Disclaimers: I don't own South Park, Blink182, or anything. Just this fanfic.

Author's Notes: Thanks to those who reviewed. In this next chapter, Stan shall find out the truth of his sweet darling. Yeah, a lot of you guessed it right…I guess, but I'm still not sure about Cartman's girly girl…..I don't know….I'll think of something as I go along, but besides that, enjoy this next chapter of…..

The True Meaning of Friendship

Chapter 2:

A Tearful Ending and a Miserable Beginning

No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't stop thinking about Wendy. One part of him said, "Come on. Let it be an hour, fast!" And one other part of him said, "Why won't time stand still and why does life have to suck?". Stan involuntarily began to think about Kenny. What was Mr. McCormick's new job that earned a lot of money, but was dirty enough to make his wife get angry at him? Could he be a transvestite? Stan gave a laugh. No way! Kenny's dad opposed of such people. He wasn't a homophobic, but was pretty near being one. Then, Stan got it. Stuart McCormick, father of Kenny McCormick, was a drug dealer. Stan gave a strangled gasp. A drug dealer? How did he get such a job? Kenny was a very unlucky kid. Stan glanced at the clock in his room. It was now past an hour; Stan could tell. "Perfecto." said Stan as he walked out of the room.

He picked up the receiver and gulped. Butterflies were flying to his stomach, but still, he bit his lip for support and dialed Wendy's phone number. A girl answered. "Hello?" Phew. It was Wendy. "H-hi, Wendy." stammered Stan. It took a couple of seconds before Wendy answered. "Stan? Why are you calling me?" Stan gulped again. "I'm just calling to see how you are and stuff."

"Oh. Really?"

"Yeah."

"Well…then, see you later."

Before Stan got a chance to say anything, Wendy hung up abruptly. Abruptly. Stan breathed slowly. Wendy was home, so everything was perfect – not. She sounded hasty, and the way she hung up – was it just him, or was it abrupt? Stan sulked, and sat down on a chair. So what if she was home? How does that tell everything? 'Marsh, get up and go over to her!' commanded Stan's thoughts. Stan got up without thinking, and called out, "Mom, I'm gonna go out for a while." "How long will you be out?" called Mrs. Marsh.

"Some couple of hours. Bye, Mom."

"Be careful, Hon."

"I will."

And with that, Stan shut the door as he stepped outside. Somehow, his strides got faster and faster as he walked to Wendy's house. His thoughts were just as hectic. 'What will I say to her? I know! I'll – I'll just say I missed her, and how badly I wanted to see her. Yeah, that. I'll say that.' Then Stan realized this. That was a lie. He didn't really miss her. He just wanted to talk to her, since she won't talk on the phone. He never lied to her before. Maybe this would be the end of their relationship? Both of them were telling lies. 'But mine is reasonable!' Stan's thoughts yelled. He finally reached the front of his girlfriend's house. He got up the steps and knocked on the door. Mrs. Testaburger appeared. "Why, hello Stan." she greeted with a smile. "Hey, Mrs. Testaburger. Is Wendy there?" Stan managed to ask. "Why, no. She just left." Left? Left?! Stan asked another question before his mind went insane. "Uh, Wendy…where did she go?" Mrs. Testaburger's smile faded slightly away. "She went to the local park. What's wrong, Stan?" She noticed Stan's face was turning bright red. "Oh, nothing. It's all right. Thanks, and bye." He ran out, and sped down the street. Mrs. Testaburger looked after him with a pondering expression.

Once Stan reached the park, he looked around. 'Ok, ok. Look carefully. You don't wanna miss her.' said Stan's thoughts. He looked around and around, when he heard some voices in the woods. Stan went to that direction, and eavesdropped. "Look, Sam. I said to take it off." came a girl's voice. "No way! Leave me alone, will you?" a boy exclaimed with a frightened voice. The girl faked a sigh. "Well, watch and learn. Don't you know how?" Stan looked through the bushes. There they were, Wendy, a guy named Sam in Stan's English class, and Cartman. Cartman and Wendy! Just then, another kid ran into the scene. It was Sara, Sam's twin sister. "You're just a dirty, old whore, Wendy Testaburger! Leave Sam alone!" Sara glared at Wendy with angry eyes. "You know you're dating Stan Marsh!"

