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lucky bastards named Matt Stone and Trey Parker. The lyrics aren't mine
either. They belong to Sum 41. cries I can't have anything!
CHAPTER 2- "Nothing On My Back" Sum 41
Stan is sitting in Language Arts class, doodling on his binder.
"Psst" He hears behind him. He turns around to find his girlfriend, Wendy Testenburger smiling at him. "Hey!" she whispers, happily.
"Hey babe." Stan says, smiling back at her. He was seeing Wendy in reality when he was saying this, but in his mind he was seeing Kyle. He hated feeling like this. It made him completely confused. He seemed happy but his big smile was the complete opposite on how he felt inside.
"Was happiness a fad? Or was it in the lost and found..."
"You coming over after school, today?" Wendy whispers.
"I can't think of anything better to do." Stan whispers.
"Good, I was realy lonely the other day. It's pretty sad that you can be lonely but have a boyfriend." Wendy says, trying to put Stan in a guilt trip. It wasn't working.
Stan looked around to see if the teacher was around so they didn't get in trouble. When he glanced over Kyle's way, he saw the red-haired boy looking at him. Kyle quickly looked back down at his book. Stan frowned. He turned back to Wendy. "Well you won't be alone tonight." He says, seductively. This caused his girlfriend to blush.
"...It might not be so bad where all addicted to our tragedy..."
He turned back around in his seat. From the corner of his eye he saw Kyle bury his head in his arms and he heard the boy groan. Stan felt so bad for him. He wanted to hop out of his desk and pull Kyle in for a kiss. A long, hot, passionate kiss. He was so close but something was holding him back.
"...I guess it's what it had to be..."
Stan couldn't concentrate on anything. His brain kept wandering off to Kyle. "Why do I feel like this?!" He thought.
"...Nothing on my back It's enough to bring me down..."
The bell rang and Stan was the first out of the room. He practically ran to his locker.
"Hey Stan!" Kyle says, cheerfully, behind him.
"Hey dude, What's up?" Stan says, turning around to speak to him. He pushed himself against the closed lockers.
"Oh nothing realy, HEY! Wanna go to the arcade?" Kyle asks.
"Can't, going to Wendy's for some intense makeout session." Stan says and winks. Kyle was still smiling, but Stan saw his eye's lose their sparkle.
"Oh that's cool. Getting the ass while it's still hot. I don't blame ya!" Kyle says, trying to joke around. Neither boy laughed or said anything. Kyle looked around. He got closer to Stan. "I was also wondering if you could stop by my house after you leave Wendy's." He said, his voice seductive. Stan felt himself very nervous, but he didn't want to leave.
"Y-Yeah dude." Stan stutters. He was somewhat turned on by it. "Stop! This is Kyle, you queer! God Cartman and Butters's relationship is realy getting to you." Stan thought.
Kyle backs away. "OK! See you later!" The red-haired boy says, changing his voice instantly. He takes off down the hall and Stan lets go of the air he didn't know he was holding. He turned around to his locker and started to pack up his backpack again.
"...My minds about to crack Cause what I thought could not be found..."
Wendy came up to his locker with her hat in her hand. "Ready, sexy?" She asked Stan. He nods and shuts his locker.
"This better get my mind off Kyle." Stan thinks, putting his arm around his girlfriend's waist. "Let's go." He says and they leave the school.
Stan pulled up to Kyle's house. He was trying to get his coat to cover up the huge hickey on his neck. No matter how hard he tried, there was no way he could cover it. He sighed and got out. He walked up to the house and knocked on it. A Canadian opened the door.
"Hey Stan. Kyle's in his room." The boy says, his flapping side to side.
"Thanks, Ike." Stan said and walked in.
"Hey, I need your advice." Ike says.
"Ok, what's the problem?" Stan says. Ike was like a little brother. He cared about Ike just as much as Kyle does.
"Well, there's this realy hot chick at school. Smoking hot. I always try to talk to her and she totally blows me off. What should I do?" Ike says.
"Sweet talk her. Seduce her. Suck her into your world. That's how I won Wendy back." Stan advises the 12 year old.
"Thanks, dude. I asked Kyle and he said he didn't know." Ike says.
