So, this is just filler really, since it's too short and nothing really happens. :/
I'm not a fan of it, but I loved doing the dialogue!
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DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING! NO CHARACTERS (except James, Ben, Jesse, and Jakob) OR PLOT DEVICES THAT BELONG TO TREY PARKER AND MATT STONE
As the stereotypical night of grad has unfolded, you and your lady of the night have sneaked away from dancing on the gym floor to "dancing" in Clyde's living room. The group of friends you've grown up and adventured with have all gathered in Clyde's father's shag carpeted family room to drink in the heated hormones of the night and the stolen booze of the adult's liquor cabinets. Shitty rap blares away on desktop speakers and asses grind into denim boners. You feel as if this night should never end, but you know that something steamier waits for you in your bed.
She has been practically begging you with her foggy eyes since the first bass drop to take her away. "Another drink and then we'll go." There has been six of those lines already and you know it's been agonizingly killing her patience all night. She finally has had enough as she stumbles to face you while clumsily tracing her finger tips around your zipper.
"Now, Cartmen. Let's get outta here, I know somethin' a lot more fun we could be doin'."
One last swig of your Bud and away you go, not paying attention to the hoots and hollers of the boys behind you.
Tonight's the night that the fantasies you've dreamed up in your wet dreams come to play out. How could you fuck this up?
It's as if someone hit replay of the night eleven years ago. You are intertwined in each others arms, grabbing at buttons and zippers that are too stubborn to come undone. Things get in the way and hair keeps sucking its ends in between your lips. Moans have evolved into giggles and giggles grow into groans. The floor seems to have become as uneven as a mountainside as you bump into a dresser here, a side table there, the bed post twice. Finally you grab Wendy and nearly throw her onto her messy bed sheets, lust overcoming you. It's hot and it's been burning for all too long.
Her foxy grin plays across her lips sexier than a scowl ever could. The bun of earlier in the evening has been thrown out the door and replaced with drapes of raven black sheets raining from her head. Only her bra and sweat pants remain but you are too hypnotized to tear them away. She's more than just sexy right now: she's absolutely breathtaking. She pants away sitting up on her elbows as you glide over top her smooth torso. You want to savor this as long as you can even though your dick would disagree at the moment. Slowly and confidently, you cup her jawline in your paw and etch every detail of her face into your mind.
"You're gorgeous, Wendy. I'm sorry I haven't been able to tell you that everyday since high school. You're my fire. I love y-"
"Shut up. Not right now."
She rips away and turns her back to you, sitting off to the side of her bed. What the fuck did I do now?! Frustration and anger kills your erection faster than "2 Girls 1 Cup" ever could have and you sit opposite of Wendy across the sheets. Like a married couple, you both refuse to speak first and the tension in the room increases at every nanosecond. Your temper is growing and Wendy's sadness is returning. Minutes tick by as both of your body temperatures drop and emotions are raging away in your minds. The tension has become too much and you need to explode.
"What the fuck, bitch?! Why?! One minute I'm about to fuck you and the next you become a PMS-y twat! The fuck gives, man?!" You're near to screaming at this point, hands raised above your head. Wendy glares at your act of doucheness with brokenness and anger.
"You keep fucking up, that's what gives! I said I don't want to hate you, but you make it so damn easy!"
"You're the one who kissed me! I came up here to apologize but you obviously just wanted to get your pussy filled!"
"It's not like that! It's not like I can stop hating you in one second, Cartmen! You are too fucking much! You can't just say 'I love you' right when we're about to have sex that's too much for me to handle!" What the fuck is this bitch blabbering about? "I've spent the last eleven years hating myself and hating you and hating everything then you pop back into my life like nothing ever happened?! I thought maybe, just maybe, you would be able to fuck me like you did that night and we could fix everything but now I can tell that I'm still just too mad at you and everything you did to me to be able to let that happen."
You're stuck with your mouth hanging agape. How in the hell does this bitch come up with this shit?
"You think that by me having sex with you we would be able to bury the hatchet, just like that? Wendy, I've been in love with you for so long that I thought I'd never be able to be with anyone else that would be able to hold a candle to your light. Yes. I fucked up. Hard. But that doesn't mean that you can hold a grudge because I wanted to tell how I feel about you!"
"Why the hell wouldn't it help?! Maybe if we fucked like angry baboons we could get it out of our systems and forget what happened? I don't know," she throws her face in her hands in a dramatic act of frustration, "I'm too tired of the thoughts in my head to come up with anything else. You've ruined me." You roll your eyes but gently try to envelop her in a hug.
"Nothing in life is black and white. We aren't characters in a romantic film where there's a predicable happy ending. We actually have to work through our problems like the adults we are. It's hard to ignore feelings, like hate and love, but maybe we will be able to find an end for our story."
She sighs into your chest, it's heavy and feels as if it's been stuck in her lungs for a while. Relief or giving up, you aren't sure how to read it, instead you decide to hold her tighter even if this is all the action you'll be getting tonight. As the minutes tick by the limbs of your bodies become more intertwined and more comfortable. In the twisted sheets and thrown about pillows, you and your passion welcome the embrace of sleep together.
