Stendy vs Candy
Wendy had tried everything. She ruined his favourite things. She yelled at him over things that were his fault. She even spread rumours about him. You may ask why she did these things. She did them to get some form of angry reaction. To show that he wasn't a pushover.
She never got this reaction. Because Stan Marsh was, indeed, a pushover.
And now Wendy was desperate. She needed to know that there was a man in Stan who would not take this while lying down. So that's why she hit him.
It wasn't a slap across the cheek either. It was a closed fist punch. Right in the nose. As blood began to trickle out of the boys eyes, Wendy actually felt sort of bad. Until he looked at her and managed an unsure smile. Then she was just pissed.
"Why do you let me do that!" Wendy yelled at the boy. His unsure smile got even smaller, as though he didn't want to do the wrong thing. He probably was scared of angering her more.
"Because I love you" His voice was nasal, almost an exact replica of Craig Tucker. He meant the words to be love filled and calm her.
"You're such a pussy. We're over, Stan" and she turned on her heel and walked down the street, not sparing one glance at the black haired boy. If she had, she would have seen those words broke him more than all the hurt she had tried to inflict on him. The sight would have made her sick.
She continued her fast paced walk down the street. She was following her hearts true desire. She had tried to put it off, tried to change Stan to what she wanted. She knew her peers would ridicule her choice. They all thought the boy was mean spirited, had no heart. And they would call Wendy stupid for even considering him. Hell, he'd probably call her stupid too. And, in a way, that's what she wanted.
She knocked on the door and waited. Her heart was racing, pumping blood fast thru her veins. It was almost enough to make her pass out. She almost wished she had.
The door swung open, revealing the massive form of the fat boy Eric Cartman. He smirked at her, the dust of cheesy poofs still on his chin and crumbs down his front. This would have disgusted anyone, except Wendy.
"Well, well, well. If the hippy bitch hasn't grovelled back from her pussy boyfriend. Couldn't handle his wimpyness, so you came to the master. Heh" The fat boy laughed cruelly and, deep in her heart, Wendy knew it was with him she would stay.
I can't let Stan win, apparently.
If the mentions of abuse offended anyone, I'm sorry, but it was necessary for the plot.
I'm thinking for the next chapter may be a little different. It'll involve 4 different couples. Not sure how great it'll work but the characters are going to be Kenny, Craig, Tweek and Butters. You'll get what I mean. So it'll be more like a love square I suppose?