A hotel room.
They are so dirty.
And all Stan could feel was so dirty.
He sits on the bed, his feet tucked up beneath him. Wendy's changing in the bathroom, if he closes his eyes and focuses, he can hear every moment the soft fabric makes. She's undressing. That's for damn sure.
There's a pounding in his chest that he can't ignore much longer. It's mistaken as excitement.
But this is not excitement,
this is regret.
*.*.*
Kyle returns to his job only to find table five empty. And even in the crowd of people, he's alone again.
Kenny left just a minute ago, but not before pressing a piece of paper into the palm of Kyle's hand. The piece of paper weighs heavy in his pocket. It tugs at his heart, pulling him to the ground.
This momentary spark of confidence had been doused as quickly as it came. It was love's own bipolar disorder.
So Kyle walks through the restaurant, carrying out his duties like a zombie. When things get so cliché, so tiring, and so fictional, only reality can save you.
*.*.*
Stan pulls off his jacket and throws it to the ground. He runs his hands lazily through his hair. He rubs his eyes, and then covers his face with his hands until he's leaning forward in the bed, almost in tears.
Stan Marsh will not cry, because he doesn't cry and he shouldn't cry.
He is about to be laid by the hottest chick in South Park High, he should be on cloud nine now.
But what should happen and what is happening are two very different things.
*.*.*
"I ordered like the diet coke," says the blond to Kyle. He shrugs his shoulders before grasping the cold glass. He brings it to his lips and takes a few sips while the table watches in awe.
"That's definitely regular coke, you'll need the diet," he tells her plainly, turning his back on her shocked expression. Did I just insult somebody? That's not like me.
"Hey, waiter!"
Ignored.
"Over here."
Rejected.
*.*.*
The bathroom door swings open. Wendy steps into the light and leans against the doorframe. She places her free hand on her waist, shifts her weight and points her hip out, as if to pose. And it works.
Stan's mouth falls open in surprise causing Wendy's red lips to curl into a smirk. She rotates her hips in a circle and pushes her chest out.
A little exotic dance of some sort.
"Like what you see?" He does. He lets his eyes wander over her body. The black lacy fabric leaves nothing to the imagination. He forgets everything for a second.
He forgets about Kyle.
Hell, he forgets his own name. So he nods wordlessly in response to her question. If possible, her smile gets even bigger. She's won.
Wendy saunters over to the bed and places her hands on Stan's shoulders. She leans forward and kisses him, wasting no time in pushing him down on the bed.
*.*.*
Kyle's in the bathroom yet again, this time he's mopping the floor. With enough customer complaints, you'll get bathroom duty. And with an understanding boss, you won't get fired.
He glides the mop swiftly across the floor, then suddenly lets it drop, watching as it bounces off the tiled floor. He's just so frustrated and tired.
He digs his hand deep into his pocket and pulls out the note from Kenny. The wrinkly paper unfolds to display large blue writing. His eyes carefully scan over the page, finally drifting over to the last line, which he rereads again and again. A deep intake of breath and his eyes close. This is exactly what he needs.
He opens his eyes, shoving the paper back into his pocket and runs.
He runs through the restaurant, out the door and into the snowy streets.
In an instant, he knows where he needs to be. He doesn't care about the consequences, he's made it this far. He can't be a whiny bitch anymore, it's not his style.
Stand up for what you believe in, Kyle.
Is it not worth the risk?
*.*.*
Stan wraps his arms around her neck to deepen the kiss. It's not love, it's just lust. No big deal, he tells himself before he feels Wendy's hands slip underneath his shirt.
But those bright green eyes invade his mind, and he remembers.
When they finally break apart from the kiss, Stan grabs the bottom of his shirt and pulls it down. He looks up at Wendy with pleading eyes before muttering,
"Wendy, wait..."
*.*.*
Great Lodge Inn Rm18
take it from someone who's died enough times to know the value of life
you've come this far and it's not like you to just quit
so risk it all. for him, it's worth it
A/N: Another looong update for a shorter chapter. Sorry! If I still have readers (hah), this story will end in the next chapter... But there WILL be a sequel! I want to advertise this as much as possible; it will be called 'It's Not That Simple.'
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