"Shut your kisser, bitch! I know my own fucking life! Now," Wendy said as she turned to Cartman, "Watch," she gave Cartman a slight kiss, "and learn." With that, she started making out with Cartman. Sara turned away from the disgusting scene, and Sam looked on with terrified eyes. Stan jumped in. "Stan!" gasped Sara. The rest of them followed Sara's surprised expression. "Stan! W-what are y-you doing here?" Wendy stammered as she quickly pulled away from Cartman. No reply came from the very outraged Stan. Wendy shuddered away from Stan's eyes. They were full of anger, and that terrified feeling of one who was betrayed, but they also had a hurt look. Tears brimmed up in his dark hazel eyes, and his eyes became darker. "Wendy…how could you?" He managed to speak. It was Wendy's turn to say nothing. Stan was very much appalled. Slowly, anger started to dawn on him. "What the fuck is going on, Wendy?!" yelled Stan, now visibly crying. "Stan..." the girlfriend began.

"This – that is it! You, me – it's over! You hear?! Don't you ever speak to me again!!!!"

Without another word, Stan stormed out of there, leaving two dumbfounded twins and two very guilty teens behind.

'I knew it all along. You're so predictable. I knew something would go wrong…'

Screamed Joel Madden's voice inside of Stan as he kept running. Stan had no idea where he was going. Wherever his athletic legs were taking him, he would go. There was no stopping, until he ran into Kyle and Kenny. "Stan! What's wrong?" asked Kyle, quite disturbed by the state Stan was in that moment. Stan, who was very exhausted, flopped into his best friend's arms. "Everything," replied Stan drearily.

"Tell me what happened." said Kyle as he helped Stan up into the small treehouse. This treehouse was a very old playhouse of the boys. It was only 4 years ago that they built this play place, and still, they had not forsaken it.

Stan shivered as if he saw a ghost. "I just found out that Wendy is nothing but an unfaithful little slut," He shut his eyes to stop the tears.

Kyle and Kenny remained silent. What could they say to comfort this young guy who was betrayed by a girl whom he loved to the end of the world? "I'm sorry, Stan." whispered Kenny. "Yeah." agreed Kyle.

Stan looked up with shining eyes. "It's okay. I'm gonna be fine now. After all, 'wounds heal with time', don't they?" He laughed weakly.

The other two friends forced themselves to laugh. "Yeah."

After some few words were exchanged, the 3 broke and started home. Each of them had a lot to think about. Kyle, for one, wondered if Stan was really going to be okay. Wendy was his first and only girlfriend, and they had been dating for what seemed like ages. Kyle secretly thought that Stan was quite more "feeling" than other boys were generally. This break up – between Stan and Wendy – Kyle hoped that Stan would not turn suicidal.

But everybody has mistakes on their sizing ups of people besides themselves. Kyle had one. Stan was a more emotional guy than others, but he was not stupid. Waste your life over one callous girl? Never! Stan made a silent vow to himself that he, Stanley Marsh, would never, ever care about Wendy Testaburger. Stan sat down at his desk and began tackling his homework, pretending nothing happened, and trying to keep his mind off of his love life.

Kenny went home with mixed feelings. He felt really sorry for Stan about Wendy – and something else. When he saw Stan looking that sorrowful, a sudden rush came over Kenny. Right at that moment, he had a desire to go and hug his friend and tell him that everything would be okay. Was that – normal? "What the fuck is wrong with me," muttered Kenny, very angrily with himself, although there wasn't a thing to get angry about. Kenny braced himself as he opened his front door to his house. He went in to find a dead silence before his dad called out, "Kenny! Is that you?"

