Author's Note: So here it is, the final chapter. This is a short one. I keep meaning to go through and getting rid of lyrics...ugh. Damn ff. net's rules. I'd really appreciate it if my lurkers would now make themselves noticed and review.
Disclaimer: Ah...nothing. I own nothing.
Stan pulled away and glared at her. "You had your chance. No, you've had several chances that you blew. I'm tired of wanting things I can't have. I'm tired of getting my hopes up only to have them come crumbling down around me. Face the facts, Wendy, there's nothing more."
Now she knew what it felt like to have her heart broken, but she had yet to experience the tragedy of having her heart broken every cursed day, every damn time she laid her eyes on the object of her adoration.
Stan could see this in her eyes and sighed. "Karma's a bitch," he said, slamming the door in her face.
She stood there staring at the door, her lips pursed tightly, turning a bright white. Her eyes grew warm with tears and she rubbed her eyes viciously on her arm, trying to rub her eyes raw as if she could remove everything she had seen and experienced recently. She turned around, watching the empty streets and sidewalks, her face growing red and her feet heavy. "FUCK!" she yelled, her face contorting into expressions she thought unimaginable.
Inside Stan flinched drastically, his stomach pummeling to his feet. He simply plopped on the couch and turned the volume up, and in minutes he was completely absorbed in Terrance and Phillip once more.
Wendy stood on Stan's front porch for five minutes, watching the pounding rain and dreading having to run home. She just wanted to sit on his steps, waiting for the guy she had torn apart over a matter of time, picking off limbs with every mistake.
Finally she picked up her feet and slowly trudged in the direction of Kyle's house. She needed to talk to Stan's best friend, it was as close as she could get to getting inside Stan's head. If Kyle didn't know what she could do to gain Stan's trust and love again, she didn't know of anyone else who could.
She hesitated before knocking on the aging door. Kyle answered, his usually calm and mellow face filled with shock. "Wendy? What are you doing here?"
"Hey Kyle," she said, avoiding his question. "Can I come in out of the rain?"
"Uh, I don't think my mom would appreciate you soaking the carpet-"
"Nonsense, Kyle!" came the voice of his mother from the kitchen. "Let the poor girl in, she'll catch a cold."
Kyle groaned and opened the door wide, allowing Wendy room for passage. She trudged in, water dripping and soaking the carpet.
"Hey hey hey! Look who it is!"
Wendy spun around to find Cartman and Kenny sitting on the couch. Kenny was grinning widely at her, while Cartman had the remote in his hand and didn't seem to give a crap about her presence. "Oh great," he muttered. "Kyle you need to close your door, you're getting hippies in the house."
"Shut up, Cartman!" Wendy snapped, glaring icily at him. "At least I can fit through the door!"
Kyle and Kenny unwillingly laughed as Cartman pouted.
"So toots," Kenny said, standing up and slinking towards Wendy, a mischevious grin plastered on his face. "I knew you couldn't resist me for much longer." He smirked and pressed himself against her. "Ooh, baby, I'm getting so hot..."
"Ew, gross!" Wendy shrieked, jumping to the side and causing Kenny to crash to the floor. He laughed and clambored to his knees.
"Please Wendy," he begged jokingly, his hands clasped together and held high. "I beg of you! Take the ring pop as a token of our undying love only so you can turn me down again! I love you!" He sniggered, only to have Kyle smack him in the back of his head.
"You asshole," he hissed, glaring at him and then at Wendy. "I know why you're here and you have a lot of nerve for it."
Kenny stopped laughing and stood at Kyle's side, nodding in agreement. "Yeah, bitch."
Wendy stared at them, her eyes wide and her mouth hanging open. She shut her mouth, her lips pursed tightly, and put her hands on her hips. "And what is that reason, Kyle?"
"You want to know how you can win Stan back."
She frowned. "Alright, yeah. But why won't you help me?"
"God damn hippie," Cartman cursed from his spot on the couch, never looking away from the televison."Are you really that stupid?"
"No, lardo," she responded. "I'm just...unsure."
"We won't help you because you hurt Stan," he snapped, his eyes still glued to the screen. Although he was vendictive and at times evil, he had grown to be more loyal than the others had expected. This was probably because of a near-death experience he had while riding horses with his family.
Wendy's mouth fell open once more. Why didn't she realize his friends would remain loyal and protective of him? She should have known they would have put up their 50-foot walls and refuse to let Wendy in. "Please," she begged softly. "I love him."
