Wendy P.O.V

None of us suspected it. Ok that's a lie. No-one other than me and Stan, but I think that he sort of tried to not engage with what was going on. I mean everyone tries to deny it when your parents are on the edge of their relationship. Stanley's parents had been together since they were kids, just like me and Stan. He is very alike to his parents and was close to them, especially his Father. I wish there was something I could do to help him but nothing seems to work.

Just when I thought things were going really well

(Typical)

So me and Stanley are sort of stereotyped as the perfect couple.

(People are so judgemental)

We were the sort of couple that didn't make out every second of every hour,

(Of everyday)

Or talk about our sex life,

(no-one cares)

But the kind of couple who could live on a relationship without even talking to one another. Every relationship has its obstacles but this one I'm sill not sure about.

It started on Friday night, around 6:30pm my parents were out so I told Stanley he could come over for a couple hours. We decided to rent a movie, eat popcorn, have a quiet night in but Stan wasn't his usual self. Normally we would be sat on opposite sides of the couch but Stanley insisted on sitting with me we could "get warm"

(its not cold in here)

I nip to the bathroom to find that when I've come back, Stan is sat in the exact place I was sitting.

"Hey, I believe that I was sat there first" I say teasingly

"I know you were"

"Than why did you move there?" I question

"Look Wends its not the end of the world, you can sit here" He says gesturing to his lap. I giddily accept. He pulls me closer and kisses me on the forehead.

"See its not so bad is it" . I smile at him and turn my face back to the movie when he pulls my chin so I'm facing him again. He starts to kiss me again, but with a lot more passion this time. He cradles my face in his arms and strokes my hair back. Its not long before that we're now in my bedroom and I'm undoing Stanley's belt. He stares at me innocently and he whispers in my ear:

"Do you have protection?".

I take his hand and guide him over to my drawers and pull out a new pack. Shit. I hear a car reversing into the driveway.

(damnit)

Stanley strokes my face and says "I'm free tomorrow" I smirk at him, he knows that I'll be a dog to a bone to come and see him.

"Could I maybe come round yours" I ask in my sweetest voice whilst joining my hand with his.

"Sure but you know my parents are going to be home so we cant-"

"Yeah I know" I cut him off.

We don't talk about what we get up to.

(Never)

We decide to go out the backdoor so its less likely that my mother wont see us. Mission accomplished. As we walk to Stans house, I can ear his mother shouting, I notice that Stanley's gone slightly red.

"Sweetie, is everything ok?"

"Yeah everything is ok I guess, why?"

"No reason" I say.

I know that if I say something like because I can hear your parents arguing and we're not even by the front door, or your face has gone really red, then it will end up as an argument so I leave it.

We're on his doorstep when the door flings open and there stood an angry Randy Marsh. He doesn't even realise that he's just barged into Stan and just walks straight over to the nearest bar. We walk through to the kitchen where is mother is standing. I notice that she's smoking which is rather strange considering she was so against it when Randy did it in the house.

"Mom, me and Wen-"

"Look Stanley" she shouts. " I need some time alone right now so could you just piss off for a while"

"Mom, what the hell? Where the hell am I suppose to go?"

"Right now Stan, I couldn't care less just please leave me alone".

Stans face begins to fall. I have no idea what to do in these types of situations so I just look down at the floor and hope the something, anything would happen.

"C'mon Wendy, lets get out of here".

"Stan, you know that your welcome to stay round my house if you really want"

"Thanks I really appreciate it" he says with a half smile.

It only took a short time to reach my house but when we got to my house, I try to make him feel as welcome as possible, so I suggest that we head upstairs. I crash down forwards on my bed and he sits on my beanbag chair. I walk up behind him and lightly massage the top of his head. He let out a light groan as I do so but its helps his body relax.

"Wendy I'm starting to get kind of tired so if-"

"You can sleep in the spare room" I say not in a disrespectful way but in a gentle, whispering way.

"Thanks this means a lot to me" I lightly tighten my arms around his neck and kiss him goodnight. About 10 minutes after Stan left I fell asleep. I sart to wake up to the sound of light weeping. It was coming from the spare room. I quietly open to door and found Stan shivering. I get up onto the end of the bed and crawl towards Stanley. I cradle his face with my hands, just like he did earlier to me. I wiped the tears from his eyes and tried to tame himself from breaking down again in front of me.

" God, sorry Wendy I'm such a fucking Pussie"

"No Stanley you're not, you're going through a lot of pain right now and it hurts and its ok to let it. What your parents are doing to you. Its not right.

(ITS NOT RIGHT)

"Thanks Wendy, if it wasn't for you I would of killed myself by now" he sniffs.

My eyes widen. "What did you just say?"

"Well you and Kyle" He laughs.

His phone starts to vibrate. Its Randy.

To be continued,,,,,,,