Stan's POV

Chapter 20-

Feelings.

"For the last time Litzy is fine! She wasn't even at school that day, so there isn't even any use of worrying about it," Zody frowned, making it obvious that she was annoyed with me. What could I say? I had been out for the past week due to my grandpa's death. All I can say is that I'm surprised he didn't die earlier. When he did die, I had been pretty torn up about it. At least he's a lot happier, I hope. My attention returned back to Zody, who was standing next to Kyle and Roxanne. They had thought something bad had happened to me when I was out, but nope, I was just mourning.

My expression had turned soft after that, they had cared about me at least. All I did as soon as I saw them was ask if Litzy was okay. Sure they never understood why I didn't break up with Wendy when I told them I had feelings for her. They didn't understand that I couldn't break up with Wendy. I had been to attached to her, and I just couldn't let go. "Besides, Wendy died and you don't even seem to care," Roxanne pointed out before I could say anything. Realization hit me as soon as I heard that, I was too caught up in worrying about Litzy that I hadn't even thought to ask about Wendy. Maybe I had pushed her out of my mind so I could stop feeling so hurt. That would be impossible, and how was I supposed to get the time to ask anyone if she was okay? Today had been a half day, and I had been so damn busy rushing along like nobodies business to even think about it.

"Wendy's dead?"

"Yeah, dude. I tried to tell you a while ago but you just kept sobbing and saying that your grandpa was doing nothing when that truck hit 'em. If I didn't know better, you didn't even know about the school shooting in the first place," Kyle sighed. Actually, I did know about the school shooting. I knew about everything because the school called us and was telling us about who got hurt. But me being me, didn't listen to them and just hung up. Now I feel like a real jackass, because I didn't find out about the shooting until I met up with Kyle and them earlier. "Sorry, man." My eyes traced down, I didn't want his pity. All I wanted to do was to curl up on the grass. It looked so inviting, so green and lush.

Roxanne seemed to notice my down mood, and she grinned. "Why don't we go out to eat at Shakey's!"

"That place is still open?" Zody blinked, and crossed her arms. I looked up at her, she'd put up with me for so long. I wonder if I could ever thank her for letting me be such a unforgiving ass. Probably not, I thought as I attempted to look away from her. It was hard, her auburn hair looked as if it was set on fire by the sun and it looked so odd. Then again, she was odd in general.

Kyle nodded, "Yeah, pretty weird, huh? Anyways, I don't have any better to do. You guys can help me get with Brandie. I'm not sure how to deal with girls like that anymore." Roxanne and Zody seemed more than happy to help him with his odd dilemma. I didn't even know he liked her like that, and here I was thinking that I knew everything about him.

"I guess that means I'm in too," Zody grinned and looked over at me anxiously.

"I'm gonna walk around the track for a while. To you know, think." I said, obviously letting down Zody. She didn't seem to saddened by it, and she just turned her face to the blue sky. It was oddly clear today, not a single cloud insight. For miles it would go on, just gracing the world with it's utter beauty.

Roxanne sighed, "Alright, see you later." With that, they all walked off and left me to my lonesome.

The wind rushed through my hair as I ran, but I didn't know what I was running to. Most important things in my life where long gone, and my friends seemed annoyed by me. It would have been nice if one of those jackasses had come out here with me. I needed to talk to someone, but I wasn't one of those girly ass guys who need to express their feelings. Fuck, I'm not even sure what I'm talking about anymore. Not even the nice weather can stop me from becoming a Goth fag. Speaking of them, I wonder what happened to them. The last I heard was that An and Dylan had started dating and where being followed around by Alice. For some fucking reason that chick hates me, and the whole cheer team. She always has, and probably always will. I mean damn, it's the November of our senior year, and she still hasn't gotten over what happened to her.

My mind continued to race as I sped up, my feet taking me around the track. But the sound of distress, and popping drew me away from my thoughts. No other but Litzy stood at the soccer goal, continuously kicking a ball. Every time her aim is a little off, her strength not enough, or she trips over her feet. It's actually pretty funny after a while, and she seems to notice me standing here laughing like an idiot.

