A/C: Hey everybody! I'm back, thank you soo much for your reviews even if I don't have a lot. Thank you anyways! I decided this story to NOT have yaoi in it. Because there are soo many yaoi fanfics that it's getting sick right? Remember when I said at the first chapter, how I would switch POV's? I decided to make Kenny's voice not muffled, thanks a lot for the reviewer who told me so! Next POV is probably Kenny's.

WARNING: Kyle's mouth. Cartman's mouth. Craig's mouth.

South Pak does not belong to me, it belongs to Trey and Matt.

THIS IS STAN'S POV NOW.

Chapter 2

Wendy and I.

I love Wendy. I really do. Even if she pesters me sometimes I still really do love her, it's just that most of the time she would talk about shopping, even makes me shop if I don't want to or not. Wendy would invite all of her friends and talk right over me when I just stare and nod a couple of minutes. I sound like a queer fag but I just want to spend more of my hours with her, not with her friends. Bebe can be really loud, Red just dreams over Justin Bieber (he's 22 now and she still falls over him?) and Heidi spits gum all over my sneakers. Spending time with girls might be a heaven for Kenny, but it sure isn't for me. All I want to do is be together with Wendy. If I can somehow prove that I really do cherish her feelings, god what am I talking about? Right. Get back to reality.

Small soft cursed mumbles wrapped my left ear while chewing spat at my right. I looked over Kyle as he rambled about how this show is going to be stupid adding large emphasis. Kenny was walking beside me, picking up all the leftovers from the street as much as he can. Poor guy, literally, poor guy. That guy can't even afford a pack of gum. And me? I was just quietly taking a stroll to Cartman's house with my two best friends when the sun had slowly set.

I regret how I have to win an ass load of money for this reality show but I have to do it...well for my car, yes. But I did it for another thing, maybe if I save up all of my money I could buy something really wonderful for Wendy. What do girls like? Simple. Large beautiful jewelry with big packs of diamonds. Kenny saved over a few of his french fries, he said Kyle threw them at the floor. I didn't see the time we both had wasted, when Kyle loudly knocked Cartman's door, his 'big boned' face popped up.

"What do you wa-oh Kahl, Stan, and Kinny! You came early huh?" He quietly snickered.

Kyle's hands transformed to a fist, he grabbed Cartman's thin collar and started to holler at him.

"WHAT THE FUCK KIND OF GAME DO YOU WANT BASTARD?"

"Don't act like Chuck Norris dude. Calm down."

"I'm I'm...I'm going to go all Jackie Chan on you if you tell me what the hell you want!"

Kyle let go of Cartman's collar, as the fat fuck cleaned out his wrinkles located near his chest. Eric tilted his chin and had a large smirk that told me that hell was about to come loose. "I'll tell you when all of the members arrived." Cartman simply stated. I wish I could help Kyle calm down but he's really at it today, 5 years and they still are fighting. Just after that, I could hear various curse words down the hall.

"SHIT! You ran out of-COCK-juice!" A boy complained. Who was he? Is he..? Thomhas?

"You're Thomhas right?" I inquired.

"Fuck-yes!"

"He's mah camera boy." Bragged Cartman. As if he wasn't tooting his horn enough.

Was I so love sick for Wendy or do I hear her voice as well? She came out of the hall with the torrent boy and smiled. Her tiny smile faded when she stared at me. Why was she here? I didn't know what to say, my jaw slightly dropped as I began silently stammering. Was I supposed to be ecstatic, or rather confused to see her?

"Why are you here Wendy?"

"I should be the one asking you." I can never win to a girl. Kyle stepped up, his dagger red glares still facing towards Cartman.

"We all came here for the money, right Wendy?" Interrupted Kyle.

Wendy and I both slightly nodded. She grinned and collapsed to me tight, "But we won't have any drama, right Stan?" I nervously smiled, I don't know if this can change our relationships but even if we break up-I will try my hard earned crap to convice her to be back with me. We cut our relationship several times before but always got back together doorbell rang, Kenny answered it with a simple "Hello." Craig was there with Clyde and Token-and of course, giving his signature finger. Clyde had large salt tears covering his cheeks and Token, he was just being a rich dick.

