Wendy Testaburger fiercely bit into her sloppy burger and glared at her ex boyfriend from across the bowling alley.
"Now Wendy, come on. Today was supposed to be a fun day, remember?" Bebe placed her hand on Wendy's dainty shoulder. "You don't look like your having fun." She whispered in her ear.
"Hmmph!" Wendy mumbled angrily as she took another bite of her hamburger. Of course she wasn't having any fun! Her life currently sucked- Her grades were slipping, her cat, Ms. Kitty, just died, and she had just discovered that her perfect, gorgeous boyfriend, Stan Marsh, captain of the football team, is GAY! GAY! Wendy took another bite out of her burger, silently pretending she was biting the head of Kyle Brofslovski; Stan's new…interest.
"Look Wendy, you've got to get over him! It's totally killing MY buzz!" Bebe placed her long, manicured hands on her hips and raised a flawless eyebrow. Bebe was perfect- long blonde frizzy hair, curvy body, green eyes and an AMAZING dresser- why couldn't Wendy be more like Bebe? Bebe never gets dumped. EVER.
"Blech!" Wendy stuck out her tongue and opened her mouth, full of food.
"Gross Wendy!"
Wendy returned her attention to Stan and Kyle, bowling in a faraway lane. She began to watch beautiful Stan…he was laughing, and his eyes crinkled at its corners, like they always did. His pin straight black hair was swishing back and forth as he elbowed Kyle, pointing to Kyle's ball in the gutter. Wendy missed his adorable laugh…
Kyle's red hair fell into soft, contrasting ringlets around his chiseled face as he chuckled back and shoved Stan back softly. Wendy twitched in a pang of jealousy…
Then Stan said something funny, and his eyes lit up, like they always did when he cracked a cheesy joke. Wendy missed his stupid cheesy jokes. A lot more than she should…
Then they leaned in for a quick but passionate kiss, and Stan took hold of Kyle's long fingers. Why did he never kiss me like that? Wendy sighed. They seemed so…happy…Wendy had to look away, disgusted.
"Wendy! HELLO!" Bebe's fingers snapping in Wendy's face got her out over her dream like trance.
"Huh?"
Bebe groaned in exasperation. "Goddamnit Testaburger!"
Wendy sighed and shook her head. "I'm sorry Bebe, but I just want to go home."
Bebe threw her arms up and sighed. "Can we at least finish our game!"
"Fine." Wendy crammed her mouth with hamburger.
Bebe picked up a ball and aimed. A perfect strike. People in the lanes next to her congratulated her, including Token and Craig, who were total suck ups to Bebe because they though she was hot. That's why Wendy broke up with Token: All he could talk about were Bebe's boobs. But not Stan…Stan never talked about Bebe…but he did talk about Kyle…
Wendy stood up and dragged her way to pick up the bowling ball from the machine that recycled balls. She hurled it carelessly into the gutter, not even trying. Token and Craig booed her.
"Awe shut up you fucking arseholes!" Wendy screamed. "Bowling ball in the gutter, life in the gutter, I could care less!" She muttered to herself.
Bebe, flushed from excitement of her previous strike, ran up to Wendy. "God Wendy, your bowling is really of tonight!"
"No shit!" Wendy snarled, annoyed that Bebe still wanted to bowl even though she knew Wendy wasn't up to it.
Bebe looked stunned for a second, then her eyes grew harsh. "I'm only trying to help you get your mind of Stan, bitch! It's not my fault you can't satisfy him!" She practically screamed. Over in the next lane, Craig and Token went, "ooohhhhhh!"
Wendy's heart stung with her best friends' words. But Kyle can, she thought. Tears brimmed her eyes. What's wrong with me? Why doesn't Stan like me?
Bebe, seeing Wendy's pain, calmed down and sympathized. "Ohmygod, Wendy. I so did not mean that." She pulled her in for a hug.
"I know you didn't Bebe. I'm sorry for snapping at you. I know your trying to help. It's just I need time to think. It's only been a week."
Bebe nodded, understanding. "What happened to you? You used to be so…tough."
"I know."
"What are you going to do about it?"
"I don't know Bebe. I need a miracle."
