it out of South Park?" he asked.

"Oh definitely!" Token nodded. "I moved to Massachusetts and went to Harvard. I'm a lawyer now and I aspire to become the top lawyer in the country," he told them.

"Aren't you fancy," Craig commented.

"That's amazing!" Clyde said in awe.

"So, who have you guys run into so far?" Token asked curiously. Craig shrugged.

"You two; that's all I've talked to so far. I think I saw Kenny McCormick run through here a few minutes ago," he stated.

"I've talked to Red, Christophe, and Wendy so far," Clyde said as he played with a napkin on the table.

"So you guys haven't seen Butters yet?" Token asked curiously. His two friends shook their heads indicating no they hadn't. "Apparently Butters is a woman now," Token informed them. Clyde got a serious look on his face and Craig looked at him with mild interest. Back when he and Stan first started dating they attended a gay pride rally together and they had seen several transgendered people there. He wasn't bothered by Butters now being a woman, in fact he was inwardly pleased with himself for suspecting him to be somewhere on the rainbow spectrum.

"Does he look hot as a woman?" Clyde asked after a few beats of silence.

"Honestly I thought he was a real woman at first," Token responded distastefully. Craig felt that there were a few things off about his old high school friend's sentence. Some of the words he used didn't sit well with him. The glint of something shiny caught his eye and he noticed Token's cross cuff links. "Why in the world would he want to do something so perverse to his body?" Token continued. "I mean, he does realize what he's done is permanent and once he's grown out of this phase he can't take it back, right?"

"Phase?" Clyde asked confused. Craig braced himself.

"He was born a man. God intended for him to be a man, marry a woman, and live a normal life. Now he's gone and created an abomination out of himself. It's just gross, men weren't meant to have breasts," Token ranted. Clyde snuck a glance over at Craig who had his jaw clenched shut and a vacant look in his eyes.

"You, uh, got involved in the church, huh?" Clyde asked nervously.

"Yes I did. As I got older I realized that there is only one way to live and that's with conservative, Republican, Christian beliefs," he said proudly. Clyde swallowed and looked back over at Craig.

"Well that's cool," Clyde answered in order to conceal the tense atmosphere.

"So what is this misery of yours?" Token asked his brown eyed friend. Clyde was glad Token had asked him a question first so that Craig could have a moment to calm down.

"Um, I moved to Miami to get the hell away from all this snow and I went to college for business management. I freaking love it down there, dude! There are so many hot girls! Anyways, turns out my dad wants me to move back to this crap town to take over the family shoe store," Clyde explained.

"Ah, that does suck," Token agreed. "So what are you going to do?" he asked.

"I have no fucking clue, dude. My dad waited until I got into town to drop this on me," Clyde lamented.

"Good luck, man," Token told him sympathetically. "How about you Craig? What's the amazing happiness you were discussing?" he smiled. Craig gave him a bored look.

"I ran away to Vermont after high school graduation and found my soul mate and got married," Craig summarized. "That's my amazing happiness. I don't know how I could live without this person. The interesting part is that we already knew each other from South Park but it wasn't until we met again in Vermont that we really got to know our true selves," he said while giving Token a challenging look.

"You knew each other from here but you both somehow ended up finding each other in a completely different state?" Token asked incredulously. "Sounds like you two were meant to be together," he said. Craig smirked.

"That's what I think, but I don't think you will agree with that statement once I tell you who it is," Craig said harshly.

"What?" Token asked in shock. "Why not?"

"Because it's Stan Marsh," Craig told him. Token gave him a look of disbelief for a moment then grinned.

"You're just messing with me aren't you? Come on, who is it really?" he asked playfully.

"I am married to Stan Marsh," Craig reiterated calmly. Token looked horrified and looked to Clyde for some sign of it actually being a joke. When he received no such confirmation he gave Craig a grim look.

"So you're a homosexual?" he asked seriously. Craig nodded an affirmative. "I'm afraid I'll never be able to look at you in the same way. What you are doing is wrong and goes against nature," the lawyer responded coolly.

"Does it look like I care?" Craig asked icily before standing from the table. "I'll meet up with you later, Clyde, I'm going to go look for Tweek," he told his tanned friend.

"Roger that," Clyde replied as his dark haired friend walked away.

