STAN'S POV
My name's Stan Marsh. I'm 16 years old, and live in the quiet mountain town of South Park, somewhere deep in Colorado. It's the type of place where everybody knows everybody, and all the happy people will stop and say hello.
It was on one particular day, though, that my life changed. For the better or for the worse? Well, it depends on how you look at it, I suppose.
That day I was playing Football with my friends; Kyle, Kenny, and Cartman. We were all set up to play, as normal, when I felt a slight tap on my shoulder, interrupting the game. I straightened my back, turning around rigidly, wondering who would disturb our game. It was Wendy, my girlfriend.
Ahh, Wendy; she was, to me, the greastest thing since sliced bread. We had been dating now since third grade, and had never really "broken up". Well, not seriously, at least.
Wendy had black, raven hair that complemented her eyes greatly. Whenever I looked at her it felt as if I was melting—as if I was some witch that had just had water thrown upon me. Occasionally I still, embarrassingly, threw up at the sight of her. My stomach would clench, and get this tingly feeling, until my lunch was spewed across the grass.
I finally looked her in her eyes (Oh Jesus, THOSE EYES), and asked, "Hey Wendy, what's up?"
The rest of the guys seemed pissed that Wendy had interrupted our game. Cartman rolled his eyes, and said, "Yo skank, get off the field."
Wendy glared at him, seeming to decide in her mind that he wasn't worth her time, as she looked back up at me. "Stan, look…I have something to tell you."
The first thing that came to my mind was: Oh shit, that doesn't sound good. But I put on a shaky smile, looked back at the guys for a spurt of confidence, and turned back towards her. "Go ahead."
"I'm…I'm breaking up with you." The words felt like a stab to my heart, as I hadn't heard them in years. Suddenly my eyes wouldn't concentrate on one thing, and were flying around to look at different things, anything but those suddenly icy eyes. I had to bite my lip to avoid something coming up…throw up, most likely. I wanted to say something, but the words died in my throat. It sounded like even Wendy had a spur of emotion saying the words, as she had seemingly choked on them.
Finally, I whispered, "…Why?" I had thought our relationship was awesome, and had steadily grown better over time. How had I not realized something was…wrong?
"It's not you, it's me. I'm just kind of…bored…I found someone else."
Hell, it was bad enough she had the old 'it's not you, it's me' thing, but the blow of her finding someone else was the worst of all.
Cartman was the one who intervened, and practically saved me from sobbing right in front of my girl-…well, ex-girlfriend. He gave a short, high pitched laugh, and then shouted, in his obnoxiously loud voice, "Like Stan gives a crap, Wendy! Go away, you stupid girl, we're trying to play football nya (xD)!"
Wendy's mournful face didn't go away, even as she stormed off without another word. I stood there, baffled, unable to move any part of my body. It was like I was frozen in a block of ice.
Cartman got back into position, ready to continue, but Kyle and Kenny were already by my side, both looking at my face as though debating whether or not I was sad. Kyle said, "Stan…are you okay?"
I wasn't sure, my stomach was in knots and my hands were furled into fists. I wanted to punch something, to throw myself into a pit and die. Wendy had been my only girlfriend EVER, and it felt like death losing her…and to someone else. "No, dude…I don't know. I need to go home."
Kyle frowned, like he wanted to stay by my side, and help me through this. But we both knew there was nothing he could do about this…nothing at all.
I walked off without another word.