Chapter Two - Highs and Lows.

Pulling open the door to his locker, Stan clutched onto it tightly, closing his eyes for a moment and taking a deep breath. His brain was still trying to adjust to exactly what he had just seen. He wasn't sure what was more unbelievable – that after all these long months Wendy had finally appeared back in front of him, or the fact that he seemed to be taking it fairly well so far. Maybe it just hadn't sunk in properly yet, but even so, Stan shook his head. He was desperate to rid it of all the swirling and confusing thoughts that were swarming his mind in that instant, but the task was quickly proving much easier said than done.

The lasting image of a fifteen year old Wendy Testaburger that Stan had been holding onto for so long had immediately been eliminated when his eyes had fallen on her in the centre of the school gym. All he could envision now was the gorgeous young woman that had smiled so sweetly at him and said hello. Everything about her was so enthralling, the way she looked, the way she sounded, the way her gym clothes had perfectly hugged her body, the way she wore her hair –

Dude, fucking stop!

Sighing to himself, Stan slammed his locker door shut. The logical, yet insulting voice in his head was trying its best to take full control of him, but there was nothing stopping it from falling that little bit short. It's like he was suddenly hung up on Wendy all over again.

As he slung his bag over his shoulder and began to slowly walk down the corridor, the dark haired teenager was still lost deep within his own thoughts until his eyes narrowed at a familiar figure quickly shuffling towards him. For a split second, Stan froze. His emotions were hastily trying to decide how best to react, but eventually he could only grin. He knew that none of what had happened that morning was Kyle's fault.

A wave of relief rushed over Kyle as he was surprised to see his best friend looking at him with an unscathed expression. But even so, he knew far better than to always take everything at face value. Especially when it came to Stan and Wendy.

Within just a couple more steps, the two boys were standing toe to toe, silently gazing at each other where they stood right in the middle of the busy corridor. Stan was slightly blank and unreadable, but the immense concern in Kyle's eyes was all too obvious. The red head sighed.

"You okay, dude?"

Pausing in thought, Stan shrugged his shoulders with a cynical smile, "I've been worse."

Rolling his eyes at the sarcasm from his friend, Kyle quickly spun around and followed Stan down the hall as he brushed past him, "Sorry I didn't tell you myself, man."

Stan was quiet for another moment as he adjusted his red poof ball hat, "It would've been nice," he admitted, "But I get it. That's kinda' a big bit of news to have to break."

"I still should've said something."

Heaving a long sigh, Stan soon shook his head, shooting Kyle an understanding glance, "Don't beat yourself about it or anything, dude. It's cool, okay?"

The supposed certainty from his friend left Kyle completely backed into a corner. He couldn't even begin to imagine what that day had felt like so far for Stan, but he knew there still had to be much more emotion behind it than what the other seventeen year old was letting on.

Despite the fact that he wanted to keep arguing his point to try and sneak his way further into Stan's head, Kyle instead forced himself to a stumped silence. He was desperately torn between what he had been expecting to hear and what it was that Stan was actually saying. He had seen what Wendy leaving had done to his best friend two years ago, but now by some sort of a miracle, Stan seemed to be more or less totally intact. And while it definitely may have been a pleasant reprieve for Kyle to see, he was certain that he didn't one hundred percent trust his friend's reaction – not for a second.

Awkwardly scratching the back of his neck, Kyle cleared his throat, "So, are you gonna', like, talk to – "

"No, Kyle," Stan instantly cut in with a sharp groan, "Look, I still kinda' need some time to actually let this sink in, okay? But, no, I'm not going to talk to her, or look at her, or anything else." His words were as stern and firm as his thoughts that accompanied them, "I've learned my lesson, dude."

Kyle frowned. He still couldn't quite tell if Stan was being deadly serious or plain stubborn, but nevertheless, he quickly decided to just bite his tongue. If Stan was going to keep butting in and shutting down all of his best friend's attempts at discussion, then there wasn't any point in keeping at him. Kyle would simply shut his mouth, drop the whole thing and forget about it. For now.

"Well good," he spoke plainly.

"Yeah," Stan agreed, slowly trailing off. The thought of it all still pulsated in his brain, but he soon forced himself to try and change the subject, "So, this whole thing has put a bit of a dent in you and Bebe, too, hey?"

"What?" Kyle sniped with immediate venom, "There is no me and Bebe, dude!"