Litzy puffed out her cheeks, then let them deflate before marching over to me. Her face was bright red, and I couldn't really tell if it was a blush or just from her running. "Are you stalking me?"

"No"

"Then why are you here?" she laughed a bit, and crossed her arms. Our eyes met, and I could tell that for once she was being serious. What was I going to tell her? Oh I was just walking around thinking about how I care more about you than the girl that I loved for most of my life. Tough situations aren't my strong suit. After a while of silence she spoke up, "Well?"

"I was uh-" I paused. There wasn't a way I could think of a single damned thing. "No reason. I was just walking. You seem to be having some-uh-difficulties. Want me to help?"

Litzy looked determined, and she pushed out her chest while holding her head high. "Nope, I'm perfectly capable of doing things on my own ." What was that supposed to mean? I'm not some sexist asshole who thinks that women can't do shit for themselves. That's Cartman. Speaking of Cartman, how can him of all people get a girlfriend? Reese is her name, I think. I'm not sure, we haven't talked since middle school. He went on to attempt to become the next Hitler while I'm attempting to become a football player and live out my dad's dream of me becoming a sports star. But it's really been getting old with him always getting into fights on the stands. The older he gets, the more frustrated he seems with others.

I sighed and rolled my eyes, not really wanting to get into a conversation about how I'm not sexist. "Alright then. Why are you out here anyways?"

"Because I'm trying to practice soccer so I can get on the soccer team with Ace. She's way more athletic than me and it's really annoying," she sighed and relaxed her position a bit more. Why is she even friends with that cocky bitch? Ace annoys the hell out of me and she always has, it might be because of how she's friends with Craig, but I'm not even sure. Kenny hasn't been talking to me as much anymore because of that. Craig and I have never really gotten along, and now, I swear one day I'll kill him. Maybe when we're old, you know, if someone else hasn't killed him first.

With a small chuckle, I decide that it shouldn't hurt much If I did help her. Besides, why would she get mad if I wanted to help her out? "Well then it shouldn't hurt if I helped you practice." Litzy seemed to ponder this before nodding her head.

"Fine," She smiled to herself, seeming almost a bit giddy. It shocked me to be honest, that she would let me help her this willingly. Girls are weird, and I want everything to do with them.

Litzy and I made our way to the field, where the black and white ball sat. She jogged over to it and kicked it over to me. This was how we spent the rest of the day, until it finally begin to chill over and become the cold world we knew. A shiver from Litzy made me realize that it would be best to stop before she got a cold. "I think we should stop," I said, worry stinging my voice. I just really hope she doesn't realize it.

"We can't."

"Why not?"

"We just can't! I need to be amazing at this!" Litzy groaned, throwing her hands up. She did realize that tryouts weren't for another 4 months. Or maybe she thought she was that bad. All I could do was sigh in content before walking over to her.

"I think we should go in," I paused as she gave another shiver and a small cough. That was it, I couldn't let her be cold. Slowly I slid off my jacket and before she could say another word I put it over her shoulders. "Hey, why don't we go get something to eat?"

Litzy blushed, then smiled. "How about Shakey's?"

"Sounds good."

"Welcome to Shakey's! Table or Booth?" the waitress smiled. She looked familiar, it might have been the blue eyes or frizzy hair, but I just couldn't shake the feeling that I knew her.

"Booth," Litzy said before I could even remember that she had asked a question. Litzy didn't seem to happy with our waitress, maybe she recognized her too. "Oh and Bebe, if you don't mind, can you pull down your skirt? It's riding your ass." Ah, that's who it was. I forgot that Litzy didn't like Bebe. I'm not sure why, at first she seems like a bitch, but after a while you realize that she's actually really smart and cool.

"Ugh, put a sock in it airhead," Bebe shot back, before looking behind her. "I mean, oh thank you. Here at Shakey's we sure honor our costumers advice," She growled. That must be her boss who's behind her. Litzy smiled in glee at Bebe's answer, before sliding into the booth that Bebe had led us to. I slid in across from her, and picked up one of the menus that Bebe had laid out. "What the hell do you want to drink?"

