Chapter Thirteen - Haste, Waste and Regret.

Tapping his pen restlessly against his books, Stan sighed to himself. His head was slumped into his hand and his elbow was perched up on the desk as a number of different thoughts drummed in the back of his mind. He was feeling so distracted – definitely too distracted to pay attention to anything that Ms. Pocks was rambling on about at the front of the eleventh grade history class.

Gazing up at the clock that ticked away on the classroom wall, Stan huffed a heavily defeated breath. He could barely believe that Wednesday was almost over already, and he still hadn't summed up the courage within himself to attempt a conversation with Wendy that lasted more than ten seconds.

With the thought of her name echoing across his mind once more, Stan slowly looked up at the desk that sat directly in front of his own. He and Wendy had hardly even said hello to each other since she had called him crying two nights ago. Of course, he and his ex-girlfriend were well past the point of purposely ignoring each other now – Stan had just been completely unsure of what Wendy might have wanted to hear from him.

As he blew out another small sigh from between his lips, Stan smiled slightly at the long, beautiful, black ponytail of the girl who sat in front of him. He still wondered if Wendy was feeling any better since she had attempted to confide in him. But more than that, Stan desperately wanted to know what exactly it was that had brought Wendy to such a dramatically emotional state.

"Alright, class," Ms. Pocks suddenly boomed from the front of the room, "There's only ten minutes or so until the bell rings, so use the rest of this time to discuss with your presentation groups."

Instantly, Stan bolted up from his slouched position on his desk and sat upright in his seat. Re-focusing his vision on Wendy, the dark haired boy slowly licked his lips and took a few short seconds to decide what he was going to say. But soon enough, his mouth only took over the power of his brain – Stan knew exactly what he wanted to ask Wendy.

"So…" he began with a friendly, casual tone.

Wendy felt a shiver race up her spine as she heard Stan raising the volume of his voice. Forcing a smile to implant itself firmly on her face, Wendy leisurely spun around in her seat and locked eyes with the boy behind her.

Stan sensed himself smiling back as he continued to speak, "Are you feeling better now?"

Narrowing her eyes at him, Wendy bit her tongue. She knew that she had told Stan that she wanted to just forget about everything that she had said to him. But there was no way she could really be mad at him for asking now. After all, he was only asking because he cared, right?

"Yeah," she spoke sweetly, "Yeah, totally. I dunno' what was wrong with me, I was just having a bad day I guess. You don't need to worry."

Taking a moment to analyse whether or not she was being genuine, Stan soon nodded his head. He wasn't going to question her word, and he certainly wasn't going to try and delve any deeper and risk making her actually upset again.

Within the next moment, Clyde and Heidi had joined them at their seats as well. The desks in the classroom weren't arranged in groups anymore, so instead, the four friends all turned their chairs out and began talking with one another about their work.

A small weight had once again been lifted from Wendy's shoulders at the surprisingly easy task of breaking the ice with Stan after she had embarrassed herself so badly. It felt immensely comforting to know that he was going to be there for her to be able to count on again – even if it was concerning matters of mere friendship only. That was more than enough to help Wendy forget about anything else that could possibly be troubling her.

All of a sudden, just as Wendy began flicking through her assignment notes, she felt a vibration in the pocket of her jeans. Pulling out her mobile phone, she unlocked to find a text message sitting in her inbox. While at first her apprehension may have peaked again, the teenage girl could only grin at the name of her closest girl friend from Malibu.

Wendy and her ginger-haired, beautiful best friend Abbi had been nearly inseparable when the Testaburgers lived in the beach side city. They were in a lot of the same classes at school and Abbi lived just around the corner from Wendy. The two girls would go to the beach together just about every afternoon, and even today, they still kept in as much contact as they possibly could.

Scrolling down to the bottom of their ever-continuing text conversation, Wendy giggled slightly at the words she read from Abbi.

'Girl omg, we were watching a movie during English and our song came on and I nearly burst out singing right in the middle of class, haha!'

Shaking her head at the silliness of her friend, Wendy was just about to type a reply when she abruptly stopped herself. With her thumbs hovering above the keypad of her phone, a sudden thought popped into the teenager's mind as she chewed down on her bottom lip in hesitation.

Surely Abbi had to know something about all these messages being sent to Wendy from her old high school. Even if it was the tiniest, little detail. Shouldn't she?

Taking a quick second to appropriately word her sentence, Wendy took in a deep breath and sent a text zooming back out west to Abbi.