Stan was on his way back to the gymnasium after a trip to the bathroom when he nearly ran into Wendy. "Sorry about that," he apologized to the woman in front of him.

"It's okay, don't worry about it," she replied while playing with the end of her ponytail.

"Well, I was just getting back," Stan told her as he moved to walk around her.

"Stan," Wendy said grabbing onto his sleeve to stop him.

"Yeah, what's up?" he asked. The raven haired woman stared at the floor playing with her hair for another moment.

"I just- I wanted to tell you that I'm actually disappointed you didn't come here single," she admitted. Stan was shocked. "I can't help but feel that I still have feelings for you and I guess I was hoping that we would both show up here and give it another shot," she said quietly.

"Wendy, I-," Stan began sympathetically.

"Are you sure we can't try one more time?" she asked with tears brimming in her eyes. Stan was taken aback by her boldness.

"I'm married now Wendy," he told her calmly. "I can't just do that. Besides, I'm gay. I'm not attracted to women," he said. Wendy's tears had spilled down her cheeks.

"I'll change, she begged. "It'll be different than last time."

"You would have to get a dick and lose the boobs for me to be attracted to you," Stan argued. "Even if you were a man I still wouldn't accept because I love Craig so much," he said softly.

"We could be great together!" Wendy pleaded.

"I'm sorry Wendy but Craig has my heart and I don't ever want it back because his fits so perfectly where mine used to be. I'm going to get back to the reunion now," he told her and left her crying in the hallway as he re-entered the gym.

Craig was chatting with Bebe and Marjorine when Stan wandered up next to him. "Hey Stan what are you doing?" he asked. Stan stared at his face for a moment before pulling him in for a passionate kiss. The kiss lasted for a solid minute before Stan pulled away slightly, resting his forehead against Craig's.

"I love you so much. I'm so glad I have you. I never want to be without you," Stan told him softly. The two blonde women were still able to hear what the former football player had said and exchanged gooey looks. Craig smiled.

"I love you too, babe," he replied and gave his husband another brief kiss. "Everything okay?" he asked with mild concern.

"Mmhmm," Stan breathed taking in Craig's scent. "Everything's fine. I'll tell you later. I just wanted to let you know how much you mean to me," he smiled. Craig pulled his head away from the other man.

"Is this a trick? Do you want something?" the grey eyed man questioned. Stan giggled and pecked Craig on the lips again.

"Maybe in the bedroom later," the shorter man whispered against his husband's lips. Craig's eyes widened slightly. "I just wanted to be loving toward you. Can't I do that?" he asked. Craig kissed his forehead.

"Yeah I guess you're allowed to do that," he replied with a sigh. "I just have to see if Tweek is here then I'll be ready to hang out with you the rest of the night," Craig told him.

"I still haven't seen Kenny," Stan responded. Marjorine felt a jolt of dread but figured Stan had a right to see his old best friend.

"Kenny's definitely here," she told Stan. "I'm just not sure where." The noirette gave her a smile.

"Thanks! I'll go look for him," he told her.

"Hey, babe?" Craig called to him. Stan turned towards him to see what he wanted. "Stay away from Token, okay?" the grey eyed man instructed. Stan gave him a curious look but accepted anyways.

The blue eyed former football player made his way throughout the gym occasionally stopping to chat with people here or there. Eventually he made his way to the back of the room which is where he found Kenny wildly dancing to "My Humps". Stan stood staring in amazement for a moment as he watched his old high school friend rotating his hips seductively swaying to the music with his eyes closed and his arms above his head. Clearly he had been dancing for awhile because a thin layer of sweat covered his face.

"Hey Kenny!" Stan finally said loudly to get the blonde man's attention. The dancing man's eyes snapped open and he immediately broke into a large grin when he spotted the dark haired man in front of him.

"Aw shit!" Kenny shouted excitedly while stumbling over in Stan's direction with his hand already raised for a bro hug. "Stan the man; how's it hangin'?" the blonde greeted. Stan noted Kenny's sloppy appearance and could feel how skinny he was during their brief hug. Something seemed a bit off about his old friend but he shrugged it off.

"Hey Kenny!" Stan repeated. "I'm doing pretty good, how about you?" he responded.

