4 Years later I'm back at it again. Dedicated to Skylar.

Wendy woke up with a headache and a nauseous feeling in her gut. She ran her hand through her hair and realized it was out of its usual ponytail, she sat up quickly, feeling the blanket fall around her as the cold hit her soft skin. It was freezing. It took her a moment to realize what was going on. She glanced down at the bed and Kenny lay beside her, sprawled out and shirtless.

"Holy shit." She mumbled as she ran her hands through her hair, she still wasn't used to it being short. She relaxed against the headboard, careful not to wake Kenny. Wendy glanced around Kenny's dark room under her eyes settled on a digital Terrance and Phillip clock on his nightstand.

2:35 in bright blue light and underneath it said Wednesday.

Wendy sat stringy up suddenly, "Oh shit!" She exclaimed a little too loudly.

Kenny's eyes popped open and he glanced at Wendy, "What is it?" He asked softly, his voice raspy. He sat up and stretched, his shaggy blonde bedhead falling in front of his eyes.

Wendy took a moment to drink in the sight before her. The moonlight was shining through the thin curtains and right on Kenny. She extended an arm as she noticed scratch marks on his back, "Fuck, did I do that?" She asked.

Kenny laughed and turned to her, "Yeah, we had a lot of fun last night. You were so chill, we should smoke together more often."

Getting high with Kenny was the last thing Wendy needed to do on a Tuesday night. "My parents are going to skin me alive." That was all she could think about, she couldn't even focus on the fact that Kenny looked so hot with his bed head... and his raspy voice... and those scratches which she didn't even think she was capable of leaving.

Wendy crawled across Kenny and started looking for her clothes on the floor. "I'm so dead." She groaned as she began getting dressed again.

Kenny turned to face her, watching her get dressed. "Why?" He asked.

Wendy turned towards him, "It's the middle of the night on a school night. My parents will kill me if they haven't already called the police." She noticed Kenny was fully naked and her face flushed, "Put on some pants." She turned away and pulled on her shirt and then grabbed her phone out of her coat pocket. She had so many calls and messages, too many to count. She felt her stomach drop as she scrolled through them, she knew she was dead now.

Kenny put a hand on her shoulder, "Let's get you home." He said he had put on sweats and his jacket.

On the ride to her house, Wendy sat frigid in the passenger seat. Her eyes were plastered on the window, unmoving. Kenny glanced at her, "Hey, it'll be okay. We all do stupid shit sometimes I'm sure your parents will forgive you."

"Yeah, but I'm not supposed to make mistakes. I'm supposed to be a good kid..." Wendy trailed off as she looked at Kenny. What had happened? She sighed and turned away. "Drop me off like a block away from my house. I have to walk up alone."

Kenny sighed and pulled over. "Wendy, I'm sorry."

Wendy smiled weakly, "It's not your fault." She leaned over and kissed him. "I'll see you tomorrow."

She climbed out of his car and let out a breath, watching it hang in the air before walking to her house. Wendy saw that her living room lights were on and she groaned softly, knowing her parents wouldn't let this one go. She tried to think of a quick lie, she couldn't let her parents know she was smoking weed and having sex.

As Wendy climbed her porch steps she decided that she would tell her parents she was at Bebe's. She had covered for Bebe plenty of times, she was sure she would cover for her once. She pushed open the door and came in with a cold burst of air.

"Wendy! Where have you been?" Her mother cried, jumping up from the couch.

Her father turned to face her, "You better have a good explanation for this young lady."

Wendy looked down and sighed, "I was at Bebe's." She lied smoothly, "We were talking and then we watched a movie. We both fell asleep, I'm sorry. It won't happen again." She hoped she sounded sincere, she didn't want there to be any holes.

"Oh... you were just at the Steven's?" Her mom asked, sitting down on the couch.

"Yes, mom." Wendy looked up at her and smiled. "I'm sorry I scared you guys like that."

Wendy's dad sighed and shook her head, "Wendy, you know we want to know where you are at all times. We just want to keep you safe, sweetie."

Her parents exchanged glances, Wendy felt her stomach drop. She didn't know if she was convincing enough or not. He parents looked tired and worried, Wendy made a mental note to turn her ringer on the next time she went out.

"It's so late, go get some sleep, it's a school night." Her mom said, reaching out and brushing her hair out of her face, "We'll talk about this tomorrow evening."

Wendy nodded and began to turn and go up to her room when her dad added, "And don't go out tomorrow night."

