A/N: First its Stan's perspective of the day. Although Stan will leave the others it won't be the last you've seen or heard from them in the story, as they'll pop up here and there where you don't expect and sometimes when you don't know! (until of course you've read their side of the story ;))

There'll be bits where you don't know why that's happening but don't worry if you follow everyone's story, all answers will be revealed!

WARNING: One off story created by MiniTav the likes of which has never been seen on FanFiction before. NO FLUFF!

Stan's day

The day started pretty normally. Stan was out with Carman, Kyle and Kenny on another moneymaking scheme, the one that works best with children their age, selling cookies door to door.

However they weren't being as successful as they'd hoped as they weren't getting many sales just violently shut doors, inches from their faces.

"This is pointless Cartman!" Kyle moaned as they walked away from yet another door that had slammed in their faces.

"We've not been out long enough Kahl!" Cartman said waddling angrily from the door. "Give it time!"

Once at the bottom of the garden Stan leant back against the garden fence of the house they had just been rejected from. Kenny and Kyle joined him rubbing their aching feet.

"Why are we even here this time you guys?" Kyle moaned.

"Yeah." Kenny agreed as a muffle through his coat.

Stan looked at their bored and tired faces and had to agree with them.

"To be honest, I don't know why we even go with him anymore he-" Stan started but was interrupted when Cartman turned to them with his finger to his mouth and shushed them.

The three looked at him with confusion but remained silent and followed his concentrated gaze until it landed on a young boy and his mother knocking on the door of the house next door to the one they were standing outside.

The boy was younger than them but only by a few years and he had a beaming smile and soft brown hair and his mother looked like the kind and gentle type that every son dreamed of and she was looking down at him with her hand on his back and a huge smile of pride on her face.

The four boys watched in anticipation as the house owner that had slammed the door in their faces answered to this young and sweet child and his darling mother. They couldn't hear what was said, or what they were laughing at, but they could tell that the house owner said "Aww" to the young boy after he stretched out his arms and held the box of cookies up. And then they noticed the house owner pass over a few dollars and take a couple of cookies from the child.

Stan, Kenny and Kyle joined Cartman in staring at the child with a dumbfounded and slightly angered expression.

"De fuck?" Cartman said barely moving his face.

"Dude, he just got a sale! What gives?" Stan agreed.

"What a piss take!" Kenny muffled.

The boys watched as the child beamed up at his mother and she placed the money handed to her into her purse. Then, as they began to walk back down the path, the mother took hold of her son's arm very carefully and the closed eyes on the boy, that the four thought were part of the animated beaming smile, remained permanently closed as he walked towards them.

Suddenly the observers felt a little guilty and they stopped staring. They kept their heads low as the child skipped merrily past them clutching onto his mother's hand tightly, both of them smiling.

"Poor kid." Kyle said softly as they watched the blind boy knock on the next door.

"Poor kid? Poor kid? Kahl did you see that wad of cash!" Cartman blurted and the others looked at him in disgust.

"Yeah poor kid! I can't imagine anything worse than being blind!" Kyle replied.

"Being poor and blind, but we know that's not the case with these dirty thieves."

The three stood with wide eyes and gaping jaws, looking at Cartman. Kyle was about to say something else when a shout from someone behind them interrupted him.

"Stan!"

They all turned around to see Wendy looking at him and beckoning him towards her.

"Wendy?" Stan shouted questioning her appearance.

"Can I talk to you a minute?"

Stan looked back at the guys who rolled their eyes. "It'll only take a minute." He said guiltily and walked towards Wendy.

"Stan no! You have to help with my plan! Stan!" He heard Cartman shout as he left the group.

Wendy looked down at her feet and then at him. She looked serious and she kept biting her lip. Stan thought she had probably come out to find him and it made him wonder what could be so urgent that she needs to see him now; come to think of it, he realized he hadn't actually seen her for a while and hadn't spoken to her for longer, which made his curiosity grow for what she might need him for.