"I'm just livin' you know?" the druggie answered with a crooked smile. Kenny was radiating energy and there was an intensity about him that made Stan feel fatigued just thinking about trying to keep up with him. Out of the corner of his eye, the noirette noticed Marjorine lurking nearby as if she was keeping an eye on Kenny and monitoring his actions.

"So you've been over here dancing, huh?" Stan asked casually.

"Oh fuck yes!" Kenny answered loudly. "Like every song that comes on is my fucking jam!" he exclaimed. Stan laughed.

"Dude, I haven't even heard half of these songs since we were seniors," Stan told him. "So where are you living these days?" he asked as his conversation partner began swaying to the current song playing.

"Same place," Kenny answered. "I've got the house to myself now though so that's pretty sweet," he explained as he continued casually dancing.

"Oh your parents moved out or something?" Stan asked.

"Nah, they're in jail," Kenny said simply. "Kevin and Karen move out though," he added. Stan was only slightly surprised Kenny's parents had been arrested. "It's fucking hot in here, man," Kenny complained and began unzipping his black hoodie to remove it. Marjorine quickly made her way over towards where Kenny and Stan were talking. She could already tell the object of her affection was not wearing anything other than a wife beater under his hoodie and she knew that if he took it off it would reveal to everyone what Kenny had truly become. Right before Kenny disappeared in the days leading up to the reunion, he came to her house asking to use her shower again. When he emerged from her bathroom he was still shirtless and she was able to see all of his scars and track marks for the first time. The sight had terrified her but also made her frustrated that she couldn't keep him safe from himself.

By the time Marjorine finally reached the two men and grabbed the hoodie to begin putting it back on the skinny man Stan had already seen one of Kenny's exposed arms.

"What are you doing? Don't take your jacket off you'll end up accidentally leaving it here," Marjorine made up an excuse as she fretted over zipping the hoodie up. She turned to smile softly at Stan but could tell by the horrified look on his face that she had been too late. She gave the dark haired man a pleading look.

"He's such a sweet man, but he tends to have lapses in judgment sometimes. You know, like how he knows he's forgetful but is willing to risk taking his jacket off," she explained to Stan as she rested her hands on Kenny's chest. She hoped Stan understood the double meaning of what she had said. "He's my best friend," she added in a melancholy tone and Stan instantly pieced together the tragedy in front of him. Suddenly he felt that he should leave the two blondes alone so they could have a private conversation.

"It was nice seeing you Kenny. I think I'm going to go get some more punch," Stan said and excused himself.

"I'm not going to end up leaving my jacket here," Kenny complained to the woman in front of him. Marjorine could feel tears threatening to spill over with a sudden wave of emotion but she tried her best to blink them back in fear of ruining her makeup. She ran her hands up and down his chest before burying her face in the black fabric of his jacket.

"I know," she responded, muffled by the fabric.

"Why are you trying to make excuses for me, huh?" he asked irritably, taking a step back from her. Marjorine looked up at Kenny's face to see his angry scowl. "I can take care of myself you know," he said.

"I'm sorry," she whispered.

"You just don't want people to know about me, huh? Is that it? You're trying to cover for me? You don't want to be embarrassed about associating with me?" he demanded. Marjorine was frightened by this point. Kenny had never spoken to her like this before.

"No that's not it at all," she defended quietly. She looked at him directly in his light blue eyes. "I love you Kenny," she admitted to him. "I love you more than anything else." She couldn't stop the tears from falling down her face now even if she wanted to. "I have loved you for so long and I've waited for you," she sobbed. The shaken blonde woman could no longer censor her thoughts as everything came pouring out. "Kenny, I will do anything for you. I stayed in South Park after I got back on my feet because I couldn't stand the thought of leaving you. Even now, after I graduate, I don't know what to do with my degree because I don't want to leave you. When you ask for money I give it to you without a second of hesitation. When you need to use my shower or ask me to do your laundry I will always happily agree. I will cook every meal for you every day. If you were to kill someone and ask me to dispose of the body and lie for you, I would do that. If you were to abduct me and keep me prisoner in your basement I would be happy that I am near you. I will die for you. I will do anything for you. You are my god. I am so fucking in love with you!" Marjorine was begging Kenny to accept her love. Tears poured freely down her face and she had taken to clawing at the front of his hoodie. Kenny looked down at the mess of a woman in front of him. His eyes appeared glazed over and he remained silent and still for a few moments.

