Wendy ran from what she had just seen, her heart throbbing painfully in her chest. She wasn't crying, however; Wendy hadn't let herself cry ever since she was a young girl. She was a perfectionist, and crying just wouldn't do. All the tears, the red nose…those things would mar her reputation as cool, calm and intelligent.

Stan, making out with some other girl; a pretty girl, who was wearing the exact same costume she was. Was life playing a cruel joke on her? She had thought that, against all odds, Stan had actually wanted to get back together with her. But she was horrifically wrong.

Wendy slowed and entered the girls' washroom. She braced herself, expecting there to be a group of girls at the mirror checking their makeup and fixing their hair, but no one was in there. She stood in front of the mirror, and looked at herself. Good: no tears, or sign of tears. She looked just as she always did, elegant and pretty. Only someone who really knew her could see the tiny spark of hurt in her eyes, and the way the corners of her mouth trembled slightly. But no one knew her. Wendy hadn't let anyone in after she had broken up with Stan.

Just thinking about him made a lump form in her throat, and she swallowed fiercely. She was not going to break down. Not for a guy. But Stan was her first and possibly only love. Sure, she had really liked Token, and now that she was dating Craig, she thought he was pretty cool. But Stan had been her first love, her first kiss, the first time someone had puked on her; she smiled inwardly at the memory of Stan puking on her every time she had spoken to him back in their early days as a couple.

She slid down against the wall, and ended up sitting on the floor. She didn't care if it was dirty; she was just wearing a costume, after all. She froze, when she heard the patter of feet run by the washroom, and caught a glimpse of a pink dress. It had to be that girl that Stan had been making out with. That bitch, she had Stan wrapped around her finger, what was she running away for? Did she feel guilty after seeing Wendy? Did she think that Wendy was Stan's current girlfriend and he was cheating on her? If so, good.

Wendy hugged her knees to her chest and sighed. "Stan, I only broke up with you back in elementary because…" She paused, and looked at her nails. They were painted black, for Halloween, sure, but also because it was high fashion. Wendy wanted to design haute couture for men, and Stan was supposed to have been her model. That was on the side of her becoming president, of course.

"…Because Cartman told me you were gay." After she had spoken that aloud, a feeling she knew all too well washed over her. Depression.

x flashback x

"Ay! Wendy! I need to tell you something."

"What, Cartman?"

" I don't have to tell you, you know. It might make you kick me squah in the nuts."

"I won't. Tell me!"

"It's about Stan."

"What? Doesn't he like me anymore?

"Well, kinda."

"This is all Bebe's fault, isn't it? I'm going to kill her!"

"Nah, it isn't that bitch's fault."

"Then tell me or I'll...I'll... kill Clyde frog!"

"Ay! Don't threaten Clyde Frog, you dumb—"

"Cartman!"

"Fine. Your little boy toy Stan is gay, okay?"

"What?"

"Gay, a fag, you name it. I saw him hugging Kyle."

"So, that doesn't mean..."

"He kissed Kyle. Not in truth or dare, either."

"But—"

"Wendy, you have been hogging Stan all to yourself, and he likes you too much—as a friend—that he had to date Kyle in secret so he wouldn't make you mad."

"But—"

"Jesus, Wendy! How do you think Kyle feels? His parents will kill him if they find out he's homo. Stan is the only guy who knows his secret, and that's why he's the only guy Kyle can date. Get it?"

"…I get it."

"You better break up with Stan then. It's better that way, huh?"

"I didn't know. I've been holding him back all this time from Kyle."

"Yeah, you sure have. So what are you gonna do about it?"

"Break up with him."

"I always knew you were smart, Wendy."

And that was when she had told Bebe to tell Stan that she had broken up with him. Feeling so hurt, she had immediately rebounded and began dating Token, to get her mind off of him. But it didn't work. And for some reason, Stan had tried to take her back for a while, but she wouldn't get back together. She had known the truth: that he was in love with Kyle secretly. But now, after all these years, she had seen Stan making out with a girl. Did that mean that Cartman had lied to her, and she had broken up with him for nothing?

That must have been the case, as Stan wouldn't have posted a note on her locker saying that he wanted to meet her in the janitor's closet and talk otherwise. She had never really hated Cartman until that moment, but now she did. Immensely.

"Wendy, are you in there?" Came a voice from outside the girls' washroom. Momentarily, Wendy thought it was Stan, but no. It was Craig. She should've been happy, as he was her boyfriend, but Stan was always first in her heart. She had to get over him. It was totally fucked up of him to post that promising note on her locker, and then when she showed up, tear her heart to pieces by making out in front of her with some strange chick. Cartman, Stan—men were all the same. She might as well be happy with Craig. He was probably the best she was going to get.

"Coming, Craig!" she called, forcing herself to inject enthusiasm in her voice. And off they went, back to the gym to dance.

