A/N: A cute little drabble between Wendy and Stan, or, really, any two characters in South Park at all. Dahaha! I sometimes think that it's Craig and Stan, or Bebe and Wendy! It can be anyone you want it to.
Enjoy!
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"Do you know what it's like to be second best?" I asked dully, staring at the little kids playing kickball. You turned to me, surprised, and cocked your head curiously. I continued.
"To never be a 'main character,' to always be the 'secondary friend character' whose role amounts to nothing, in the end?" I stared down at my hands. My gloves should've kept out the winter's bite, but I was cold to the bone. "The 'secondary friend' is never happy, in the end. Did you notice?"
You turned back to the game, looking but not really seeing, and I kept going. I wanted to stop, but I couldn't. I really should stop, but why bother? It's nothing new to you, I'm sure.
"The 'secondary friend' can never live up to a 'main character's' example. They just have to hope that one day they'll be their own 'main character' in their own story- which almost never happens." I felt your hand on my shoulder, and I looked over, unsure of what you wanted.
"Did you ever consider that you're not just the 'secondary friend'?" You asked me quietly.
"No." My eyes widened at what you were implying, and my gaze returned to the kickball game.
"Well, you are. In my story, you're the most important character." I tensed up, and you grinned at me. I didn't even have to look to see that grin, you just gave off such an obvious 'smiling' vibe.
"…You really are an idiot." I muttered a minute later, when I felt your arm wrap around my shoulders.
"So you've said."