"Marjorine," he finally said. The sobbing woman lifted her teary aquamarine eyes to meet his light blue ones. "Stop it," he commanded. Her eyes widened as he pried her crying form off of his body.

"What?" she asked in disbelief.

"I'm never going to be with you," he told her bluntly. "I think you're really great and you're really hot and everything, but I won't stop using for you. All you're going to do is get hurt," he stated.

"But maybe you could go to rehab and get better!" she pleaded.

"No," he argued. "I don't want to get better. This is how I'm going to live this life. You don't need to waste your time on me because I'll end up breaking your heart," he said.

"Kenny, I just want to be with you," she sobbed.

"Do you wanna know where I was the past few days?" Kenny asked offhandedly. She gave him a questioning look. "I ran out of money so I hitched rides to Denver so I could fuck people for money. All I needed was four hundred dollars. Do you wanna know where a hundred of that is right now?" he asked. Marjorine continued staring at him in shock as he motioned to his body. "It's inside me right now. It went right up my nose," he told her in a numb manner. A small gasp escaped Marjorine's lips. "I'm gonna get out of here," he said coolly as he eyed the exit.

"Kenny," Marjorine choked out not wanted to believe what had just happened.

"Maybe in the next life," the drug addict told her quietly before leaving the reunion. The blonde woman remained frozen in place with her mind racing. Kenny was her entire world. Kenny had just rejected her. What was she to do now? With no hope of ever belonging to the dangerous yet beautiful blonde man how was she supposed to have the will to live? The soul crushing scream which echoed through her mind came out of her mouth as a small squeak followed by a new flood of tears. The distraught woman tore her way across the gym towards the bathroom where she could break down alone.

"Ah! Jesus! Why do people keep running through here?" Tweek shrieked in fright.

"Relax, Tweek," Nick told him calmly. The two men had been standing in one of the dark corners of the gym for nearly the entire night. Nick was bored out of his mind just standing there watching a bunch of people he didn't know have a good time, but he was only there to follow Tweek around and make sure he was okay.

"Have you seen your friends here yet?" the nurse asked curiously. The blonde patient nodded his head hesitantly. "Well why don't you go say something to them. Are you really just going to stand in a corner all night?" the taller man wondered. Tweek twitched nervously.

"If I go talk to them, you will be there and I don't know what to say. How do I explain you? Gah! I don't want to just say 'hey guys, I got locked in a loony bin and this guy is here to inject drugs into me if I freak out on anyone'." Nick considered this for a moment.

"Just say I'm your friend?" the nurse suggested with a shrug.

Tweek emitted a whining noise, "What guy just decides to bring another guy friend along to his high school reunion to meet all of his old friends?" Nick shrugged again.

"Alright, then say I'm your boyfriend, I dunno," the stronger man stated causing Tweek to nearly scream.

"I- I'm not g- gay!" the blonde stammered in defense as he flushed with embarrassment and lightly whacked the other man on the arm.

"Sorry!" Nick laughed. "I guess I should've worn a wig and a dress so we could say I'm your girlfriend. I don't think I'd make a very attractive woman though."

"I'm not- I'm not attracted to women either," Tweek said. "I don't have sexual feelings at all. I guess I'm asexual," he admitted.

"That's kinda interesting," Nick quirked his eyebrow at him.

"There's Craig," the blonde man pointed out. Suddenly he looked frightened. "You wouldn't let him take me if he's become a government agent, right?" he pleaded while latching onto Nick's arm.

"Don't worry, Tweek, there isn't a government agent out there that can get past me," he claimed while giving his patient a wink. Tweek struggled with a few more of his anxious tics before he finally stepped out of the shadows and began approaching Craig with Nick silently trailing behind him.

The blonde stood fidgeting nervously behind his old friend for a few moments before finally reaching forward and tapping the dark haired man on the shoulder. "Craig- GAH- er, hi!" he shouted awkwardly. Craig turned around to see Tweek looking like he was just told to shoot someone and a taller, muscular, man with jet black hair.

