Stan sat in his darkened room listening to depressing music, staining his pillow with tears. The information that his second best friend had stole his girlfriend was like a kick to the face… From a horse… With shit on its hoof… And the shit was filled with shards of broken glass… It fucking sucked, is what I'm trying to say.
The boy had made it extremely clear to his remaining friends, family, and everyone else around him that he did not want to be bothered, had he not expressly stated it then his overall demeanor should have spoken far louder than words. At least he thought it should've, but judging by the knock at his door it would appear that someone didn't quite get the message.
"Go away." he stated loud and clear.
"Stan, can I talk to you for a minute?" he heard his father request through the door.
"No." the boy answered.
"I've got something for ya." the older man offered.
Stan gave in couldn't help but give in to his curiosity, "What is it?"
Randy let himself in, flooding the room with the first light it had seen all day. After turning on the light he shut the door and sat down next to his son, handing him a beer "Don't tell your mom." he instructed.
The boy took the can and stared at it, it's not like he was a stranger to booze, he'd snuck plenty of his dad's beer and even kept a bottle of whiskey hidden in his dresser drawer. But the fact that he was just given parental permission was… Unexpected, to say the least. "Thanks." he stated before cracking open the can.
"So, I hear you've got woman troubles."
Stan nodded as he sipped his drink, "I just found out that Kenny's been dating Wendy behind my back." he relayed.
"Wait, McCormick's kid?" the man asked, Stan nodded and Randy silently celebrated to himself 'I knew he wasn't gay, the guys at the bar owe me fifty bucks!' he noted before getting back to the issue at hand, "Aw man, that really sucks."
"Yeah, tell me about it."
The two sat in silence for a moment before Randy opened his mouth again, "You know, back when I was around your age, I had a girlfriend that cheated on me." he explained.
"What did you do?" Stan asked.
"I cried… A lot." Randy admitted, "In the middle of the school parking lot where everyone could see me." he added. He pissed himself too but he wasn't about to admit that. "And I got pretty depressed for a while. Until your grandfather gave me some advice."
"What did he say?" the boy asked curiously.
Randy smacked the beer out of his son's hands and onto the floor before jumping to his feet, "QUIT BEING SUCH A LITTLE FAGGOT! BACK WHEN I WAS YOUR AGE I WOULD'VE KICKED SOMEBODY'S ASS JUST FOR LOOKING AT MY GIRL! OH WAH WAH WAH, I'M SO SAD, I'M JUST GONNA CRY AND PISS MY PANTS AND ACT LIKE A FUCKING PUSSY! YOU'RE A MAN AREN'T YOU?! SO GET OUT THERE AND GET YOUR FUCKING WOMAN BACK, YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT!" he quoted before spitting in his son's face.
"DAD, WHAT THE FUCK?!"
"Your grandfather was a very blunt man from a different time, Stanley." the man expressed, "Just be glad I left out the part where he beat me with a garden hose."
Stan considered the words that were just screamed at him, in that moment he came to two logical conclusions: The first one was that he couldn't just lay around feeling sorry for himself, he needed to go out and fight for what's his! As for the second conclusion, "Grandpa was kind of an asshole, wasn't he?" he vocalized.
"Well, he's in a better place now, calling Jesus a hippie freak and telling God to kiss his ass." Randy mused.
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Grandpa Marsh sat in Hell, screaming as he was jabbed with a pitchfork "YOU CALL THIS TORTURE?! I GOT TORTURED WORSE THAN THIS AT THE OLD FOLKS HOME! COME ON, PUT YOUR SHOULDERS INTO IT! I KNOW I DIDN'T KILL AS MANY PEOPLE AS I DID IN THE WAR JUST FOR SOME LITTLE PUSSY EXCUSE FOR A DEMON TO TICKLE ME WITH A BIG FORK!"
"I'm trying my best!" the demon defended.
"AW, WHAT'S THE MATTER, YOU GONNA CRY?! YOU'RE ALMOST AS BAD AS MY WORTHLESS EXCUSE FOR A SON! YOU MAKE ME SICK!" the old man berated before spitting in the demon's face.
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Kenny wasn't entirely sure if Stan knowing about him and Wendy made his life easier or harder. On one hand, now he didn't have to go through the awkward task of telling Stan the truth himself. On the other, not telling Stan himself made Kenny look like even more of a scumbag.