Wendy sighed silently, she didn't think she had gotten away with it, but then again she had never given them a reason not to trust them. She was a good kid. Wendy closed her bedroom door and stood in silence for a moment. She wasn't a good kid anymore.

Kenny rolled into school the next day halfway through the third period. He hadn't bothered to get up on time and when he did get up he took his time getting ready. He slid into the back of math class next to Craig, unnoticed by anyone else.

"You finally showed up." Craig chuckled and turned his head to face Kenny.

"I didn't want to come to school." Kenny grinned, "My bed felt to nice and I was way too tired. I was up half the night smoking and fucking with Wendy."

"No way, you did not smoke weed wiry Wendy Testaburger," Craig stated in a monotone whisper.

Kenny rolled his eyes, "Of course you wouldn't believe that, Tucker. But the fact is, it happened."

"Wendy would never smoke weed." Craig dismissed.

"Dude! That's what I thought but she has the lungs if a stoner." Kenny smiled and he leaned back in his chair. "She's amazing."

Craig wiggled his eyebrows. "Kenny are you falling-"

"Craig Tucker, if you have something so important to say then why don't you share it with the whole class." The math teacher had stopped her lesson and looked back at the two boys.

"Sure. Kenny is falling..."

"Falling ill." Kenny cut him off as he saw Bebe's scowling face from the front of the classroom.

"I'm not feeling too well." Kenny faked a cough as the teacher rolled her eyes and sighed, returning to her lesson. Bebe took a second to turn back around.

For the rest of the class, Kenny kept glancing between the clock and the board, not taking notes on anything. When the bell rang he stood up and dashed out of the classroom, not waiting to talk to Craig. He didn't want to be confronted by Bebe. He wanted to get to his fourth period.

"Kenny, whoa man. Where are you going?" Clyde put up his hands to stop Kenny and it seemed to work.

"Clyde I'm in a hurry." Kenny explained, "I'm avoiding Bebe."

"Why?" Clyde asked. Kenny let out a sigh as he looked at Clyde. He reeked of weed, but it's not like Kenny had any room to talk.

"Clyde, why don't you go home if you're stoned?" Kenny asked.

"I can't miss any more days of school." Clyde laughed and put his hands in his pockets. "Besides I didn't mean to get high. I just ate the wrong brownies for breakfast."

"Why the fuck were you eating brownies for breakfast?"

Clyde shrugged, "Where's Craig?"

"Hell if I know." Kenny heard the sound of high heels tapping down the hallway behind him. He turned his head to see an unhappy blonde walking down the hallway right for him. "I have to go..." he made a beeline for the bathroom as he heard Clyde's laughter in the hallway behind him.

Once Kenny was in the bathroom he knew he'd be okay. There's no way Bebe would go into the boy's bathroom, he thought to himself as he glanced at the mirror. He noticed how tired he looked for the first time in a while. Dark circles encased his eyes, he pulled the strings on his jacket, wanting to disappear.

The bathroom door slammed open. "You son of a bitch." Bebe seethed as she walked over to Kenny.

"Bebe, what the hell?!" Kenny knew she was mad but he didn't know she was this mad. "Get out of here."

Token Black was standing at the urinal watching the event unfold. Bebe glanced at him, "Token, could you leave us alone for a moment."

He frantically zipped up his pants, "Can I wash my hands first?" He questioned.

"No, just get out." Bebe pointed to the door, the man was she intimidating when she was mad. Token left without another word.

"Bebe this has gone too far," Kenny stated.

Bebe narrowed her eyes, "You were the one that took it too far."

He crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes back at her, "I really like Wendy."

"Oh? Is that so?" Bebe asked, stepping closer to the taller blonde. She rested a hand on his shoulder, taking her other hand and slipping his hood off. "Are you ready to commit to her and only her?"

"Bebe, stop-"

He was cut off by the blonde lips being pressed softly against his. He held it only for a second before pulling away. Once he pulled away he realized his hands had fallen naturally around her waist and she had pulled him close. "I'm not so sure that you're ready." She said softly.

She pushed herself up and made contact with his lips again, this time more passionate as her long nails dug softly into the flesh of Kenny's neck. His hands explored her body finding the round curve of her ass, he allowed himself to squeeze lightly before he pulled away. "You know this is wrong." He stated, his hands still resting on her ass.

"Yeah, it is wrong." Bebe fluttered her eyelash extensions and flash a gleaming smile. "But not as wrong as you breaking my best friends heart days after she broke up with her long term boyfriend."