"Tweek! I've been looking for you, dude! I'm glad you're here. Have you seen the other guys yet?" Craig asked. Tweek shook his head violently.

"I- I've been too afraid to talk to anyone so I've just been hiding in a corner," the blonde admitted.

"Don't be scared, Tweek. You went to school with us, remember?" Craig comforted. Tweek's light green eyes shifted around the room as he trembled.

"I just don't know if anyone is working for them," he whispered in a frightened manner. His old high school friend gave him a confused look and Nick placed a hand on Tweek's shoulder as a warning. Craig noticed the contact and was intrigued.

"Who's your friend?" the grey eyed man asked as he extended his hand out towards the nurse. "Hi, I'm Craig Tucker," he greeted. The other man grasped his hand to shake it.

"I'm Nick Evans, um-," the nurse trailed off looking towards Tweek for his input on what to introduce himself as. The blonde looked at the floor while chewing on his lip.

"Nick is one of my nurses," Tweek said quietly. Craig remained silent. "I live at the- nngh- mental institution," he whispered. Craig was still able to catch what the skinny man in front of him had said and was stunned. He knew Tweek's mental state was pretty bad in high school but he never thought it would get so out of hand he would have to be committed. The dark haired man was quickly wracking his brain for what to say as a response. Should he ask what happened? No, that probably wouldn't be appropriate. Should he ask if the blonde likes it there? No, still not appropriate. If he waited too long to say something it would come off as awkward.

"I'm sorry to hear about that," is what he finally scrounged up as an answer. Tweek gave him a fragile smile.

"It's okay," the blonde assured, "I'll probably get to leave soon anyways because there's nothing wrong with me." Craig didn't miss the painful expression on Nick's face which implied that Tweek was being overly optimistic.

"That's great Tweek," Craig told him. The paranoid man smiled brighter and Nick gave Craig a grateful look for just playing along. The two friends continued catching up with each other until they heard a voice being amplified by a microphone coming from the head of the gym.

"If everyone could find a seat, m'kay, we just have a few announcements to make. Following the announcements we have a short slide show, m'kay," the voice stated. Craig turned his head in the direction of the voice to see Mr. Mackey standing near the projection screen.

"As if I didn't see enough of this guy while I was in school," Craig groaned. "Well I'm going to get back to Stan," the noirette told his mental patient friend. Tweek nodded in understanding.

"It was great seeing you again," the blonde chirped.

"Yeah, you too," Craig agreed. The lanky man made his way over to the table where Stan was seated with Bebe and Clyde. The grey eyed man placed a kiss on Stan's cheek as he sat down next to him. "Where'd Marjorine go?" he whispered to the other people at the table.

Bebe leaned closer towards him, "I heard her crying in the bathroom awhile ago. She seemed hysterical and was calling someone to come pick her up. She kept saying to whoever it was that they were right about Kenny and she'll listen to their advice next time. It sounded pretty bad. I hope she's okay." Craig and Stan both had concerned looks on their faces. Mr. Mackey returned to his place next to the projector holding a microphone.

"M'kay people we just wanted to thank you for coming out to the reunion this evening. It's great to see everyone back here together to catch up and everything, m'kay," the old counselor began shuffling through a few pieces of paper in his hands. "A couple of quick announcements that are applicable to your graduating class. After this next school year I will be retiring as school counselor," the aging man told the room, receiving a few "aww's" from some people. It was hard to imagine anyone else besides Mr. Mackey being the school counselor in South Park. "I'll have you know that in all my years of working in the South Park school system, m'kay, two students from this graduating class hold the record of being sent to me the most," he stated. "Those two students are Craig Tucker, with his inability to keep his middle finger down, and Eric Cartman, with his inability to act like a civil human being." The gym erupted into laughter and Craig rolled his eyes as he raised his middle finger in Mr. Mackey's direction with Stan giggling next to him.

"If Mr. Tucker is present tonight, I bet he probably just flipped me off too," Mr. Mackey speculated. Everyone at Craig's table burst into shouts of glee and Stan and Bebe yelled "he did!" in unison. This caused another round of laughter to echo throughout the gym. The old man chuckled to himself and waited for the gym full of people to simmer down.

