(He was a boy
She was a girl
Can I make it anymore obvious?
He was a goth.
And she did ballet.
What more can I say?)
Stan sighed as he gazed at Wendy, her perfect black hair failing into her face beautifully as she laughed. He loved her as he always had but she was as oblivious to his feeling as she always was. Maybe, just maybe he could try and show her how he felt. Maybe.
(He wanted her.
She'd never tell.
Secretly she wanted him as well.)
"Hay Wendy." Stan muttered. Wendy turned around and smiled brightly. He smiled back and she put a few things in and out of her locker as she chatted on and on about shopping and friends. "Wendy, I love you."
(And all of her friends
Stuck up their nose.
And they had a problem with his dark clothes.)
She quickly giggled and ran off, leaving Stan alone and confused. She ran throughout the halls and into the girls bathroom where she found Bebe Stevens. "Bebe, guess what? Stan Marsh love me!" Wendy laughed happily. The look of disdain was evident on Bebe's face. "What's wrong Bebe?"
(He was a emo boy she said see ya later boy.
He wasn't good enough for her.
She had a pretty face but her head was up in space.
She needed to come back down to earth.)
"You can't date Stan, Wendy. That would be social suicide. He's a total emo freak." Bebe said curtly, fixing her hair. "He would only drag you down." Bebe could see the hurt on Wendy's face and she gripped Wendy's shoulder. "Trust me Wendy, I know what's best for you and Stan Marsh isn't that."
(Five years from now she sits at home feeding the baby, she's all alone.
She turns on TV and guess who she sees.
Emo boy rocking up MTV.
She calls up her friends.
They already know
And they've all got tickets to see his show.
She tags along, stands in the crowd.
Looks up at the man that she turned down.)
(He was a emo boy she said see ya later boy.
He wasn't good enough for her.
Now he's a superstar
slamming on his guitar
to show pretty face what he's worth.)
Both Wendy and Bebe stood in awe at the sight of them: Stan Marsh in his own band. From the look of the crowd and awesome music he was singing out into the microphone and everything else. Stan Marsh had gotten…awesome and hot. Wendy's heart swelled with delight as the show ended and she quickly ran backstage to meet the man of her dreams.
(Sorry girl but you missed out.
Well tough luck that boy's mine now.
We are more than just good friends.
This is how the story ends.
Too bad that you couldn't see...see the man that boy could be.
There is more than meets the eye, I see the soul that is inside.)
Wendy opened the door and burst in giggling- to stop abruptly at the sight in front of her. Stan marsh sitting inhis chair with a long haired ginger boy sitting on his lap hungrily kissing. Both of them looked up and stared at her. "I'm sorry, do I know you?" Wendy teared up and shook her head no and ran back outside crying.
(He's just a boy, and I'm just a boy.
Can I make it anymore obvious?
We are in love.
Haven't you heard how we rock each other's world?)
Kyle sighed and got off of Stan and walked to the door, watching Wendy running down the hall crying. It was her own fault really for not realizing the perfection in Stan that she could have had years ago. Kyle had been lucky to notice it and had been lucky enough to notice it in him too. Well her lose was his gain. Stan gently placed his arm on Kyle's shoulder and frowned. "Who was that Kyle?"
(I met the emo boy I said see ya later boy.
I'll be backstage after the show.
I'll be at the studio singing the song he wrote about a girl he used to know
I met the emo boy I said see ya later boy.
I'll be backstage after the show.
I'll be at the studio singing the song he wrote about a girl he used to know)
"Just a girl you used to know, Stan." Kyle said quietly. "Just a girl you used to know." Kyle gently kissed Stan and led him back inside the room.