Kenny took a moment to digest the words she said, the bell rang and Kenny was already late for the fourth period. He sighed deeply and took his hands off Bebe, who was staring at him intently. "What do you want me to say, Bebe?"

"I want you to tell me that you're going to stop fucking around with Wendy." Her eyes narrowed, "Are you a dumbass?"

"Who am I supposed to be fucking around with then?" Kenny asked, ignoring the question and changing the subject. He didn't want to stop seeing Wendy, but everyone did seem upset with him for it. He wondered if Wendy was getting the same scrutiny.

"I'll always be here." Bebe winked, pulling him closer again. "But you have to promise you won't see Wendy again." She kissed Kenny softly along his jawline moving slowly up to his lips.

"And if I don't?" Kenny was growing tired but also growing horny because Bebe could not keep her hands off him.

"Then we're gonna have problems, babe." She pressed her lips softly against his again and Kenny kissed back putting them back in the same position they'd been in before.

Kenny and Bebe have hooked up so many times, she knew how to make him weak. She knew exactly where to place her hands on his body and how to kiss him until he was begging for something more. He couldn't help it, it all felt so natural to him. He slid his hands under her shirt not caring that they were standing in the boy's room.

Bebe's hands found their way into Kenny's unzipped jacket as she pressed her body against his. He was melting, his head swirling with too many thoughts. He remembered how Wendy felt in his arms last night when they were stoned and fucking each other. It felt so much better than this, more special. The boy's bathroom definitely wouldn't have been the weirdest place he'd hooked up before.

He felt Bebe start to unbutton his pants and he pulled away from the kiss. "Wait, Bebe, we can't do anything in here. What if someone came in?" Kenny asked, suddenly having a clear thought for a moment.

"Just let me suck your dick, you know I'll make quick work of it." She giggled and unzipped his pants. Kenny glances uneasily at the door. "Come on, you know you'll love it."

Kenny couldn't even argue, he let her give him the blowjob. His mind was lost as she was sucking on his dick though, he couldn't stop looking at the door. Class had been going for fifteen minutes already, Kenny was sure someone was going to walk in any second.

Bebe looked up at him from on her knees, "You aren't even paying attention to me." She complained, licking the tip of his dick to get his attention again.

Kenny groaned softly and tangled his fingers in her hair. It had been so long since he'd gotten a blow job, it felt so nice. Bebe was so skilled, she gave the best blowjobs in the school. It's not like it was a secret either.

Kenny already felt close to cumming after a few minutes. The excitement of getting a blow job and the anticipating of someone walking in on them was making him anxious to get it over with. "I'm so close..." Kenny trailed off closing his eyes.

Bebe's soft lips felt so good wrapped around him, he felt a familiar feeling well up in his gut. But suddenly Bebe pulled away, Kenny's eyes shot open and Bebe was stand up looking at him. Kenny started to open his mouth but Bebe beat him to the chase, "I said you could fuck with me if you said you wouldn't see Wendy anymore, but you didn't." She said it so matter-of-factly it was almost mocking.

"We can pick up where we left off when you come to your senses. See you around, babe." Bebe turned on her heel and her shoes clicked on the tiles as she left the bathroom.

"Fuck." Kenny breathed as he pulled his pants back up, trying his best to zip up his pants with his still hard dick inside it. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." Kenny groaned as he stood alone in the boy's room. No one had ever left him so high and dry like that before.

Kenny didn't even have time to think before the door swung open. A teacher walked in, "McCormick, don't you have somewhere to be." He barked, seeing as he was standing in the bathroom alone.

Kenny didn't even respond, ducking out of the bathroom and into the empty school hallway. He wandered down the hall until he got to the class he was supposed to be in, which was already halfway over. He debated on not going, but he had already missed so much school. He didn't want his parents finding out he'd been ditching, it was a fight waiting to happen.

He pushed open the door and walked in, all eyes in the class turned to him as he slinked in and slumped down in his seat. "Look who decided to join us, late as always." Kenny didn't respond, he barely heard.

The rest of the day felt like a blur to him, during lunch he sat in his car with Craig and Clyde and smoked a cigarette while Craig and Clyde passed a joint between them. "So what did you and Bebe do in the bathroom today?" Clyde questioned out of the blue, "Token told me she was pissed."

"Oh yeah, she wants me to stay away from Wendy." Kenny flicked his cigarette butt out the window.

"Well looks like that's not happening." Craig pointed out the window towards Wendy who was walking up to the car.