He knew he wasn't getting out of this one with all his bridges in tact, the worst case scenario would be Stan and Kyle never talking to him again, 'I wonder who'd get custody of Cartman if that happened.' he mused to himself, 'Well, since this is the worst case scenario, I guess it would be me.'
The teenager walked across the lunchroom, his tray of barely edible school-provided welfare lunch in his hands as he made his way to the table where he, Stan, Kyle, Cartman, and Butters usually sat, only to find that the only one missing was the one he needed to see, "Oh shit, look out you guys, Hippie-Fucker 2.0 is here!" Cartman joked.
"Dude, putting '2.0' at the end of an old joke doesn't make it new material." Kenny informed as he placed his tray on the table and sat down.
"What the fuck do you want, Kenny?" Kyle coldly greeted.
"Fifty trash bags full of weed, a beautiful girl, and a billion dollars, preferably all laid out for me on a beach in Hawaii." the boy answered, "I take it you've already heard I'm a quarter of the way to that dream?" he questioned.
"I can't believe you'd do this to Stan." Kyle reprimanded.
"Y-yeah Kenny, this is pretty messed up of you to do." Butters added, "I wouldn't have believed it if I didn't hear ya say it with my own two ears."
Kenny looked at the other boy, "Oh yeah, you're the little rat that squeaked, aren't you?"
Butters tensed up at the accusation, "I-I-I had to tell him Ken, I just-"
"Shut up." Kenny instructed before patting the boy's head, "It's my own fault for not coming clean sooner. You did the right thing."
"You know Stan's a wreck because of you, right?" Kyle proceeded, "He didn't even come to school today."
"I'll be sure to apologize the next time I see him." the boy assured.
"That's not good enough!"
"Well then what is?!" Kenny erupted, "What, am I supposed to dump Wendy and crawl back on my knees begging for forgiveness?"
"Kind of!" he answered.
"Well then he's just gonna have to get over it because that's not gonna fucking happen!"
"Oh shit, you're putting hoes before bros!" Cartman intruded.
"Call my girlfriend a hoe again and I'll make that shit you did to Scott Tenorman look like a fucking joke." Kenny promised.
"Jesus, calm the fuck down dude. What, did Wendy make you forget how to take a joke already?" the heavyset teenager asked, "I mean, it looks like she's already changing the way you dress."
"What the hell are you talking about?" the boy questioned, examining his outfit, "When was the last time I ever wore anything besides jeans and my parka?"
"When was the last time you spent this long with your hood down?" Cartman shot back.
Kenny felt his head to realize the prick was right, 'Holy shit, I'm exposed!' he thought to himself. He thought back to the last time he had it up and realized his face had been on full display for the world to see since yesterday in the bathroom with Douchebag and Craig. "Well, so what? I look damn good, why shouldn't I show off?" he asked.
"Let me guess, your girlfriend wanted to see your face better?" Kyle condescended.
"You know giving me shit about having a girlfriend isn't gonna change my mind, right?"
"You really don't give a shit about your friends at all, do you?" the other boy accused.
Kenny took a moment to process that little remark, surely he must have heard wrong, "I'm sorry, what did you just say?" the boy questioned as his eye started to twitch, "I mean, it sounded a lot like you said I don't give a shit about my friends, but that can't be right after ALL THE SHIT I'VE DONE FOR YOU ASSHOLES!"
"K-Kenny-"
"NOT NOW BUTTERS!" he silenced, "Remind me Kyle, who's the guy that always fixes your car for free?! How many times have I gone down into the sewer whenever one of you idiots drop your phone in a grate?! How many dumbass schemes have I gone along with just so I could get in trouble, or hurt, or worse, only for you guys to brush me off like some kind of afterthought?! 'Oh my god, they killed Kenny! You bastards!' yeah, that's a real funny catchphrase, I love hearing it EVERY. FUCKING. TIME I fade out of consciousness after something fucking horrible happens to me!"
"What the fuck's he talking about?" Cartman whispered to Kyle, only for him to shrug in confusion.
"And now, the one fucking time I do something for myself, you've got the absolute BALLS to say I don't care about you guys?! You know what, you're absolutely fucking right, I don't care! Screw you guys, I'm going home!" Kenny finished before getting up and dumping his lunch on Kyle's head.
