Stan couldn't believe it. He was really just witnessing a date. With Wendy. Without him.

He blinked a couple times, wondering if it was his imagination. It wasn't.

Well, shit.

Across the street, inside the local diner, was a certain ex-girlfriend of his along with one of his supposed friends. Wendy was with Token a mere weekend after they had broken up on Thursday for the sixty-third time. He'd kept count.

"Hey dude," Kyle greeted, catching up to his friend. He glanced up at him, noting something was wrong. "You seem kind of out of it."

Stan nodded slowly, watching as Wendy giggled, snuggling closer to Token. They were sharing a plate of nachos, piled high with cheese, sour cream, and salsa. He frowned. Last time he checked, she hated nachos.

"You okay?" Kyle asked, waving an impatient hand across his eyes. When Stan's eyes dropped to meet his, he grimaced. "C'mon, spit it out."

"She's with Token."

"Who, Bebe? Who cares who that slut is with!"

"No, Kyle, Wendy's with Token."

Kyle's brow rose in curiosity, following Stan's eyes to see the couple kissing. He made a face and turned back to Stan. "Ugh. It looks like he's eating her face!"

Stan shrugged. "Yeah, I guess. Looks like she likes it."

"She must like dating dogs to be slobbered on like that!"

"You calling me a dog?"

"Nah, dude, she hated you. You weren't dog enough for her."

"So... you're saying she likes the idea of bestiality?"

"Sure, sounds accurate," Kyle nodded, smirking. "After all, she's Team Jacob."

"What do werewolves have that I don't? Facial Hair?"

"Abs, probably. From the way the girls at school describe those guys, it's like they're Greek gods or something."

"Oh..." Stan said, scuffing his shoe on the sidewalk. "Since when did she read Twilight? I thought she was against all that girly stuff!"

"Obviously not, she's a fraud..." Kyle muttered, starting off toward their original destination, the theatre.

"How is she a fraud?"

"Dude, you want to date a girl who likes fairies when she told you she wasn't into them!"

"Fairies?"

Edward sparkles. He's obviously a fucking fairy."

"I thought you said she likes Jacob?"

"Red told me she can't decide."

"Since when do you talk to Red?"

"Aren't you full of questions today... You might as well ask me the meaning of life while you're at it!" Kyle joked. "Though I don't think I'll be very helpful in your quest to find your purpose."

"Right, I'll keep that in mind," Stan mumbled, eyes drifting back to the window. He felt a pang of jealousy, but was quickly pulled out of it by Kyle's hand tugging on his.

"Do you want to miss the movie because your ex is out being a lying whore?"

Stan gave him a small smile. "No way, dude!"

Yay, another drabble! After much coaxing from a friend, I decided to put this up... even though I should be working on an essay. But I was taking a break, since this story was actually written last week, and the essay if almost finished and due in two days... and I got essay-writer's block. Which sucks. Know why? Because it actually counts for marks.

Yeah.

Enough of my rambling, I hope you enjoyed this slice of South Park :) Can be Style if you want, but wasn't written that way!

Special thanks to my friend DaywalkerPistachio, who edited this for me :)