"Guess we'll let you guys have some privacy," Clyde said, chuckling with Craig before pointing the joint out and slipping it in his pocket. "You're still coming over to smoke tonight, right?" He questioned as he opened the door.

"Yeah, I'll be over," Kenny assured them as they left, watching as Wendy came up to the car. Wendy walked over and got inside the car on the passenger side.

"Hey." She said softly, "Can we talk?" She asked before Kenny could say anything else. He stared at her for a moment, noticing how her hair framed her face. She looked so good with short hair, he wanted to reach over and run his hands through it but he contained himself.

"Are you okay?" Kenny questioned, he caught himself looking out the window, searching for Bebe. He wanted to tell Wendy but knew if he told her she would try and fix it herself. He didn't want to stress her out, so he kept it to himself.

"I'm fine, I'm going to get in trouble after school." She sighed, "for staying out too late last night."

"Ah." Kenny and she sat in an awkward silence for a moment. Kenny watched the snowflakes fall softly on his windshield. "Sorry, about that."

"It's okay, it's not your fault. I actually had a really good time last night." Wendy smiled brightly.

"Did you like the weed then?" Kenny asked he looked over at her again. He couldn't help but stare, he'd never seen Wendy in this light before. She was beautiful, not just hot, but beautiful. It made Kenny why she was sitting in her car with him at that moment.

"Yeah, I don't know if I'll try it again any time soon." Wendy giggled and scooted closer to Kenny, resting her head on his chest. Kenny smiled softly as her perfume drifted up towards him, feeling embarrassed he smelt like weed and cigarettes.

They sat like this for another moment, watching the snowfall. "Wendy... what are we- I mean like, what are we doing?"

"Right now, we're just hanging out." Wendy didn't know what was going on either. They both knew it was too early to put a label on things. Wendy didn't know what she was doing, in her heart she knew Kenny would never settle down with her, but something about him made her feel safe and heard.

"Ah, I see." Kenny out his arm around her and pulled her closer to him. He didn't know what to say. Was he ready to be in a relationship with her, he didn't know. He thought back to the blowjob he'd gotten this morning, is that what he'd be missing out on if he decided to be in a relationship.

Kenny didn't know. He hadn't been in relationship in years. He was unsure what they were like and if he could get over his personal grudges against love. Part of him wanted to push Wendy away right then and there and stop this weird feeling he had for her. Kenny looked down at her, he couldn't push her away.

•••

Kyle sat with David at lunch. Stan wasn't at school today, Kyle hadn't been able to get a hold of him all day. He assumed he was moping around depressed, seeing as that's what he's usually doing. Kyle took a bite of his sandwich and looked at his boyfriend. He wished they were out so he could give him a kiss on the cheek right now.

David was dark and handsome and Kyle was lanky and a nerdy ginger. He felt their romance with something out of a book. They had become close over the years, partially because in middle school Kyle spent all his time at the Neuva Familia Mexican restaurant stuffing his face with pork quesadillas. Since then, the pair had become inseparable. When Kyle found it hard to talk to Stan he talked to David, but he always tried to remains friends with Stan because they were supposed to be super best friends.

While Kyle and David had their ups and downs at times, one roadblock in their relationship was always Stan. David couldn't stand Stan. He was always trying to get Kyle to see that Stan was holding him back and that he could do so much more with his life besides try and help Stan. He didn't see it the way Kyle did, he didn't understand the "super best friends" shit either- who cares about a pact from seven years ago anyways.

"I'm worried about Stan," Kyle said finally. He needed to talk about it, David would understand.

David sighed deeply, "Kyle you already know how I feel about Stan."

"I know, I know but I still care for him. I wonder what he's up to right now."

"Kyle Stan is holding you back," David stated, rolling his eyes. "What has he ever done for you?"

"Well last year on my birthday he bought me a cake," Kyle said, that was about the kindest thing Stan had done for him in a while. It was a Terrance and Phillip cake, still a secret guilty pleasure for them both.

"And what happened to the cake by the end of that party?" David asked.

"Stan had..." Kyle trailed off.

"Stan had gotten so drunk that he tripped and dropped the cake while we were singing happy birthday so you. Mi corazón, when are you going to start treating yourself with the love and respect that you deserve? Can't you see how much you're worth? You deserve people in your life that will be willing to do anything for you. People that don't hold you back, people who will support you and your dreams. Stan is always making you clean up his messes." David reached out and rested his hand on top of Kyle's.

Kyle sighed and pulled his hand away from him, "I guess you're right dude, but still. I've known him forever."