"Hey Wendy."

Wendy looked at him for a long time just staring into his eyes and Stan grew confused and slightly uncomfortable.

"Wendy?" He questioned and as if the word was a trigger Wendy moved her head sharply away when he said it.

"Stan, do- do you still love me?" She said softly. Stan thought this was a very strange question to ask. If he didn't like her anymore surely she would be the first to know.

"Urm…yeah I guess?" Stan said unsure how to answer.

Wendy was still looking away from him. "Because I haven't seen you in a while." She said quietly and then slowly turned to him. "Its like you just don't want to see me."

Stan didn't say anything. He wanted to say, well you didn't make the effort either but somehow he didn't think that would help and before he could think of something helpful to say Wendy spoke again.

"Everything we ever do is with your friends and the fatass! I think if you really wanted to be with me you would like to do some of the things I want to do as well."

Stan suddenly felt very nervous and he wished he had never left the guys but Wendy looked at him in the way, which makes his stomach flutter and his heart pound.

"Like what?" He asked nervously.

"Like meeting my friends with me at the mall." She smiled and shuffled closer to him to give him the full effect of her persuading smile that she knows has an affect on him.

Stan looked at her uncomfortably and then back to his friends

"No! No Kahl!" Cartman was shouting something at Kyle and he and Kenny started waving their arms in the air dramatically.

He sighed heavily and then turned back to Wendy; looks like he didn't have a choice in this one.

"Alright." He said and she smiled and giggled happily before taking his arm and pulling him away from his friends.

Stan and Wendy stood in the mall outside a shop called "Girl Power." A favourite to the girls at his school and it summed up his feelings at that moment waiting for Wendy's backup.

Wendy stood constantly on her tiptoes looking around the faces in the crowd for any of her friends whilst he leant against the wall behind her.

His friends were probably having loads of fun without him; maybe they hadn't even noticed he had gone.

Stan was brought back to the harsh reality from his thoughts when Wendy let out a high pitched scream of delight as she saw Bebe turn the corner and Bebe returned the call with another high pitched scream.

Stan looked at them, standing up from the wall, and thought they looked like tropical birds greeting by flapping their wings as their hands were shaking by their sides before their arms flung open to hug each other; the whole time Wendy was lightly jumping up and down on the balls of her feet.

After hugging each other tightly Bebe took one glance at Stan and then turned away from him to wait for the others with Wendy but he saw her lean, not so subtly, over to Wendy and attempt to discreetly whisper something in her ear. Wendy just nodded back with a smile.

Stan watched them and then slumped back against the wall. He didn't know what to expect of this afternoon, but then again knowing what came next might make it harder to bear. All he knew was that this was going to be a long afternoon.

After a lot more tropical bird wing flapping, jumping and high pitched calling as all the girls, including Sally and a few other of Wendy's friends, arrived they were finally ready to move on to start their shopping spree. First they discussed where they were going to go.

"Ooh ooh how about glamour shoes!" One girl squealed excitedly.

Stan looked at them and swallowed hard before joining their little circle. As he did the girls looked at him sharply like he had stepped too far into their nest. Wendy was the only one who smiled at him and then turned to the girls.

"Hey girls, I brought Stan along with us this time I hope you don't mind?"

Oh they mind, look how much they mind! Jesus they could kill a guy with that stare. Stan thought.

"Ooh!" One girl smiled.

"We've never brought along a boy before!"

"This will be SO fun!"

Stan didn't like the sound of that but before he had anytime to think about it both his arms were grabbed by two separate girls and he was pulled away.

"We'll go to the video store first!" The girls spoke as they were marching him away.

"Yeah and get a DVD for the sleepover!"

Stan's eyes shot open and he turned to Wendy. "Sleepover?"

Wendy just shrugged. "It's what we always do." She said whilst smiling guiltily and all Stan could do was manage a weak smile back.

