At school the next morning, Stan told Wendy that Kyle was pissed off at him, and was refusing to speak to him anymore.

"That sucks dear," Wendy said absentmindedly proof-reading Bebe's English paper before class.

"But he was my best friend and now I don't know what to do," Stan whined, hoping she would come up with an answer; like Kyle had when Wendy had broken up with him for Token in third grade.

"Stan, honey, I feel bad for you, I really do, but I'm trying to do something okay?" Wendy said, touching his cheek and kissing him on the nose.

"But," Stan tried again.

"Stan," Wendy warned, giving him 'the look' and putting a finger to her lips.

Stan was mortified in front of his girlfriend and her best friend, and there was no Kyle there to talk to about it. His eyes searched for Kyle, and saw him talking to Kenny and Butters, who seemed to be consoling him.

"I'm gonna go talk to Kenny," Stan told Wendy, who just nodded and circled an incorrect sentence on Bebe's paper and wrote a note off to the side.

Stan saw Kyle look up, and his eyes grow wide. He mumbled something to the two blondes that were standing next to him, and rush off towards his first class.

"Hey guys," Stan greeted his two friends, who looked at him with pity.

"Hi," Butters said slowly, grasping Kenny's hand while Kenny raised his other hand in a pathetic wave.

"What was Kyle talking about?" Stan asked, following Kyle's red hair until it disappeared into a classroom.

"W-well I don't know if w-we should be telling you that," Butters stammered.

"Oh come on guys! Kenny, you know me, tell me," Stan pressured.

"How would you feel if Kyle said someone was more important than you?" Kenny asked, then pulled Butters off so Stan could ponder that questions by his lonesome.

Stan sulked back to Wendy, who seemed to be finished with Bebe's paper, and was waiting for him with a kind smile on her face.

"Did Kenny have any help about Kyle?" she asked, handing Stan his backpack and taking his hand.

"Not really," Stan sighed, as Wendy lead him over to the locker bay.

"I think it might be because of what you said yesterday," Wendy admitted, pulling out her notebook for her first class. "Remember when we first got together sophomore year? He seemed really put out because we started spending so much time together and then you guys made that deal, where you two would hang out every Thursday," she said.

"Yeah…" Stan said, remembering that night.


Kyle had been really depressed for the first week or so that Stan and Wendy were dating, at first Stan didn't notice due to the feelings people have within the first couple weeks of dating someone, but Wendy pointed it out, and so Stan went over to Kyle's to talk to him on a Thursday.

"I give up dude," Kyle had said, his eyes on the ground, looking utterly defeated.

"On what?" Stan asked, patting his friend on the shoulder, trying to be as supportive as he could in his confused state.

"Forget it," Kyle muttered, turning to walk out of his room, but Stan grabbed his hand and pulled him back.

Kyle had turned and kissed him, surprising Stan completely. Kyle had a tight hold on his jacket and Stan felt his stomach flutter. He began kissing Kyle back, holding his best friend tight as he roamed his mouth with his tongue.

"Wendy," Stan breathed, breaking away for a second before Kyle attacked his mouth once more.

"Doesn't have to know," Kyle grinned, his eyes flicking to the door, which was thankfully locked.

Stan nodded enthusiastically, pushing Kyle down onto the bed and continuing to kiss the life out of him.


"Look Stan, eventually Kyle is going to have to realize that he may be your best friend, but I'm your girlfriend, he would have chosen Bebe over you too when they were together," Wendy explained, giving him a smile that she probably thought would make everything better.

"Yeah," Stan said, but he had suddenly felt sick. Would Kyle have really chosen Bebe over him? But Bebe was so… she didn't love Kyle like Stan did, she didn't even know him, she didn't know what while they were dating Kyle and him were fooling around every damn Thursday! She hadn't gone through all they did when they were children; there was no way Kyle would choose anyone over him!

"And on the plus side, now I get you on Thursdays as well," Wendy giggled playfully. Stan gave a short laugh and nodded, walking Wendy to class.

There would be no more Thursdays with Kyle, no more conversations about the crazy shit they went through when they were kids. He could think of countless times where he had let Kyle down.

He had chosen Wendy over him when Kyle needed him because Ike had been kidnapped by aliens.

He had abandoned Kyle because Kyle didn't feel comfortable dressing as a metro-sexual.

He had broken a pact with Kyle that he wouldn't get into the High School Musical craze.

And what had Kyle done after all those things?

Forgave him.

He didn't deserve someone like Kyle, someone who put up with all his crap, who continued to put someone else's needs before his own, even though he was treated like crap by the person over and over again.

When Stan met Wendy after their first hour class he decided to ask her a question.

"What would you have done if I had chosen Kyle?" he asked.

"…I would have broken up with you," Wendy said darkly, "And you shouldn't be asking questions like that, it's pissing me off…" she said, turning and leaving him standing alone in the locker bay.

Stan decided Kyle had taken it much better in real life than Wendy hypothetically had.