"Alright moving on," he addressed once everyone had settled themselves. "We will be having another reunion in another seven years. Don't ask me why we picked such a random odd number that's just what we agreed with, m'kay?" Craig was certain he could faintly hear Tweek freaking out about it being an odd number. He even thought he heard something about how it should be eight instead because then at least it would be even and symmetrical. "Just look for the invitation in the mail much like how we did for this reunion," the old man explained. "Anyways, we have this slideshow for you guys that has been put together for this evening m'kay. The class officers of this year's graduating class volunteered to put this together using old yearbook pictures as well as some photos that never made it into the yearbook but were still stored in the archives of the yearbook room." He then cued the slideshow to begin and had a seat off to the side. Stan laced his fingers through Craig's and rested his head on the other man's shoulder as they watched the heart warmingly nostalgic pictures of themselves and everyone else play across the projection screen. Craig gave Stan's hand a squeeze and kissed the top of his head. Some people were moved to tears while others laughed at how goofy or awkward they were in their younger days.

A slight commotion was caused when the sudden noise of glass breaking and chairs scraping against the floor was accompanied by Tweek shouting, "They know everything! They can see everything! Gah! They're here!" Craig turned to see the outburst just in time to witness Nick wrestling with the petite blonde and then plunging a needle into his arm. In a matter of seconds Tweek went limp in the nurse's arms and was being carried out of the gym. Stan gave Craig a worried look.

"Tweek is in the mental institution. That guy was one of his nurses," Craig whispered to Stan so that he would understand. The blue eyed man gave his husband a sympathetic look. As the slide show of old pictures went on the two men couldn't help chuckling at a few images of their eighteen year old selves in silly poses. One of the pictures had Kyle pouring over a book in the library as the main focus but in the background a rather comical scene could easily be spotted. The two dark haired boys were seated at opposite ends of a library table to the left of the studious red head. Both Stan and Craig were giving each other hateful glares with their middle fingers raised. Everyone seated at the same table as the former enemies gave them joking glances and shared a chuckle or two with them.

Mr. Mackey resumed his post beside the projection screen once the slideshow had ended. "There's only a little bit of time left this evening, m'kay, so I'd like to thank you all again for coming out. South Park High school also hopes you will be able to join us again for the next reunion. Have a great night, m'kay," the old counselor announced in closing. Clyde turned in his seat to face Craig with a set look on his face.

"Well, I think I've decided," the tanned man stated.

"What?" Craig asked in confusion. Stan looked on at their conversation with mild interest.

"I have decided to take over the shoe store from my dad," Clyde elaborated.

"Are you sure about that?" Craig asked with a small amount of concern. The brunette nodded his head gravely.

"I just figured, you know, it would make him happy and I don't want him to die alone in the store," he explained. "Sometimes life just doesn't give you all the cards you want so you end up losing a lot of Pokémon battles."

"Excuse me?" Craig asked indifferently.

"You know how some people say you've got to deal the hand you've been given, like life gives you cards for a game? Well, in my mind, those cards are Pokémon cards," Clyde attempted to explain. Stan couldn't hold in a laugh and Craig gave his old friend a very deadly stare. "I'll find some way to have fun around this town," he shrugged. "Well, I've gotta get going," the ditzy man announced. "It was great seeing you guys again! Hopefully I'll see you next time."

"See you, Clyde," Stan said politely.

"Bye, man," Craig bid farewell as he shook Clyde's hand. "Are you about ready to head back to your parents' house?" he asked Stan.

"Yeah I guess so," the blue eyed man responded. "He's right though," Stan remarked as the two made their way to the exit. "If there's one thing I've gathered from this whole experience it's that life doesn't always turn out the way you wanted it to."

"Oh? And how exactly did your life turn out, Mr. Marsh-Tucker?" Craig asked in a playfully mocking tone.

"Hmm…," Stan pretended to think hard but couldn't stop the smile from spreading across his lips. The shorter man stopped walking once they reached the parking lot causing Craig to halt his footsteps as well. Stan turned to Craig and gave him a blank stare for a moment before cracking into a huge grin. "Better than I could have ever imagined," he beamed. A small smile worked its way onto Craig's lips as he rolled his eyes at his husband and leaned down to place a kiss on his forehead.

"Me too," the grey eyed man whispered and the two resumed their journey through the parking lot.