"Well he's never really had a girlfriend. Just that slut, Bebe." Stan says.
"Yeah. Well Kyle's been waiting for ya." Ike says and Stan nods. He walks up to Kyle's room. He didn't knock. He walked in and Kyle was slipping into his boxers and Stan got a full frontal of his best friend.
"AAAAAH! I'm sorry dude!" Stan says, turning around and blushing.
"Like you've never seen a dick before." Kyle says, making fun of the black- haired teen.
"I didn't want to see my best friends!" Stan says, turning back around and staring at Kyle's chest.
"So what's up? I see you enjoyed yourself at Wendy's?" Kyle says, trying not to sound jealous.
"Y-Yeah. I-It was." Stan says, still staring and trying to think.
"...A matter of fact It's harder still when your around..."
Stan went to Kyle's bed and laid down on it. Kyle sat on the corner of the bed. "So why did you want me over so bad." Stan asks.
"I...Um...Just wanted...To talk to you." Kyle says nervously and stared at Stan.
"About what?" Stan asks, not looking Kyle in the eyes.
"I'm just gonna tell you straight up. I...I...L-L-Li..."Kyle stutters but Stan knew what he was telling him.
Kyle liked him. The truth finally came out. He couldn't belive it. He had been feeling for Kyle for a while now and he finally knew it was mutual. "I can't belive it! He actually likes me! I have a chance! Holy Shit!" Stan thinks. His brain was cheering. Stan looked at Kyle. The shirtless red-head was looking at his hands. "Kyle..." Stan started but something held him back. His brain exploded and cried out 'Wendy!' "Fuck. I can't tell Kyle yet. I still gotta tell Wendy it's over." Stan thinks.
"...I'd might as well belong to both of you and the mess you've always seem to drag me though..."
"What where you gonna say?" Kyle says, his eyes and voice full of hope.
"Nothing, Nevermind." Stan says, looking down at the sheet.
Kyle lowered his head. "Ok, look it was stupid of me to say anything. Forget that I said anything." Kyle says, trying to forget that he said anything.
"I'm sorry." Stan says.
"Why the hell are you saying sorry? You didn't do anything!" Kyle says, confused.
Stan shrugged. He couldn't tell him how he felt. Not while he was still with Wendy. The brown-shirt wearing boy hopped off the bed. "Well I'm gonna head home." He says
"Ok, I'll talk to you tomorrow." Kyle says.
Stan walked out of the room but ran down the stairs and to his car. He wanted to cry. The moment he had been waiting for, for months, happened and he didn't say anything. He drove up to the mountains. His parents have a camp up there and when he was stressed he drove up there, just to get away from the mass cayous of the city. He parked his car when he got there, got out, and sat on the front of his car. He buried his face in his hands and cried till he thought the world would end. "I'm so sorry, Kyle. I can't tell you yet. Not yet. But I will. I swear I will." Stan yells through his crying. "I love you too much not to. God I wish you where here."
Stan drove home at 11:00. He walked into his house and Stan's dad was up watching late night TV.
"Stan, you're past curfew." Mr. Marsh says, keeping his eyes locked on the TV. He takes a swig of the beer in his hand.
"Sorry I had to go to Kyle's house after Wendy's." Stan says, wiping his nose on his glove.
"Ok. Just don't do it again." Stan's dad says. Stan walked up to his room and quietly sobbed himself to sleep.
"...That night forever always haunting me..."
Stan woke up, still fully clothed from the night before. He dragged himself to the shower and downstairs.
"...I guess it's how it suppose to be..."
He walked into the kitchen and his mother right away knew something wasn't right with her son. "Stanley, what's wrong?" She asked, like any loving mother would ask.
"Noting." Stan said, coldly. He sits down at the table, staring at a wall.
"Did Wendy break up with you...Again?" She asks, handing him a bowl of cereal.
"No, look I'm fine." Stan says, trying to excape the conversation.
"I heard you cryi..." She started but Stan cut in.
"I'M FINE DROP IT! HOLY SHIT! CAN'T I JUST HAVE A BAD MOTHERFUCKING MORINING??!!" Stan exploded. His mother glared at him.
"...But please spare me your thoughts of sympathy..."