A sly smirk turned up in the corner of Stan's mouth. As the school bell sounded in the background signalling the students to move onto their last class for the day, Stan slapped his pal on the back, shooting Kyle a mocking wink, "Yeah, yeah, man. I'm sure."

Before the fiery haired teenager had the chance to respond, Stan zoomed down the hallway, laughing to himself as he ducked in behind the classroom door, leaving Kyle to play catch up. He shook his head with another roll of his eyes. It was great to see Stan laughing and making jokes, but it would have been a plus if they weren't necessarily at his expense – better still if they didn't mention Bebe. Any thought of the blonde girl who had become a somewhat article of Kyle's affection only made him angry in that particular moment. And as he eventually reached the eleventh grade math classroom and took his seat next to Stan, Kyle knew that his best friend wouldn't be the only one avoiding a particular girl from that point onwards.

Wendy couldn't focus. She glanced down at her notebook to find that it was pretty much empty. Her brain hadn't been working away at all. She had remained very quiet for the whole lesson, barely even attempting to raise her hand and answer any of her math teacher's questions. But what was worse than all of that was the exact reason why she had been failing to pay attention. She looked out of the corner of her eye, subtly peeking over at Stan for about the fiftieth time that lesson as she softly sighed to herself.

Flicking her hair out of her face, she quickly shot her vision back down to her desk as Stan turned around to talk to Cartman who was sitting behind him. The last thing she needed was any awkward eye contact between them, especially after what had happened during their confrontation earlier that morning. Or rather, what hadn't happened.

She didn't know what she had been expecting, really. The raven haired girl didn't exactly have any particular plans upon returning to South Park High School, but she had thought that Stan would have at least said more than just 'hi' to her. Well, that's what she had hoped, anyway.

Quickly shaking her head at her own ridiculous thoughts, Wendy groaned under her breath. She knew there was no point in dwelling on all of this for much longer. Stan quite obviously was happy to not have anything to do with her, and the most important thing was that she settled back into her old life in South Park to finish off her final two years of high school with the best grades that she could manage. And that meant zero distractions, no matter how hard that was going to be for her.

"Alright, class," the eleventh grade teacher, Mr. Graham, spoke up, "Just before we finish for the day, I want to go over the final question from your exam the other day that the majority of you seemed to have a lot of trouble with."

Mr. Graham was quite a young teacher. He was a tall, brunette man in his late twenties and was a teacher that mostly all of his students enjoyed and could get along with. He was laid back and very approachable, and also had a good sense of humour. He was always prepared to step back and have a bit of a laugh with his students, particularly his very loud and very outspoken eleventh grade class.

"So, I know it was a bit difficult," he began as he wrote the question up on the blackboard, "But I think if we go over it now then you should all be prepared the next time you – "

Right as Mr. Graham turned back around to face his students, he instantly trailed off at the sight that graced him from the desk of Eric Cartman. Despite the fact that the bell to end the school day was only a mere few minutes away, it seemed that Cartman's growling stomach had gotten the best of him as he was slumped back in his chair with a huge bag of Cheesy Poofs laying open on his desk.

"Uh, Eric?" Mr. Graham asked, confused, "Do you think you could possibly refrain from snacking during the small amount of time that is left in my class?"

"Sorry, Sir," Cartman snorted through a mouthful of processed, cheesy chunks, "My body is on strict food regime, and you interrupting it will leave me no choice but to take appropriate action against you."

The young teacher was not fooled by Cartman's over exaggeration and over use of large words, "Well, I don't suppose you could pull yourself away for one moment to perhaps assist the rest of the class with this question on quadratic equations?"

From the other side of the classroom, Wendy rolled her eyes. A lot of things about South Park High and some of its students may have changed, but one thing that hadn't was Cartman's attitude. He was still the same inappropriately crude jerk that he had always been. She waited for another sarcastic retort from him as she examined the question on the board for herself, but almost as quickly as she had begun, the dark haired girl felt her breath hitch nervously at the sound of another voice echoing from across the room.

"I wouldn't count on it, Mr. Graham," Stan said, leaning back lazily in his chair as he looked to Kyle to join in with him, "The only quad-anything that Cartman has any time for is a double-double-cheeseburger."

Kyle chuckled, "Yeah, with extra bacon."

"And extra sauce."

"And an extra large shake."

"'Ay!" Cartman yelled at them.

"Okay, guys, okay!" Mr. Graham cut in, trying to subside Stan and Kyle's laughter.