"Isn't that what you tell every guy you dong?" Kenny asked, plopping on the couch beside Eric.
"No," she replied firmly, clamping her hands into tight fists. "I really mean it. I can't get him out of my head. He's haunting. Completely haunting. I can't let myself forget how I treated him because those eyes, those wonderful yet sad eyes of his, won't let me. They stare back at me no matter where I'm looking or what I'm doing. If you guys had hearts you would tell me what I could do to let Stan know this."
"Did you tell Stan this?" Kyle asked, folding his arms across his chest.
She blinked. "I-I tried," she stuttered.
"And he didn't seem interested?"
"Kyle, please-"
"No, go, babe," Kenny answered for Kyle. He rolled his eyes at the site of tears rolling lazily across her cheeks once more. "Oh girlfriend please, you did this to yourself."
"SHUT UP!" She screeched, causing the boys to drop their facial expressions. Even Cartman stared at her.
"Wendy, seriously, you need to calm down," he said, his gaze returning to the television once more.
"Yeah," she replied, surprising them all once more by agreeing with him. "I do."
"Listen Wendy," said Kyle, in a much more friendly tone. "If you want to get on Stan's good side, then it's in your best interest to leave him alone. Forget about him. He's already forgetting about you."
Sighing sadly, Wendy shuffled her feet nervously. "So, it's over?"
" 'Fraid so," Kyle agreed, nodding softly. "Although there never really was anything to begin with."
She continued to stare at the floor, seeming to start to understand her situation. However, her expression quickly changed to anger as she looked up at them again. "You know what? I don't care! I get what I want...and I want to be happy! And I won't be happy until I'm in Stan's arms!"
"You can't start a fire sitting around crying over a broken heart," Kyle said with frustration. "Wendy, give it the fuck up. He smartened up and realized that although you love him now, you've caused him nothing but grief and pain and you'd probably do it again with good time. He figured it out thathe deserves better than you."
"But I can give him what he deserves! I can be the Wendy he fell in love with!"
"Jesus Christ," Cartman slurred. "You are stupid. The Wendy he fell in love with is the Wendy that hurt him. God dammit." He spoke as if the subject were an everyday thing, as if they were arguing over Cheesy Poofs and pancakes, and not Stan and Wendy.
"Wendy," Kyle tried once more, "Stan has moved on. He doesn't want you. You can't force him. Move...on...with...your...life!" Kenny sniggered at the slow speech, as if Wendy were a little kid or mentally retarded.
"I refuse to give in until you tell me-"
Kyle groaned, Kenny swore, and Cartman got to his feet. Kyle and Kenny laughed as Cartman picked up a kicking and screaming Wendy, seemingly invincible to her punches and kicks. He opened the door and set her down. "IT'S OVER!" He yelled, obviosuly frustrated with Wendy's perserverance.
Kenny pushed passed Cartman and grinned toothily. "Here's lookin' to you, kid," he said, giving her a two-fingered salute before slamming the door. She was growing rather tired of that particular ritual.
Stan was passed out on the couch, one leg thrown up on the back of the couch and an arm stretched behind his head. His mouth hung open, and he breathed in short, raspy breaths. He jumped and nearly fell off the couch when a ringing doorbell woke him up rather rudely. He grumbled, scratching his chest and shuffling to the door. He ruffled his hair before opening the door, only to groan loudly at the site of Wendy. He started to shut the door but she caught it quickly with a gloved hand, pushing herself inside hishouse. "Stan," she breathed with annoyance, "I was just picked up and thrown by Cartman, I think I deserve to be listened to."
"Well," he said with annoyance, "Obviously there was a reason for Cartman to pick you up and throw you, but if I hear you out, will you leave me alone?"
"Yes," Wendy lied breathlessly.
Stan folded his sculpted arms across his chest, spreading his feet and glaring at her with a sleepy eye. "I really don't want to look at you right now but I'm listening."
She took a deep breath before continuing. "I'll just pick up where I left off, alright? I made the biggest mistake of my life. I never knew someone could make me into such a different person with such ease, and I was scared of the fact that I wasn't in charge for once. Everything I said in the parking lot of Roscoe's was true. I meant every god damned word of it. I fucking love you, Stan. I want to be with you. I want you to be happy."
Sighing, Stan started, "Wendy, if you really love me, if you really want me to be happy, you'd stop hurting me. You'd back off and leave me alone. Dont' you get it? You've broken me. You've broken me into a thousand tiny pieces and I need to put myself back together before I can allow myself to fall for someone so hard again. And I can tell you right now, Wendy, that someone sure as hell won't be you."
