Hey, it's us here! Just so you know, this was my (IBB) first RP EVER! And it was our first one together. Sorry if there are any areas that are choppy and don't make any sense. Please continue reading!
Chapter 2
The next night, Stan was combing his hair in the hallway mirror. He was getting prepared to head out for Kyle's house, when he heard a knock at the door. He answered it, since he was on his way out anyway.
"Uh...hi," he said, a little flustered at who was standing in front of him.
"Hi Stan." Wendy Testaburger greeted him with a warm smile. "Can I come in?"
"Uh...sureā¦" he said, unsure. He had spent a few hours placing himself in the mindset of being naked at Kyle's...what was his girlfriend doing there?
Wendy made her way inside the house. "I thought I'd surprise you. So, surprise."
Stan struggled to keep his laughter contained. Wendy was never much for timing.
"Oh, hey!" he said, trying his best to sound surprised, though he couldn't mask his disappointment.
Wait, disappointment! Why would I be disappointed, he asked himself.
"Are you going to Kenny's birthday party?" Wendy asked her man as she made herself comfortable on the living room sofa.
"Kenny IS my friend," Stan said, irritated that she had just came in and made herself at home.
Wendy gave him a 'what-does-that-mean' look? "Your point?"
"...Yeah, I'll be there." he replied, softening his tone a bit. "Sorry. But um, I was actually just on my way out. So-"
Wendy stared at him blankly. "...So you'll be a bit later than you expected."
"Well, it's kind of important. It's...for school."
"Yeah, but this is me, Stanley" she said with a harsh tone. Stan sighed. He did usually blow off Wendy. She was bound to start getting pissed sometimes.
"Okay, Wends, I can stay a bit longer, just let me make a phone call," Stan compromised.
"Fine," she agreed. Stan shut the door and once again went to his phone, dialing up Kyle's house.
Three rings, and he heard someone pick up. "Hello?" he called into the receiver. There was a bunch of noise, but it wasn't anyone's voice. "Kyle?"
"Oh hey Stan!" Kyle said, overenthusiastically. "Are you almost here? Dinner is about to be set!"
"Uh, no not quite." he said. "I'm actually still at home. I'm gonna be a little late if that's okay."
Kyle could not disguise the disappointment in his voice. "What? Why!" He had gotten him to agree and come this far, why was Stan backing out now?
"Just...Someone dropped by the house." Stan explained. "I'll be by later okay?"
"Wendy's there, isn't she," Kyle guessed right away. "Dude, how many times are you going to bail on me for her?"
Stan felt defensive. "What? DUDE! I ALWAYS BAIL ON HER!"
Wendy's eyebrows furrowed at this statement, mostly because it was true. Here she was trying to be nice, and look what she was getting for it.
"Whatever, fine." Kyle shook his head, still unhappy with this news. "We'll save a plate for you. Get here when you can."
"You don't need to save a plate for me. I think she and I'll probably eat somewhere."
Kyle felt the anger form in his stomach. "Dude, you're not gonna make it tonight, are you?"
"I'll be there!" Stan assured. "Just not until...later..."
"Yeah, sure." Kyle said with disappointment still fresh in his voice.
"Kyle I w-"
Stan was cut off by a sudden dial tone. He hung up on his end as well, and turned back to face his woman.
"You want to eat out?" he asked casually, a little hurt that Kyle cut him off like that.
"I don't know." Wendy replied, also sounding pissed at him. "Are you sure you won't just 'bail' on me in the middle of dinner?"
Stan sighed. "Wendy I-"
"Stan, I came here tonight to spend some time with you. Now I'm the bad guy cuz I'm keeping you from some thing with Kyle? Well excuse me for wanting to spend time with my fucking boyfriend!"
Stan pinched the bridge of his nose. "Wendy. I ditched Kyle cause I want to be with you. He and I can hang out some other time." He still had his nose pinched. "I had to tell Kyle this so he would leave us alone."
Stan was only being half-truthful.
"Well, okay then." Wendy nodded, softening a bit herself. "In that case, let's put this behind us and spend a nice evening together like we both want to. Kyle will get over it."
Stan cursed himself in the back of his mind. No, no Kyle will bitch about it tomorrow. And rightfully so. He had to make the best of this time because he knew he would get his ass handed to him later. "So," he said a bit more seductive this time. "do you want to eat out?"
Wendy looked at him and smiled mischievously.
Wendy approached Stan and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him into a standing kiss. Stan instinctively responded by placing his hands on the girl's sides and kissing her back.
She pulled away, smiling. "I bet I know where you'd like to eat."
Stan grinned. At least he'd still get to get naked. His plans hadn't changed that much.
Wendy took Stan's hand in hers and led him upstairs. "I've missed you lately." she commented.