Watching on amongst the giggles and sniggers of everyone else in the classroom, Wendy remained silent. She glimpsed over at Stan where he continued to sit, looking pretty happy and smug with himself. She was slightly confused – Stan may have looked older and more mature but it seemed to her that he was still able to act like the quick witted, silly kid that he had always been. But that wasn't exactly the confusing part. Stan was acting exactly the same as Wendy remembered him, as if nothing had changed. Even on today of all days. Was he even thinking about her at all?

Putting all attention back on himself, Mr. Graham soon opened his mouth to speak again, "Seeing as you've got so much to say, Stan, I'm sure you'll be fine with coming up here and showing the rest of us how this question is done," he challenged, holding a piece of chalk out towards Stan, "After all, you were the only one in the whole class who got it right."

Suddenly reigniting her interest, Wendy's eyes widened at her teacher's words. She was still for a short moment before she slumped forward with one elbow leaning on the desk, watching on carefully and secretly as she waited to see what Stan would do.

Ignoring the taunts he heard erupting from Cartman behind him, Stan was still smiling. Eventually he got out of his desk and took the chalk from Mr. Graham.

"Yeah, come on Stan, show the rest of these nerds how it's done!"

Swapping a glance with his teacher as he walked by him, they both shook their heads at Cartman. Stan knew his teacher was proud of him, and hell, he was pretty damn proud of himself, too. He had really knuckled down with his school work over the past year or so, and as he easily scribbled away at the blackboard solving the equation, he could see for himself just how much it was paying off.

Right as he made the final chalk marking on the board, Wendy had only just managed to solve the problem for herself. She frowned, feeling sort of surprised. She knew that Stan had always gotten good grades, but she never realised that he was actually this smart.

"Good job, Stan," Mr. Graham congratulated the teenager as he made his way back to his desk.

Sighing as softly as humanly possible to herself, Wendy folded her arms across her table, collapsing her head down onto them.

He's still as smart, sporty and adorable as ever.

Another groan escaped her with a silent whisper, "This is so unfair..."

Before anyone else in the class had time to say anything else, or Wendy had the chance to let another thought cross her mind, the school bell suddenly rang throughout all the classrooms. Within a rapid second or two, each of the students were scraping their chairs back and jumping up on their feet, eager to escape for the afternoon.

"Alright, everyone," Mr. Graham shouted over his excitably noisy students, "I'll see you all tomorrow, and don't forget to keep preparing for Homecoming this Friday night!"

Almost as quickly as the proud smirk had appeared on Stan's face, it abruptly dropped as he rolled his eyes with a frown, "Aw man," he spoke to Kyle, "God damn Homecoming."

"Yeah," Kyle agreed with a stubborn scoff, "Tell me about it."

Similar thoughts had almost instantly erupted in Wendy's mind, as well. She had become so preoccupied with all the other events of her first day back that she hadn't taken any time to think about the things that were actually school-related.

Sighing again and pushing her long, black locks out of her face, Wendy quickly shot up from her desk, extremely frazzled as she attempted to snatch up all of her textbooks and fly out of the classroom door. Moving far too fast for her own good, Wendy grunted and swore under her breath as she inevitably bumped into one of her fellow students, spilling her books at her feet.

"Oh, sorry," she spoke. Her kind eyes looked up from the floor and fell upon the person in front of her, immediately causing her lips to part in surprise. She wasn't sure why she was so shocked to see that – of course – it was Stan that she had bumped into. She didn't really think she was going to escape the day without one more awkward encounter with him, did she?

She had all but lost the will to speak when Wendy finally managed to clear her throat and bring her voice to a stutter, "U-uh, y-yeah, sorry, Stan."

Keeping his eyes locked with Wendy's, Stan was suddenly silent again, just like he had been that morning in the gym. He scanned her face, urgently trying to ignore the sweetness of her smile and the heavy pitter-patter of his heart, before he finally forced himself to tear his vision away from hers. Brushing past her and stepping over her books, his appearance remained expressionless as he marched out the door. Wendy definitely wasn't the only one who felt that this entire situation was completely unfair.

After all, he was the one being made to sit back and push himself to ignore her all day.

It had only been six hours, and Stan could already feel that the task was nearing on absolutely impossible.

With the thoughts of Homecoming drumming in the back of his mind, Kyle huffed an agitated sigh. He slammed his locker door shut and spun around on his heels, quickly heading towards the front doors of the school. It had been a long day.

"Kyle?"