Stan sat shell shocked in the janitor's closet. His mind was reeling from what had just taken place. He had told Cartman that he had written a note on Bebe's locker that said "Bebe, you are a giant cow and I don't like you anymore," and signed Kyle's name on it. He almost didn't post it, but thinking of Wendy and feeling pretty certain that Kyle would forgive him gave him the courage to do it. Cartman had been pleased with that, and said that Kyle had already fled after seeing how angry Bebe was with him. Cartman then told Stan that he would get him and Wendy together after school tomorrow, and Stan couldn't wait. He had then gone to his locker to change out of his crap Prince outfit and go home, when he saw a note on his locker that read "Meet me in the janitor's closet," and Wendy had signed her name. He had been so thrilled that he hadn't stopped to think about what Cartman had said about getting them together tomorrow, and had rushed to the closet to see Wendy and reminisce about old times.

Stan winced thinking about it now. He had been so selfish. He shouldn't have followed that ass hole Cartman's plan and broken up Kyle and Bebe. He should've just gotten Wendy back the hard way. But no, he was willing to be stupid and risk everything for a girl who didn't seem to care about him. And what did he get for rushing so blindly into love? He kissed Kyle and definitely turned Wendy off. Forever.

Stan's cheeks burned at the memory of kissing Kyle. He had thought Kyle was Wendy. Anyone could have made that mistake: it was so dark in the closet, and Kyle had been wearing the same costume as Wendy without Stan's knowledge. Stan had dressed up like a prince because Cartman had told him Wendy would be a princess and they would match, but it turned out Stan matched Kyle as well.

As Stan kept thinking about kissing Kyle, a weird thing happened: he felt a warm whoosh of pleasure fill his belly. He bit his lip and shook his head, but to no avail. Thinking about Kyle and his lips made his head feel as if it were full of cotton. As Stan unconsciously touched his mouth with his right hand, he realized something. It was very clear to him that thinking about Kyle was making him feel the opposite of disgusted. In fact, it made him feel rather…turned on.

"What the hell's going on?" Stan wondered aloud, and he thought about kissing some more. But this time, he didn't think of Wendy's pretty mouth and soft kisses. This time he thought about the passion with which Kyle had kissed him, and he liked it.

Just then, Kenny wandered into the closet, in full pimp attire, and seemed unsurprised to find Stan there, practically making out with his hand to get rid of his horniness. He knelt down next to Stan and patted his shoulder.

"What's up, dude?"

"Something totally insane happened."

"You kissed Kyle."

Stan looked at him, surprised. Kenny had said it more like a statement than a question, but how had he known?

Kenny snickered with amusement at the confusion on Stan's face.

"I know a lot of things."

"Oh."

"Stan, let me ask you something. You still trying to bang that chick Wendy?"

"Yeah. I mean… no. I don't know!"

"Stan, listen to me and listen good. You are in love with Kyle."

"Kenny!"

Kenny sighed and rolled his eyes at Stan's skeptical response. Being someone's shrink was going to be a lot harder than he expected. Why was he doing this, anyway? He had a whole crowd of girls waiting to tear his clothes off back at the dance.

"Stan, think about it. How did you feel after Wendy broke up with you?"

"Bad."

"Yeah. And who made you feel better?"

"Butters."

"After Butters."

"…Kyle."

"Who do you always go to for help?"

"Kyle."

"Whom do you celebrate those "couple" holidays like Christmas with?"

"My family."

"And?"

"Kyle, I guess."

"Exactly."

"So, we're friends. Friends do that kinda stuff."

"Final question, Stan. Ready?"

"Okay."

"If you had choose someone to die, either Kyle or Wendy, who would it be?"

"Dude!"

"Pick one."

Stan paused, and Kenny watched him knowingly. Shit, Kenny was good at this. He should be a cop or something. He debated in his mind, and thought about it. If Wendy was gone, he would be very upset, sure. But then he wouldn't have to obsess over her as much. If Kyle were gone, then…Stan blinked once. Thinking about his best friend being gone felt much more painful than his supposed love being gone. Weird.

"I guess…Wendy."

"See what I mean?"

"So, I'm gay."

"Maybe. Maybe not. Most people are attracted to both sexes, and I've been your friend long enough to know that you practically get a boner if Kyle so much as brushes past you."

"I do not! Jesus, Kenny."

"Who's the better kisser? Out of curiosity."

Stan squirmed anxiously, feeling strange and also free at his newfound realization that he did indeed like Kyle. It was weird but thinking about being with Kyle like that made him feel more and more anxious to see his best friend (new lover?) again.

"Kyle. Definitely."

And with that, Kenny gave Stan a final whack of good luck on the back, and sauntered away to the party, knowing he had done well. He had finally gotten those two together and they should have to repay him soon enough. But for now, he was going to heal the hearts of Ms. Great Tits Stevens and Ms. Hot Ass Testaburger. Well, if he could break her and Craig the fag up. But that would be easy enough. He was dressed as a pimp, for God's sake!

Author's note: Ohemgee! The story is almost done. Next chapter and it's finished, I believe. ;( I'm gonna miss writing this story..it was the best week and a half of my life (In writing, anyways). Comment, let me know what you think! Also, do you think I should change it from Comedy/Romance to Romance/Drama? I don't see the comedy in like..the last 5 chapters. xD Lurve you all!