A/N: I'm not planning to make this long, only like 2 more chapters..Reveiw if you want(:


I could faintly hear the light breathing beside me. My face was being tickled from the stray bits of black hair. I could smell the sweet coconut, drifting up into my nose from it, This of course, was no-one other than the love of my life: Wendy Testaburger. My childhood romance, those were the good ol' days.

She was like no other girl. Other girls were never satisfied, they could complain day in day out about the most stupidest things. The other girls couldn't bare my friends, they couldn't bare low budget dates and to be honest, I couldn't bare them not being Wendy.

Wendy is the best thing that had ever happened to me. She helped me and my friends understand who we were, she could solve any problem and didn't mind if I made some stupid, dorky mistake. Without her I'm empty. I should Probably start from the beginning.

We were 14, Still unsure of ourselves and our relationship. We were walking down a long and misty road, it was around 5:30, but due to winter, it caused the night to come quicker and the daytime light to shorten. With me, being the one with the less self confidence, turned my head away and held out my hand, which to my surprise, Wendy hastily grabbed. She took my hand and the other, until she was facing me. She took a deep breath.

"Stan, I don't know about you but, I think maybe we should break up." She said solidly.

WHAT?

My mouth dried up. No matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't speak. My eyes were welling up. You can call me a Pussie, I don't care. The worst part was the next day, heck the worst part was the next three years, she's only just started talking to me a few days ago, even then it was just random meaningless conversation. It was still a start.

This is going to sound crazy, but I think the only reason why she started talking to me was because she was jealous, yes you heard right, jealous. You know why? Right after we broke up, She seemed although she had gotten over me,(after all, she was the one who broke up with me) she had dated many boys and I think that the longest relationship she had was, probably not even a month. But just recently, I started going on regular dates with Red. Wendy had never been fond with her, even when I was going out with her. I mean, I guess that relationship did get kind of serious. I admit , I did like her, I did, but I didn't love her.

She would complain about the lack of gifts I got her, and how little time we spent together, but whatever, she was nice and those were the only things she did complain about. So anyway, me, Red and Wendy had been placed in the same math class this year, so I guess Wendy saw this as a chance of pissing off Red. I was sat two seats away from Red and I was facing the opposite side of Wendy. She would laugh hardly at shit that I would say that clearly wasn't funny and pass me notes with little hearts dotted around the page, You can call this immature but when Wendy seeks revenge, she is quite the perfectionist.

Me, however was stuck right in the middle of this little game. Because it was Wendy, every note she sent was treated as though it was sent from God and would instantly put I smile on my face, Red would then come up behind me and start kissing my neck or something, I don't know, I was usually in a world of my own when I was with Wendy.

Red, in the end couldn't take it anymore and broke up with me. I guess I did feel a little sad, but now I could flirt with Wendy without getting into trouble.

"Hey, Stan," She greeted the following day after our break-up. "Where's Red, You normally walk to class with her."

"Oh yeah, we kind of broke up yesterday."

"Oh really! Oh my gosh what happened!?" She gasped. I smiled at Wendy's sudden shock to the news.

"Wait, how come your smiling?" This of course grew the grin even wider.

"Stanley Marsh, How could you be smiling at a time like this!?" Her face grew closer to mine, so our faces were almost touching. "It's almost although you're glad that you broke up." My smile faded and my face leaned in closer to Wendy's when

"STAN, Come here a second!" I groaned at the sound of Kyle's voice. I trudged over to Kyle's desk.

"Yeah, what'd you want?" I asked in a why-did-you-ruin-my-chances-again tone.

"Well, you know how it's Butter's birthday soon?"

"Uh huh,"

"Well, me and the guys were thinking how funny it would be if we got Butter's drunk!"

I smiled "Go on with the plan."

"So we were thinking about having a party at your house,"

My smile, once again faded. "Wait, what. Why Can't we do it at your house?"

"Cos dumbass, my parents wont let out the house after 8:00pm, do you really think they'll let me have a party with alcohol?"

Ok, he does have a point there. I sigh. "Fine, but don't get him too wasted, I don't want to be the once moping up his vomit in the morning, whose coming anyway?"

Kyle stood still for a moment and tapped his fingers as each name passed " Uh, lets see, Me and you obviously, Kenny, Cartman seems to think he's coming to, Clyde, Bebe, Tweek, Craig, Jimmy and Butters obviously."

I played back the names in my head. "Sure, Ok,"

"Cool," Kyle said as he started walking away. He looked over and said over his shoulder, "Oh yeah, I think Wendy might be coming too."

My eyes widened in shock. Wendy hasn't been over my house in years. In fact she doesn't even know the party's round my house anyway. This could only end badly.

Boy was I right.

To be continued…