The sound of his name made the teenager freeze on the spot. The moment that the voice had echoed down the corridor, Kyle knew exactly who it was that was speaking to him. Slowly and reluctantly, he turned around, grimacing absolute daggers at Bebe.

"What?"

The blonde girl smiled, walking over to the side of the hallway, out of the way from everyone else as she beckoned Kyle to join her, "So, are you going to pick me up on Friday night, or do you want me to just meet you here?"

Staring at her for a few seconds that seemed to drag on forever, Kyle's blank expression soon dropped as he frowned in utter disbelief, "Are you serious?" he spat, "What the hell makes you think I even want to hang out with you again, let alone actually go to Homecoming with you?"

For a swift instant, Bebe's heart ached in the absolute slightest before an obvious thought crossed her mind. Her hurt expression quickly turned into a sarcastic smirk as she shook her head at Kyle, scoffing, "You're still acting all angry and dramatic over this?"

"Uh, obviously!" Kyle yelled, patronising her, "You didn't tell me anything. You knew that Wendy was coming back here and you didn't say a single word!"

"I didn't tell anyone!" Bebe argued, "Wendy asked me not to. I kept that secret for over a week, Kyle – none of the girls even knew that she was coming back until last night."

"But you knew what that could've done to Stan!"

Heaving out a long, defeated sigh, Bebe folded her arms across her chest. Anyone in their grade who thought that Stan and Wendy had the only complicated relationship in South Park didn't know the first thing about Kyle and Bebe. Half the time, Bebe wasn't even sure for herself what was going on.

Bebe had quickly gotten over the deep attraction that she had once felt for Kyle in elementary school, but it seemed that the older they got and the more extra elements that got thrown into their situation, the more that they became drawn to one another. One of those extra elements in particular that had certainly helped them along their way was the eventual development of teenage parties.

When Bebe had turned seventeen a few months before at the end of tenth grade, she had a nice dinner and get together with her family, but she also had a much larger and crazier house party with all of her friends. There had been lots of people that her parents hadn't necessarily been able to keep their eye on. They hadn't noticed when their daughter and Kyle had managed to get their hands on some alcohol, and they definitely hadn't noticed when the two of them had ultimately found their way into Bebe's bedroom.

It had been as awkward as all hell between Kyle and Bebe after they had sex that night. Obviously, they had been safe, so there was no concern for any permanent consequences from their actions. But that didn't detract from how it had affected both of them personally. They had avoided each other at school, stopped texting one another, and even stopped hanging out with each other's friends. All that either of them could think about was whether or not it had all been one hugely regrettable mistake. While they both had close friends in their ear telling them that it wasn't a big deal and to just let it go, the two of them couldn't help but escape the feeling that there was so much left unsaid that they needed to hash out. That was when their opportunity rose.

A few weeks after Bebe's birthday, it was summer vacation. The parents of one of the other kids in their class had gone away for a week or two, and so that weekend as many people as possible had gathered for another massive party. The music was pumping, the dancing had been wild, and the drinks had been flowing, but before the end of the night, Kyle and Bebe had eventually found their way towards each other again. At first they had both been quiet, just as awkward as they had been for all those previous weeks. But nevertheless, they found some time to be alone. They had both been much more responsible that night than they had been at Bebe's party. They drank enough to feel comfortable with talking to one another, but nowhere near enough to let their intimacy get out of hand again. And so, they talked.

Bebe was the first to say that she had missed hanging out with Kyle. She may still have been uncertain about how she truly felt about him, but she was at least able to admit that. Kyle agreed, telling her that he didn't want to not be friends with her or not speak to her anymore. They both consented that perhaps their time together had begun too hastily to jump into a real, fully committed relationship. But neither of them wanted anyone else. They only wanted to get to know each other more.

The smiles on their faces and the familiar, bubbly feelings that encapsulated them had been just as pleasant as they both remembered while they kissed again that night. But that was as far as they went – and just about as far as they had gone since then. They hadn't had sex again, anyway. They both knew that they would sense when the time was right to try and be together for real, but until then there was certainly no harm in having someone to find comfort and affection in every now and again. And Bebe didn't want to lose that, not now, and definitely not because of emotions that still simmered between Stan and Wendy.

With her arms still tightly folded in front of her, Bebe narrowed her eyes at Kyle, "Look, I get it, okay?" she said, "You want to look out for him. Stan's your best friend, right?"

Kyle chuckled, "Uh, yeah?"