"Just because you're 16 DOES NOT give you the right to cuss me out. Eat and get out of here!" His mom shoots at him and storms off to her room, crying. Stan slammed his fist onto the table. He shot out of the chair so fast that he knocked it over. He ran off to school, not eating or saying goodbye.
At school, Kyle was standing at Stan's locker. When Kyle saw him coming, he smiled. Seeing Kyle smile caused Stan to blush. He was embarrassed That he was super happy to see that the boy he liked was standing at his locker. "Stan, this is Kyle! He always does that! Don't be such a fucking queer." Stan thought. When he got to his locker, Kyle moved off his locker so Stan could get access into it.
"What's up?" Kyle asked.
"Nothing, you?" Stan said, unlocking his locker.
"Good. Are things still cool between us?" Kyle asked.
"Of course! Why wouldn't they be?!" Stan says, nervously.
"I just hope I didn't lose you as a friend." Kyle says, looking down at his feet.
Stan grabbed Kyle and pushed him against the lockers. He had both of his hands, pressing hard, on Kyle's sholderblades while he looked him in the eyes. They got a few looks there way, but it wasn't that big of a deal. "Kyle, you would never lose me." Stan says, and before either of them what was happing, Stan pushed his lips against Kyle's. Kyle's eyes where wide but shut after a few seconds. He wrapped his arm around Stan. Stan ended the kiss when they heard, "HOLY SHIT! MARSH AND JEW BOY ARE QUEER FOR EACH OTHER!" Stan quickly backed away from Kyle.
Kyle was blown away. "W-W-What the hell?" He says, trying to get his breathing back to a steady pace.
"I gotta go." Stan says, grabbing his books and taking off down the hall to his homeroom. He slammed his books on the floor and threw himself into a desk. He laid his head on the desk and closed his eyes. "Why did I do that!? Holy shit! My minds spinning. This is so crazy. Oh my god, that kiss was insane. I've never had a kiss like that. Get it together, Marsh!" Stan thought.
"...With nothing on my back it's still enough to bring me down..."
"STAN MARSH! What the FUCK is everyone talking about? Did you realy go and kiss Broflovski!?!" Wendy yells, storming into the room.
"No cussing, Goddamnit! Damn kids can't stop for two fucking minutes." Mr. Garrison's sister, Ms. Garrison, yells.
"Sorry mam." Wendy apologizes. She walks over to Stan and sits on the desk in front of him. "Is it true, Marsh?" Wendy asks, nicely.
Stan looks around. Everyone who saw him kiss Kyle was in the room. He didn't see one face that didn't see it.
"...My minds about to crack cause what I thought could not be found..."
"Um...No." Stan squeaked out.
"Bullshit! He's hella lying, that fag!" Cartman yells, pointing his finger at Stan.
"Fuck you, fatass! Like you have any room to talk. You're butt-fucking Butters!" Stan fights.
"So it is true?" Wendy asks.
"NO!" Stan yells.
"Bullshit." Cartman says, rolling his eyes.
"SHUT UP!!!" Stan yells. He stands up and leaps over 2 desks. He socks Cartman in the testicles. Cartman fell over and Butters ran over to him, yelling his name. Stan looked over at the door and saw Kyle looking in. He looked hurt. He stormed away. Stan's mind was screaming, "COME BACK, KYLE!" but his mouth wasn't working. He walked back over to his seat.
"If this happens again, I will dump your sorry ass." Wendy says.
"Wendy! It didn't happen! Are your going to belive Cartman, your arch enemy since the day you met him, or are you going to belive you boyfriend, the boy you've been in love with since 3rd grade?" Stan says.
"Well there was that one time back in 4th grade that I did date Tolken..." Wendy trails off.
"WENDY!?" Stan demands.
"I guess I belive you. Cartman has been known for lying." Wendy says. The bell rang and she laid a kiss on Stan's lips. It was short, but sweet. When she broke the kiss she said, "Well I'd better get going. Bye baby." Wendy says and leaves.
Stan smiled to himself. "No matter how many times I cheat on her, she always believes me over that two-faced asshole named Cartman. Can't tell that bastared a damn thing." Stan says to himself.