"You shouldn't feel guilted to be friends with him just because you've known him forever. That's not a good reason to be friends with someone." David insisted.

Kyle didn't respond and resorted to eating his sandwich in silence. He understood where David was coming from, he did have a valid point after all. Stan hadn't really been a great friend to him, especially lately. Kyle pulled his phone out and opened it to him and Stan's conversation, he hadn't even opened the messages yet. He put his phone away, "I guess you right." He grumbled.

•••

Kenny spent the whole evening smoking with Craig, Clyde, and Token. He wasn't having a particularly good time, his mind kept drifting back to Wendy and Bebe and Stan. He wasn't in the right headspace to be smoking bu every time they passed him a joint.

A couple hours in he was sitting disassociated on the couch while the others played COD. Kenny has been staring at the same spot for a moment, letting his mind drift between his thoughts.

"You Kenny, you good man?" Craig's voice cut through his thoughts like a knife.

"Yeah... I'm just spacing out. I got a lot on my mind." Kenny sunk into the couch, he wished he could melt away.

"Kenny's falling in love," Clyde said, laughing. Token and Craig joined in and Kenny smiled weakly before pushing himself up off the couch.

"Guess that's my cue to leave, catch you losers later." Kenny began walking towards the door. He suddenly felt irritated by them and wanted to get out of Clyde's basement. It was stuffy and it reeked like pot and cigarettes. Clyde's dad didn't care if they smoked down thereafter Clyde's mom drowned in the toilet he'd given up.

"Whatever Kenny, you've been silent all night." Clyde retorted back at him. Kenny flipped him off as he left, waking up the stairs and out the door to his car. He climbed inside and started it up, getting lost in Judas Priest as he drove him.

When he pulled into his driveway he saw his dads truck in the garage And groaned. He was too stoned to deal with than right now. He didn't have anywhere to go though. Kenny glances at his clock, it was only eleven, maybe someone was still up he could talk to.

He threw his truck in reverse and pulled out of his driveway, speeding off down the road. He drove around South Park for a few minutes but quickly grew tired of the scenery. He pulled over in a park and took out his phone, he had a text from Wendy. It was a link to tickets for Judas Priest priest concert in Denver, "This made me think of you."

Kenny laughed and stared at his phone. He wished he could see Wendy right now. "Damn it." He breathed, and then he called her. Surprisingly she picked up after the first ring.

"Hey, Wendy." He said, smiling to himself, he left the park and began driving around again.

"Hey, Kenny, what's up?" She asked sweetly.

"I'm just bored, driving around. I don't want to go home, family stuff you know." He explained.

"Ah, I see. I got grounded today because I stayed out so late." Wendy sighed, "I guess it's no big deal. I didn't really have big plans anyways."

"How long are you grounded for?" Kenny asked he was kind of disappointed that he wouldn't get to see Wendy again any time soon.

"Just a week." Wendy sighed, "I lied and told them I was at Bebe's so they went easier on me."

"Ah, I see." Kenny chuckled, "Damn that's too bad. I was hoping you'd be down to come on a drive with me."

"I would be down but I can't, my regular curfew wouldn't be eleven anyways."

Kenny turned down Wendy's street anyways. "Yeah, but, you could always sneak out."

Wendy snorted laughing, "Why would I do that?"

"Remember on New Years. I thought your New Years resolution was to be more daring." Kenny teaser, he parked across the street from Wendy's house.

"Oh, I don't know... I think I'm already in a lot of trouble." Wendy mused, "But it would be exciting.0

"Yeah it would be exciting so come outside, I'm here." Kenny looked up at her bedroom window and saw her lookout from the curtains, the rest of her house looked dark.

"Well... maybe I'll just come to say hi for a minute."

Kenny watched as her face disappeared again. He smiled to himself, oddly proud that he was getting Wendy to sneak out for him. "Just let me get my shoes."

There was silence on the line for a moment, Kenny suspected she was putting on her shoes. He looked up at her house and saw a light come on in one of the other rooms. Kenny's eyes were drawn to it and he met eyes with Wendy's dad who was staring back at him. "Uh, Wendy..." Kenny stated, "I think you should stay inside, your dad saw me."

"My what saw you?!" Wendy sounded upset. She didn't have to wait long before her dad was pounding on her door. She didn't bother saying bye before hanging up.

Kenny drove off, "So much for Wendy." He sighed as he drove off into the night. He hoped she wouldn't get in trouble. She hadn't left the house after all.