'haha, you're such a freak!
so quick question… do you have any idea why I have guys from MHS messaging me online and asking me for photos?'

It only took a second or two before Wendy saw a thought cloud pop up on her screen, indicating that Abbi was typing a reply. Her heart was beginning to beat just that little bit faster as she noticed the image disappear and reappear a couple of times over and over again. Why was it taking so long for Abbi to answer?

'I thought you were going to move on from all this crap'

Almost instantly, Wendy's expression collapsed into a frown. She had been expecting a simple yes or no, but the response she received from Abbi instead only told her that her friend definitely had to be holding back something from her.

Taking a quick glance up from her phone to make sure none of her friends were looking to her, Wendy hastily ran her thumbs across the keypad once more.

'Well it's kinda hard to move on when it's still happening to me… what has been be going on down there?'

'Wendy, you really should just try and forget it'

A severe amount of anxious frustration was quickly starting to bubble over the edge for Wendy as she licked her lips in aggravation. Just spit it out already, she wanted to scream, but of course, that wouldn't have helped her situation at all. First of all, shouting out loud was only going to make everyone in class gawk at her like she was losing her mind. Secondly, Wendy knew she needed to keep her cool if she was going to be able to convince Abbi to tell her anything.

'Abbi, if you know something, can you just tell me? Please?'

The turn that this conversation had taken was quickly beginning to make Wendy wish she hadn't even asked Abbi anything in the first place. A single bead of nervous sweat slowly trickled down the side of her forehead. Just as she could feel her stomach start to twist up in sick knots, Wendy took a split second to look up from her small screen. Within the next moment, her eyes locked with Stan's.

Almost instantly, the soft affection in Stan's face seemed to make all of Wendy's immediate troubles melt away. There was a sparkle in his bright blue eyes as their stare lingered for maybe a second too long, but still, Stan smirked sweetly at her. The dark haired girl was almost so completely entranced with his gaze that she actually jumped in surprise as her phone buzzed in her hand. And then, as she glimpsed back down to read the new message from Abbi, Wendy's heart stopped beating.

'Okay, look… as soon as the new school year began and all the new freshmen started, he sent the photo around all over again… I'm sorry honey'

As quickly as she had been able to turn her sadness on its head with a simple stare, the small sentence in front of her brought it all rushing back. Wendy immediately felt her heart break into a million pieces and crumble into her chest.

Her single most worst fear had suddenly come true.

Warm, salty tears abruptly pooled in her eyes as Wendy desperately tried to stop them from falling. Her breathing was rapid and painful in her throat as she hastily began to gather all of her books, papers and pens and shove them into her bag. The precise second that the school bell rang, the dark haired girl harshly scraped her chair back.

Unbeknownst to all that was hurriedly taking place around him, Stan innocently looked up to speak to Wendy, "Hey, if I email you my part of the speech, would you be able to proof-read it for – "

Before the question could completely leave his lips, Stan's voice fell to a screeching silence as his vision zeroed in on a solitary tear rolling down Wendy's cheek. His breath instantly hitched in his throat. Without stopping to think for another second, Stan reached out to take Wendy by the arm, "Wendy – "

Despite his gentle attempts, Stan was only cut off once more as Wendy ripped away from his grasp. With tears now freely falling across her face, the teenage girl stormed out of the classroom and down the hall.

"Wendy!" Stan called out again. He snatched up his own belongings and dashed out of the classroom, just in time to see her awkwardly racing down to the end of the corridor and out of the main double doors of the school.

Acting on pure instinct alone, Stan fished down into the depths of his pocket and retrieved his car keys. He was so set on hunting Wendy down and picking her up and making sure she was okay that he almost tripped over himself at an interrupting thought, "Shit."

Kyle. Stopping in his tracks, Stan skidded across the tiled floor and cursed under his breath once more. His best friend would surely be waiting by his car by now for the two of them to drive home together, just as they had been doing since his car had been repaired. But Stan certainly wouldn't be able to catch up to Wendy and have any kind of a conversation with her if Kyle also happened to be present.

Thinking of the most believable lie he possibly could amongst all of his worried thoughts, Stan tentatively licked his lips as he exited the school and made his way out to the car park. Just as he expected, his green-hatted best friend was already leaning up against the passenger door, smiling at him as he approached.

"'Sup, bro?"

Awkwardly scratching the back of his neck, Stan forced a grin back at Kyle, "Not much…" he droned, "Uh, so hey, my mum just rang me. Her car's not turning on so she needs me to go get her from work."

