Swings.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own South Park or anything related to it. It belongs to South Park Studios, Comedy Central and to the legends themselves, Matt Stone and Trey Parker.


Stan and Wendy were hanging out in the living room of the Marsh residence.

The raven haired beauty was sitting on the sofa, curled up into a ball. In the meantime, her boyfriend Stan dashed upstairs to get a heating pad for his girlfriend, since she was dealing with not so pleasant and painful menstrual cramps.

The fifteen year old teenage girl had been experiencing all sorts of things that came with getting her first period. Of course, it was just another sign of the physical development she had been going through – her body growing, her getting taller, her face breaking out for no particular reason, and her moods that were prone to change like a light switch.

Admittedly, Stan slept through the majority of his Biology lessons in elementary school and in middle school, especially the parts about female biology, but he had definitely noticed a lot of things changing about his long time girlfriend.

He was sometimes left very, very confused about why Wendy was feeling happy one minute and why the next minute she wanted to cry and kick his ass. She also wanted to cuddle with him and kiss him, but then would do a complete one-eighty.

But, Stan had been more than supportive towards Wendy and loved her no matter what mood she would be in. Because heck, he had also been going through his own physical development and would often switch moods as well.

"Oww...", the dark haired girl muttered again, adjusting herself into a more comfortable position and hoping that would at least help her to ease down the uncomfortable pain.

Wendy's ears perked up at the sound of her boyfriend's footsteps coming down the stairs. She noticed Stan walking towards the sofa and carrying a towel in his hand. He smiled gently at Wendy, before sitting down next to her. "I'm back."

Stan gently pushed her legs up to make some room for him to sit down on the sofa. He guided Wendy to lay down and pulled up her pink fluffy sweater just a little bit, pressing the hot and neatly folded towel on her lower abdomen area. Feeling the hot fabric come into the touch with her skin, Wendy scrunched up her face for the briefest moment, but let out a sigh of relief once she felt the annoying pain slowly dissipating.

''Are you feeling a bit better?'', Stan asked, looking down at his girlfriend with a worried expression.

Wendy smiled affectionately at him, before she pushed herself up into a sitting position and crossed her legs in Stan's lap. ''Yeah, just a little bit. You're such a sweetheart.''

Stan reached forward for Wendy's hand and gave it a gentle squeeze, smiling at his beautiful girlfriend. ''Are your cramps usually painful like this?''

''Well, it depends. They are usually only slightly uncomfortable and not so painful, but sometimes can hurt like a motherfucker.'', she explained.

"Hm, if you want to, I can go and get you some painkillers.", Stan offered.

"You really don't have to. This is good enough, thanks."

Wendy scooted closer to Stan and snuggled up against him. He wrapped one arm around Wendy's shoulder and gently kissed her on the forehead. He grabbed the remote and turned on the TV, eventually deciding to watch some cheesy romantic comedy with his girlfriend.

But the blissful silence between the raven haired couple was suddenly interrupted by Wendy's stomach growling out loudly.

''Sorry...", Wendy laughed nervously. "I'm hungry again.''

Raising a sarcastic eyebrow at Wendy, Stan's eyes widened in surprise. "Wends, really? We ate pizza about an hour ago and you smashed through it."

The playfulness soon disappeared from Wendy's face and was replaced by a rather unpleasant scowl. She rolled her eyes and folded her arms across her chest, attempting to wriggle out of Stan's loving grasp.

"Do you think I'm fat?", Wendy blurted out, as a few tears began to pool in the corners of her eyes.

Stan simply shook his head in disbelief, glancing back at Wendy blankly. "Wendy, what the fuck? No, you're not fat in the slightest.", he retorted, smiling at his girlfriend. "You know that to me you are the most beautiful girl in the whole world."

Wiping away the unnecessary tears, Wendy allowed her lips to wriggle into a gentle smile. She chuckled to herself and smiled back at her boyfriend. "Sorry. I'm just being moody and all that crap."

Stan scoffed slightly. "Yeah, I can tell."

Leaping at Stan from her spot on the couch, Wendy forced him to lay down on the comfortable piece of furniture. The raven haired teenage boy was now sprawled across the sofa, with his girlfriend laying right on top of him. She gazed adoringly into his bright blue eyes, feeling her cheeks blush the faintest shade of red. "I love you so much."

"I love you too Wendy, even though you sometimes scare the shit out of me with your mood swings."

Cupping both of his cheeks and gently stroking them with her thumbs, the teenage girl smiled at Stan. "I know, but I still wanna' kiss you regardless of the mood I'm in."

And with those words, Wendy leaned down and pinned both of Stan's wrists above his head, capturing her lips with his in a tender and sweet, but lazy kiss.