A/N: AND WHAT DO WE HAVE HERE?! an early chapter update? why, that's unheard-of! but here we are with Chapter Twelve! this has some Wham value too, despite it being one of the shortest chapters, or perhaps the shortest chapter! only 552 words, and that's counting the titles.
Well, enough talk. Enjoy!

A Triangle in the Stars
Chapter Twelve: The Decision

It was late at night. Wendy had had to stay behind and clean up since she had taken too long, and thus she was the very last to leave. She locked up the pool, now dressed in her usual wear and shouldering a rucksack containing her wet swimsuit and other stuff, and carried along her way home, thinking about Steven and Bill. She frowned, gazing up at the starry sky as she walked now. It was a rather long walk to her home, but she didn't mind. More exercise.

Plus, Beach City was quite safe nowadays, what with no sights of those Gem Monsters she'd, from afar, seen the Crystal Gems fight sometimes. It was pretty peaceful anyways, with very little crime. So she hadn't a worry about getting mugged or anything. She was pretty sure, however, no one would even try with her, unless they wanted a trip to the hospital.

She then hummed with thought, placing her mind's attention back onto the demonic triangle. She could barely believe Bill was back. But he was, and he'd found someone to hang around—that boy, Steven... and, worse, he didn't seem to know any better. He knew not what Bill could and was willing to do.

She began wondering why she didn't tell him and Connie. But then she remembered once again. It would scar them horribly. She shook her head again, and sighed. Soon, she found herself at her doorstep. Wendy looked around and then unlocked the door, heading into her rented home. She had the place to herself, which was another perk of taking this job. But she wasn't really a slob about it. Not like she was back home. She frowned again, closing the door behind her and tossing her rucksack next to the couch. She'd wash the swimsuit later.

The redhead sat on the seat, in the darkness, in silence, still thinking about Bill Cipher. That boy was in serious trouble, but she then thought about what he said about the sadistic triangle. That he was changing...

Could it be possible?

The wind began to pick up outside, and she turned to look out the window. Wendy's brow furrowed, and she slowly shook her head. Bill, from what she made Ford tell her, was a fantastic actor. He was, if anything, pretending to be changing. And got Steven to believe it. But why was she so conflicted about this whole thing? was she somewhat convinced Bill could change also?

She put her head in her hands, listening to the wind drum against her windowpane. Listening to her own thoughts. Trying to decide what to do. A few minutes passed, and she brought her face out of her hands, her gaze hardening. She'd made her decision. She couldn't be too safe or sure about this situation. So Wendy took out her cell, and began to make a call. It rung for a while as she placed it up to her ear, and as soon as she heard someone pick it up, she sighed, brushing some hair strands out of her face, "Stan, Ford... you won't believe this. But we've got a problem..." and then she looked at her television with a determined, grim expression on her face, "a big one."

A/N: I'm proud of this one, as I am of the others of course. I think I pulled Wendy off well. By the way, this is a solo chapter. I RP'd/wrote this one by myself. X3
I hope you all enjoyed! Also, I just have one question: do you agree with Wendy? or not? state why! XD
And, if you don't have any reviews to leave, I'll see you Saturday with the next one, ya know, since this one's so short!