At lunch, Stan walked over to the eating spot their group ate at, the benches by the window. They have such a big group that they couldn't fit everyone at a table. So they where forced to sit over by the benches. Stan was usually the first one there but Kyle was the first today. "Hey" Stan says, sitting next to him on the windowsill.
"You flat out lied to Wendy." Kyle says, looking straight ahead. He was too angry to look Stan in the face.
"I..I..I'm sorry." Stan says.
"That your new favorite line. You're always apologizing, but how fucking sincere are you?" Kyle says, looking over at him.
Stan was stunned. He didn't have a clue how to tell him how sorry he was.
"...As a matter of fact It's harder still when your around..."
Wendy and Bebe came up and Bebe pulled a chair over while Wendy latched herself to her boyfriend's arm. Kyle looked hurt while Wendy glared over his way. "Hello." Wendy says, coldly.
"I'm going to go get lunch, want anything?" Kyle asked Stan.
"No, I'm good, dude." Stan says forcing a smile.
"Ok,. Save my seat." Kyle says and leaves. Stan scooted over a bit and Wendy almost falls.
"Your pretty distant after what I did for you last night." Wendy says, angrily.
"I'm sorry." Stan says. "QUIT SAYING THAT FUCKING LINE!" his mind scolded him.
"I don't just suck just anyone's cock." Wendy says and Bebe almost choked on her water.
"WHA?!?" She yelled, coughing. Wendy just smiled. Stan thought he was going to barf.
"...With nothing on my back I can't help but drown."
"I guess there's noting I can do but choose." Stan thought. He laid his head on the windowsill and drowned out everything and debated who he wanted. .
Authors Note: HURRAY! NEW CHAPTER FOR MY SOUTH PARK STORY! God it took me forever to find a new damn song! If anyone actually listens to Sum 41 and notice that I didn't finish the whole song, it's because the chorus is repeated 2 more times after it's self. There's only so many things you can do with the same 4 lines. I think for the next chapt, I might use a Nirvana song, but I don't know. I'm weird. Well hope you enjoyed this chapter. Knowing how it took me so long to find a song, it might be a few more weeks before the next chapt comes around. Later!
CHAPTER 2- "Nothing On My Back" Sum 41
Stan is sitting in Language Arts class, doodling on his binder.
"Psst" He hears behind him. He turns around to find his girlfriend, Wendy Testenburger smiling at him. "Hey!" she whispers, happily.
"Hey babe." Stan says, smiling back at her. He was seeing Wendy in reality when he was saying this, but in his mind he was seeing Kyle. He hated feeling like this. It made him completely confused. He seemed happy but his big smile was the complete opposite on how he felt inside.
"Was happiness a fad? Or was it in the lost and found..."
"You coming over after school, today?" Wendy whispers.
"I can't think of anything better to do." Stan whispers.
"Good, I was realy lonely the other day. It's pretty sad that you can be lonely but have a boyfriend." Wendy says, trying to put Stan in a guilt trip. It wasn't working.
Stan looked around to see if the teacher was around so they didn't get in trouble. When he glanced over Kyle's way, he saw the red-haired boy looking at him. Kyle quickly looked back down at his book. Stan frowned. He turned back to Wendy. "Well you won't be alone tonight." He says, seductively. This caused his girlfriend to blush.
"...It might not be so bad where all addicted to our tragedy..."
He turned back around in his seat. From the corner of his eye he saw Kyle bury his head in his arms and he heard the boy groan. Stan felt so bad for him. He wanted to hop out of his desk and pull Kyle in for a kiss. A long, hot, passionate kiss. He was so close but something was holding him back.
"...I guess it's what it had to be..."
Stan couldn't concentrate on anything. His brain kept wandering off to Kyle. "Why do I feel like this?!" He thought.
"...Nothing on my back It's enough to bring me down..."
The bell rang and Stan was the first out of the room. He practically ran to his locker.
"Hey Stan!" Kyle says, cheerfully, behind him.
"Hey dude, What's up?" Stan says, turning around to speak to him. He pushed himself against the closed lockers.
"Oh nothing realy, HEY! Wanna go to the arcade?" Kyle asks.