"Alright," She said slowly, her voice quivering. "But couldn't you give me a second chance, and allow me to help you put yourself back together?"
"No. Fuck off."
"Please," She begged once more, her voice rising.
"I said no. Now get the hell out of my hou-" His words were silenced as she stepped close against him, a finger trailing down his chest. She shoved him onto the couch and invited herself to sit on his lap, wrapping her legs around him and enveloping him in a deep, tender kiss. He was so completely mesmerized by her taste, by her captivating skill, he found himself unable to push her away. He felt her tongue brush against his lips and unwillingly parted them. Finally the idea of what was happening struck him and he was suddenly able to shove her off onto the floor. He shot to his feet and wiped his mouth. "God dammit, Wendy! I hate you so fucking much, why won't you understand that?"
"I- I don't understand how you could get over someone so quickly-"
"It's easy. Just have your heart broken over and over every fucking day. No, how about having your heart ripped out and EATEN by the one you love? Yeah, that might do it for you."
Wendy sobbed silently, yet no tears were harbored. "Stan, I want to be happy with you! I want that happy, fairty-tale ending to our story!"
Stan snorted, a haunting glint shining in his now emotionless eyes. "My dear Wendy," he said, his voice eeringly low and monotone, "Stories aren't meant to have happy endings. They're more realistic that way."
Wendy got to her feet slowly, shaking and quivering. "I-I'm sorry to have put you through all this, Stan. I'm so sorry." She wiped her eyes on the sleeve of her jacket, blinked, and looked at Stan. "I guess I won't get my happy ending. I, I guess I got what I deserved."
Stan's gaze softened noticebly as he stepped toward her and placed a pity-kiss on her trembling lips. "For, for closure," He stuttered, trying to offer her a forgiving smile. They stared at each other for a long while before Wendy spoke again.
"I've got another confession to make," she whispered, slightly contorting the lyrics, "I'm your fool."And she grasped for the hands that would never touch her again.
Author's Note: Ze End. XD -dances- Yay I finally completed a fanfic! -dances some more- I really hope I didn't piss anyone off. I know a lot of you were rooting for a happy Stan-and-Wendy-walk-off-into-the-sunset-holding-hands ending...but...I agree wtih Stan on this one. No happy endings for me. >. I'm really sorry if I disappointed any of you.
Now, I'd like to thank my reviewers. And again, I'd like for my lurkers to review. I know you guys are there. xP
Special thanks to: James, Soneka the Hedgehog, Dinky Doodle, Amelia, BlackNeonTears, Flores Para Les Meurtos, Call Me Blue Streak, Crow T R0bot, Total Misanthrope, Abby, VCorrigan, Bobby, Abby, and Sparkus. My apologies if I forget anyone...I really haven't forgotten you and I appreciate everything!
Special, Special Thanks to CMBS, Crow T R0bot, total misanthrope, and Sparkus for being there from the very beginning.
Special, Special thankses!
Californianwhohatescalifornia (or, I shoulda just typed, Bobby, eh? Well, screw that.): I was excited when you reviewed, too. Your reviews were so much fun to read because they somehow always managed to make me smile or laugh. You seemed to be into the story and that was a good thing. -hugs for Bobby-
Zombie-Pip: Yeah you didn't review or anything but I DONT CARE! I'm pretty honored you sat and read ten chapters in a row...and I was shocked to find out that it made you cry, even. I felt accomplished.
Abby: Thanks for everything...and for things that don't really need to go on here. XD Thank you for not laughing to my face while I wrote this or getting mad when I bugged you aboot it. XD
and last but not least:
SPARKUS: Ohmigawdgffngsklfng you're the best internet wife EVER. You were the first person to read and review it...and you stuck through to the very end giving me wonderful, amazing, thoughtful reviews! And...and...FANART! My first, ever! Fwee! -tacklehugglompmadpassionatebuttsecks- Thank you sososososossoosso much!
Alright...I have no idea what's next. I have a Butters one-shot I might do next...or I might do a Tweek story. But I also have the desire for a Cartman, Tweek, Craig, or Christophe fic. So I don't know. Oh, and to those people who read this only because it was a het story: I really hope it was more than that. And I intend on writing a slash sometime in the near future so if that isn't your cup of tea STEER CLEAR.
Ahem. Well, I'm gonna miss you all...until next time...
Much love,
-Sandman Zane-