"Yeah, Dad. I'm home." Kenny called back. He went into the kitchen where his father and mother were sitting at the table. Both were very quiet, but they had different expressions crossed on their faces. Kenny's mother looked depressed as she looked at her hands down on the table, and Kenny's father looked solemn. "What's going on?" asked Kenny. His father spoke up. "Kenny, I've noticed that you didn't have proper toys when you were younger."

Kenny smiled. "Dad, it's all right. We were very broke back then. I didn't mind it very much. My friends made up for the toys."

His father was not to be sidetracked. "Kenny, go look in the basement. I got you a gift."

"…Okay." Kenny obeyed and went to the basement. He flipped the light switch on, and he gasped as he beheld a brand-new drumset before him. "Dad!" Kenny was breathless.

"I hope you like it." said his father.

"Dad, you didn't have to! This is just too – good for me."

"Nothing's too good for you, son. You deserve all the greatest things in the world. Now, I can also enroll you in drum lessons - …"

"No, Dad. That's too much. You don't have to spend too much money on me. Besides, I already know how to play the drums." said Kenny, recalling the time when he was in the school band, back in the 8th grade.

"Well, then…I guess you'll want to try out your new present?"

"Yeah. And thank you, Dad. Thanks a lot."

"No problem, son."

With that, Kenny was left alone in the basement with his drums. Kenny looked over the whole instrument with awe. Then he had a feeling that this was bought with the mysterious money that his dad made with his mysterious job. What was his new job? Kenny shrugged the question off and played his new drums.

'Light up, light up. As if you have a choice. Even if you cannot hear my voice, I'll be right beside you, dear…'

Kenny heard those lyrics as he played his favorite song. 'I can feel the music,' he thought, and closed his eyes.

After playing a few more songs, Kenny went to the bathroom and washed up. He had sweated a great deal after playing the drums, and he felt pure after he washed, and went upstairs to his room. Kenny laid out his Romeo and Juliet script, but flopped onto his bed instead of reading the manuscript. He felt tired, and he did have most of the lines memorized. Besides, it was Saturday tomorrow, and he had the whole day to himself. He yawned. 'I wonder how Stan is feeling right now,' wondered Kenny. 'Maybe I'll call him?' He got up and took out his cell phone – something that he had received from his dad with the mysterious money from his mysterious job. Kenny once again shrugged off the question of his dad's job, and dialed Stan's phone number.

"Hello?"

"Stan, it's Kenny."

"Oh. Hey, Kenny. How're you?"

"Forget me! How are you?"

"I'm doing fine. Thanks for asking."

"You don't sound 'fine' to me. You picked up the phone after many rings…were you afraid that it was Wendy who was calling you?"

"Jeez, you're psychic!"

"Stan, you gotta let go of her. There are plenty of other fish in the sea, you know. And they may be much better than Wendy."

"I know…but it takes time, Kenny. You've never been in a relationship with a girl before so I guess you don't know that."

"…"

"Look, I'm sorry. I just need some time to heal, Kenny. I do."

"Okay. Feel better, dude."

"I'll try. See you on Monday."

"See you." Kenny hung up quietly. Again, that strange feeling took over him as he thought about Stan. What was wrong with him? Kenny recalled someone saying that one's strange feelings for another was lust. "That's a sick idea!" Kenny sputtered angrily. But wasn't there another saying that the strange feeling was – love? Kenny shivered involuntarily at that thought. No way.

Back at the Marsh homestead, the middle child of the family was up in his room lamenting. Stan sighed. He hated Wendy now – but there was still that bit of hope of her coming back to loving him. And he wanted her back so much too. Stan sighed again. Something of life had gone out of color.

End of Chapter 2

To be continued in Chapter 3

Author's notes: Well, that's that. I'll make it more interesting as the story forms, okay? Reviews are appreciated, unlike flames. Oh, I'm sorry if the way the "breakup" wasn't really exciting or fun or whatever….I ran out of ideas for a while… but anyways… Stay tuned for the next chapter.