"Well, Wendy's mine," Bebe countered, dropping her arms by her sides as she took a heated step towards Kyle, "I wasn't trying to hurt you or Stan – I was only looking out for Wendy. And you can't honestly say that if it had been the other way around that you wouldn't have done the exact same thing."

With his cynical demeanour suddenly crumbling around him, Kyle chewed irritably on his bottom lip. He searched every corner of his mind trying to find a decent argument to counter hers with, but ultimately, he stubbornly fell to silence. He knew that Bebe was right.

Another breath danced from between her lips as Bebe twisted a long curl of her blonde hair around her finger and pushed it behind her ear, "Look, for what it's worth, I am sorry, Kyle. But I wouldn't change what I did."

They continued to stare at each other, both waiting for completely different things that would hopefully lead to the same result. Bebe wanted Kyle to smile and tell her it was all okay, and Kyle wanted some kind of reassurance that keeping what he had going with Bebe was going to make both of them happy. But as she soon looked onto him sadly before turning around and walking away towards the building's exit, the answer became immediate in Kyle's mind.

Bebe really was gorgeous and fun to be around, plus on top of all that, she was the first girl that Kyle had ever been with. And no amount of absurd anger or stupid arguments was ever going to change any of that.

Feeling like he wanted to kick himself, Kyle groaned at how ridiculous he had been, "I'll pick you up," he called out to her. His lips parted at the smile that had found its way back onto Bebe's face as she turned around and gazed at him happily.

"Will 6:30 be alright?" he asked.

Taking the request as an accepted apology, Bebe simply strolled slowly over to Kyle, letting her answer speak for itself as she placed a flirtatious hand on his waist and delicately brought her lips to his, exchanging a quick, soft peck.

Kyle's eyes instantly widened in surprise. Every time that he and Bebe had been together or kissed or anything else they had always been in private. They had never shown any public displays of affection, especially not in the school halls. His cheeks flushed a pale red as he looked around to see who had been watching them once Bebe finally parted from him.

A goofy grin crossed the teenage boy's face, "Wh-what was that for?"

Giggling quietly to herself, Bebe bit her lip with a playful shrug of her shoulders, "Because you're sweet," she sang, finally backing away from him with a small wave, "I'll see ya' tomorrow."

"S-see ya'," he just managed to mumble out.

Raising his hand to his mouth, he skimmed his fingertips along his lips where Bebe's had been a mere few seconds ago. It was moments like these where he could sort of understand where Stan was coming from with his stomach-turning, lovesick, romantic tendencies. But no matter how fast Bebe made his heart race, there was no way that Kyle was going to let himself fall that hard for her – not yet, anyway. With Wendy now obviously here to stay, there was still much more with Stan that Kyle needed to get to the bottom of before he could stop and even consider thinking about himself.

Looking up at his regular afternoon school bus, Stan couldn't seem to get his feet to manoeuvre towards it and climb aboard. From where he stood on the footpath outside of South Park High, he was able to stare through the back window of the bus and gaze on gloomily at Wendy.

The beautiful young girl was sitting towards the back of the bus, laughing and chatting away with Bebe and a couple of the other girls. By this stage, even some of her old guy friends had given in and were now speaking to her again.

The thought of sitting in the same confined space as her and being forced to listen to her infectious laugh made him roll his eyes in annoyance. This was his school, Stan thought to himself, he wasn't the one who had left for two whole years. Shouldn't he be able to freely go wherever he pleased without having to worry about Wendy being there?

Just as a dismal sigh escaped from between his lips, Stan jumped slightly at the presence of somebody else appearing beside him.

Following his friend's line of vision, Kyle shared the same sentiment as Stan, finally having caught up to him after his talk with Bebe. Patting his best friend on the back, Kyle cleared his throat, "'Wanna walk home?"

The answer couldn't come quick enough to Stan, "Yeah, sure."

It was easy for the two of them to turn around and begin on their journey home – the hard part for Stan was trying to erase the thoughts of Wendy that still sprouted across his mind.

All of the combined events and uncomfortable run-ins from the entire day were finally beginning to truly settle in Stan's brain. It had been two incredibly long years for him when Wendy was gone, but the young teenager had managed to scratch and claw himself back to a place where he regained complete, one hundred percent happiness. It hadn't been a pleasant experience, but had got there in the end. But now, he wasn't totally sure how he was supposed to feel.

