Ooookay... I'm currently stuck on chapter 2 of You Are My Friend... But I had an idea the other day, so let's see how this works out. I wanted to do a fic of South Park. StanXWendy, rated M just in case... I dunno how this is gonna end up, since this is all like... In the heat of the moment. That seems to happen to me a lot... Oh, and if you like it, REVIEW! I NEED those so I know people are reading! It's discouraging if I don't even know if there's a reason to write... :/

On a happier note, this fic takes place a few years later, so all the kids that you know and love are around 17-18 years old. This will have some language, obviously.

Ohh, right. That damned disclaimer.

I do not own South Park. Obviously. If I did, I wouldn't need to make up a story about it for a FAN fiction site, now would I? Don't sue me, Matt Stone and Trey Parker.

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Chapter 1: Familiar Faces

I walked through the halls of South Park High School. Really, it wasn't that different from the elementary school I had gone to. A little less crazy, but the world outside was just as fucked-up. We of South Park had to deal with a mechanical dinosaur version of Barbara Streisand, Mickey Mouse, hate crimes, being metrosexual, toilet seat laws, fighting Cthulu... And still, crazy stuff seemed to pop up all over the place that put all that to shame. Most recently, me and my friends had to deal with something that I probably should've seen coming, but didn't. My newest problem made itself known with a loud "Ahem." I looked up from the floor.

"Oh... Trent. You got out of Juvy again?" A growl escaped Trent Boyett's lips as he stared me down.

"Can it, Marsh. This is all your fault, you know. Just like the first two times." He stepped closer and glared at me. I stepped back a little, a little scared. this kid was bigger than me, and he definitely had no reservations about kicking my ass.

"U-Um... The first two times were us, yeah... But we had nothing to do with this time..."

He went in to juvy again, by the way, for beating the hell out of a cop. I swear, we had nothing to do with that fire that caused him to show up.

Snap back to reality. He punched a locker next to me, causing me to flinch. "I said can it!"

The bell suddenly rang, saving me from the threatening boy once again. Thank God. I booked to class, making sure to run as fast as I could so he didn't follow me. I nearly slammed the door, causing my class to look over at me. The normal teacher wasn't there, and we had a sub- Wait... The sub...

"Well, if it isn't young Stanley. Good to see you again." A small hand puppet was raised. "You can say that again, Ms. Garrison." Son of a... Did this homo EVER do anything but teach?

"M-Ms... G-Garrison?" I stared. I heard a giggle from the back of the class, and saw that red-haired chick mocking me with her friends. Hateful bitch. I still thank God that Wendy stopped being friends with her after the cutest boy list incident. I finally stopped staring at our new sub and took my seat next to fat-ass- I mean Cartman. Though, with our luck, he probably would end up teaching us permanently because our normal teacher died or some crap. Cartman looked at me with some difficulty, as he had gotten fatter.

"Hey, Stan. What the hell's your problem? We got Mr. Garrison back."

"That... Right there, that's my problem. I don't LIKE Mr... Ms. Garrison. He... Er... She freaks me out."

"Oh. Well, at least we won't have real homework now."

"Yeah, good point..." It was at this point that I saw someone else walk in. Someone I hadn't been expecting to show up. "Oh... Hey, Kenny. You're not skipping today?"

He shook his head silently. He didn't talk much anymore when we saw him, which wasn't that often. He had been pretty distant lately... Even Kyle didn't know where he was half the time. Come to think of it, I haven't seen Kyle as much as I used to. Ever since he got with Bebe, he'd been hanging out with her more...

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It was lunchtime now, and I had NO company. Kenny was sitting all by himself... Kyle was with Bebe... And Cartman was too busy bitching about something that he couldn't have. I just sort of tuned him out and ate my lunch, nodding and "Mhmm"-ing every so often. A sigh escaped my lips as thoughts of my ex came flooding back... Wendy and I had gotten into a fight over something stupid. So stupid, in fact, that I couldn't even remember what it was. All I knew was that she had said she never wanted to talk to me again... Oh, wait, I remember what it was.

~3 weeks ago~

I looked deep into Wendy's beautiful eyes as we broke our kiss. I had her over at my house- one of the first times- so we could hang out and watch some movies. She smiled at me, that gorgeous smile she always got on her face after we kissed. I gently brushed her hair away from her face and rested my hands on her back. Recently, we had begun to go a little further when we were alone... The very thought makes me tingle.

Her hands slowly ran up my chest and mine followed suit up the back of her t-shirt. She let out a small moan and shivered in enjoyment, which caused me to smile. She truly is the most adorable girl I've ever known. Too bad my dumbass dad had to walk in at that moment.

"Oh, Stan, you shouldn't be doing that on the couch."

"D-Dad? Not again!"

"N-No, Mr. Marsh, it's not like that...! We were... U-Um... I gotta go!" Wendy stood up and grabbed her coat before bolting out my door.

I glared at him for a second and ran after her. "Wendy, wait!"

"No, Stan, I'm tired of this! Every time I'm there he walks in! Every time! It's like he's trying to keep us apart! If your parents have such a problem with us just being us, then I can't be with you! I have needs, you know!"

"W-Wendy, don't... Don't go...! Next time, we can-"

"Enough, Stan. I'm going to find someone who can love me in EVERY way because obviously you can't."

I dropped to my knees as she left, tears forming in my eyes. She was gone because we couldn't get physical. I couldn't believe it.

~End of Flashback~

"Stan...? Stan!" I looked up.

"Huh? W-Wha...?" I saw Kyle and Bebe standing there. "Oh... Hey, Kyle. Hey, Bebe."

Bebe waved. "Hi. Stan, I talked to Wendy about you looking all depressed..."

"And...?"

"She... She wants to try again."

I shot up onto my feet. "What?"

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Mm'kay... I'm not really sure what to put here. Review, please. Seriously. I don't want to have to send Mecha Streisand after you all.

Peace out, yo!

~DarkLordK~