"Its not fair..." I muttered, taking another step closer. "It none of your business!" She shouted back, also taking another step. "He is my best friend!"

"He is my boyfriend!"

"He deserves better than you!"

"You need to back off!"

"You need to stop lying to everyone!"

Before we knew it we were starring each other down, head to head...literally. "Guys!" Stan shouted, so loud that the Band must have heard him shout and stopped playing... Noticing the sudden silence, and everyone turning to face us, Wendy and I turned to face Stan. "What. Is Going. On?" He asked again, this time putting emphasis on every single word. He motioned to the band to start playing again and turned back to face us, mainly me. "What's wrong with you two?"

"I'm trying to save our relationship!" Wendy said innocently, swaying her foot across the grass girlishly. I scoffed. "You are so far beyond 'saving' your relationship that its not even fu-"

"What are you guys talking about?" Stan interrupted again, desperatly trying to figure out what was going on. "I can't even begin to explain it to you dude." I said. Wendy stepped forwards defensively and grabbed Stan's hand, pulling him towards her. "Then don't! It was an accident Kyle! Let it go already!"

"Oh yeah right! Like that was an accident! I saw the whole thing!"

"What was an accident? Someone tell me!" Stan pleaded. "Dude. I'm just going to come out and say it, I was in your house earlier and I saw Wendy and Tok…"

"Stan!" Wendy shouted, interrupting me. Wendy faced Stan and pressed her lips hard against his. Before I knew it, Wendy had successfully plastered Stan against a nearby tree and they were kissing repeatedly in the shadows of the branches. "Ugh..." I muttered. "This is pointless."

"Wendy is cheating on you Stan!" I found my self blurting out in frustration. I covered my mouth, shocked at what I just did. Wendy tried to ignore me, pushing herself closer to Stan, but he wouldn't let her. Stan stared at her for a moment and without a word, he gently pushed her off him and walked over towards me. "What are you talking about Kyle?" He asked, taking another step closer to me. His voice was strong, seemed almost fearless, but I knew better than that. I knew better than anyone that underneath Stan's tough outside was a true softy. I could practically see the fear in his eyes, almost as if he had been suspecting of Wendy doing something, but he didn't want to face the reality of it.

"Im talking about that…" I paused, deciding to keep the 'filthy bitch' comment I had about Wendy to myself. "Im talking about Wendy…and Token…" I said, glancing over at Wendy, who by now had sat in the grass under the tree. Stan's eyes widened, and even though no words were coming out of his mouth, I could hear everything he was thinking. Can normal people read their best friends like that?

He turned to Wendy, who was still facing the other way, and stared at her. She turned after about a minute or so of this and just stared back at him, her angelic face looking so "sad" and "sorry" that any guy would have to take her back… I was hoping Stan wasn't just 'any guy'. "Wendy…" Stan said, Walking a few feet towards her. She turned her head slightly then stood up to face him. "I can't do this anymore…" The words slipped out of his mouth, so fast it was almost as if he hadn't said them. "What?" She retorted, gawking at him. "W-What do you mean?"

"I said I can't do this anymore, it's…not worth it..." his voice was serious, more so than i have ever heard from him. "Why are you doing this Stan?" She began, obviously determined not let this end so quickly. "You know that without me you are nothing." He sighed, i could see how miserable he was through his eyes, something Wendy could never see. I hate seeing him like this... "He is miserable WITH you!" I shouted at her. "God Damn it Kyle, this doesn't concern you! Go Away!"

"Wendy, i think...Kyle is the only one who actually cares about me at all. So just...you go away." Stan said, suprising both me and Wendy. "You know what? I dont need you Stan, I never did." Wendy shouted, stomping off into the crowd of people. The gap between me and Stan was so thick you could literally cut it with a knife. Taking a step towards Stan, I spoke up. "Dude...are you okay?"

"Kyle..." He began. His eyes were glazed over as he thought over something in his mind. It was rare to see Stan think about anything so seriously, I couldnt help but wonder what it was he was thinking so hard about. "Yeah Stan?"

He shook his head and looked down at the ground, blinking his eyes back into reality. "I...I need to know something."

"Whats wrong Stan? What do you want to know?" He looked up at me with a strong determination and chinching both his fists. "C'mon." Stan said, dashing for the house. I ran after him, confused. "Stan were are we going?"

Stan stopped infront of his back door, facing the glass as he spoke to me. "I need to figure some things out. And...i dont know any other way to do it..."