SP-Style-You Belong with me
Chapter 1
~Wendy is such a Bitch
It was very annoying listening to her nag. Stan this, Stan that. Stan, buy me this, Stan buy me that.
Ugh. And that person was, Wendy, of course. Who she was dating? Well Stan, for like the 13th breakup and regroup. And right now, I fucking hate Stan Marsh. He's the one that brought me along on his "date" with Wendy. He knows how much I hate her, but he kept on insisting that I come. So I did. And I regret it. That's why! I was slowly walking behind he couple, for all I am is a third wheel. I would sometimes get cautious looks from Stan, to see if I'm still keeping up.
"Kyle, don't linger behind!" He shouted out to me. Stan's arm was around Wendy's petite waist.
I rolled my eyes and continued my slow pace. I mean, I've walked around the mall already, like going for the third time around and I was starting to get tired. I would watch different people pass by me. Come and go, which I didn't know many. I wished hat Kenny was here, he would at least keep me entertained.
A sudden yawn emerged as I watched the two ahead of me. Wendy whispered something into Stan's ear, she glimpsed at me, back to Stan and laugh. I scrunched my eyes, they better not be making fun of, Wendy did a sudden stop and pointed out a discount that Victoria Secret was having.
"Come one Stan! They're having a discount!" She pulled Stan's dark blue sleeve. The other didn't budge.
"Uhm, Wendy. Don't you think that's a …. Bit too much for me?" Stan inquired at the store. I was just standing by, listening to their conversation.
The raven haired girl pouted out her lip, "Please Stan?" she did little circles against his chest, "Just come in with me?" I lifted my eyebrow at Stan. I'd be surprise if he happened to say no to her pouting. And to thus, he did.
"Wendy, that's a women's store. I'm a guy okay. Besides Kyle here," He glances at me, "Probably wants someone to talk to." I grimaced at him.
"Shut that fuck up dude." The girl narrowed her eyes at me in disgust.
"Fine, but you two stay out here, though." And she walked into the Victoria Store.
"Ah, dude, I actually thought you would go in and help Wendy chose out her-err- clothing." He rolled his eyes underneath his bangs.
"Very funny, Kyle, I don't go into girl stores." I preyed a smirk.
"Oh? And how do I not know that." I teased.
"Shut up you ass!" He clicked, punching me in the arm as I laughed. I looked through the glass, eyeing Wendy as she looks for undergarment.
"But dude, I totally don't understand why your dating her," Stan turned to me as I continued, "I mean, she's a total bitch and nags on everything!"
"Kyle watch what you're saying. She's my girlfriend, dude." Stan glowered at me. I glanced at him and went back to leaning against the wall. "At least I don't have to worry about you taking her from me." I chuckled.
"It's true; I just don't get what you see in her. And why you're dating her again." I folded my arms as he stuffed his into his pockets.
It took Stan a moment, "I don't know, really. I've always thought about moving on to someone else…" He took a quick peek at me, "But of course the person would probably just reject me." He broke through laughter.
I smiled, "So. Who would this person be, huh? Bebe, Red?" I guessed. But my guess was wrong. Totally wrong. He was pointing...at me...
I blinked once, twice, then cocked my head to one side, awe. Me?
"You." Stan said. Still pointing at me. A couple of people passed by us, not noticing what was going on. I started to flush and was actually going to believe it when Stan started to laugh hysterically.
"Hey! What the hell dude!" My fists started to clench. "That's not funny! You almost ha-"
"You don't actually, believe me, do you?" He said between laughs. "You're my friend, dude." He wiped at his eyes.
I snapped," your such an ass Stan." He stopped laughing slowly.
"Hey, what gives? Cant take a joke?"
"Dude, you don't actually know that I-"I suddenly stopped myself from continuing. I shaked my head, "never mind, "I mumbled.
Carrying bags with her, Wendy steps out the shop, "So what were you two walking about?" I answered before Stan did.
"Stan said that you might qualify for the cover of Crack Whore Magazine!" Wendy gasps as Stan's jaw dropped.