Craig raised his monotone voice as he entered with his dark red sneakers.

"Cartman, give it up you fat asshole."

"Give up what?" Innocently questioned that fat asshole.

Token plugged his god damn rich golden platinum ipod with his god damn rich golden platinum head set to block off the noise of argument. Wait, why was Token here? Isn't he rich? So why does he need an ass load of cash..? Then there was Clyde, I couldn't count him really that selfish but there has to be a reason why he's here. Last of all, Craig. Like most people, I swear he did it for the money.

A couple of minutes past by the sound of loud music, arguments, cursed rambles, chewing noises, and groaned sobs (by Clyde.) there was a group of goth people waiting outside Cartman's wooden door. The atmosphere died down when they just had entered. Oh great, goth kids. Clyde decided to use his (tiny) brain and open the door, only to be crying even harder when they busted in. "We aren't conforming with the other members so we're here. Plus if we get that much money, maybe we can get rid of the world and only have Cthulhu here." Henrietta said. Curly Goth nodded in agreement. It's usually strange that the small Goth and the Red Goth isn't here but who gives a god damn fuck.

Both of them were silent and sat at the corner of a dark room. Alright we have two goth kids, Clyde, Craig, Token, Me, Kyle, Kenny, Wendy, and not counting Thomhas as the camera man-there were 9 contestants in total.

"This tots remind of Total Drama Island cept mah show's gonna be more kickass." The fatass shoved his fat words in our faces.

"Shut the hell up fatass." Wendy argued.

"No you shut up bitch." Snapped the hot headed turd of lard.

Sometimes I would think Kyle and Wendy are the exact counterparts, hate Cartman, and both get straight A's. Tweek slammed his weak body to Cartman's open door ( I didn't even see that his door was open) followed by Butters who was hiding behind Tweek. "Gee heya fella's." Whispered the nervous blonde. A long hour passed, all we have to hear is Cartman complaining how 'fucking slow' people are. Red, Heidi, Christophe, Gregory, Timmy, Jimmy, me, Craig, Token, Kyle, Kenny, the two goth kids, Wendy, Butters, Tweek, Clyde, Bradly, Bebe, Towelie (seriously, what the fuck dude?), Kyle Shwartz, Damien, and last of all, Dogpoo had finally appeared on Cartman's one crowded packed room. 23 suckers in all.

"Stan, can you hear me dude?" Kyle pleaded.

"Yeah, god damn there's a lot of people here."

Poor Kenny. Literally, poor Kenny. He's squashed like an overcooked oven-but I could feel a smile on his face because being stuck between Bebe and Heidi can make Kenny give off a dumb grin. Fucking perv. Eric stood up at his couch and clapped his huge mittens together.

"ATTENTION LOSERS!" Cartman screamed as he shoved a red plastic microphone though his mouth.

"You fags all have to be stuck in an island called Madagascar! Yah ya, based on the stupid fucking movie but it's the best place I can come up with! All of you dumb asses will go there...like, now. While Thomhas and I watch you die!"

Our faces looked as if it was going to explode, some leaked out tears, some were boiling red, some listened to their god damn rich gold platinum ipod's and me? I had my jaw opened the whole time.

"We didn't agree to this!" Kyle shouted.

"A million dollars you jew. " Lured the fatass.

To think bribery worked. All of a sudden, I could hear a loud choppy helicopter hovering over Cartman's roof. Thomhas pushed the camera to the contestant's faces as he tried a different angle every minute. What the hell?

"C'mon! Chop chop! Go in!" Ordered Eric, he cupped his mouth and directly told us what to do. This was hell alright.

A/C: I remind you, no yaoi. ANNND this chapter talks more about the relationships of Stan and Wendy, so I hope you can understand how much Stan cares for Wendy.