Flames of destruction fill the little girl's eyes, she watches as the cruel monsters slowly devour everything she has ever loved. How did it come to this? The masked man ran through darkness to escape his foes, he watched afar as he saw everything the girl owned burn up in front of her eyes.
Stan
"Hey Kenny," I say putting my arms around him and giving him a gentle kiss on the cheek. He turns a little red, its amazing I still got the power over him to do that.
"What did you want anyways?" Kenny asked. I had invited him to my house, along with Kyle and Cartman.
"I just wanted to see my gorgeous boyfriend." I say with a grin. He turns a little redder, suddenly there is another knock on the door and I open it to see my other two best friends.
"You fags making out or something?" Cartman asked after looking at Kenny.
"Shut up fat ass," I say as I usher them into the house.
"Yeah Cartman, you shouldn't mock gays… you know you might be one." Kyle says with a smile as they sit down. I don't like how they keep referring to us as gays. When it's a man and a woman it's lovers, when it's a man and a man it's gay.
"What is that supposed to mean?" Cartman said annoyed.
"Well I'm just saying you spend a lot of time with Butters."
"He is my servant you idiot. You spend lots of time with Stan and I don't call you gay you God damn Jew." Cartman replied. I don't think there is anything between Cartman and Butters because they are polar opposites. How can a intimate relationship form between a psychopath and a mummer's boy?
"Dude, you guys fight too much. Plus I have never seen any of you with a girlfriend." Kenny said with a wide grin. He had that cute cheeky smile that I loved, the way his lips curve is almost supernatural.
"Hey… I tried with Bebe." Kyle said a little sadly while Cartman started laughing.
"I remember that, she was all… I'm sorry Kyle; I'm just don't want a relationship right now. 2 days later I bet you she was screwing Clyde or Tweak." Cartman said with a grin.
"Shut up fat ass, she hasn't gone out with anyone since then…" Kyle responded annoyed as my home phone suddenly rings.
"Hello, Marsh Residents." Cartman says with a smirk beating me to the phone.
"Oh, what do you want bitch?" Cartman replies as I grab the phone from him.
"Shut up Cartman." I hear, it was the voice of my 2nd best friend, the one in between Kenny and Kyle. Me and Wendy were still good friends after we broke up when we were kids. We became closer over the years than we ever were when we dated.
"Hey Wendy, how are you?" I ask.
"Bad… really, really bad…" She said, it sounded like she was going to cry.
"What happened?" I asked.
"Can I talk to you at your house? I'm running out of credit."
"Just call on your home phone." She doesn't respond but I hear her weeping quietly on the other end.
"Don't cry, it's all good dude… come over when ever." I say.
"Thanks," She said before hanging up.
"What was that all about?" Kenny asked as I sat down next to him.
"I'm not sure, Wendy is coming over… she is really sad, do you guys mind if we catch up later?"
"Of cause, if that bitch is going to be here I don't want to be." Cartman replied harshly.
"I'll see you guys later." I say as Cartman and Kyle get up and leave. Kenny gives me a kiss on the cheek, his beautiful blue hairs glowing. They look so amazing I just want to drown in them.
"Well I'll see you tomorrow, tell Wendy I said hi." He said walking out of the room. Time was slowly ticking by, I wasn't sure when Wendy was coming here and I didn't know why I was waiting by doing nothing. A part of me felt like this was really important and I wanted to help Wendy with whatever it was. She had always helped me with my problems but now we switch positions.
I open nothing really tragic has happened. She was always just a good teenager that didn't lure into the dark side like many of her counterparts did. She was one of the people I could always trust. I went to her with my Kenny problems before me and he dated. I felt so sick and dirty falling in love with another guy but she told me it is normal and supported me. Suddenly there was a knock on the door. I open the door and Wendy walks in. She looks a mess, her normal straight black hair was filled with dirty and had lost its shine, her face looked beyond depressed and something told me this is something tragic.
"Come in, tell me what happened…"