Stan took a deep breath as he walked over to Wendy's locker. "Hey Wendy, can I talk to you after school?" Wendy was a bit shocked. Stan hasn't really talked to anyone since freshmen year, it was now the last day of their junior year. He started wearing dark clothes and eye liner, not to mention his gaged ears, snake bites, and his septum pierced. Now that he was actually talking to someone other than his normal group of friends she could tell that his tongue was also pierced.
"Of course Stan," Wendy smiled at him. Stan mumbled a thanks and went to his first period class for the last time that year.
At lunch Stan sat with Kenny, Kyle and Cartman. "Hey guys," Stan looked at the table. "I'm going to tell Wendy."
"Stan are you sure about this?" Kyle sounded worried. Stan looked up at his super best friend and nodded. "Stan you know if your not ready you don't have to tell anyone. Serously Stan, think it over more. We really don't want you getting hurt."
"Jesus Christ Jew," Cartman interrupted, "let the fag do what he wants. He can handle himself besides if anyone tries to hurt him then we'll just kick their ass. So will Jim." Stan smiled. If anyone has changed the most it would have to be Cartman. He wasn't fat anymore and he was a lot kinder to his friends now.
"Cartmans right. Espically about us having Stan's back. Besides Jim will be here next year. We all know she tends to be physco, mostly when someone hurts Stan," Kenny said. All four boys agreed about their friend.
The rest of the day seemed to drag on forever for Stan. He was nervous and scared, when he got into his last class he could have sworn he was going to have an anxiety attack. He hoped he would be able to tell her what he really needed to say. He was pulled from his thoughts by the final bell. It was finally time for his moment of truth.
Stan walked slowly over to Wendy's locker preying that the other girls decided to leave without Wendy. He looked up to see no such luck. Bebe and Red were standing by Wendy talking and giggling. "Uh, hey Wendy," Stan nervously greated the girl.
"Hey Stan," Wendy smiled, "what did you want to talk about?"
"Well, I was kind of hoping we could, you know, talk alone."
"Oh sure," Wendy looked at the girls, "I'll see you later." They both watched the girls walk out of the building. Wendy turned back to Stan. "So what did you need?"
Stan looked at her and took a deep breath. "Wendy I'm gay." Without another word Stan left the building and walked to his car. He couldn't hold back the smile that was forming on his face as he drove home so he could get ready for work.