At the video store Stan's initial reaction was to walk to his left when they walked through the doors as that's where he, Kyle, Kenny and Cartman always go to get an action film. The girls however continued onwards until they reached an aisle a few aisles down labeled Chick Flicks/Romances.

Stan sighed heavily before following the girls in where they were all already looking on the shelves.

He just stood and watched and noticed they all seemed to be giggling at nothing all the time; they never do that at school, well not all the time. He realized he might learn a lot of dangerous things this day and it scared him a little.

The girls began to pick out their favourites and pass them amongst each other so they could all give their verdict. They would squeal excitedly when they picked one out and pass it to a friend who would frantically nod and pass it to the next one or they'd pick one out just to laugh at its cover.

As Stan watched them he noticed they were all looking at the covers and not even taking a glance at the backs where the storyline was. He hesitantly picked up a pink DVD case closest to him and dared to look at the front.

It was a picture of a beautifully dressed woman who was smiling at the camera. She had perfect hair, perfect skin and perfect make-up yet the title of the film was "The Hard Life" Behind her was a muscley looking jock man with thick floppy hair and a tight top around his chest that looked a few sizes too small; he was smiling at her smugly with his arms crossed.

Stan looked it up and down at put it back on the shelf hoping the girls wouldn't see it. Now he could see why the girls had no need to look at the back. He could sum up the whole film just with a quick glance at that picture, then again something told him that that wasn't the same reason the girls were doing it.

"Oh my gosh oh my gosh!" Sally suddenly cried making Stan and the other girls suddenly look to her.

"What? What is it?" Wendy smiled as she ran up to her with a beaming smile.

"Have you seen this guy?" Sally sighed weakly holding a DVD she had picked off the shelf.

Wendy looked down at the DVD and her eyes grew wide. She gasped in shock and placed her hand to her heart before heavily letting the air out whilst slumping weakly onto Sally like she had fainted.

The other girls saw this reaction and crowded around Sally and the DVD and copied the same sort of reaction by clutching their hearts and fanning themselves.

Stan stared at them with one corner of his upper lip raised and he blinked slowly.

"God dam it!" Came an unexpected cry from behind him that Stan recognized. His eyes shot wide open and, forgetting about the girls, he immediately turned to look behind him.

No one was there but he knew they were close so he was about to leave the aisle and look in the next one when Wendy called him back.

"Stan! Come and look at this one, what do you think?"

Stan stopped and looked down at his feet, his thoughts filled with utter dread. He looked up again at the short distance he could travel, the few steps he could take, to seeing someone he knew who could save him.

"Stan!" She called again.

Stan slowly and hesitantly turned back around with a fake smile on his face that was just about holding itself in place. He then slowly moved towards the collection of swooning faces and looked down at the DVD.

It looked pretty much the same as the one he picked up before: a perfect girl complaining about her not so perfect life and a smug looking handsome jock in the background.

He looked around him at the girls and their expecting faces and he realized his fake smile had dropped a little due to his disappointment and hatred for the film genre. So he quickly shot it up again and smiled at them all.

"Looks great!"

"Yay!" All the girls cheered and they all skipped towards the counter to pay for the film.

Whilst in the long queue Stan was beginning to get horrible thoughts of the up-coming night he was going to have to spend with the girls and this film. No boy has ever found out what happens at girl's sleepovers (apart from Butters but he can't really be classed as a boy) and now he was going to have to do it…solo.

Stan looked around him whilst the girls chatted about what they were all going to do next and he looked at all the posters of his favourite films with the flames and explosions and knives and bombs and whilst he was skimming along them all he noticed a small amateur poster with a young boy on it.

He thought he recognized the blonde haired boy and looked closer and harder at it through narrowed eyes to find he was right. It was Butters; only he had two eye patches covering both eyes. Above his picture, in bright red bold writing, it read: Help the blind boy and hear his story! Come and buy a cookie for charity only $1 at the North entrance!