Staring down at his feet that shuffled along beneath him, Kyle tried to think of something to say. He would have been happy with saying anything at this point – absolutely anything that would dull his sense of concern was fiercely beginning to bubble up inside him again.

"So... you okay?"

Rolling his eyes, Stan shot an annoyed expression at Kyle, "I feel like we've already had this conversation, dude."

His best friend's continuous sarcasm was really starting to get under Kyle's skin, "Oh, c'mon, Stan."

"What?" Stan sniped back, "Okay, I'm not great if that's what you really wanna' hear me say," he admitted through gritted teeth, "But your constant breathing down my neck hasn't made this day any shorter, ya' know."

Slightly taken back but Stan's sudden, harsh words, Kyle frowned angrily. He stopped in his tracks, grabbing onto his best friend's shoulder and racking him around on the spot to face him, "Hey, look, I'm sorry if I've come down heavy today, but it's been stressful for me too!"

Slowly shaking his head, Stan shrugged Kyle's hand off his shoulder. He had opted to walk home with his friend as a means of avoiding Wendy, and having her as the main topic of conversation certainly wasn't achieving what he had been hoping for, "Stressful for you? Stressful how, exactly?"

Kyle scoffed. He could feel their predicament escalating far too quickly for both of their sakes, "Because I know you're not being straight up with me, dude!"

"And so what if I'm not? You've been pushing me about Wendy all damn day!"

"I need to look out for you, Stan!"

"What the hell for?!"

Their unwarranted back and forth yelling at one another was making Kyle's blood boil to the point where he felt like he was going to burst. Why should it have mattered how much he had been hanging off of Stan all day – all he had been trying to do was make sure that his seemingly ungrateful friend was alright. Just like he always had. This last thought made Kyle finally snap.

"Because I'm not going to let you go back to the way you were!"

The exact moment that the last syllable left Kyle's mouth, the two boys fell to silence. Stan's face had instantly softened, immensely shocked by the revelation from his best friend. Trying to ignore all thoughts and recollections of exactly what it was that Kyle was referring to, Stan sighed and beckoned the red-head to start walking with him again.

Gathering all his calmed notions, Stan looked to Kyle with an apologetic smile, "I'm not going to."

Kyle was quiet for a second longer, "It'd be way too hard to go through all that again, dude," he spoke, tightening his grip on the strap of his backpack.

"It can't happen," Stan promised, "I'm too far out the other side."

A million new thoughts were passing their way through Stan's mind. Wendy leaving two years ago had been hard. So, so hard – but something that Stan had eventually figured out was that his emotions of pain were on a level so severe that they actually had the capabilities of hurting many of the people around him, not just himself.

It was all something he hadn't reflected on in a long time. But there was no way in hell that he was going to let it all simmer and bubble back to the surface again just because Wendy was back. He owed Kyle too much for that.

"If I need to talk about anything," the dark haired boy recommenced, "I'll talk to you. Just don't, like, push me or anything, okay, dude?"

Gazing back down at the ground, Kyle forced a small smile. He knew that Stan was right. While it had been so strenuously difficult for the two of them to experience what they had that couple of years earlier, Kyle couldn't let that overwhelm him in this moment now. He needed to trust that if Stan ever needed him, he would say so. That was all he could really do.

Snapping his head back up, Kyle ultimately grinned at Stan, mocking his request not to "push" him as he teasingly shoved him in the shoulder, "Yeah, whatever," he joked, watching him stumble across the footpath.

"God damn it," Stan chuckled, pushing his friend back while the two of them finally continued on their long walk home.

It was the first time all day that Stan had actually felt a little bit better. He had made it through the first school day with Wendy back in South Park and had already experienced just about every negative occurrence possible. Finding out for himself that she was back, repetitively awkward encounters with her, having to change his day-to-day practices just to avoid her, even a fall out with Kyle. As far as the teenage boy was concerned, as long as he continued to avoid her, things couldn't really get much unbearably worse.

But Stan wasn't stupid, either. He knew that this long, high and low, topsy-turvy rollercoaster ride of emotions was far, far from over.

Hello again friends! I'm very happy to finally be bringing you another new chapter :)

What did we all think this time around? It's becoming a bit clearer that Stan isn't quite as cool and collected as he first tried to let off, but what do you think will happen next? Also, what about Kyle and Bebe? Do you think those two will eventually work out? Who knows :)

But most importantly, what dramatic event from two years ago has Kyle so worried about Stan falling back into? All will be answered very soon - I promise :)

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