"Can't, going to Wendy's for some intense makeout session." Stan says and winks. Kyle was still smiling, but Stan saw his eye's lose their sparkle.
"Oh that's cool. Getting the ass while it's still hot. I don't blame ya!" Kyle says, trying to joke around. Neither boy laughed or said anything. Kyle looked around. He got closer to Stan. "I was also wondering if you could stop by my house after you leave Wendy's." He said, his voice seductive. Stan felt himself very nervous, but he didn't want to leave.
"Y-Yeah dude." Stan stutters. He was somewhat turned on by it. "Stop! This is Kyle, you queer! God Cartman and Butters's relationship is realy getting to you." Stan thought.
Kyle backs away. "OK! See you later!" The red-haired boy says, changing his voice instantly. He takes off down the hall and Stan lets go of the air he didn't know he was holding. He turned around to his locker and started to pack up his backpack again.
"...My minds about to crack Cause what I thought could not be found..."
Wendy came up to his locker with her hat in her hand. "Ready, sexy?" She asked Stan. He nods and shuts his locker.
"This better get my mind off Kyle." Stan thinks, putting his arm around his girlfriend's waist. "Let's go." He says and they leave the school.
Stan pulled up to Kyle's house. He was trying to get his coat to cover up the huge hickey on his neck. No matter how hard he tried, there was no way he could cover it. He sighed and got out. He walked up to the house and knocked on it. A Canadian opened the door.
"Hey Stan. Kyle's in his room." The boy says, his flapping side to side.
"Thanks, Ike." Stan said and walked in.
"Hey, I need your advice." Ike says.
"Ok, what's the problem?" Stan says. Ike was like a little brother. He cared about Ike just as much as Kyle does.
"Well, there's this realy hot chick at school. Smoking hot. I always try to talk to her and she totally blows me off. What should I do?" Ike says.
"Sweet talk her. Seduce her. Suck her into your world. That's how I won Wendy back." Stan advises the 12 year old.
"Thanks, dude. I asked Kyle and he said he didn't know." Ike says.
"Well he's never really had a girlfriend. Just that slut, Bebe." Stan says.
"Yeah. Well Kyle's been waiting for ya." Ike says and Stan nods. He walks up to Kyle's room. He didn't knock. He walked in and Kyle was slipping into his boxers and Stan got a full frontal of his best friend.
"AAAAAH! I'm sorry dude!" Stan says, turning around and blushing.
"Like you've never seen a dick before." Kyle says, making fun of the black- haired teen.
"I didn't want to see my best friends!" Stan says, turning back around and staring at Kyle's chest.
"So what's up? I see you enjoyed yourself at Wendy's?" Kyle says, trying not to sound jealous.
"Y-Yeah. I-It was." Stan says, still staring and trying to think.
"...A matter of fact It's harder still when your around..."
Stan went to Kyle's bed and laid down on it. Kyle sat on the corner of the bed. "So why did you want me over so bad." Stan asks.
"I...Um...Just wanted...To talk to you." Kyle says nervously and stared at Stan.
"About what?" Stan asks, not looking Kyle in the eyes.
"I'm just gonna tell you straight up. I...I...L-L-Li..."Kyle stutters but Stan knew what he was telling him.
Kyle liked him. The truth finally came out. He couldn't belive it. He had been feeling for Kyle for a while now and he finally knew it was mutual. "I can't belive it! He actually likes me! I have a chance! Holy Shit!" Stan thinks. His brain was cheering. Stan looked at Kyle. The shirtless red-head was looking at his hands. "Kyle..." Stan started but something held him back. His brain exploded and cried out 'Wendy!' "Fuck. I can't tell Kyle yet. I still gotta tell Wendy it's over." Stan thinks.
"...I'd might as well belong to both of you and the mess you've always seem to drag me though..."
"What where you gonna say?" Kyle says, his eyes and voice full of hope.
"Nothing, Nevermind." Stan says, looking down at the sheet.
Kyle lowered his head. "Ok, look it was stupid of me to say anything. Forget that I said anything." Kyle says, trying to forget that he said anything.
"I'm sorry." Stan says.
"Why the hell are you saying sorry? You didn't do anything!" Kyle says, confused.