"ASSHOLE!" the boy shouted in retaliation, "Can you fucking believe him?!" Kyle asked.
"What the f-fuck is wrong with you?!" Butters questioned.
"What?! Butters, are you serious?"
"Look, just because Kenny's doin' kind of a scummy thing doesn't mean he don't care about us! You know d-darn well he'd do anything for us!"
"Have you seen what he's doing to Stan?!"
"Well, m-maybe Stan needs to get the heck over it and move on!" Butters suggested, "Y-ya know, I used to get real mad when people would talk about you guys, sayin' you're a bunch of a-buttholes, b-but I'm startin' to think they were onto somethin'. Y-you can be just as mean as Eric sometimes, ya know that Kyle?" the boy stated as he got up and walked away.
As Kyle was stunned into silence by Butters' sudden boldness, Cartman decided to pose a question, "Why the fuck am I still getting shit on even though I didn't do anything wrong this time?!"
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"I can't fucking believe him!" Kenny vented as he paced the concrete, dragging a cigarette, "Actually, scratch that, I totally fucking believe it! Of course he's gonna take Stan's side, he always takes Stan's side! He's such a predictable little conformist!" he exclaimed, his eyes widening in realization as he turned to address the goth kids "Okay… I think I get where you guys are coming from now."
"Welcome to the dark side." Firkle Stated.
Kenny sucked off the last drag of his cigarette and put it out on his shoe, tossing it into an adjacent dumpster before kicking the trash receptacle in frustration… Multiple times. "So, does this count as being cut from the umbilical cord of conformity?" he asked.
The goth kids all looked at each other, nodding in silent agreement, "You're not a goth… But, you're safe here." Michael assured.
Kenny grinned at the bit of acceptance he'd earned from the group he once considered annoying and pretentious, "You guys are alright." he complimented.
"THERE YOU ARE!" the boy heard his friend(?) shout from behind him.
"Hey Stan." he greeted before turning around, "I guess we've got some shit to talk about?"
"I'm gonna fucking kill you!" Stan threatened.
'Yeah, probably.' Kenny thought.
"How the hell could you do this to me?!"
"Look dude, I'm sorry I went behind your back and I'm sorry you had to hear the news from Butters, but I'm not gonna apologize for dating Wendy."
"YOU KNOW I LOVE HER!" the other boy shouted.
"Yeah? Well so do I!" Kenny proclaimed, "If you've got a problem with that then tough shit!"
"You don't deserve her!"
"Oh, and you do?! Fuck off! Maybe you should've spent more time with her if you cared so damn much!"
"I'M GONNA KICK YOUR FUCKING ASS!"
Kenny scoffed "Seriously? You're gonna kick my ass?" he questioned, "What, are we back in the third grade when we'd take turns kicking each other in the nuts until we fall down to settle shit?"
Stan charged the other boy and punched him square in the face as hard as he could, knocking him back slightly.
He wiped the blood from his nose and shook his head, "Alright cocksucker. That, was your one free shot!" he proclaimed before tackling his (Now officially) ex-friend into the ground and punching the fuck out of him.
Stan took a few hits before managing to dodge one, sending Kenny's fist straight into the concrete. He used the moment where the other boy was grabbing his sore hand to push him off and knock him back with another punch to the nose, "You're fucking dead, McCormick!" he threatened.
Kenny laughed, "Seriously? My little sister punches harder than that!" he proclaimed before kicking the other teenager in the stomach, the sudden impact causing him to drop to his knees and throw up, "Holy shit dude, you smell like a fucking brewery! Have you seriously been drinking?!"
After somewhat coming to his senses, Stan took notice of a brick laying near him and threw it at his opponent before either of them even knew what he was doing.
Kenny was knocked flat on his back on impact, "OW! FUCKIN' ASSHOLE!" he shouted as he grabbed his injured face. Stan got to his feet and stumbled toward his fallen adversary, he could vaguely hear the goth kids shouting at him to stop but he didn't let that distract him. No, the only thing that could break his focus in this moment was the jolt of pain between his legs as Kenny kicked him square in the nuts as hard as he could.
As Stan fell backwards groaning in pain, Kenny leaned up on his elbow and spit out some blood, "Roshambo bitch. I win." he said with a flip of his middle finger before collapsing on his side
The two remained laid out on the ground, both of them writhing in pain as the goth kids surrounded Kenny in concern, "Give him some fucking room, GOD!" Henrietta exclaimed.
