A/N: Hey guys, I'm finally not going to write something depressing! *shoots confetti into the air* Anyways, just this little thing, it'll be maybe 3 or so chapters. I realize that 1- don't have any solely Style fics and 2- South Park yuri is under represented. So hey, kill two birds with one stone. Enjoy.
The four of us share a secret.
It all began in middle school. Wendy and I were still going strong, strangely enough. We got along well. Her strong drive matched my cravings for direction. Just a week before the first school dance, Kyle got together with Bebe. Clyde cried because he got dumped, but I congratulated Kyle on finding someone. It was pretty great actually, because it meant we could all go to the dance together. Wendy and Bebe were super best friends in the same way that Kyle and I were, so it just made sense. The four of us just meshed so nicely together. And it was a relief to see Kyle relax and have fun without worrying about Cartman cracking a Jew jokes every thirty second. I guess that was the first time we realized our little group would be inseparable.
Sophomore. The "sopho" part means wise, and the "more" is supposed to sound like moron because sophomores are wise morons. I didn't know if that was true, but it's what our history teacher said. Teachers in South Park spew weird shit. Still, that was what sophomore year felt like. Wendy and I were still together, but something felt different. We still cared about each other but… she would cancel dates sometimes to hang out with Bebe instead and I would miss picking her up after school because I got caught up in something with Kyle. It never affected anything though. I was cool with it, she was cool with it. When all four of us came together, it was nearly bliss. Wendy would soften up, Bebe spoke he mind more than usual, and Kyle looked happier than I had ever seen him. I thought things would stay that way forever. Then, one night, Wendy and I went a little farther than usual. I reached to fiddle with the strap of her bra, but her hand pressed my chest, pushing me back. An ashamed blush covered her face.
"Stan, I…" she started, and I was worried I had pushed too far.
"Sorry Wendy, I promise I won't do anything unless you're ready," I said, scooting away to prove myself. She shook her head.
"It's not that Stan. I honestly wouldn't mind. We've dated almost as long as we've known each other," she said. I leaned forward a little, only to be stopped again. "It's just…" Wendy sighed, then looked me in the eyes. "If I tell you, will you promise to keep it a secret and not be mad?" Her eyes pleaded with me, and I nodded, figuring she was going to confess something like how it was her first time and she was understandably scared.
"I promise," I said. Wendy looked to see if I was genuine, then nodded but more to herself.
"Alright. You see Stan it's… this is really hard for me. I don't know what to do." She looked a bit scared, so I put a hand on her shoulder to calm her down.
"Thanks," Wendy smiled. "Stan I... I think I love someone else." I felt my heart shatter. It was almost as bad as the time she had briefly left me for Token. I struggled to swallow spit in a dry mouth.
"O-Oh," I managed.
"I'm sorry Stan. I really am," Wendy said, her eyebrows furrowed in guilt. "But I still care for you so, so much. I don't think I could live without you. The thing is, Stan, I don't think I like guys." My entire world did a complete 180 and the fragments of my heart shifted, unsure if they should repair themselves or remain broken.
"Wait, Wendy, you're a-"
"Yes, Stan, I think I am. Or bisexual, I'm not sure. But…" She looked close to tears. "I love my best friend Stan. I'm in love with Bebe. What am I supposed to do?"
"I know exactly how you feel," I heard myself say. Wendy and I both blinked in shock. Had I really just said that? I wanted to wonder what prompted it, deny it, but once the words passed my lips, more hidden ones flowed out. "I love him. I love Kyle. I've probably loved him since fourth grade or something. But I just never could say anything. I didn't want to ruin our friendship."
"Exactly!" Wendy nodded. "I want to tell her, but what if she hates me afterwards?"
"I'd never be able to stand it," we said simultaneously. I smiled sadly and brushed some hair out of Wendy's face. She burst into tears of relief, joy, or sadness and we spent the rest of our time together holding each other tightly, a new understanding binding us.