Perfectly Imperfect

4th grade sure was a hustle for Wendy Testaburger. She found it stressful, with her gay teacher, Cartman, and everything else. However, one thing never left her mind. It kept buzzing in her amazingly intelligent brain; Stan Mash. He had been her boyfriend for a full year now. They were too happy to notice any flaws. They were perfect.

Eight years later, in the 12th grade, a massive betrayal struck Wendy's mind. He had been cheating on her for three months – with no one but Rebecca Cottswolds. Wendy, with her broken heart, tried to deny her feelings for Stan, although, she couldn't, she kept coming back for more.

What will happen between the two former lovebirds? Well you sure won't find out reading the Before part. Find out what happens between the two, when drama, comedy, and relationships occurs in this new and fresh story – Perfectly Imperfect.

(Wendy's POV)

Hi, my name is Wendy Testaburger, in case you didn't know. Well, Stan has simply ripped my heart so sheds. It seems as if we've been doing perfectly fine, you know. We were an unstoppable pair. Sadly, Stan left me for a skank named Rebecca Cottswolds. Rebecca has been home schooled her whole life, but she kisses Kyle once and she turns into a slut. I guess you can say it's her parents fault but, whatever. He still cheated on me. It just… doesn't make any since. Why would he just leave me? We've been together for 9 fucking years, nine! But I guess he can do whatever he wants, being the quarterback and all.

Stan has a blue hat with a red poof ball and rim. His hair has grown, so you can see it reaching out his hat… I love his hair. His hair is like gloss, so perfect and smooth- AH! Forget about the hair. Where was I? Oh yes, he has a brown jacket with a red rim and gloves. He also dresses himself with jeans as blue as the sea. Ok, I have to stop thinking about him; I'm going to poison myself with the thought. Let's talk about me. I have long black hair. IT flows down my back down to my legs. My pink beret hides my roots. I have a purple jacket and a yellow skirt. If you ask me, I am damn sexy.

My best friend, Bebe, has tried to comfort me for the past week. She is always telling me how Stan doesn't matter, but he does. He was my everything for 9 years! Oh, Bebe is a definite blond. Her hair bounces with her every step, mostly because it's curly – really curly. It bounces with such movement it's like, really distracting. She has a red coat similar to Cartman's coat.

Who is Cartman? Cartman is only the devil in the flesh. Trust me, if you thought you know evil, you know nothing compared to Cartman. Darkness is filling his soul with revenge and sorrow at this very moment. Why sorrow? He didn't know who his father was for the first 10 years of his life. It is a long story, really. You see, this kid named Jack Tennorman didn't give him his $16.11 back, so he killed his mother and father, put them in chili, and fed them to Scott. True story! Worse, Scott's father was actually Cartman's father. However, killing him wasn't what got him angry; it was the fact that he was half ginger. Do you believe me when I say that he is evil now?

Okay, back to Bebe. Bebe comforts me through the toughest times, and this surly was one of the toughest times. I sat down at a crummy lunch table at lunch this afternoon. Bebe and our other friends followed. Bebe kept asking why I cared about him so much. She didn't get it. She didn't get that I am tied in chains on the inside. Like a girl, wanting to scream as loud as possible, yet couldn't. "Come on, Wendy!" She said, hopefully, "He wasn't that important!"

I boiled on the inside. I attempted a smile and said, "He was, Bebe. He was my boyfriend for 9 years and you're saying he wasn't that important,"

"Well, if you think about it, now you have a window of opportunity! And don't fuck up your window," She said, in the most cheerful voice she could come up with right now.

"I guess you're right. I mean, Stan was just one person, right?" I said. But on the inside, I wanted to be his girlfriend forever. I know that makes me sound like a stalker but I really like him. "You know what?" I said with confident, "You are right. I need to get over that cheating slob and get someone new. I need someone who gets me even more than he ever did!"

"That's the spirit, girl!" Bebe said, this time with a real smile, built upon her face.

The real question now was; who do I keep my eye on now? Eh, it might be too soon to choose, maybe I'll just wait until I am completely over Stan. This may take a while, but anything to get my mind off him. He didn't deserve my attention, in face I should forget his ugly shit name! Stan is an attention whore. Well he's not getting any attention from me!

I got home and instantly called my friends. It's become a habit; go home, and call. We some times only get a three way conversation, Bebe, Red and I, but sometimes we call up Heidi, or Jenny or something. Well, I called them and Bebe was already on the line with Red. "Hey girls," I said, as an attempt to be happy.

"Hi Wendy!" Red said in a soft voice, "I wasn't in school yesterday or today because I had the stomach flu, I just heard on Friday. Are you okay?" Ok, Red was talking fast. She must want the best for me. Either that or she's just seeing if Stan's single.

"Yep, it's true. That sucks, he's super popular too," I said, acting like the popular girls jokingly. "I wonder if my status would go down." They both chuckled quietly.

"Seriously girl, if you need us, we are here for you! Nine years, that's a long time, longer than most relationships, I can tell you that," Bebe teased, saying that just so she could piss me off,

I paused for a moment to make sure she got my message. I sighed, looked up and said, "Ok, seriously, not cool,"

Bebe laughed a mid-evil, mid-joke laugh, "Haha! I was just kidding! You know I'm going to joke with you for the re4st of my life, right?"

"Ugh!" I moaned, "Please don't!"

"Yeah, she just got done with a massive break up with Stan, the hottest most popular guy in school, who had been with her for 9 years!" Red laughed, while trying to say.

"Ok, you know what?" I said, gloomy, "I'm leaving now. You guys are just making things worse for me!"