"Is he dead?" Firkle questioned.
"Not yet." the boy answered.
"OH MY GOD, WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM?!" the injured boys heard shouted in the one voice the two of them wanted to hear more than anything else in that moment.
Stan painfully smiled as he waited for his girlfriend to rush to his side… But she never came. The boy leaned his head up enough to see the most heartbreaking image he could imagine, Wendy sat across from him with Kenny's head in her lap. He couldn't quite hear what she was saying, but he imagined it was all the things he wanted her to say to himself.
"HOLY SHIT, WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED?!" he heard Kyle's voice question before rushing to his side, "Stan, are you alright?!" he asked.
"GODDAMMIT! WE MISSED ALL THE ACTION!" Cartman's nasally voice complained.
"SHUT UP CARTMAN!" Kyle demanded before turning his attention back to Stan, "Are you alright?" he repeated.
"I'm fine." he coughed out.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU KENNY?!" the boy furiously questioned.
"LEAVE HIM ALONE, ASSHOLE! CAN'T YOU SEE HE'S HURT?!" Wendy shouted in return.
"HE'S HURT?! JUST LOOK AT WHAT HE DID TO STAN!"
"OH, IT'S ALWAYS ABOUT STAN WITH YOU, ISN'T IT?!"
"JUST KEEP YOUR CRAZY BOYFRIEND ON A LEASH!" Kyle commanded.
"OH YEAH?! WELL IF I SEE YOUR BOYFRIEND ANYWHERE NEAR MINE AGAIN THEN I'M GONNA MAKE THIS LOOK LIKE A FUCKING JOKE!" the girl assured as she helped the boy to his feet, "Do you think you can walk, Kenny?" she asked.
"Yeah, yeah I'm fine." he assured before stumbling slightly, "Just help me back to my truck." he requested. She nodded and did just that, "Ya know, you're a lot prettier than the other angels up here. You single?"
Wendy couldn't help but blush at her boyfriend's delirious flirtations, "No, I'm not." she answered.
"Daaamn." Kenny weakly lamented.
Kyle shook his head as he watched the two walk away, 'Unbelievable.' he thought to himself.
"I didn't win her back, did I?" Stan asked.
His best friend shook his head, "You're better off without her Stan." the boy assured.
Meanwhile, instead of paying any mind to his injured friends, Cartman was more preoccupied with more important matters regarding the goth kids, "Seriously?! None of you got it on video?! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU GUYS?!" he angrily questioned.
"Why? So we could post it online for some easily amused conformists to get five minutes of entertainment from the pain of others, while simultaneously bitching about how fucked up and barbaric the human race is on Facebook for the sole purpose of getting three likes to try and fill the empty void in their lives?" Michael asked, "No thanks."
"YOU GUYS FUCKING SUCK!" Cartman exclaimed before stomping off, "Fucking fun-hating goth douches!" he complained to himself.
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Wendy helped her boyfriend into the passenger side of his truck where he pulled out the keys from his coat pocket, "Oh no way, you are not driving right now!" she asserted.
"I'm not, it's for the glove compartment." the boy clarified as he jammed the key in the lock and opened it, pulling out a cigarette pack before climbing back against the driver side door, his legs rested across the seat, "Come on in, it's freezing out."
The girl took the invitation and climbed in after him, shutting the door. She winced as she watched her battered boyfriend light up what she identified as a joint, "I can't believe he did this to you."
"Yeah… Me neither." Kenny stated.
"I really did break you guys up, didn't I?" Wendy lamented.
"Don't you dare blame yourself." the boy reprimanded, "Chef once told me, back when he was still alive, 'Don't ever date the girl your friend likes, don't date your friend's ex, and especially don't date your friend's girlfriend, it's a bad idea… But if you do decide to go through with it then she damn sure better be worth it.' then I think he sang a song about being a backstabbing pig or something, but I forget how it went." he explained, "I knew what I was risking when I started dating you, and I wouldn't change a damn thing if I could. As far as I'm concerned, you're worth it."
"Even after Stan beat the shit out of you?"
Kenny scoffed, "He didn't beat the shit out of me, he started a fight and got the shit kicked out of him. I'd be fine if he didn't throw a fucking brick at me." he explained.
