Shello!

Disclaimer: I do not own 'South Park'. Just the plot!

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'You never see how it hurts me when you don't support me!' I scream, frustrated. He screams right back at me "You never shut up long enough for me to say anything!". Was it true? Had I been too caught up in sharing what I want the world to be like that I forgot about letting him have a say? No, I want what is best for all of us. All Stanley wants to do is play football and watch Terrence and Phillip. And with that I fire back a 'You don't get your head out of your ass long enough to know that the world does not revolve around football! People are dying in the world and your biggest concern is whether or not we have cheesy poofs whenever you come over!' And that's when an uncomfortable silence settles in. The only sound that can be heard are our heaving chests, all the shouting and screaming we have just done, will do that to you. "You know..." he starts after a quiet ten minutes goes by "...Just because your dad is dating again, doesn't mean you have to be a concided bitch about everything. God, Wendy, I am tired of being your punching bag. We are seventeen and we still haven't fucked! Even fatass is no longer a virgin but I am, all because I wanted you to do it when you felt comfortable enough." Oh dear God not this bullshit again! And just as I'm about to give him an even bigger piece of my mind, I realize something.

I can't live like this.

Always screaming.

Always fighting.

And something inside me snaps.

I don't want to lose Stan to such a stupid argument. Especially over one that started all because Bebe said that I wear the pants in the relationship.

So I've decided to let him 'win' the argument. "...Well? What do you have to say, Mrs-I'm-never-wrong-about-anything?" He snaps and I wake up from my stupor. I look up, into his blue eyes which are such an amazing shade of blue, a mixture of sky blue and maybe pale blue. And I study his features, his porcelain skin, his beautiful black hair, matted on to his forehead, held there by the sweat produced by his body like glue. And I truly realize, I love him.

I love him.

I love Stanley Randal Marsh.

I fucking love him.

And with that decided, I launch myself onto him and kiss him like there is no tomorrow. And during that kiss, I know that we will fight, and scream and want to murder one another, but our love for one another will always prevail.

1 Corinthian 13

'...Love never fails.'

Author's note: Hi there! I wrote this at 00:10 so if somethings are misspelled, just tell me.

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