"Ok! Ok! We're so-" Is what I heard Bebe say, just before I hung up. God, were they trying to ruin me from the inside out? They were probably going to say that to me for all of tomorrow! I just could not let this happen; they would ruin me! They found this whole break-up a joke, when in reality; it was the very thing turning me insane. Honestly, couldn't they move past jokes for once and actually see my pain? Sorry for getting all dramatic, but I just couldn't take it anymore. I had to forget Stan. I just had to. Mostly because if I didn't, I'd go back to liking him, and we all know how that ended up last time…

(Stan's POV)

Oh, uh, hello, my name is Stan Marsh. Now don't go calling me a dirty bitch just because I left Wendy, nope. There was a reason! We just simply grew apart. Don't make me remind you that she broke up with me in 4th grade, I mean seriously, It felt like it took 7 years to get back together! (Do you get it? LOL!) It's not my fault that Wendy is meh and Rebecca is hot! The last time you saw Rebecca, she had extremely poofy hair, it has toned down intensely. It looks good. Like, really good.

I was sitting at my usual lunch table, Kyle sitting next to me and Butters sitting next to him. IT was almost impossible to ignore the fighting between Kyle and Cartman, that was took place every single day. It started with Cartman calling a Jew then Kyle calling him a fat-ass, and we can all agree that he is – being the fattest kid in America – outrageously obese. All of my friends (This includes Butters, Kenny, Kyle. Cartman, Tweek, and all those unhelpful bitches) didn't give a flying shit about my break-up. I guess it was because:

1. I didn't talk about it.

2. No one cared

3. I didn't care.

I know, I know, stop yelling, and close your mouth. But I have a new girlfriend, who is hot as hell, and I know that 9 years is a ling time, but that was just a stage. Kyle doesn't think it was a phase, he thinks that "we belong together" and "You deserve her!" Ugh, sometimes I think that Kyle is a fag, with all his girly statements about relationships and crap. Meh, I doesn't really matter. Nothing does. I mean, come on, I think I can do better than she can. I might have gotten meaner over these 9 years, but personality's change. Wendy's personality stayed the same, and our relationship was getting boring. I don't want to sound bitchy, but it was. I only speak the truth. Ok, maybe I wasn't speaking the exact truth to Wendy about Rebecca, but it's not like she's going to call the cops or anything. People cheat on each other every day, or something.

Anyways, I was sitting at the lunch table, just minding my own business, like usual. Kyle and Cartman fighting, Craig, Tweek and Clyde talking about random shit, Butters attempting to tie his shoe, Token and Jimmy practicing jokes, and finally, me. Poor old me just sitting alone, with no one to talk too. I normally would have Wendy to talk to, but she wont even look at me without crying. I would have Rebecca to talk to, but she's home schooled, I never get to even see her, with the exception of Weekends and after school on Wednesdays & Fridays. Those are the only days I don't have football practice, because here at South Park High, football is some serious shit.

Nevertheless, yes, I was sitting all alone. I wondered if I could join Craig, Clyde and Tweek's conversation about absolutely nothing. I turned to the boring, the cry baby, and the spazz, attempted to smile, with Wendy on my mind, and the words flew out of my mouth, "Hey, what are we talking about?"

"Ringtones, why they're always so boring," Craig said, emotionless.

"Have you ever noticed that they're so boring?" Tweek said, shaking like fuck.

"They are pretty boring," I added. Then we all started a nice conversation about ringtones. We started talking about drums, then why Kenny is always being arrested. It was a long conversation, long enough to last us the lunch period. Once the ball rang, we all rushed to our lockers. I went to my locker, one of those two story lockers, and enter the combination, carefully, so I don't screw up and have to do it over again. Sadly, it was 6*, math. I grabbed my binder and my math textbook and ran to my math class, and guess who was teaching? That's right! Mr. Garrison! He was out 6th grade teacher, too. IT seems as if the South Park County was just trying to screw us over by making us have Mr. Garrison as our teacher, always. When the bell rang, Mr. Garrison started on his lesson. "Ok children, We're going to start with math, who can tell me the answer to this problem?"

Up on the bored was 6th grade math, literally, but Cartman, Kenny, Kyle and I never paid attention anyways. The whole class was passing notes, and I mean the whole class. A few were being passed to me saying things like, Football practice after school. And I heard you're single now! ;) And, your blue hat makes you look like a retard. Yes, those are actual notes passed to me, but I don't care. I've gotten worse. Well, by then there were only 7 minutes left in class, because it was a shortened period, and Mr. Garrison was still talking, "… And that's how you tell Shaq O'Neil that he's a faggot. Oh! Only 6 more minutes of class! Pack up your things and get the fuck out!"

We all packed out binders and 'got the fuck out' as Mr. Garrison told us too. The bell rang, and school was out. Luckily, it was Friday, so I could see my girl, Rebecca. I couldn't wait to see her. As always, she was outside, in nothing but a tiny sweater vest and short, short mini jeans. "Girl, what are you doing in those clothes? It's 5 degrees out here!"

"Anything to give you pleasure, Stanny-Wanny!" She said, in a high pitched voice.

"Damn it, you just know me so well!" I said, while chuckling in mid-sentence.

"Come on, let's go home and put something 'warm' on!" She said, in that sarcastic tone she always seemed to wear.

"Serious? Ok," I said, while kissing her on the cheek, then stepping inside of my red, newly polished car.

As Stan walked away with Rebecca, Wendy watched behind as he kissed her. Even a slight peck on the cheek made her furious with jealousy. She was slowly progressing to get over Stan, very, very slowly. What will happen in this next chapter? There will be more drama, more lust and more romance as the fight between Stan and Wendy continues.

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