"Oh," Kyle answered simply, "That sucks, she okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, she's fine," Stan pushed on, "Do you think you could just see if Token will drive you home?"

Without a second thought, Kyle nodded his head, "Yeah, sure dude."

Blowing out a subtle breath, Stan felt a sense of relief begin to creep its way across his skin. However, as relaxing as it may have been, it was sharply conflicted with a twinge of guilt stinging in his stomach. He hated lying to Kyle. He knew he owed his best friend much more than that, but in that moment, all he could focus on was Wendy's wellbeing. Nothing else compared.

"So, I'll cya' tomorrow?"

Snapping awake from his nerve-wracking daydream, Stan blinked before looking back to Kyle, "Yeah, I'll cya' then. Thanks, dude."

Then, with a simple smile and quick pat on the back, Kyle happily strolled away – completely unaware of the inner torment churning throughout his best friend.

Stan tried to remain calm and collected for as long as he possibly could, but the very moment that Kyle was out of sight, the dark haired teenager wrenched open the car door and planted himself in the driver's seat with more purpose than ever before. He barely even stopped to glance around and check his blind spots when he tore out of the car park and into the main street of town.

To be completely honest, Stan wasn't entirely sure if Wendy had even walked home or not. She very well could have driven herself – she did have her own car now after all. But luckily for him and his paranoia, Stan's eyes impulsively narrowed as he soon spotted a lean, raven-haired figure darting along the sidewalk with her head down.

Wendy's eyes were running like a waterfall by now as she scurried towards her street as fast as she could. Bebe had driven them both to school that day, but there was no way she could have faced her like this. She was not prepared to endure a long car ride home with her best friend, and she was especially not willing to divulge what she had just found out from Abbi. All Wendy wanted was to be by herself.

Which was why she was incredibly surprised to hear a car pull up next to her and her name called out.

"Wendy!"

Freezing on the spot and spinning around, Wendy suddenly forgot how horrible she must have looked as all she could do was stare at Stan through his open passenger window. Her heart completely stopped.

"Stan? What are you…" as the reality of her current state began to dawn on her, Wendy's sentence slowly trailed off, "I really just want to be left alone."

"Well, I really just want to know what's going on with you?"

The snapping nature of his immediate answer made Wendy stutter over her own tongue for a moment before she slowly shook her head, "You don't need to worry," she tried to argue, sniffling between each word, "It's really – "

"It's what?" Stan interrupted, "It's nothing? I can see your face, Wendy, I know it's not nothing."

With her eyes widening in slight embarrassment, Wendy wiped her face and took in a deep breath, "I'm fine. I'm just going to go home and be alone, okay?"

All Stan could do was shake his head, "Get in the car."

Falling to a stifled silence, Wendy's bottom lip dropped open. She almost wanted to scoff at the arrogance she could hear in Stan's voice, but the tones of care and concern that accompanied it couldn't be denied, either.

"Stan, I – "

" – Wendy, it wasn't a suggestion."

The brisk back and forth between the two came to an astute halt. Their intense glare was locked tight, and their jagged tongues were still coiled. If there were ever two other stubborn, pig-headed people who clashed more, Stan and Wendy were yet to meet them.

As long as it had been since the two had any kind of deep and meaningful conversation, Wendy could still feel an eerie sense of familiarity at the scene. The manner and attitude in Stan's voice was something she had heard countless times before. It had always been there whenever he stuck up for her, even when he argued with her. It frustrated her to absolutely no end.

And yet, somehow, she always managed to listen to him.

Stan breathed a slight sigh of relief when Wendy finally took a step towards his car, opened the door, and sat beside him in the passenger's seat. Deep down he was still trying to contain himself. It was just about tearing his heart into little pieces to see Wendy so upset. And Stan was determined to find out why.

Just as Wendy pulled her seat belt across her chest and Stan manoeuvred closer to the curb into a parking spot, the teenager girl felt her phone buzz in her pocket. Bebe was texting her, asking her where she was, causing Wendy to huff in agitation. After the abrupt afternoon she had suffered through, the dark haired girl was really starting to wish everyone would just leave her alone.

"I'm not gonna' talk about any of this," she spat defiantly, breaking the silence in the car.

As Stan turned the engine off and eventually tilted his head to face her, he remained blank, "I haven't even asked you anything yet."

Biting down on her bottom lip, Wendy rolled her eyes. He was always so damn sarcastic.