"Don't be so rude, Bebe. We're you're customers. Anyways, say it nicely or we will take our business the fuck elsewhere!" Litzy said, trying not to giggle. Apparently this was all joyous to her, and the view of her boss in the background surely didn't give Bebe any hope for surviving this encounter. Well played, Litzy. Well played.

Bebe sighed, "Fine. What would you like to drink?" she even through in a complementary smile. Even though I knew it was fake, it was nice for the though of it.

"Oh! I would like a ," Litzy giggled.

"Make that two."

"Alright, got it. I'll be back with your drinks soon," Bebe said through gritted teeth before walking off. It was hard not to catch myself starring at her ass. It was sure hanging out from the bottom of that skirt. Also, it was hard not to notice something as nice as that.

Litzy and I sat in silence for a while, Bebe had came and take our order as well as giving us our drinks. I'm just hoping she doesn't spit in our food. I couldn't help my eyes moving around the building though. The dark brown walls and colorful posters hung delightfully across the place. T.V's in the corner playing the Denver Bronco's football game. Just as we score a touch down I hear a loud 'woot' coming from across the building. It was none other than Zody, how could I forget that they came here?

Zody looked down, embarrassed by her outburst. She had always been so into competitive sports, and loved a good game. Even more than that she loved the Broncos. She even sported a orange Broncos hoodie that she wore everyday. It seemed to suit her though, if I don't say so myself. She looked back up and looked around, her face overcome with a distinct blush. Our eyes met, hers questioning, and mine apologetic. Her eyes flickered to Litzy, her face taking a grimace to it. I've never seen her look sad before, and now, was the first time I have. She looked back at me, and gave me a sad smile. Her eyes began to water over before she jumped out of the booth and ran into the bathrooms with Roxanne following close behind. What did I do?

"Is she okay?" Litzy asked, I turned my attention back to her and sighed.

"Probably" Lies.

She smiled and took a sip of her drink. Our eyes met and stayed for a moment before she turned her head away. Litzy's face was overwhelmed with a blush and she seemed like she wasn't sure what to do next. "Thanks for um-" she paused, her face getting redder with every word. "Taking me here as y'know, friends I guess." Litzy swallowed hard, twirling a piece of blonde hair around her finger. I bet I was blushing just as much as she was.

"Yeah, as friends." I said, a sad smile taking to my face. I wonder if she knew that I'd give anything to be more than friends. Anything to say that she was mine, and I can stick up for her without being asked why. She needs someone to watch after her, someone so clumsy and crazy, well, they need someone. At least, that's my theory. "Actually Litzy-"

"Huh?"

"I don't want to be friends."

Litzy looked down, moving her hand to make an arch with the other. "I understand." she whispered, it was obvious that she was sad. With a sigh she went to get up, but I grabbed her hand. Why would she get up anyways? It wasn't like she was going to walk home or something. This was stupid, what am I doing. Stan get a hold of yourself you fucking fag. "What?" she said, her voice becoming harsh.

"I didn't mean it like that, I meant I want to be more than friends," I stood up as her expression changed to disbelief. Maybe this was all happening too fast for her, dammit, I couldn't help it though. "Litzy, I love you." before she could say another word I pressed my lips to hers. We stood there for a few minutes, completely forgetting that we were in a restaurant. Completely forgetting that Zody had come back and she was visibly crying. Never did I know why she was, I need to ask her tomorrow.

Litzy moved her arms around my neck, and tilted her head a bit. My actions were similar as I moved my arms around her waist. "Get a room!" Roxanne shouted, she seemed angrier than usual. I wasn't sure why she was this time. Damn, am I the subject of abuse here lately? It didn't matter though, Litzy had already pulled away. Her face was redder than before, as if someone had taken a torch and set it under her pale face. "Litzy Wellz, will you go out with me?"

"Yes." Was the last thing said before I drove her home.

Question of the Chapter: What do you think was wrong with Zody?

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