Stan shrugged. He couldn't tell him how he felt. Not while he was still with Wendy. The brown-shirt wearing boy hopped off the bed. "Well I'm gonna head home." He says
"Ok, I'll talk to you tomorrow." Kyle says.
Stan walked out of the room but ran down the stairs and to his car. He wanted to cry. The moment he had been waiting for, for months, happened and he didn't say anything. He drove up to the mountains. His parents have a camp up there and when he was stressed he drove up there, just to get away from the mass cayous of the city. He parked his car when he got there, got out, and sat on the front of his car. He buried his face in his hands and cried till he thought the world would end. "I'm so sorry, Kyle. I can't tell you yet. Not yet. But I will. I swear I will." Stan yells through his crying. "I love you too much not to. God I wish you where here."
Stan drove home at 11:00. He walked into his house and Stan's dad was up watching late night TV.
"Stan, you're past curfew." Mr. Marsh says, keeping his eyes locked on the TV. He takes a swig of the beer in his hand.
"Sorry I had to go to Kyle's house after Wendy's." Stan says, wiping his nose on his glove.
"Ok. Just don't do it again." Stan's dad says. Stan walked up to his room and quietly sobbed himself to sleep.
"...That night forever always haunting me..."
Stan woke up, still fully clothed from the night before. He dragged himself to the shower and downstairs.
"...I guess it's how it suppose to be..."
He walked into the kitchen and his mother right away knew something wasn't right with her son. "Stanley, what's wrong?" She asked, like any loving mother would ask.
"Noting." Stan said, coldly. He sits down at the table, staring at a wall.
"Did Wendy break up with you...Again?" She asks, handing him a bowl of cereal.
"No, look I'm fine." Stan says, trying to excape the conversation.
"I heard you cryi..." She started but Stan cut in.
"I'M FINE DROP IT! HOLY SHIT! CAN'T I JUST HAVE A BAD MOTHERFUCKING MORINING??!!" Stan exploded. His mother glared at him.
"...But please spare me your thoughts of sympathy..."
"Just because you're 16 DOES NOT give you the right to cuss me out. Eat and get out of here!" His mom shoots at him and storms off to her room, crying. Stan slammed his fist onto the table. He shot out of the chair so fast that he knocked it over. He ran off to school, not eating or saying goodbye.
At school, Kyle was standing at Stan's locker. When Kyle saw him coming, he smiled. Seeing Kyle smile caused Stan to blush. He was embarrassed That he was super happy to see that the boy he liked was standing at his locker. "Stan, this is Kyle! He always does that! Don't be such a fucking queer." Stan thought. When he got to his locker, Kyle moved off his locker so Stan could get access into it.
"What's up?" Kyle asked.
"Nothing, you?" Stan said, unlocking his locker.
"Good. Are things still cool between us?" Kyle asked.
"Of course! Why wouldn't they be?!" Stan says, nervously.
"I just hope I didn't lose you as a friend." Kyle says, looking down at his feet.
Stan grabbed Kyle and pushed him against the lockers. He had both of his hands, pressing hard, on Kyle's sholderblades while he looked him in the eyes. They got a few looks there way, but it wasn't that big of a deal. "Kyle, you would never lose me." Stan says, and before either of them what was happing, Stan pushed his lips against Kyle's. Kyle's eyes where wide but shut after a few seconds. He wrapped his arm around Stan. Stan ended the kiss when they heard, "HOLY SHIT! MARSH AND JEW BOY ARE QUEER FOR EACH OTHER!" Stan quickly backed away from Kyle.
Kyle was blown away. "W-W-What the hell?" He says, trying to get his breathing back to a steady pace.
"I gotta go." Stan says, grabbing his books and taking off down the hall to his homeroom. He slammed his books on the floor and threw himself into a desk. He laid his head on the desk and closed his eyes. "Why did I do that!? Holy shit! My minds spinning. This is so crazy. Oh my god, that kiss was insane. I've never had a kiss like that. Get it together, Marsh!" Stan thought.
"...With nothing on my back it's still enough to bring me down..."
"STAN MARSH! What the FUCK is everyone talking about? Did you realy go and kiss Broflovski!?!" Wendy yells, storming into the room.