"Well, it's only gonna' be a waste of your time."

The battle of wits and determination between the two was quickly starting to get on Stan's nerves. He couldn't explain why he felt so worried and upset about Wendy, but the longer she dragged him along, the more his unease continued to grow.

"Okay, look, are you in some sort of trouble or danger or what?"

"No," Wendy answered with a small chuckle of disbelief.

"Well, then what, Wendy?" Stan persisted, "First you call me close to midnight in tears and then you run out of the classroom in tears. Give me something?"

The despair in his wide, blue eyes was beginning to pull at Wendy's heartstrings. She knew she may not have necessarily deserved Stan's care and kindness, and yet here he was bestowing it upon her. It was making the butterflies in her stomach begin to whirl.

Licking her lips, she sighed, "It's about… it's got to do with my old school…"

Stan almost flinched at the mere mention of Wendy being in Malibu, but still, he pushed on, "Well… that doesn't mean you can't talk to me about it."

Wendy begged to differ, she instantly thought. She barely even wanted to mention being away from Stan for two years, let alone delve in detail about what it was that was causing her so much pain and anguish. She didn't have the first clue how he might react. And she certainly didn't want to find out.

"No matter what's going on between us, and no matter the circumstances," Stan spoke gently, "Remember?"

Swinging her neck around and allowing her eyes to pierce Stan where he sat behind the wheel, Wendy felt her heart stop. She never thought that sentence could sound any sweeter than it had two nights ago, but as it echoed in her mind for a second time, it absolutely resonated throughout her soul. Her tears had completely disappeared. Her chest slowly began to swell back to life as her heart started to race. The butterflies in her gut were simply soaring. And as she looked at her "friend", and the corner of Stan's lips upturned in a small, affectionate smile – that was all Wendy needed.

Reaching over and grabbing the back of his neck, Wendy lunged forward and for the first time in two long, heart-wrenching years, she felt her lips collide with Stan's.

The warmth that exploded from the softness of his mouth sent goosebumps rocketing across her arms. The electrified feeling continued to course through her veins at the amazing sensation of him tenderly kissing her back. Just as he brought his hand up and his fingertips skimmed her cheek, the dark haired boy suddenly froze.

Widening his eyes with disbelief in himself, Stan ceased the movement on his lips. Impulsively, Wendy pulled back, loosening the grip on his neck and was just about to gaze curiously at him when Stan parted his lips.

"No…"

Nervously, Wendy gulped, "Stan, what's – "

"No, what the hell am I doing…." he mused to himself.

As he spoke, he wrestled away from Wendy, sheltering himself well on his side of the car. The instant specks of happiness that had initially danced across his skin had quickly dispersed at the realisation of what was happening to him. Him and Wendy.

"What's wrong?" the teenage girl murmured.

Shaking his head, Stan clutched to his temples, "What's wrong?" he repeated, "This! This is what's wrong, Wendy – you are what's wrong."

Each word shot down another one of Wendy's butterflies as her joyful bliss deflated. Shrinking back into her seat, she watched on dejectedly as Stan continued to argue with himself.

He gritted his teeth together in frustration, "I was doing so well, what the hell am I thinking?"

"Okay, Stan!" Wendy rapidly snapped, "Okay, I get it, you can stop now."

"You what?" Stan prodded, turning to fully face his ex-girlfriend. A deeply set frown collapsed across his face as he felt his blood begin to boil, "You get it? No, Wendy, I don't think you do get it!"

The angered volume in his voice surprised even him, but with his emotions suddenly whizzing around on an infuriating rollercoaster ride, Stan was not about to stop there.

"I don't think you understand how much you actually hurt me, Wendy! No-one could have ever hurt me like you did! And now this?" he blasted, "I spent so many months trying to get my life back to normal! I would have rather died than have you just disappear like you did!"

Wendy had been thrown into a stunned silence. All she could do was sit back in her seat and uncomfortably watch as Stan's demeanour totally changed right before her eyes. The dark haired boy wasn't entirely sure what it was, but something about keeping all of true feelings about Wendy in check for so long was speedily starting to snap inside him. Especially after she had just tried to kiss him like nothing had changed between them.

"This is why I told you we were just going to be friends," he hissed, "Because you are that damn predictable, and I knew something like this was going to happen, I knew something would go wrong. I saw it all coming and I still let you back in!"

"Oh, stop being so dramatic, Stan!" Wendy finally shouted back, "You didn't even try and get me back while I was gone!"