Stan stood utterly bewildered, since when has Butters been blind? He wanted to get a closer look at the poster when the sound of Wendy's voice interrupted again.

"What is holding up this line? We have shopping to do!" She moaned.

"Yeah!" Another girl moaned.

"Hurry up!" Bebe called to the front and a few minutes later the line was finally moving again, much to Stan's disappointment.

After they left the film shop the girls decided they needed 'the little girl's room' so Stan stood and waited for them outside. Wendy said he could go on and meet them at the shoe shop for a certain time since they'd be doing their make-up but he figured a guy walking in that shop on their own would not portray the right message about him.

I could run now. He thought. I could run and by the time they came out-Wendy came out-I would be out of the mall.

As much as he wanted to he would probably regret it later so tried to distract those thoughts out of his mind by thinking about something else, only that something else just made him feel even worse for being there. He started to wonder what his friends were doing.

He took out his cell phone from his pocket and brought up the list of his contacts with Broflovski being one of the top shown.

"Stan?" Kyle's voice rang into his ear once he had dialed the number and it made him smile and relax, forgetting where he was for a few seconds.

"Kyle, hey."

"Stan, where did you go dude?"

Stan paused, he was about to answer Kyle's question when he looked down in his hand at the pink DVD the girls had all just rented and sighed.

"…My parents need me at home, chores and stuff."

There was a pause from Kyle that seemed to go on forever leaving Stan tense all over as he waited for a response, hoping his super best friend would believe him.

"Weak." He finally replied.

"Right? Where are you?" Stan said relieved.

"Oh you're not going to believe this Stan…" Kyle started however Stan lost interest.

Not because Kyle's story was boring but because most of his attention was drawn to something on the wall in front of him.

It was the same poster that he saw in the video store. Butters was there again with two eye patches covering both his eyes and the same writing as before about cookies for $1.

Stan's mind had been distracted earlier by the girl's insufferable screeching and jumping so he failed to make the connection between Butters being blind and the $1 cookie offer.

The connection he now had however gave Stan a horrifying thought that danced about in his mind. He tried to shake it off but when he looked to his right and saw a fairly large crowd gathering he found himself piecing things together that he wasn't sure he wanted to. He realized he was standing at the North entrance, where the poster said Butters was…blind Butters.

He turned and, half listening to Kyle, he started to walk slowly towards the crowd.

Lucky for him Kyle had only just finished talking about whatever it was he was talking about and was now waiting expectantly for a reply.

"So, Cartman's not with you?" Stan said with a tone of deep worry that Kyle picked up immediately.

"Cartman?" Kyle questioned confused.

"Stan!" Came an angry voice from the crowd and he turned sharply towards it to find the fatass marching his way towards him throwing his flabby arms around by his sides.

"Cartman?" Stan shouted shocked.

"Is that Cartman?" Kyle called down the phone.

"Stan, what the hell? Where did you go before?" Carman shouted down his other ear.

"Yeah dude, hang on." Stan said into his phone to Kyle and then turned back to

Cartman. "Cartman, what the hell is all this? Did I see a poster before for Butters being blind?"

"Alright Stan, let me lay something down here." Cartman said snatching his phone off him and hanging up.

"Hey!"

"Listen, I don't want to hear any of your hippie crap about this being immoral, cheating or wrong I'm doing it, you can't stop me." He said and smacked the phone back down into Stan's hand.

"Doing what? Have you-have you blinded Butters?" Stan cried.

"What? No! Butters is fine! Just don't tell anyone that, you got it?"

Stan looked at him with one eyebrow up and leant to see past him at the crowd of people and then back to Cartman's infuriated face.

"We clear?" Cartman asked again.

Stan remained looking at him with utter confusion but then looked down at his watch and his eyes shot open. "Whatever dude, I've got to go!"He said and turned with a face of panic and ran back.

A.N: Read on to find out what happens to Stan in the rest of his day!