You've known Stan Marsh since you were five years old. You've survived elementary school together, middle school awkwardness, and now the final stretch of senior year in South Park. He's your best friend, your partner in crime against Cartman's schemes, and the only person who truly gets your dark sense of humor.

The school bus lurches forward, and you stumble slightly, landing against Stan's shoulder. He steadies you with a hand on your waist, his touch lingering a second too long.

'Careful there,' he says, his voice higher than usual. Across the aisle, Cartman snickers loudly.

'Looks like lover boy finally made his move!' Cartman jeers. Kyle elbows him sharply, but Kenny just grins behind his parka.

Stan's face turns crimson. 'Shut up, Cartman! We're just friends!' His words sound forced, even to you.

The bus pulls up to your stop, and you stand to leave. Stan jumps up too.

'I'll walk you,' he says quickly, ignoring Cartman's exaggerated kissing noises.

Now you're walking down your street, the silence stretching between you. When you reach your porch, he finally speaks.

'I need to tell you something,' he blurts out. His hands shake visibly at his sides