Wendy was still mad over the fight she had had with Stan.
Okay, it had been three days ago, so she should have been over it; and it had been over such a little thing, it really shouldn't have turned into such a big deal. But what might have been something little somehow turned into a huge screaming fight with the entire playground watching, and even now when she thought about it her hands balled into fists at her side.
But the anger aside...oh man, did she wish this fight was over. Three days without talking to him was turning into a slow, painful torture.
She sighed, opening her locker. Then she jumped back, blinking. "What the...?"
She reached inside to pull out a huge arrangement of pink-and-white flowers that had been crammed into the small space with her books and other things. She gaped at them. "Where did these come from?" she wondered. "And what's this?"
'This' turned out to be a note attached to the front of the wreath; setting the flowers down, she opened it up and read:
Dear Wendy,
Meet me after school by the bleechers.
Signed,
Your Secret Admirer
Wendy stared down at the messy, slightly-misspelled letter for a moment, wondering. "It couldn't be..."
Stan was trying not to be a total emo about the fight he had had with Wendy. Or rather, Kyle and the others were trying to keep Stan from being a total emo about the fight he had had with Wendy, and Stan was doing his best to go along with it. It was working pretty well, overall; he just had to keep himself distracted.
"Twenty-four...thirty-two...hike!"
Kyle caught the ball and ran backwards, throwing it an in arc through the air. Stan ran back in the opposite direction, hands held out. He was perfectly positioned to catch it when---
WHAM!
"Agh!"
---he was suddenly tackled from the side! He groaned, spitting dirt and grass out from his mouth as the ball landed on the ground in front of him.
"Ugh! Damn it, Kenny, I---" He blinked, looking up at the figure on top of him. "Wendy?!"
"Oh, Stan!" She was holding onto him tightly around the neck, making it hard for Stan to breathe, but this seemed to be a happy gesture; her head was down against his, and a dreamy smile had come over her face. "Oh, I just knew it was you! I was so stupid, please forgive me! OH!" Her grip on his neck tightened, nearly strangling him now. "Oh Stan, this was so romantic of you! I love you!"
Stan gasped for air, spitting out more grass from his mouth as the other guys stood around, gaping. "...What?!"
A few meters away, standing under the bleachers, the one who had actually left the flowers in Wendy's locker stood in a powder-blue tuxedo, his mouth hanging opened, a box of chocolates held limply at his side.
For months now, he had waited for a chance get to Wendy to himself. For months, he had pined for her, but never dared to ask her out, what with her dating Stan and all. And now, once he had thought he'd finally have a chance with her, here Wendy was, lying on top of Stan, kissing him all over his face, while Stan and the other boys took the scene in with looks of total confusion.
For a moment the boy said nothing. Then he suddenly threw the box of candies to the ground, kicking and stomping in anger.
"Aw, hamburgers!" Butters cried, hands flying up to tear at his crop of carefully-combed blond hair. Then he sighed, thrust his fists into his pockets and stormed away.
A/N: Heh-heh...I've just wanted to use the "Wetters" shipping (my own invention, as far as I know) for a while now, and while working on a longer story this drabble popped into my head. It might have been kind of rushed, though; what do you think? Please review!