I've never written Stendy but there's a first for everything ^_^

Requested by: Zaya1011

Word: Rainbow

Pairing: Stendy (Stan/Wendy)

Rating: T (For the extreme fluffiness that will soon devour you in its fluffy world)

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Starks Pond; it held a different meaning to everyone that lived in South Park. It was mostly just seen in a normal person's pair of eyes this almost magical thing full of happy wildlife and crystalline water but in some other jerk's standpoint it was just seem like another useless body of filled shit with unnecessary quaking birds that constantly tried to steal food from somebody's picnic.

The latter statement was what Stan Marsh USED think about the quaint little landmark. During his little "cynical asshole" phase he saw everything as literal shit everywhere, from the sun to the person standing right next to him. He hated everything and him -being the person that always spoke his mind, always expressed his feelings to everyone about how there was nothing in the world that didn't slightly resemble something that looked or sounded like fecal matter. People put up with it for as long as they could but...too much of something could be too much even for the most patient minded person. It was a well-known fact,

No one liked a cynical asshole.

This also included his only best friend, Kyle Broflovski. He never processed the thought of losing his best friend because of something so painfully simple like a sudden change in different points of view of the world; he thought they would be together through thick and thin just like they always were. But life's a bitch and that just made the world just seem as shittier than it could ever be. He would never be able to see anything the way he used too anymore. The snacks he used to like now turned bitter in his mouth, the movies he grew up loving just seem plotless and repetitive, and the music he listened to that never failed to bring a smile on his lips now made him gasp in horror on how utterly horrible it sounded. Heck, even colors seemed to fade into the persistent brown that just covered everything he saw. Even after it rains he couldn't see the one thing that he used to love seeing: rainbows. Yeah as gay as it sound Stan Marsh loved rainbows, I mean who didn't? They were a constant reminder that after all the bad stuff is gone and the world brightens up, rainbow will always be there no matter what. And rainbows never gave up on you. They were just awesome things.

It was amazing how something as so minimal as a spectrum of light appearing in the sky when the sun shines on droplets of moisture in the Earth's atmosphere taking the form of a multicolored arc took a huge toll on someone's mood, but it does happen. Everyone smiles when they see a rainbow; all high and mighty in the sky shining down like the pope on ecstasy. He just wished he could've appreciated it before he got diagnosed.

So yeah there he was again at Stark's Pond and it was drizzling, but he continued to try ignoring all the shit life was throwing at him and went along marinating in his own pity just like he always spent the rest of his evenings. No one could ever make him smile ever again, not as long as he had this "shit goggles" on.

"Ahem."

His eyes widened; annoyed that some piece of shit was probably hovering over him standing by his bench.

God, just go away!, he though sourly before forcing himself to look up and meet the next piece of shit that was next on the list of shitty people. But instead of meeting the brown matter he usually saw, his eyes saw the color purple.

"Wendy?" he deadpanned. "What are you doing here?" The said girl smiled meekly as she took of her gloves and shoved them in her pocket.

"Mind if I sit down, Stan?" her octave, sing-songy voice asked. He paused before weakly nodding her back a response.

"Sure, I'm not going to stop you." She thanked him mutely before taking her place next to him on the bench, her legs barely meeting the ground underneath her.

"Look I'm not going to beat around the bush. We're both mature people and I know just sugar-coating everything would just me sputtering bullshit so I'll get to it." She spoke so surely and confident, strong with a firm voice. Stan almost smiled. "I know you're going through a hard time right now. First your diagnosed a cynical asshole, then you lose all your friends, and worst of all your parents are getting a divorce."

"Gee thanks for reminding me. I almost forgot how horrible my lif-" She shushed him with a manicured finger.

"Please let me finish." He nearly looked crossed eyed as he tried to stare at her finger in front of his nose.

"Whatever." He deadpanned once again. She brought her hand back and smoothed out her skirt.

"I just wanted to remind you that not everything will be exactly as you see it." Here voice got even more serious, if that was even possible. "Your friends still love you and care for you very deeply, Stan whether you believe it or not." He scoffed. "I wouldn't be here if they didn't and you know it. Please, we know you can get through this. You've been through worse than this. Where's that boy that saved baby cows from being murdered? Where's the boy that demanded his money back from Mel Gibson after seeing The Passion? Where's the boy who stood up for what he believed in no matter what got in his way!" he stared back at her, blue eyes meeting brown.

"HE'S GONE, WENDY!" he bite back. "HE'S GONE JUST LIKE HIS DAD! HE'S GONE JUST LIKE HIS YOUTH! HIS GONE JUST LIKE HIS BEST FRIENDS! HE'S GONE, WENDY! GONE, GONE, GONE! GONE TO SHIT! JUST GONE!" his voice started to break and his eyes stung. Admitting that all out loud just hurt too much and he could practically feel the burn in his heart trying to reminisce it all. Wendy clasped his now shivering hands in her own soft ones, gently rubbing his palm with her thumb. He wanted to cry, he wanted to scream, but no one would care. No one ever cared in South Park.

"I care, Stan." At first he thought she had read his mind until he realized he just spoke the last parts out loud. "I've always care about you. No matter what I will be the friend you need even if you think I'm shit or a bitch." She smiled sincerely and continued to massage his hand comfortably. "And even if the old Stan is gone we still love you." Her voice lowered. "I...still love you."

He gasped and as Wendy neared his face he felt that old nauseated feeling he hadn't felt in a long while. He retched, all over her purple sweater and she let out a mild screech.

"Sorry." She was nothing but smiles.

"That's okay! I don't mind!" she stretched out her sweater and looked at the barf art that Stan had decorated her sweater with. "Stan...do you remember back when we used to try and see what food you ate based on your puke?" Stan raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah why?" she looked intently at her sweater, scrunching her eyebrows as if she was desperately trying to figure something out.

"I'm guessing you had chili cheese fries..." she laughed out weakly. Stan stared at the sweater.

"Yeah...it looks better coming out than it did coming in I'll tell you that." Wendy busted out into giggles and Stan couldn't help but to smile back. The feeling felt a bit foreign to his face once it happened but he didn't care. He was able to smile and he hadn't done that since God knows when! He let out a laugh of his own and finally took notice that it had stopped drizzling. Wendy took noticed at this as well.

"Hey," she breathed out a gasp "Look!" she pointed her finger in the direction where clouds over casted Stark's Pond like fluffy cotton candy clouds. Stan rubbed his eyes because he just couldn't believe the sight before him. There stood in all its glory a single rainbow, glowing behind the pink clouds. And it was just as beautiful as he remembered.

"Wow." He gasped. "It's...awesome." Wendy's hand touched Stan's as she stared with happiness swelling in her heart. Stan was smiling and hadn't said the word shit for more than ten seconds!

"Yeah." She whispered. "It's pretty awesome." Stan stared at Wendy and smiled again; loving the feeling so much he couldn't get enough of it. He felt like smiling for the rest of his life!

"Yep." He tightened his hold on Wendy's hand. "Pretty awesome."

And he had found not only one beautiful rainbow today.

He found two.

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Bwaha feel the fluff seep into your skin 8D

I seriously looked up what rainbows were made out of for this one-shot 8) I feel awesome

Next up is Kari The Robot Bunny's request for a Pip x Wendy x Stan love triangle :D can't wait