Author's Note: Well, well, well, it certainly was interesting to see yuor guys' reactions. Hmmm. -ponders- I hope I haven't lost any readers because of my previous ending. -crosses fingers-

Special Thanks to: Soneka the Hedgehog, Sparkus, Crow T R0bot, and Call Me Blue Streak...who will hopefully put me back on the c2 after this chapter. XD

Disclaimer: I own nothing...never have, never will.

I'm standing in your line
I do - Hope you have the time
I do - Pick a number to
I do - Keep a date with you

I'll take advantage while
You hang me out to dry
But i can't see you everynight
For free
I do

I need an easy friend
I do - With an ear to lend
I do - Think you fit this shoe
I do - Won't you have a clue
-About a Girl, Nirvana

All the color vanished from Stan's face. He gulped and found himself gasping for air. "W-what?"

A light, entertained laugh was the response. "Dude, you fell for that?" Stan regained the ability to breathe, but growled softly. "Dude, Stan, you okay? I didn't scare you too much, did I?"

"As a matter of fact," Stan snapped, "You did. I was beginning to question my sexuality and I was gonna toss and turn all night, wondering what my sexalicious Kyle was up to." Kyle coughed.

"Anyway," he said, gettting back on subject, "That was to lighten the mood up a little. I really don't want to be mad at you. I do love you-"

"Ky-"

"Not like that, you sick perv. You're like a brother to me. Lord knows Ike doesn't qualify anymore." Stan snickered. Ike had become the definition of 'asshole.' He was quite the troublemaker, but somehow was always able to pin it on Kyle. "And I don't want to lose you. Now, why did you call?"

"To apologize."

"For what?"

"For treating you like shit."

"Alright. Apology accepted. I'm coming over." There was a click followed by a dialtone. Stan hung up, made himself comfortable on the couch, and waited for his friend to show up. It was getting close to dinner, but he knew Sharon would make Kyle an extra plate.

It felt as if a dead weight had been lifted off his chest and he was able to breathe for the first time in his life. He should have known Kyle couldn't stay mad, for long at least. But he still felt like shit for mistreating him. It took Kyle about fifteen minutes to arrive there and when Stan opened the door he couldn't help but laugh at the flushed redhead waiting for him. "The bitch...wouldn't let...me take...the car," he explained through gasps. When he was younger he would be upset whenever someone would call his mom a bitch. Through the years, however, he had grown to accept the fact that he, Kyle Broflovski, was in fact a son of a bitch. Stan nodded knowingly and allowed his friend room to enter. "I'm sorry about this," Kyle apologized, plopping on the couch. "I just hate talking on the phone. It's so impersonal." He rested his feet on the coffee table in front of the couch, slouching almost dramatically. "Can I ask what's so great about Wendy?" He asked randomly. Stan shrugged a shoulder as he pondered the manliest way to explain it.

"She's smart, funny-"

Kyle held up an interjecting hand. "So basically all that cliche crap?" Stan nodded. "And you can see past her promiscuouity?" Another nod. Kyle hadn't experienced 'love' since Rebecca Cutswald in the third grade, and he wasn't sure if you could experience love at their age, but this could have been due to the fact he hadn't really experienced it. But he wasn't heartless, and he knew that if there was no love at the age of sixteen, Stan was as close to it as he could possibly be. "Alright," Kyle groaned, getting to his feet. "Let's go get you a bitch."

Kyle had led Stan to Kenny's house, much to Stan's grim dismay. He wasn't particularly ready to encounter the bastard who took 'his woman,' but Kyle insisted that they go talk to Kenny. He made the point that he would have to anyway. "First," Kyle had warned after knocking on the door, "Start off by apologizing." Kenny answered the door in his boxers, his sandy hair a complete mess.

"Oh, hey Kyle," he glanced between the two. "And Stan."

Stan's face flushed, turning red with anger, which failed him to look like he wasn't angry. "Hey, Kenny." His voice was low and monotone, as if he was ashamed of something.

"What do you want?"

"I'm sorry," Stan mumbled, shuffling his feet nervously.

"Come again," Kenny said with a smirk, exchanging glances with Kyle. "I couldn't hear you. You were mumbling."

Stan looked up, almost angrily. "I said I was sorry. Happy now?"

"Quite happy, Marsh. You guys wanna come in?"

