I can't do this much longer. I haven't been to school in days; people are gonna think I'm dead. Maybe I miss my friends a little bit. I haven't seen anyone since Kyle and Cartman came the other day. Ha. Kyle. He's right; I am being a fucking pussy. I never really loved Wendy; I just liked having her around. Kyle and Red were practically in love. That's the kind of relationship I want. One that wasn't just hanging on because it had been doing so for a long time. I want somebody that I can tell them I love them, and they will give me a clear response, because they do too.

I realize that I miss out on so many girls because I've been with a girl I hate for so long. I mean, I've never hated her before now. Maybe Wendy breaking up with me isn't the end of my life, maybe it's the beginning.

I need to sort this out, and I know just where to go.


The wind outside chills me, but I don't care. I am happier than I've been in days. There's a tiny breeze that makes my nose turn red and I still don't care. I'm just going to Starks Pond and I'm not stopping until I get there. That is, until I hear the noise.

It sounds like someone is crying. I look around, but there's only a bunch of trees. When I hear a loud sob, I walk slowly in the direction where I thought I heard it. Yeah, they're crying all right, and it even sounds familiar. I blindly follow the noises until my shins hit a large boulder.

"Hello?" I call.

"Fuck!" says a voice, gasping. I realize that they're right down below me, on the other side of the rock. And when I see a large bush of red, I realize who it is.

"Kyle?"

He turns around and looks at me, his wide eyes puffy and red. Suddenly, he turns away and looks straight forward. "What do you want?"

I walk around the boulder to sit next to my best friend. "Kyle, what's wrong?"

"Well, maybe if you weren't such a pussy and came to school, you would know."

Okay, he's sitting here crying his fucking eyes out and I'm the pussy? I stifle the urge to roll my eyes. "What, did you get a B on a test?"

"No. I would have killed myself if it was that," he replies, causing me to chuckle a little bit.

"Diiiiid you get paired up with Cartman for a test or something?"

"No. I would have killed him if it was that."

Well, it is true. "Come on, Kyle. You were right. I was being a pussy. And Wendy's a bitch, and I should have realized that. Please talk to me."

"Maybe you weren't being a pussy," Kyle says. "Breaking up with a girl is always hard."

Pfft, this is what I was trying to explain to him earlier. Now he thinks he understands what it's like for a girl to dump him? The only girl he's ever dated is Red and… "Shit," I accidentally say out loud.

He quickly turns around. "What?"

"Did Red dump you?"

Now he turns away and gives me a tiny nod. Was the whole world falling apart? Kyle and Red were twice as together as me and Wendy ever were. "Shit, Kyle, I'm so sorry."

"Don't be," he snaps, standing up and wiping his eyes. "I am sorry, though. I'm a fucking hypocrite, telling you to suck it up and then coming out here and acting like I'm five. Sorry."

I shake my head sadly. "Kyle, what you and Red had… and probably still have is stronger than what me and Wendy ever had. You're not a pussy for being upset."

"We both gotta fix our lives, dude," he says, and I nod in agreement.


"Dude, I pwn you!" Kyle screams, banging his fists on the controller.

I laugh at his use of lame words. "Dude, I don't think anyone says that."

"Except me."

"Yeah," I agree, "except you."

Yes, this is our way of 'fixing our lives'. Blowing up aliens in my basement. Mmhmm, this is what all therapists recommend.

My face twists in concentration as Kyle's alien spaceship hovers over my repair droid. "Kyle, I swear to God, if you blow that up…" A loud explosion is heard as a missle fires from Kyle's ship into my repair droid. "Damn it!"

"You just got pwned!"

"Would you shut the fuck up with that word?" I ask, laughing.

"Only if you shut the fuck up with sucking ass at this game," he replies, moving in for some shots at my troops.

"I can't," I argue, "Sucking ass at this game doesn't make any noise."

"Yeah it does! I keep hearing 'shit!' and 'damn it!' and 'why the hell did he kill me?' That's a lot of noise if you ask me."

"Screw you, and you know what…" There's a timid knock at my door and I pause the game.

Kyle sighs and leans against my bed with a magazine as I go to answer it. I open the door to see a girl with curly blonde hair.

"Bebe," I say.

She shrugs. "Stan."

I stare at her for a moment, remembering that she's the reason that I found out about Wendy. Am I mad? No, I'm actually glad. I seriously feel no remorse about Wendy anymore. Then I realize that she's been standing out in the cold. "Sorry," I mutter, "Please come in."

She timidly walks inside and sits on my couch. After she sits, she looks at me sadly. "I'm so sorry," she says, "I didn't know that we were gonna see that. I would have never made you go."

"No, it's fine," I quickly reply. "I'm actually really glad you did. That was all I needed to realize that Wendy's a bitch and I don't need her anymore."

"Really?" she asks, and I nod. Then she smiles a little bit. "That's good. And I'm still sorry. I just don't understand why she lied to me."

I shrug. "Maybe she thought you would tell me. Would you have?"

"Yeah, I think I would have," she replies, and then her stare turns cold. "I'm tired of that bitch getting everything she fucking wants."

"Me too," I say, "But she's not gonna get what she wants from us anymore." She nods and then jumps as a noise is heard upstairs. "Sorry, Kyle's over, probably just him."

"Oh. I heard about him and Red. Is he alright?"

I shrug. "He's handling it better than I did, but that's not saying much." I take a seat on the table across from Bebe. "I think he's just pissed cause he doesn't know why."

Bebe looks surprised. "She… she didn't tell him?"

"Tell him what?" I ask, startled. She knows why Red dumped Kyle?

Bebe almost laughs. "She didn't dump him cause he did something wrong."

"But why then…"

"Do you know what Kyle's parents think of Red?"

I shake my head. I've been too immersed with my own Wendy issues to care about Kyle's relationship. "They hate her. They yell at Kyle like every night about it, and they're being really mean to him since he started dating her."

"So Red dumped Kyle because his parents hate her?" I ask. That seems shallow; it's not Kyle's fault what his parents do.

Bebe shakes her head. "No. She didn't really dump him in the first place. More like broke-up." I shrug. "Yeah, well, she broke up with him because she didn't want his parents to take the money out of his college fund, which they were going to do because he was going to…" she imitated a high voice "'spend the rest of his life with that trailer trash slut' and blah blah blah. You know how Kyle is about college."

I nod. "This is great!" I shout excitedly, "Now Kyle and Red can get back together!"

"But his parents…"

"He won't care. He can get a scholarship, and he knows it." I know I'm grinning like a maniac, and decide it makes me look like an idiot. Wait- since when do I care what I look like? I usually only care around Wendy. Well, Bebe is her ex-best friend. Maybe that's why.

I bid Bebe goodnight and run upstairs to tell Kyle the exciting news.


Ohmigosh, please don't hate my guts! I know it took me a hell of a long time to update this. I just lost interest in it for a while - but I got it back very suddenly. AAnd now it's summer, so I can write all I want! Please review, you know I'll love you if you do! Wait - I love you anyway! *huggles*