The List: Extended Version.
Well, it's another one of my Stendy one shots/drabbles that popped up in my head as I was binge watching South Park. This one shot is based on the season eleven finale, The List, in which Stan and Wendy get back together after four fucking seasons, so I decided to write an extended version to the final scene of Stan barfing twice on Wendy.
I consider this to be the third installment of my series of one shots/drabbles from various South Park episodes that have something related to Stan and Wendy in it.
Rating: K+
Pairing: Stendy (Stan Marsh/Wendy Testaburger)
Word Count: 1862
DISCLAIMER: I don't own South Park or anything related to it. South Park belongs to South Park Studios, Comedy Central and to the legends themselves, Matt Stone and Trey Parker.
"Stan, it's been really great hanging out with you again. I feel like you've changed somehow, in a really awesome way.", Wendy admitted, her eyes immediately meeting Stan's.
The raven haired boy felt his heart flutter at the loving words of his ex-girlfriend. He was glad to see that Wendy was seeing him in a much positive light after their breakup, even though the circumstances in which they were again on speaking terms hadn't been exactly the greatest.
Stan was overjoyed with the fact that he could speak to Wendy normally again, but was even more relieved and happy to see that his best friend was okay after finding out the truth about the forged list. Kyle had seemed to take it relatively well, at least for now.
"Yeah well, I guess a lot of things... change, don't they?", Stan and Wendy mirrored the smiles on their faces, staring deeply into each other's eyes.
This was the moment both of them had been waiting for such a long time.
A long time had passed since Wendy dumped Stan, but neither of them were willing for this moment to go to waste. This was the perfect time for them to fix their relationship once again, and to be much more positive towards one another, happier and closer than before.
Scooting just a little closer towards the adorable girl in front of him, Stan could feel the butterflies in his stomach going bezerk. His cheeks were starting to flush the faint shade of red, beginning to match the color of his poof ball hat.
Were they about to finally kiss properly?
But, before he could lean in and finally kiss Wendy after such a long time, Stan could feel a vomit projectile forming itself in his stomach that was just waiting to be released out of his insides.
No matter how much Stan tried his best to keep the disgusting mess inside him, the nervousness over kissing Wendy got the best of him quickly. Unfortunately, instead of his lips landing on Wendy's, a splash of his stomach content soon found its way out of Stan's mouth and landed directly in the face of the raven haired girl.
"BLEURGHHHH."
But him puking on Wendy hadn't been over just yet.
"BLEURGHHHH."
After the second splash of vomit hit Wendy's face, Stan immediately turned around on the spot and coughed out the remainder of the disgusting mess from his throat. After spitting out the rest of vomit, he quickly glanced over at Wendy, who stood in her spot, with a rather surprising expression on her face. Her face, gorgeous black locks and a pink beret were covered in Stan's vomit.
"Ewww Stan, gross!", Wendy shrieked at Stan immediately, using her glove to wipe off the vomit off her face.
An immediate expression of guilt spread across Stan's face, as he watched Wendy trying to clean herself up as best as she could.
"Shit Wendy, I'm so, so fucking sorry."
Stan immediately scooted closer to Wendy, using the sleeve of his jacket to clean the vomit out of her black locks. She smirked at him.
"It's okay Stan, I've gotten used to it. I know this is the way you express your feelings for me, and now I know that you're mine again. As much as it's disgusting, I don't give a fuck."
Stan's eyes widened in surprise at the not so angry tone in Wendy's voice. He honestly thought that he had completely fucked his chance to make up with her, and to finally kiss her.
But, this wasn't something that he hadn't done before, and ironically, Wendy had seemed much less grossed out by being doused in Stan's vomit.
"Well, you did change for the better, but your barfing hadn't.", Wendy replied back sarcastically, using the sleeves of her light purple jacket to wipe off the remains of Stan's vomit off of her face.
"I guess that's something that'll never change, will it?"
"Mhmm, I dunno'. It depends on you and how much more are you still willing to deal with that shit."
Stan's expression dropped into a smirk, as he listened patiently to Wendy's rambles. A smile appeared on his face, before he parted his lips and began to speak.
"When it comes to you, I can't help myself from throwing up. But, you are crazy to think that I won't be persistent towards stopping myself from coating you in my vomit."
An appreciative smile popped up on Wendy's face.