Kyle scanned over Kenny with a slight air of distaste. "You, uh, have company over?" He asked, gesturing towards the boy's boxers. Kenny laughed.

"Not anymore. I did, though. But she left." He eyed Stan wearily. "It was Wendy."

"I know," muttered Stan, looking at the ground once more.

"We didn't do anything, though!" Kenny added hastily, seeing his friend's reaction. "I stripped down after she left. I wanted to take a nap but it's fucking hot in my room." He looked at Stan with pleading eyes, which won the Marsh boy over. "Alright," he grumbled, stepping past Kenny and into the cramped house. "Sorry about the mess," Kenny apologized with a laugh. "I'm poor."

"We wouldn't have noticed," Kyle smiled, "If Cartman weren't kind enough to remind us every damn day."

"It's pretty pathetic that that fat lard is my best friend," Kenny said, disappearing into his room. "I guess I just know how to deal with him and handle him." Kyle and Stan sat on the saggy couch, but Kyle lept up with a yelp as a loose spring poked into his bottom. Kenny came out of his room, laughing, with a pair on jeans on and a t shirt in his hand. The sight of Kyle rubbing his own bottom made him giggle. "Y'know, Jew-boy," he said affectionately, "It's a surprise you don't have a chick, with that hot Jewish ass of yours and all."

"It's my Jewish red hair that scares them away," Kyle laughed, tugging at some loose curls. Kyle had surprised the other three by becoming almost metrosexual. It, of course, wasn't as dramatic as the time in fourth grade when Kyle was the only one not buying into the fad. Now Kyle spent countless hours trying to make his hair presentable, and then some, but to the poor boy's dismay his locks remained curly and unruly.

Throwing on the t shirt Kenny sat next to Stan on the couch. "Judging by Stanny's face over here I know you guys didn't decide to grace me with your presence for my own pleasure."

"You caught us," Kyle said, frowing and shaking his head, "We didn't."

Kenny looked at Stan without turning his head. "It's about Wendy, isn't it?" He took Stan's lack of response as a 'yes.' Sighing, he continued. "Look, Stan, we didn't do anything. I know you saw us walk off holding hands, but that was a little show. Well, more for her than for anything." He twiddled his thumbs. "Even though Wendy just dumped Craig today, she was coming to me for her new flavor sample. And to make Craig and 'someone else' jealous. Her words." He sighed, shaking his head. "That pissed me off, so I brought her here, letting her think we were gonna screw around. But I wouldn't do that to you, dude. Instead I explained to her how if she kept up what she was doing, she was going to turn out like me, and she wouldn't want that." He laughed lightly, gazing at the wall. His eyes told the other two that he was remembering something. "Boy did I gross her out. I'll spare you the details, but I mentioned STD's and all that jargon."

Stan starting laughing uncontrollably, his body shaking with said laughter. "Are you serious?" He croaked.

"As serious as Cartman is about pie and Cheesy Poofs," Kenny said, holding up his hand in a cub scout's gesture. "Scout's honor."

"Dammit, dude, you had me pissing my pants. I fucking hate you," Stan said jokingly. "What else happened?"

"Not much," Kenny replied nonchalently. "Told her a girl like her deserved better., so she better get her ass out of my house before someone knew she was here." Chuckling, he added, "God damn is she hot when she runs. I've never seen a chick move so fast in my life." He winced as Stan punched his arm. "Seriously dude, her tits were all over the place!" Another punch. "Alright, alright," he laughed, "I'll shut up now. But just let me say this; I think that 'someone else' she wanted to make jealous is you, Stanny-boy."

"Why would it be?" Stan questioned glumly.

"Well, why not?" Kyle interrupted. "By now she's gotta know you've got the hots for her. Chicks are so god damn weird, Stan, they do the dumbest things without any trace of a resonable excuse."

Sighing heavily, Stan closed his eyes and groaned. Why did girls have to be so difficult?

Stan went to school the next day feeling much better than he had the day before. Kenny and Kyle were no longer mad at him, and he was somewhat at rest knowing Kenny did not betray him. At the bus stop, Kyle and Cartman relayed their usual banter (which Kenny and Stan finally learned to ignore) until the bus arrived. They took their normal seats, Kyle and Stan in front of Kenny and Cartman, and the day already seemed to be going smoothly.

