Her Idiot.

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.


With the bell finally ringing and marking the end of another school week, the seventeen year old Wendy Testaburger couldn't gather her belongings faster and walk out of her eleventh grade English classroom, making a direct beeline for the double door of the school.

After a very tedious and busy school week, the dark haired teenager just wanted to get home as fast as she possibly could and to finally start her weekend – preferably on a very good note.

While she had managed to catch up on her girl friends and drag herself behind them towards the school's exit, the beautiful raven haired teenage girl abruptly stopped in her tracks upon hearing a slightly deep male voice call out for her.

''Wendy!''

And of course, it made her let out a groan as she turned around on the spot to face the tall, handsome figure approaching her. But it didn't fail to make her heart skip a beat as well.

Raven black hair, bright blue eyes and an easily recognizable red poof ball hat belonging to the person that had been responsible for making her feel weak in the knees for the past nine years.

The school's quarterback star and Wendy's long-time boyfriend, Stan Marsh.

''Stan...'', Wendy began in a slightly agitated tone, pinching the bridge of her nose. ''What do you want?''

Adjusting the straps of his backpack, Stan huffed out nervously. ''I wanna' talk to you. C'mon babe, I don't want you to be mad at me anymore.''

Wendy rolled her eyes, before gesturing for Stan to come along with her to her locker. She folded her arms across her chest in a rather unimpressed manner, and for a pretty damn good reason.

Over the past couple of weeks, Stan and Wendy hadn't been able to spend too much time together. So, in order to make the most out of the time they would actually be able to spend together, Wendy suggested they could have a few study dates together or even have a sleepover together at his place or hers place. But, when Stan didn't give her any input on her suggestions, the dark haired girl just shrugged it off nonchalantly and hoped they would be able to spend some time with one another soon.

However, when Butters accidentally blurted out about the guys organizing a party on their own, Wendy went from being a little bit annoyed at Stan, to being completely irritated at his lack of communication with her. And for almost the entirety of the week, she had allowed her stubborn persona to take over and make her not acknowledge any one of Stan's attempts at trying to explain the whole weird situation Butters caused with his seemingly nonchalant confession.

''And you really think that's gonna' make me feel any less ticked off at you?'', Wendy argued, still not being quite in the mood to listen to her boyfriend's explanations.

But Stan's answer was rather immediate, followed by a smirk spreading across his face. ''Historically speaking, yes. I know you always get less angry when you allow me to explain myself, and don't even think I'm not gonna' try to do just that.''

Chewing down on her bottom lip, Wendy felt her agitated frown drop into a smirk. She slowly felt the irritable feeling inside of her subside and finally dropped her hands to her sides. ''Okay, I'm listening.''

''Look, the whole idea about us having a party on our own came from Cartman. Because he's a fatass that doesn't do anything else other than eat Cheesy Poofs and watch TV all day long, he thought that organizing a little get-together for all of us guys would be a good idea. Although almost all of us have been busy in one way or another, he still decided to organize a party.'', Stan explained. ''But for some weird ass reason, he didn't want any of us to bring our girlfriends to this party, with what the majority of us hadn't agreed on.''

Shrugging his shoulders, Stan was more-or-less done with his explanation. ''Butters was pretty fucking stupid for blurting that out in front of you girls, when all of us had told him not to say anything. Also, we were hoping that Cartman would change his fucking mind and not us have a sausage party of ten guys or so.''

Listening to her boyfriend's candid explanation, Wendy's facial features softened a bit more. ''Well, did you go to the party in the end?''

''No, because we usually party with you girls and you make the parties more fun. It's pretty much a tradition to all of us. Besides, almost all of the guys felt very weird about Cartman's suggestion, except for Butters.'', Stan replied immediately, allowing his lips to wriggle into an affectionate smile.

''But something even more important, I just love spending the time with you – even if all we do is argue with each other back and forth.'', the raven haired quarterback continued, making Wendy's heart skip about a dozen of shy beats. ''And do you honestly think that spending the time with guys is more important to me than spending the time with you?''

''Well, I don't think that, but when little occurrences like this happen, I do doubt it a bit.''

Taking a step closer towards his beautiful girlfriend, Stan gazed down at her through adoring eyes. He reached for her hand and gently interlocked their fingers together, with a cheeky smirk never fading away from his face. ''Then I'm simply gonna' do my best and make sure that you don't get annoyed with me, but I guess then both of us need to have a little bit of patience when we're busy. You know, then spending the time with one another is more anticipating?''

''Yeah, I do.'', Wendy simply couldn't help herself but beam at her boyfriend and his adoring, reassuring words. ''Also, how the hell you always manage to make me feel less pissed off, when I'm supposed to be super mad at you?''

Subtly slinking an arm around Wendy's slender waist, Stan raised a teasing eyebrow at his girlfriend. ''Maybe because I'm so charming, aren't I?''

Shrugging her shoulders in defeat, Wendy giggled to herself. ''I can't really deny that.''

The sound of Wendy's sweet giggles only enticed Stan to bring his lips down to hers, closing the small gap in between the two raven haired teenagers. Wendy gently cupped both of her boyfriend's cheeks with her hands, teasingly licking his bottom lip with her tongue. He gently ran his fingertips through her dark locks, eventually parting his lips a little bit further to allow their tongues to get entwined. After swapping a few more gentle kisses, Stan pulled away and firmly kissed Wendy on her forehead.

''You're staying with me this whole weekend. We're gonna' have dinner at my place and then we can binge-watch a few shows or movies – whichever you prefer more.'', Stan said, wrapping both of his arms around Wendy's waist.

''Hm, I actually wouldn't mind any of this.'', the teenage girl responded.

''Killer.''

''You've had all of this already planned out, haven't you?''

''Anything for my baby girl, I guess.''

Wendy giggled sweetly, before grabbing Stan by the collar of his baggy football jacket and yanking him into another kiss, or two.

While there had been numerous instances in which Stan would piss off the absolute crap out of Wendy, none of that would detract from the fact that she had been loving him unconditionally ever since the start of the third grade.