A/N- Sorry this chapter has taken a while! I'll try to update more frequently. Please let me know what you think!

I freeze. This isn't exactly what I expected. I guess I panic, and I don't know what to do, so I end up kissing her back. Which is perfectly logical and reasonable- oh wait, no it isn't.

She wraps her arms around my neck and I wrap my arms around her waist. She's pressing into me and I feel warm and then all of a sudden we're lying on the bed and she's on top of me. I'm getting out of breath and she's running her hands through my hair.

Before I'm really aware of what's happening, her hands are all over me. We roll, our lips still connected, and she pulls me on top of her. Her hands slide up my shirt, and she's tracing my shoulder blades and my spine. I can feel my blood pulsing hard as she grabs the back of my shirt and starts to pull it over my head.

I'm completely out of breath and completely panicking and I pull away very abruptly, moving a full three feet away from her and sitting upright on the bed. "Wendy," I start, but I'm so out of breath I'm having trouble talking. I feel the bed move and glance to see her sitting up next to me.

"I'm sorry," she says, so softly I almost miss it.

"No, don't be, it's fine," I reply, though it isn't fine, not really.

I see her reach up and gently touch her fingers to her lips out of the corner of my eye. "Okay," she replies, sounding a little more certain of herself. "Then I'm not sorry at all."

I turn to her, frowning a little. I'm so confused. "What about Stan?"

She rolls her eyes and looks away from me. "What about him?"

"He's my best friend," I reply, my tone incredulous. What does she mean what about him.

"He's not mine," she says with a small, cold chuckle.

"Wendy, come on," I say.

She sighs and looks back at me. "He broke up with me. Why should I care about how he'd feel about this?"

I shake my head and look away. "You guys will get back together. You always do."

"Not this time," she insists and she clenches her hands together.

"Well, you can't use me to get back at him. That's not fair." I try to say it emphatically, but my voice falters at the end.

"It's not-" she starts. She leans over and puts her head in her hands. Her shoulders start to shake, and I tell myself I shouldn't comfort her.

But I can't do that. She's my friend and she's sad, so I put my arms around her again and squeeze her close to me. This time she just cries into my chest for a little while and we sit there without moving or talking.

I'm not sure how long we sit like that, but then my phone buzzes and I have to pull away.

It's from Stan.

dude, shots r ovver. saf to come doen

I sigh and pinch the bridge of my nose. He's clearly so drunk and I really don't want to deal with it.

At this point, my shirt is covered in smudges of makeup and eyeliner. Wendy's wiping the black-stained saltwater from her cheeks and sniffing a little. I really don't want to go downstairs. I want to stay with her. But I don't want to be suspicious.

"Are you okay?" I ask.

She nods and gives me a weak smile. "I'll be fine," she says, her voice cracking a little. It breaks my heart to hear.

"Um, I don't want to leave you here like this, but…"

She waves me off. "I understand. The party calls. Wouldn't want anyone to think we were doing anything up here in this bedroom," she says, and I notice a hint of flirtation in her tone.

I roll my eyes but I smile. I stand up, dreading going downstairs, and walk toward the door.

"Wait," Wendy calls, her demeanor entirely different. "Can you come back up here after?" She smiles, a small, cute, shy smile. "I'm going to be hiding up here. I might get lonely."

And I'm immediately tempted to just stay up here with her until the party ends. I nod. "I'll see what I can do."

I walk out of the room and close the door behind me. I lean against the door and sigh, exasperated and confused and unsure. I touch my lips with my fingertips. None of this really feels real. Fuck, Kyle, what have you gotten yourself into?

I walk downstairs and am immediately greeted by Heidi. "Kyle!" she says in an exaggerated tone, throwing her arms around me. "Where have you been hiding?"

It takes her a second longer than it should to let go of me and I laugh uncomfortably. "Away from the people taking shots," I reply. I scan the room and when I see Kenny and Bebe, I immediately rush over to them. They're leaning against the wall, faces close together, talking animatedly.

"Hey, guys," I say, desperate for a distraction.

Bebe flashes a huge smile. "Hey!" she almost yells. "Isn't it great to be at a party?"

I shrug. "I can think of things I'd rather be doing."

Kenny nudges Bebe and leans in, pretending to whisper in her ear, but grinning at me. "Kyle is above alcohol and partying."

I roll my eyes. "Excuse me for not enjoying watching drunk people grind on each other."

"You could actually drink, you know," he replies with a smirk. "I promise, your mom won't find out."

I shake my head and laugh. "Someone has to keep you all from hurting yourselves."

"What a saint!" Bebe jokes, gently touching my arm. "Tell me, is it hard to be this selfless?"

"Oh, it's all worth it in the end, when I get to feed my superiority complex," I joke back. I like hanging out with these two when they're drunk because they're really not that different. Since they're already very honest, open people, there aren't very many surprises with them.

"Hey, guys, on the subject of drunk people grinding on each other," Kenny says, a little more seriously, pointing toward the center of the room.

And there are two people, lips locked, hands all over each other, and I immediately recognize them as Stan and Red.

Bebe scoffs. "Well, he moves fast." She sounds a little annoyed.

I, on the other hand, am furious. "You have got to be kidding me," I say sharply, walking straight at them.

"Kyle, wait-" I hear Kenny say, but I ignore him.

I grab Stan by the arm and roughly pull him away toward the door to the kitchen.

"What the fuck-" he says, but I'm not listening. I practically shove him into the kitchen and walk in behind him. Carmen, Butters, and Tweek are all in here, leaning against the counter with a bottle of gin. They fall silent when I enter the room.

"You three- out," I say emphatically, making it very clear I'm not messing around.

Tweek and Butters scurry out of the room quickly, but Cartman crosses his arms. "You can't tell me what to do."

I shoot him a glare. "Cartman, I'm not kidding, get out."

"Fine, but just because I want to," he huffs, and he walks out slowly, avoiding getting too close to me.

Stan sighs. He sways a little from side to side, obviously incredibly drunk. "What do you want Kyle? I was busy."

"Oh, I saw that," I snap. "What the hell is wrong with you, Stan?"

"What?" he whines. "It's a party! I'm allowed to have fun, aren't I?"

"I don't even know where to start. You're such an asshole, Stan. You break up with Wendy after she forgives you for flirting and now you're just making out with Red on the same day you dump Wendy."

Stan rolls his eyes. "You don't know what it's like, alright? I like Red, she's not so goddamn uptight."

My heart is pounding and my hands are shaking, I'm so pissed off. I can barely form sentences at this point. I push Stan into the wall and give him my best death glare. "Wendy deserves so much better than you," I hiss, and then I turn away and walk out, slamming the door behind me.

I head straight for the stairs and avoid anyone who looks like they might want to talk to me. I walk up to the room where Wendy is. I'm still pretty angry and I accidentally slam the door behind me, making her jump.

"Oh, Kyle," she says softly. "You surprised me."

"Let's get out of here," I say. "There's no point in staying. If we leave fast enough, no one will notice."

She shakes her head. "I don't want to go home."

"We don't have to go home," I reply. "But let's leave this party. We can go to Stark's Pond or something. Okay?"

I reach out my hand to her and help her up. She smiles warmly at me. "Okay."