"No cussing, Goddamnit! Damn kids can't stop for two fucking minutes." Mr. Garrison's sister, Ms. Garrison, yells.
"Sorry mam." Wendy apologizes. She walks over to Stan and sits on the desk in front of him. "Is it true, Marsh?" Wendy asks, nicely.
Stan looks around. Everyone who saw him kiss Kyle was in the room. He didn't see one face that didn't see it.
"...My minds about to crack cause what I thought could not be found..."
"Um...No." Stan squeaked out.
"Bullshit! He's hella lying, that fag!" Cartman yells, pointing his finger at Stan.
"Fuck you, fatass! Like you have any room to talk. You're butt-fucking Butters!" Stan fights.
"So it is true?" Wendy asks.
"NO!" Stan yells.
"Bullshit." Cartman says, rolling his eyes.
"SHUT UP!!!" Stan yells. He stands up and leaps over 2 desks. He socks Cartman in the testicles. Cartman fell over and Butters ran over to him, yelling his name. Stan looked over at the door and saw Kyle looking in. He looked hurt. He stormed away. Stan's mind was screaming, "COME BACK, KYLE!" but his mouth wasn't working. He walked back over to his seat.
"If this happens again, I will dump your sorry ass." Wendy says.
"Wendy! It didn't happen! Are your going to belive Cartman, your arch enemy since the day you met him, or are you going to belive you boyfriend, the boy you've been in love with since 3rd grade?" Stan says.
"Well there was that one time back in 4th grade that I did date Tolken..." Wendy trails off.
"WENDY!?" Stan demands.
"I guess I belive you. Cartman has been known for lying." Wendy says. The bell rang and she laid a kiss on Stan's lips. It was short, but sweet. When she broke the kiss she said, "Well I'd better get going. Bye baby." Wendy says and leaves.
Stan smiled to himself. "No matter how many times I cheat on her, she always believes me over that two-faced asshole named Cartman. Can't tell that bastared a damn thing." Stan says to himself.
At lunch, Stan walked over to the eating spot their group ate at, the benches by the window. They have such a big group that they couldn't fit everyone at a table. So they where forced to sit over by the benches. Stan was usually the first one there but Kyle was the first today. "Hey" Stan says, sitting next to him on the windowsill.
"You flat out lied to Wendy." Kyle says, looking straight ahead. He was too angry to look Stan in the face.
"I..I..I'm sorry." Stan says.
"That your new favorite line. You're always apologizing, but how fucking sincere are you?" Kyle says, looking over at him.
Stan was stunned. He didn't have a clue how to tell him how sorry he was.
"...As a matter of fact It's harder still when your around..."
Wendy and Bebe came up and Bebe pulled a chair over while Wendy latched herself to her boyfriend's arm. Kyle looked hurt while Wendy glared over his way. "Hello." Wendy says, coldly.
"I'm going to go get lunch, want anything?" Kyle asked Stan.
"No, I'm good, dude." Stan says forcing a smile.
"Ok,. Save my seat." Kyle says and leaves. Stan scooted over a bit and Wendy almost falls.
"Your pretty distant after what I did for you last night." Wendy says, angrily.
"I'm sorry." Stan says. "QUIT SAYING THAT FUCKING LINE!" his mind scolded him.
"I don't just suck just anyone's cock." Wendy says and Bebe almost choked on her water.
"WHA?!?" She yelled, coughing. Wendy just smiled. Stan thought he was going to barf.
"...With nothing on my back I can't help but drown."
"I guess there's noting I can do but choose." Stan thought. He laid his head on the windowsill and drowned out everything and debated who he wanted. .
Authors Note: HURRAY! NEW CHAPTER FOR MY SOUTH PARK STORY! God it took me forever to find a new damn song! If anyone actually listens to Sum 41 and notice that I didn't finish the whole song, it's because the chorus is repeated 2 more times after it's self. There's only so many things you can do with the same 4 lines. I think for the next chapt, I might use a Nirvana song, but I don't know. I'm weird. Well hope you enjoyed this chapter. Knowing how it took me so long to find a song, it might be a few more weeks before the next chapt comes around. Later!