This is a random story that I just thought, is going to have 4 chapters, the first three with the POV's from Wendy, Stan and Kyle and an epilogue. But I'm also with a Creek fanfinc in progress, that is updated daily, so I don't know when the next chapter from this one will be posted. Maybe at Monday? That's it, I hope you enjoy it!

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Wendy Testaburger knew three things at that moment, as she standed in front of the Marsh residence, her hands on the pockets and a tense posture.

1-She was a good and smart 16 years old girl, who always did her best for her friends and family.

2-Because of that, she deserved someone that treated her nicely and gave her a lot of love.

3-Stan was not that someone.

It was not like the pale dark-haired boy mistreated her. He was polite and honest, and besides his crazy non-sensical adventures with his group, Stan was a pretty normal teenager boy. He took her home, held her hand and everything, but still.

Something was missing.

When she remembered the past, the question didn't bothered her a lot. They were kids after all, and having a relationship back then was almost like a game that was on sometimes, and not at another times, if you didn't count some few exceptions. But then, as the years passed, they seemed to be stuck at time, without making a lot of progress. That got pretty obvious to anybody that looked at their dynamics in comparison to other couples.

In a typical school lunch or hang out with their social circle, Stan would sit at her side, but his attention would be at everywhere, except fom her. He'd usually talk with Kyle about something that they were planning or thinking, or fight with Cartman, but she was off his focus until it was time to go home. It wasn't like she was wanting him to be staring at her all time, but still.

She saw how Token kindly held Nicole's hand under the table, how Craig's mood softened everytime he saw Tweek's smiling. It was completely different. Like they shine when they were together, like there was something that her and Stan never had. And that made her feel miserable.

There was also the physical contact question: Even thought Stan wasn't puking all over her every time they tried to kiss, it was like he was doing that mentally. Their kisses were brief, and yeah, again it was not like she felt hate or disgust on his reactions, it was like he was kissing a friend and knewing that this was wrong. She even thought about the chance of Stan being assexual, wich would be totally acceptable to her, but still.

Something was missing. A piece of that puzzle. And she was just too tired to search it. She deserved to be happy. With this thought fresh on mind, she knocked on the door, being invited to enter by Mr. Marsh.

"Hey Wendy, how are you?" He tried to hide the little pile of empty beer cans at the table.

"Is Stan home?" She asked politely.

"On his room. I gonna-hum throw the trash out, you can go talk with him." The elder man left as Wendy went through the stairs until finding the room with a closed door. She was about to open it, but suddenly stopped, as her ears captured a weird nose.

She pushed the door carefully, only enough to see inside. The windows were closed, but she could see Stan at his bed, laying down, his trademark hat and jacket thrown to the ground, as the boy groaned and sighed as low as he could. He was jerking off.

"Oh God." The words just escaped her lips, and Wendy quickly covered her mouth, blushing. She wasn't spying on purpouse, she was just so surprised with the vision of the usually so against anything sexual Stan Marsh doing something like that. Maybe they should talk about that. Maybe he just had a hard time expressing his feelings. Maybe... A single word, coming from the boy's mouth as he came all over his hand and bed shaked her away of that thoughts.

The missing piece of the puzzle. The answer.

Wendy closed the door, giving herself a second to breath, and going out the house, walking around the town until crashing on a random bench. Her heart was hurting, but not exactly broken, like she knew that all the time. But that was the case, right? The answer was under her nose every single day. Always at Stan's side, always taking from him a smile that she could never get.

She took her cellphone, typing a message that felt really late. Because the other three truths about her and Stan were there the whole time.

1-He could fool everyone, even herself, but deep inside the truth could not remain covered. He was in love with someone else.

2-She was tired of playing games.

3-She deserved a boyfriend that didn't spent his afternoons masturbating while thinking about his best friend.