The day kept up like this, until Stan made it into the notorious English class. It started out normally, with Kyle and Stan nagging on Mr. Decker and getting laughs from the class. Stan did notice, however, Wendy glancing over her shoulder and smiling at him more often than usual. Apparently she had gotten over her anger with him. Maybe she figured out he was just being defensive. In the middle of class, much to Stan's delighted surprise, she plopped a note on his desk. He opened it slowly, as if with caution, glancing up at Wendy's almost-mischeivious face. He then glanced at Kyle who wore an expression that said both 'uh oh' and 'way to go, slugger.' In Wendy's unmistakable, loopy handwriting, the note said:

Stan,
I just wanted to tell you that I'm not mad at you. At first I thought I was, but I was just shocked that you fought back. But I realized you were defending yourself and Kenny (Go figure, Stan thought) and I'm sorry for over-reacting in front of you. Hey,I haven't really talked to you for a long time, what's going on? Do you hate me now? I hope not, I don't know what I would do if you did. Talk to me after class or something.
-Wendy.

Stan arched a brow at the note. It was odd to say the least. He looked up at Wendy and nodded in response, saying that yes, indeed, he would meet her after class.

When he did, she offered him that smile that never failed to send the butterflies soaring, and waved. "Hi Stan."

"Uh, hi, Wendy," he said stupidly.

"So, you read the note. What's the answer?"

"To what?"

"You know, silly," She was so bubbly, but of course Stan either didn't notice it or was able to look past it. "Do you hate me?"

"No! God no! Why would I hate you?"

"Good," she said, giggling. "I don't know, we just haven't spoken in so long. I kinda miss you." His blue eyes widened. Was she hitting on him? Her gray eyes sparkled with delight at his reaction. "Have you missed me?"

"Yeah, I have," he admitted sheepishly.

"Well, how about we do something this Saturday? Like, a date?" She bit her lower lip hopefully, fidgeting from foot to foot. Stan choked with nervous laughter, causing Wendy to give him this look of embarrassed horror. "I- if you don't want to, that's okay."

Muttering 'shit' under his breath, he responded, "No, I do! I just- didn't expect this, that's all." He gave her a reasurring smile, which lit up hers.

"Great!" She cooed, giving him a hug, "Give me a call when you know where you're going to take me!"

Stan nodded in agreement, and walked off. He had that light, flittery feeling of walking on air.

The rest of the week seemed to sludge by slowly, each minute feeling like an hour. On Thursday he had called Wendy to tell her to dress up on Saturday, he was going to take her out to eat at the 'Silver Pheasant.' She had squealed with delight and hung up, leaving Stan with a giddy smile on his face.

"Ha, so let me get this straight, Wendy has more balls than you, Marsh, and she asked you out?"

"Yeah," Stan said slowly, realizing he had admitted to Kenny he had smaller balls than a girl. Kenny cracked up, leaning on Cartman for support. "Ay!" He snapped, shoving Kenny off, "Don't get your poor germs on me!"

"Funny how things work," Kyle said, stepping twice on the left arrow. They were at the mall, hogging up the Dance, Dance Revolution from the other teens. "You're gawking over the chick and she asks you out. What kind of girl does that, anyway? Aw, shit!" He cursed, missing three repeated steps.

"Like we've been trying to tell you," Cartman offered hopefully, "Jews don't have rhythm."

"Ah, up yours," Kyle replied nonchalantly, leaping off the dance 'area.' Stan took his turn at the game as he answered questions.

"Where you takin' her?"

"The Silver Pheasant."

"When?"

"Tomorrow. Pickin' her up at six."

"You gonna bang her?"

"Shut up."

"I would bang her," Kenny chimed, receiving a punch in the arm from Kyle. "God dammit, you two are gonna give me fucking bruises!"

They left the mall and went to Stan's house, ambling down into the basement. They played their own (and free) video games without the distractions of other people. No more was said about Wendy, but when the boys left, Kenny slipped a few condoms into Stan's hand.

Author's Note: Alright...so I can get ANOTHER chapter up before Abby comes. XD Well this one hopefully doesn't have a cliffhanger so I don't leave you guys hanging too much. -snicker- And...and...I hope I didn't lose too many reviewers with Kyle's little joke. -prays even though she's not religious- Speaking of reviewers, I'd kindly appreciate it if any of my lovely lurkers would speak up and post a review! The more reviews I get, the moore 'oomph' I have to write. I know it seems like things are slowly going his way now, but I've got some more plans for Stan. -snickers again- Until later, mes amis.