"Me too, babe," he said halfheartedly. "Me too." Why did he have this strange sensation in his stomach? He felt guilty. He counteracted that by kissing her on the forehead as he wrapped his arm around her shoulder
Wendy closed and locked the door to Stan's room. "When we're done here, we can get some real dinner," she said with a smirk as she took off her coat.
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Stan went to school the next day, but he was very reluctant to do so. He spotted Kenny first in the morning and decided to address him.
"Dude, have you talked to Kyle today?" he asked right away, skipping the usual pleasantries.
"Kyle...Kyle..." Kenny said, gesturing that he needed to jog his memory. "The only person I've seen lately has a stick up his ass and is starting to get on my last nerve. I don't know of any Kyle."
Stan sighed. "That's what I was afraid of."
"Speak of the devil..." Kenny mumbled, his eyes directly behind Stan.
Stan cringed with dread and turned around, meeting an angry gaze right away.
"Yeah, I'll be there later, Kyle," Kyle mocked. "Yeah, Wendy and I won't stay together long, Kyle." His eyes pierced straight through Stan's, burning a hole through his head.
"Dude, just let me explain."
"You don't need to explain a thing!" Kyle snapped. "Not a goddamn thing Stan, because it's the same story every time."
"What! How is there even a story! This is the first time I've ever..." Stan trailed off. He was starting to remember the many, many, MANY times he had ditched Kyle for Wendy.
"...The first time you ever what?" Kyle inquired, still sounding mad.
"Kyle, I'm sorry okay?" Stan said, changing the subject before he could be proven wrong. "It's not like I planned for her to come over." he defended, despite the deserved guilt he was feeling. "I had my coat on and everything. I was out the door and then she just...showed up."
"So you could have just...showed her out!" he exclaimed. "Dude! We had...we had...plans!"
Kenny closed his locker and attempted to leave the scene without getting caught in the middle of those two. Stan responded to Kyle.
"I know, I know. I'm sorry okay? But I got my time with her outta the way last night, so, can we just start over tonight? Please?"
Kyle growled. "If you're gonna bail, I can just find someone else to do it."
"Dude, I'm not gonna bail," Stan sighed.
"You promise?" Kyle questioned.
"Yes." Stan said, sure of himself.
"You won't bai-"
"DUDE!" I said I won't!"
"...All right." Kyle agreed. "Be there at six. My parents are at some PTA thing then, and my brother's at scouts."
"6 o'clock. Okay. I'll be there at 5," Stan said, checking his invisible schedule.
Kyle shot him a blank look. "Be there at 6."
Stan nodded, knowing he had to behave in order to get back in his best friend's good graces.
"Oh, and Kyle!" he added. "I'll wear something warm." He grinned at his overused joke, while Kyle just rolled his eyes, a bit of a smile forming in his lips.
Kyle turned away and headed for class; not wanting to give Stanley the satisfaction of seeing him amused. Stan went the opposite way, only to find Kenny waiting for him around the corner of the hallway.
"Well?" Ken asked.
"Well what?"
"So Wendy came over last night?" The blonde pervert grinned.
"She did."
Kenny hit Stan's shoulder playfully. "Come on, don't withhold information. What'd you guys do?"
Stan grinned widely. "I ate out."
Kenny smirked. "And?"
"...And it was nice. Then we got dinner and-"
"Whoa, whoa." Ken interrupted. "You -stopped- at eating out? No sex?"
"Not all of us are sex-crazed whores like you are, Ken!" Stan joked. Truthfully, he knew Kenny was probably the biggest slut of the school. One reason he didn't want Kenny to be Kyle's model.
Wait, he thought. Why should that even bother me? Its not like Kyle would ever...return his advances...
"You're boring." Kenny replied, also half-jokingly. "Have you and her -ever- fucked?"
Stan smiled in his own little way, giving Kenny all the answer he needed.
"Awwww Stan and Wendy gettin' it ON in here!" he announced loudly, making crude sex moves to the open air in front and beside him.
Stan reached out his hands in desperation for Kenny to shut up. "Dude! Not so loud!"
Kenny giggled. "Yeah, I bet that's what you said to her too."
Stan slapped his forehead. He crept forward to Kenny, breathing heavily into his face. "Okay. Wendy and I have had...you know. But, its something that is personal. She doesn't like me to talk about it. I haven't even told Kyle about it yet."
"Heh. Yeah well, if she didn't expect you to brag to your friends, she's pretty stupid."
Stan glared at Kenny. "I HAVE NOT EVEN TOLD KYLE YET," he repeated, as though that was something significant.
"Easy," Kenny said. "I won't say shit."
Stan watched Kenny walk away with his own lopsided after-sex glow grin. Just the news of someone else's sexcapades was enough to get that boy excited.
Stan looked at the ground. Why did it matter that he hadn't even told Kyle yet? Why was that such a big deal?
