"Kyle, please put the book down." Just looking at Kyle's textbook made Stan feel sick. The numbers appeared to be swimming around the page, making them even less decipherable.

"I hate it, Stan. I hate it," said Kyle, glaring at the page, as if sheer force of will would magically solve the problem.

"Kyle, it's math. Everyone hates it."

"Optimisation. I. Don't. Fucking. Get it!"

"Kyle, no one gets it. Just skip to part B," begged Stan.

"No. I got this far. I will understand," declared Kyle, staring at the page, trying to understand it's very soul, sounding psychotic at this point.

"Kyle, dude, this is Hess's law all over again. Please leave it."

"I got to the bottom of that didn't I?"

"Yeah, after you lay on the ground crying for hours and then ranted about how you were going to build a time machine to go back in time and kill James Hess."

"Okay, I only lay on the ground for an hour and Hess deserves death. You agreed with me."

"Kyle, please, you've worked enough. Let's go play a video game."

"Stan, I've only worked four hours today! I've only been working for four hours the last two weeks! I'm getting nothing done!"

"Kyle, you said that last year."

"And what happened last year Stan!"

"You got straight As?"

"Chemistry wasn't an A plus!"

"Dude, I actually hate you."

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"Tweek, babe, please calm down," sighed Craig, as Tweek threw more scrumped paper violently at the wall.

"What does it all mean!"

"Tweek honey-"

"Don't honey me! Why doesn't anyone understand why it works! It's like some government conspiracy!" yelled Tweek, trying to pull out his hair, but Craig was stopping him.

"Tweek, it's differentiation. You don't need to understand it. Just learn the rules."

"But why Craig! Why does differentiating a curve give you the gradient of the curve at that point!"

"Tweek, babe, you don't need to understand. I'm sure it makes sense if you study it further, but we don't need to know that information. That's why we haven't been told it," repeated Craig for what seemed like the one thousandth time.

"Why are we taught things that we don't have to fully understand! When are we ever going to use this stuff in real life! I feel like my brain is rotting away with useless information!"

"Tweek, yes, we'll probably never use any of this stuff in real life. But it's just a way of teaching us to memorise things. Then, exams based on this stuff are a way to decide who gets into college."

"Oh God! Exams! They start in two weeks!"

"Tweek, babe, you're going to be fine. We're both going to be fine. We've been revising steadily."

"Really Craig?! Fine?! I saw I post on Pinterest the other day. It said no pen no notes, no notes no study, no study you fail, you fail no diploma, no diploma no work, no work no money, no money no food, no food you're skinny, you're skinny you're ugly, you're ugly you're alone, you're alone you get depression, if you get depression you get sick, and if you get sick you die! I forgot my pen yesterday! It's only a matter of time before I'm gone man. Gone!" Craig felt like he was ready for the sweet release of death.

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"I don't understand anything Stan!"

"Kyle, will you please just put the book down! You're going to do fine. You've managed all the past papers!"

"Barely! I'm going to fail the actual exam! How am I going to manage within the time limit! I can't even manage this stupid three-mark question!"

"You can go ask the teacher tomorrow!"

"What's the point! I'm doomed to failure!" said Kyle, resorting to lying on the floor.

"Kyle, you just need to have some faith in yourself. You're totally capable of doing awesome in these exams," said Stan gently, kneeling down next to the ginger.

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"Tweek, I'll buy you a new pen!"

"That won't work Craig! Once you put a plan in motion it doesn't stop!"

"Tweek, it's a stupid post that makes no sense!"

"It's. My. Future!" yelled Tweek, grabbing Craig's shoulder's.

"You're whole argument falls apart if you just buy a new pen! And ugly people don't die alone!"

"You can't prove any of that!"

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"Kyle, will you please just look at me?" asked Stan, still kneeling down next to Kyle, who was refusing to answer him, sniffling and sobbing at this point.

"No! I hate this Stan! I hate exams!" he said, tears streaming down his face. "I'm so fucking tired!"

"Kyle, Kyle, it's okay!" said Stan, hugging Kyle into him.

"No! It won't be! The whole school system is sick! Exams are labour Stan! Child. Labour."

"It's going to be okay Kyle. It's going to be okay," said Stan, desperately, hugging Kyle tighter. Kyle turned to look at Stan straight in the eyes.

"How?"

"Because, because-" Stan pressed his lips against Kyle's

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"Tweek, you're over reacting."

"Over reacting! I'm going to die alone!"

"No, Tweek, you're not."

"And how would you possibly know anything! Our entire relationship is fake!" Craig smashed his lips against Tweek's for a second or two, and then pulled away.

"Did that seem fake to you?"

"I... I-"

"Whether you are ugly or fat, rich or poor I will still be here Tweek Tweak."

"Craig," said the blonde with an adoring smile, before pulling him in for another kiss.

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"Dude..." said Kyle, when Stan had pulled away.

"Excuse me for just one second-" Stan dashed off to throw up in Kyle's toilet. He then quickly returned, cheeks red, and breath smelling like tic tacs.

"Dude, what was that?"

"It got you to shut up didn't it?" said Stan gingerly, scratching his neck.

"So, does this mean you like, me?" asked Kyle, a little red himself now.

"No, I kiss all my friends when they're pissing me off."

Kyle punched his shoulder. "Asshole."

Stan grinned. "Wanna go out on a date? It would be a good study break~" sang Stan.

"Stan, no, I really need to-" said Kyle reaching for his textbook, which Stan slammed shut.

"No, buts," he said, dragging Kyle out of the room. The ginger was trying to seem pissed off, but he was failing miserably.

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Hey guys~ Tweek and Kyle very much represent me. If you had no idea what they were talking about, be glad. Exams are coming. Help me!

I'm sorry, I don't understand the American system, so if anything sounded wrong to you guys, I apologise. I vaguely tried. I googled stuff, but then gave up, and decided to be really vague about the exams the boys are having. I'm a Brit, and we do things differently across the pond.

Anyways, this was originally just Stan and Kyle, but then Tweek had to be added. I mean, this one-shot is about freaking out. How could he not be there? Also, I'm now pretty convinced that Staig may become a thing just because Stan and Craig eventually give up.

Try not to get too stressed about exams if they're coming up. Stress won't make it any better. Just steadily work, and remember to breath (unfortunately, we don't all have awesome boyfriends to get us through the pain. We've got to take matters into our own hands). Also, if you're reading this when you're meant to be revising, get back to work! But make sure to read some of my other stuff as breaks~ leave a vote if you enjoyed, comment on what you'd like me to write next, and have an awesome day guys!