"HE THREW A BRICK AT YOU?!"
"Not so fucking loud!" he requested as he grabbed his head in pain and took a hit from his joint.
"You might have a concussion, we have to get you to the hospital!" Wendy expressed.
"Nah, I'll just sleep it off."
"Kenny, you can't fall asleep with a concussion, you could-"
"Die?" the boy finished, "Look, hospitals are just a huge waste of time for someone who can just blow his brains out and respawn the next morning without a scratch."
Wendy nodded in understanding, "Right, I guess I kind of forgot I'm dating an immortal." she admitted.
"You're also the only one to remember in the first place."
"We never did figure out why, did we?"
Kenny shrugged, "Who cares? What matters to me is that it got us together, so I'm happy with whatever the hell it is." he stated.
"Well I still want to know why I'm the only one." Wendy stated, "It just doesn't make any sense!"
"Don't worry, we'll figure it out eventually." the boy assured, "For now, you wanna cuddle with the bastard child of Cthulhu?"
Wendy couldn't help but giggle at the offer, "I'd like that." she answered with a smile before climbing over to her boyfriend. The girl noticed him wince as she laid back in his lap, "Sorry."
"Don't be." he stated as he held up his joint, "You want a hit?"
She thought about it for a moment, "I shouldn't."
"Come on, you're gonna smell like weed anyway, might as well get the full experience." the boy reasoned.
Wendy considered the offer once more, "Alright, give it here." she relented. Kenny however, did not give her the joint. Instead, he took a long drag from it and put it out in his ash tray, "Hey, what are-"
Before she could finish speaking, Kenny pulled her face to his and kissed her, blowing the smoke into her mouth, a romantic gesture that would be cut short when Wendy started coughing on him and the boy laughed the remaining smoke out of his own mouth, "Sorry, I've always wanted to try that." he admitted.
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"Come on, let's get you home." Kyle said as he helped Stan to the parking lot. Suddenly, Kyle noticed his friend stop dead in his tracks, his attention caught by the sight of Kenny's smoke-filled truck as it rocked slightly, not enough to signify anything beyond a PG-13 rating, but enough to fill Stan's imagination images that wouldn't look out of place in a sleazy porno from the 70s (The sleaziest decade of them all).
Kyle pulled his friend toward his own car and helped him into the passenger seat before making his way to the driver side. He turned on the car and pulled out into the street, sitting in silence for a few minutes before Stan finally said something, "Do you think I was a bad boyfriend?" he asked.
"What? No way dude, she was lucky to have you." his best friend assured, "I mean… Maybe you could've spent more time with her instead of screwing around with us." he suggested.
The boy gave a weak laugh, "Kenny said almost the exact same thing." he admitted with a sigh, "Maybe he's right, maybe I really don't deserve her."
"Come on dude, don't think like that. Kenny's just being a major asshole right now."
"Yeah… I guess."
The two sat in silence before arriving at Stan's house, Randy looked out from the opened garage as his son got out of the car, "There he is! Looks like somebody kicked some ass!" he cheered as Kyle helped his friend to the house, "Let me guess, the other guy's in the hospital, right? I bet that girl couldn't keep her hands off of you!" the man continued as his son started to cry, "Oh shit."
"Stanley!" the boy's mother shouted as she ran outside, "What happened?! Did you get mugged?!"
"It's fine mom." he answered, "I just got into a fight with Kenny."
"A fight? Why would-" the woman began before angrily turning to face her husband, "Dammit Randy! How many times do I have to tell you to stop giving our son advice?!"
"Hey, it wasn't even my advice this time! I just passed on some words of wisdom my father told me when I was his age." he defended
The woman pinched the bridge of her nose and shook her head in frustration, "How do you not realize that that is so much worse?! Your father was a lunatic!"
"MY FATHER WAS A WAR HERO!"
"HE WAS A WAR CRIMINAL!"
"Thanks for the ride, Kyle." Stan said as he made his way inside, trying his best to ignore his parents arguing.
"Let me know if you need someone to talk to dude. I hope you feel better soon." the other boy offered.
"Thanks man."
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Kenny woke up the next morning with a headache, his latest death nothing more than a groggy blur in his memory, "Did I shoot myself?" he wondered out loud.
"No, you fell out of your truck and got run over by a bus." Wendy corrected.