The raven haired girl could tell Stan had changed for the better since their breakup. Seeing just how far he was willing to go and make his best friend feel better, made her heart soar. And it also made her think about giving their relationship a second chance.
Because why not?
"So...", Stan began awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck nervously, trying to think of what to say next. Wendy tilted her head to the side, raising her eyebrow curiously. She had a rather calm facial expression, despite being the unfortunate victim to the content from Stan's stomach a few minutes ago.
"Thanks for voting me the third cutest boy in the class."
A smile on Wendy's face widened even more.
"Well, you can still thank the girls, not me. If it were for me, I would've put you on the number one spot.", Wendy admitted as she took a step closer to her again-boyfriend. Pinching the tip of Stan's nose playfully, a giddy smile remained spread on her face.
Even after being showered in Stan's vomit, that wasn't going to stop Wendy from projecting her true feelings for Stan, even if it meant being covered in vomit once again. After all, that was something that happened the exact time she tried to kiss Stan for the first time.
But much to her dismay, Wendy was snapped out of her daydream by Stan speaking up.
"I still can't believe girls manipulated the list just so they could get free shoes.", he pondered, taking out a packet of tissues from the pocket of his jacket. He gently wiped away the slightly dried up chunks of vomit off of Wendy's face and jacket. The black haired girl could feel her cheeks flushing pink at Stan's gentle touch.
"Well, I immediately thought something was fishy when I saw Clyde on the number one spot. I thought girls were either going to vote you, Token, Craig or Kyle the cutest."
"And all of this happened just because of their love for shoes."
"I can't blame them. Dating Clyde for sure meant getting freebies, especially to Bebe. My God, she's gonna hear it from me when they release her.", Wendy rolled her eyes at the thought of her blonde best friend threatening her with a gun. And all because for a pair of killer shoes.
"How are you going to solve this issue with her? If I'm not mistaken, it's not like you have had a fight this big before..."
"I guess talking with her about everything will be the best idea, and of course, choosing someone else to take over the list council who would make sure that these fuck ups don't happen again!"
"There you go. You are sufficiently cleaned up. I did my best, heh.", Stan laughed sheepishly, as he finished cleaning his vomit off of Wendy.
The raven haired beauty still had a giddy smile on her face, but this time, she took Stan's hands and locked them with hers, much to his surprise. Wendy cleared her throat before she began to speak.
"I guess we could give us another try?", she smiled shyly at Stan. She bit down on her lip nervously, waiting for him to respond.
Us.
The one syllable kept on repeating in Stan's head, as he felt his heart racing faster. He immediately tightened his grip on Wendy's hands, and interlaced their fingers.
"Yeah, I guess we could. I mean, everything's pretty black and white to me.", he responded back. An elated grin spread across Wendy's face, as she moved slightly closer this time.
Again feeling the nervous sensation forming inside him, Stan immediately shook off the queasiness and put all of his attention on Wendy, who was now dangerously close to his lips. The dark haired girl brushed her lips against Stan's for the briefest moment
She felt Stan letting go of one of her hands and placing his own hand behind her head, pushing it forward and pressing their lips together into a sweet peck. They stayed like that for the shortest second possible, but Stan decided to try and kiss Wendy further.
They had never kissed further than a simple peck, but why the hell they couldn't go slightly further this time around? With they relationship re-built, Stan felt a lot more confident when it came to kissing Wendy again, even if it meant swallowing down disgusting queasy sensations.
Their lips moved together in a tender, slow rhythm. Stan's free hand was on Wendy's cheek, stroking it with his thumb. Wendy brought her hand to his waist, bringing him slightly closer to her. The dark haired couple swapped some giggles and chuckles between their kisses, before they reluctantly pulled away from each other.
Not even the stale scent of vomit in the air was going to stop them from enjoying their newly re-built relationship and confidence in both of them.
Smiling like an absolute idiot at Wendy, Stan planted a small, tender peck on cheek, pulling her in into a hug, squeezing her tightly around her shoulders. The dark haired girl giggled at the sensation of her boyfriend hugging the life out of her, as she quickly reciprocated the hug.
"Well, does that sparkle with you?", smirking cheekily at Stan, Wendy down on her lip as the raven haired boy immediately mirrored the smirk, clutching his girlfriend closer to him.
"Sunshine.", Stan grinned cheekily at Wendy once more, before leaning in and pecking her soft lips again.