Kyle

"What has Bebe got that I haven't?" Cartman asks in a depressed tone.

"Would you shut up about that? We got bigger problems to deal with." Stan said and he was right. What the hell was I thinking? I broke up Stan and Wendy… no matter how they want to put it, I broke them up. Now Stan and Wendy haven't spoken a word to each other for nearly a month. I got Stan, and Bebe has Wendy but everything is happening so fast. They can't forget the past that quickly, I know they can't and the problem is… what if this doesn't work out?

"Dude, I don't know what you guys are worried about… you two always liked each other. No matter how much you tried to hide your love for each other under your 'best friends' label, you were meant for each other." Cartman said, that was something that shocked both me and Stan.

"It's not that… I feel guilty, I did this…" I lamely stated.

"Of cause you feel guilty, you're a Jew. If you didn't kill Jesus maybe things would have been better for you. Wendy and Bebe look happy together as well. This wasn't destruction, this was… liberation, you freed Stan and Wendy. They were in a relationship that neither of them wanted anymore." Wow Cartman is on fire with his words today, I'm even going to let that Jew thing slide.

"How do you know that neither of them wanted it anymore? Did… do you still want Wendy?" I ask Stan. His beautiful bluish eyes stare into mine, for a second I felt like I could drown into them, into him, into our love.

"I… I like Wendy but I don't love her, at least I don't think I do…" Stan isn't even sure himself, what have I done?

"That's it… I'm going to go talk to Wendy right now…" I say getting up from Stan's couch. How did it end like this? Stan and Wendy loved each other, at the very least… liked each other… now they are enemies. He sacrificed so much for me, what if I can't live up to his fantasy? What if I can't be the perfect boyfriend?

I don't know anything about pleasing a man. I knew I was never good with the ladies but I never thought I would be… a homosexual. But am I really gay? I mean we are just teenagers, maybe this is an experimental phase and if it is, then I broke up a couple that could have last till death did them apart.

It was a very cold winter morning, I could feel my soul freeze more and more as I walked to Wendy's house. I have to do this, for Stan and Wendy. I knock on her door and after a minute the door is opened to reveal Bebe with a warm smile.

"Oh Hey Kyle, what's up?" She seemed very relaxed and happy but that's just usual bubbly Bebe for you. Can someone with such a care-free personality actual love someone that is so serious?

"Can I talk to Wendy?" I ask.

"What happened? You and Stan not working out? Now you want to break me and Wendy up too? Fat chance!" Those were the harshest words she has ever said to me. Well I guess she definitely has a lot of passion for Wendy, maybe breaking Stan and Wendy was for the best, I know neither of them will see it that way right now.

"It's not like that… I want to sort this out, I love Stan… you love Wendy and both of those are vice-versa so why has this rivalry formed?" Bebe looked at me carefully, she looked in limbo herself. She just like me has been dragged into the infantry, we are dying on the front line, while trying to protect our love… is this some kind of proxy war between me and Bebe?

"Come in," Bebe said opening the door. I enter the house and instantly catch Wendy sitting quietly in the living room, reading her physics notes.

"Studying huh?" I ask, I guess that wasn't a good way to start things but I said it before I thought it.

"Yeah, what do you want?" Wendy said staring at me.

"I want to… talk? Do you have some spare time?" I ask her in the nicest manner I could. I would understand why she wouldn't want to talk to me, I caused her break-up with Stan.

"I am much happier with Bebe, I don't want you or Stan around me again." Wendy spitted out in fury.

"I know you're happier with Bebe and I think Stan is happier with me, that's not the point. We used to be all so close before all of this… I never wanted to break you and Stan up…" Wendy closed her physics book and looked directly at me in a cold stare.

"Well you did it anyways, didn't you?"

"Did you really love Stan just before you broke up? Stan… I don't think he did." Wow, after breaking them up I am going the wrong way about fixing things up.

"No, that's not the point… I felt our love slipping away but it wasn't time that broke us apart, it was you. Before it was like your best friends and it was hard to get time with Stan alone, it was like you never wanted me and Stan to be together. Slowly you were breaking us apart, whether you knew it or not" Wendy said.

"It's not like that…"

"Then what was it like? 'Hey Stan want to see a movie?', 'sure,' and then you had to always be there… always, then you came with us too. Like a spy in disguise, you slowly worked on breaking us apart."

"I… well, I just wanted to kind of come over here and fix things up. We used to be friends, I mean I always liked you. I was so glad that you were dating my best friend, I mean your pretty and all but your not one of those stuck up bitches that play with their cell phones all day."

"Yeah and you ended that, now please leave before you cause me anymore pain," Wendy said bitterly. She was not going to let this pass right now, maybe one day she will forgive me but not today. Today, she loathed me for what I had done, for what Stan had done, for what is happening. I wish things could work out between the three of us but for now, she is hurting and nothing I can say or do will change that.

A/N: I don't know if this is a good way to end a story but that's it. So what did you think?