"Oh yeah." he recalled, "Which one?"
"147." the girl answered, "Don't worry, I already reported him for reckless driving" she assured.
"Good, that guy's a fucking menace. You know this is the fourth time he's run me over this year?" Kenny took a moment to completely wake up and realize who he was talking to, "Wait, what are you doing here?" he asked.
"Oh, I just thought I'd surprise you and we could walk to school together." Wendy answered with a grin, "You know, since you don't exactly have your truck."
The boy smiled at the offer, "I'd like that." he answered, "Let me just grab some breakfast and-" Wendy interrupted the boy by pulling out a brown paper bag that smelled an awful lot like pancakes, a far superior alternative to the half of an onion that he wasn't entirely sure was still in the fridge, "You're fucking with me, right?" he asked in a surprised awe with what felt like a tear in his eye.
"Nope!" she answered, "Just don't get too used to it, I'm your girlfriend not your personal cook. Now come on, we're gonna be late."
While this certainly wasn't the first time Kenny had a girlfriend do something nice for him, he was more used to said "nice things" being of the sexual variety. In this moment however, Kenny had come to the logical conclusion that a girlfriend who comes to your house with a bag of warm pancakes is far far superior to a girlfriend that blows you in the parking lot of a Jonas Brothers concert.
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"I can't believe you seriously went goth." Craig stated before dragging his cigarette.
"He didn't." Michael corrected.
"Hey, I'm wearing black and the conformists hate me, how much more goth can I get?" Kenny asked.
"You can't just put on a pair of black jeans and automatically become goth." Henrietta stated.
"I'm wearing a black T-shirt too!" he defended.
"Yeah, and it's under a bright orange winter coat." Firkle pointed out.
"Well no shit! It's the middle of November and we live in Colorado! Sorry, but freezing to death isn't exactly my #1 priority!"
"Just get a black coat." Pete suggested.
"Oh yeah, let me just get my billions of dollars together so I can go clothes shopping." Kenny said sarcastically before turning to his quietest friend, "What do you think Douchebag? Am I goth?"
The normally silent boy dragged his cigarette as he pondered the question, "I think you're more of a hipster." he finally stated.
"Yeah, that sounds about right." Craig agreed.
"Definitely." the goth kids all said in unison.
"Of course I fucking am." Kenny said with a roll of his eyes before he heard the door to the school open, 'Oh boy, maybe that's someone else who wants to murder me.' he mused before seeing Wendy and Bebe emerge from the school.
"Hey guys." Wendy greeted.
"Ladies! To what do I owe the honor?" Kenny asked as the two girls approached him.
"Well, Bebe and I wanted to go to the mall and I thought 'Hey, you know who else might want to go there? My amazing boyfriend Kenny!'"
"Alright, I think I can figure it out from here. You guys want a ride to the mall and I'm the only one you know with a car, right?" he asked with a grin.
"Damn Wendy, you're new boyfriend might just be as smart as you." Bebe sarcastically remarked.
"You guys plan on throwing in for gas?" he asked.
"No problem." the two stated.
"Well then, looks like you've got a ride." Kenny said, like he wouldn't have done it for free anyway. The teenager put out his cigarette and tossed it into the dumpster, "Later guys." he said to his friends before escorting the girls to his truck. "Now where the fuck did I put my keys?"
The boy rummaged around through his coat, not really paying attention to where he was walking when he suddenly heard Wendy yell "LOOK OUT!" and pull him back as he watched a speeding bus fly by, just missing him.
"Holy shit! Watch where you're going, that bastard could've killed you!" Bebe chastised.
"Yeah, I guess he could've." he agreed, "Thanks Wendy."
"Don't mention it, I plan on keeping you alive as long as I can." the girl said with a grin before kissing her boyfriend.
A/N: Well, this is pretty much the end of the first arc, so I guess that's it, story's over, mission accomplished!
Nah, I'm just fuckin' around, I love this ship and I still have more ideas for this continuity, including one MAJOR idea that I didn't even touch on yet, as well as some little mini-ideas that sounded pretty fun. That said, how would everyone feel about this becoming a more episodic series? Like, as well as big epic story-arcs like this, there's also smaller less epic one-shots thrown in as well.
Let me know what you think with a review. Seriously, I love getting reviews, even bad ones, so let me know if you think this sucks or rules!