"S-Stan?"
Stan glared at me, "Dude!" I simply shrugged. I could feel Wendy's intense glare, she turned her back to us dropping her bags, rummaging. Stan nudged my arm, giving me a dirty look. When Wendy finished pulling something out, she called to her boyfriend.
'Hey, Stan. Isn't this sexy?" We both turned to her, she held up a two piece that had a purple flower pattern going across. She was holding the swimsuit close to her body, posing.
Stan grinned, "Yeah it does!" He walked over to the girl, pulling her into a tight hug, kissing each other. Giggling underones breath.
I turned away from the sight; it sickened me to the stomach. I hate it whenever Stan does anything with Wendy, his smiles he gives, those hugs, kisses. I bellowed a sigh; I really do love Stan…
"hey Kyle!" I left my thoughts, "Come on! We're going to the food court now." Stan waved his hand towards me, his other carrying Wendys crap. I got up from the wall and strolled over to them.
Hm. Stan, I just don't know how to tell you my feelings without breaking our friendship.
Wendy had begged Stan to buy the food, so he went to order at McDonalds, while Wendy and I sat at a table, across from each other.
"I really don't know why you came, kyle." She started to speak. The corner of my mouth twitched.
"Oh well, actually, I was invited by your boyfriend, Wendy." I retort. She glanced away then back to me.
"Tell me, why don't oyu have a girlfriend?"
"Because, Im not intreaster in none at the moment."
"uh-huh. Would you go for a blindate?"
"Hell no." The girl giggled and said nothing afterwords. I leaned back into my chair, cocking my head back, resting my eyes. After a couple of minutes, a platter of food hit against the table and Stan scoothing into the table.
"I go everyones order," He announced. I let a groan come through, to know that I heard. I then heard the hushed whispering between the two. A little argument, then make-up.
"Hey, Kyle," Stan spoke, I lifted myself up, resting my chin on my hands, propping my elbows on the table.
"Yeah?"
"Me and Wendy were talking," More like whispering, " And we wanted to go on a double date."
I groaned, glimpsed at the girl and back to Stan, "She begged you, didn't she?" A huff came from the girl.
"Well we wanted to bring you a blind-date."
"Hell no." I automatically said. Stan rolled hie eyes.
"Stop being so difficult to do with kyle, We're 17 and your going to need someone in your life you love."
"Hah! Me, difficult? Yeah right…" I played a smirk on to my face. Besides the person I love is sitting right next to me. I don't know how he would feel, were same sex and he has a bitch for a girlfriend. And I really don't see myself being with Stan. "Besides stan, even I was to go, wendy would only bring one her bitchy friends and make my life hell." Wendy gasped and Stan shot me a anger look.
"Dude! Whats up with you making these bitch ass comments about Wendy?!" Shit. Looks like I got him angered. I didn't want to say the next part, but my mouth moved on its own.
"It's the truth Stan, She is one." Wendy screeched up in her chair, her eyes pouring tears. Without saying a word, she stepped over to me and her hand connected to my face. Causing a loud smack sound. I winced from the pain as a red mark was forming on my cheek.
"You can fuck off Kyle!" Then she ran away. Stan glimpsed at me and called after Wendy. I put my hand to the mark, feeling the sensation go through me. That really fucking hurts too! I sighed , Im left alone with the platter of foodm getting cold. Their they go, probably making out again. I felt a sudden vibrate from my phone. I flipped it open and a text from Stan read:
' You need to stop being such a jackass to my girlfriend! You can walk your goddamn self home!'
I breathed in a sigh and exhaled. I didn't respond to the message, just deleted it. Jeez, I cant help but tell the truth. I stood up from the steel chair, strecching myself. Taking a fry, chewing on the cold. I guess Stan and I will only be Friends, If I don't ruin it,with my mouth. But I don't really see him breaking up with wendy one bit. My hear was starting to feel broken, love can be a difficult thing to go through. Like wondering in an unknown valley, trying to find your way out.
To be continued…