A/N: Alrighty folks, so I'm well aware that i have another story on the go, but i have been mulling over weather or not to write this story for about two years now, and seeing as there isn't another one like it (or if there is i haven't seen it. please say something if there is one, please do) I have decided to give it a go. If at times i seem insensitive to the people suffering from the illness seen in this story, please say something. Keep in mind that i have had this illness a couple years ago so in no way am i calling it down. :)

Anyway, thanks for reading my intro and enjoy the story. Please be honest in your reviews, it only makes the story better for you :)

Stan's POV

Stan stopped on her doorstep, hesitant, for a split second, on weather or not he should actually enter her house. It wasn't as though he didn't love her; he did, more then anything else in the world. It was just that, she had been unreasonably irritable lately. It seemed nothing Stan could do or say was good enough, despite the fact that he did the best he could, being a 13 year old boy, to make her happy. He had taken her out to a fairly fancy restaurant just a week before, and that was anything but a good time...

One week earlier

"So, what will it be for the two of you?" The waitress had a friendly smile on her face and a notepad in hand, waiting expectantly for their order. Although she was what Kenny would classify as "a hot babe" Stan barely gave her a second look.

"Wendy, babe, what will it be?" He asked his girl. "Don't be afraid to spend money!" He smiled at her with his teeth, for some reason, she looked incredibly anxious and on edge.

"Hmm, well, I'll have..." she took another glance down at her menu. "I'll have a diet coke, i guess. Make sure it's diet please! Then for food, the chicken salad, i suppose, but make sure the dressing is on the side..." Wendy's order was complete, to Stan's surprise.

"Alright, then," the waitress jotted this down and turned to Stan. "And you, sir?"

"Uh, just a burger and fries," he answered. It seemed a weird order next to Wendy's. "And um, a sprite to drink i guess."

"Certainly. Expect it in 10-15 minutes." With that, the waitress turned and went to go help the next table.

"Why such a small order, Wendy?" Stan asked. "I have forty bucks, and it's no problem if..."

"Its fine. Really!" Her eyes widened. "I'm not even all that hungry." She smiled when she said this, although Stan could have sworn he heard her stomach rumble...

Back to present

"Well, I'm just going to have man up and go in to see my girl!" Stan declared, before knocking on the door. Wendy's mother answered.

"I'm here to see Wendy, Mrs. Testaburger," Stan grinned at her.

"No problem, Stan." The mom went back to her seat on the sofa, where she had been watching an episode of "Super Nanny." Stan chuckled at this, for it brought up memories of when Cartman starred in the show as a bratty nine year old. He made his way upstairs, where Wendy's bedroom was located. He started to knock on her door, when he heard faint, almost incoherent, words coming from inside her room. Not intending to be a snoop, Stan tried to make out what she was saying.

..."Fat, I'm fat..." was all he could make out. Slowly, he opened her bedroom door and was shocked at what he saw...

End Note: Alrighty folks, for those of you who read through this first (and probably boring) chapter, i can't thank you enough. I hope you got some form of enjoyment from it, and if you did, please let me know. If not, please let me know! A review is always nice =)

*A man can tell a thousand lies, I've learned my lesson well, hope i live to tell the secret i have learned, till then, it will burn inside of me*