"You didn't let me! You went as far as changing your phone number!"

"I just thought that – "

"No! Just stop!" Stan yelled, "You've had the chance for three weeks to give me the explanation I deserve, don't think for a second that you get to do it now!"

The very small amount of time that had passed between the two as they sat in the car was so packed full of staggering emotion that Stan and Wendy could barely find the air to breathe. What had started with tears and lead to friendly comfort and a kiss was now ending in absolute heartbreak.

All the hours that Stan had spent giving Wendy the benefit of the doubt and not expecting any apology or explanation from her were finally catching up to him. As his heart rate continued to angrily increase, the irate teenage boy was not prepared to play Mr. Nice Guy anymore.

"If you actually want to try and make anything up to me right now, then just sit there and hear me out," he demanded coldly, "When you left, you took everything I had. But now, it don't want any of it back – I've fallen for your shit so many times, it's ridiculous."

Wendy slowly shook her head. She couldn't believe that Stan was making her out to sound so evil and heartless, "What are you talking about? I've never tried to do anything hurtful on purpose, Stan, you don't need to worry about falling for any kind of trick or – "

"Are you kidding me?" he interjected again, just about ready to completely explode, "Wendy, you turned me goth in the fourth grade and sent me to counselling in the – "

Before he even had the chance to comprehend what he was saying, Stan abruptly cut himself off at the first half of the sentence that had just sprung from his mouth. Harshly biting his tongue, the teenager turned to his left, gazing out the window of his car as he cursed under his breath. He did not want to give Wendy any excuse to feel sorry for him, but as he reluctantly decided to look back at her, the despair in her face was already extremely evident. Any thought of her painful Malibu drama had now well and truly been placed on the back burner.

"You… had to go to counselling?"

Remaining stubbornly silent, Stan could only hold his stern frown in place as Wendy's desperate expression continued to implore him. He rolled his eyes slightly as hers slowly began to water again. He was not going to be reeled in by anymore crocodile tears.

"Look, I know I just came rampaging back into town with no explanation," Wendy began softly, "But I never meant to start any fights or anything with you, Stan, I was only trying to knock down your walls a little bit and have you let me back in."

"So, I do that and then you repay me by trying to take things further when I told you we wouldn't?" Stan could sense his frustrations building all over again. He couldn't believe that Wendy was really portraying herself as the victim, "I've wasted the past three weeks just like I've already wasted over half my life on you!"

Wendy felt her heart splinter. She knew how furious Stan was, but now it was as if he was purposely trying to say the most hurtful thing possible to her. And if that really were the case, he definitely may have just succeeded, "I was crazy thinking you were still mine."

Her miserable words bounced off Stan as if they were nothing, "Now who's being dramatic?"

For the shortest second, Wendy's sad expression showed a flicker of anger. She was more or less completely pouring her heart out to Stan, but with every single sensitive admission she made, he only shot each one of them down. And yet, somehow, she could still see right through him.

Wendy wasn't stupid. If Stan was getting this worked up, she knew how he must have still felt about her.

"Is it really that hard for you to admit that you might just love me again?!"

"Love you again?" The words tasted like venom on his tongue as Stan repeated them. He was just about ready to punch a hole right through the centre of his steering wheel as he felt his feelings of denial finally begin to cave into his chest, "Wendy, I never stopped!"

Despite the insane volumes that Stan's words had just spoken, an instant silence swept through the car. Wendy's heart eventually started to beat again as she realised exactly what Stan had just confessed. She desperately tried to get him to lock eye contact with her, but by now, the dark haired boy had turned away again and was glimpsing hopelessly out the window.

Carefully, Wendy tried to think of something to say that wouldn't make Stan any more angry, but just as she licked her lips and opened her mouth to speak, the teenage girl froze. A deep sorrow suddenly rumbled in the pit of her stomach as she spied one single, lonely tear roll down Stan's face.

And as she almost mimicked his actions, she quickly realised that no matter what else he had said and yelled at her, sometimes tears said all there really was to say.

"Stan, look, I swear – "

" – No, just stop," he spoke calmly. Turning back to her, he wiped the salty water from his cheek, "I think it's pretty clear that none of your promises have ever been meant to last, Wendy."

Adjusting his seat belt, Stan sat up straight in his seat, trying to relieve the emotional pressure he felt still suffocating him, "You know what the worst part was? It wasn't that my girlfriend had broken up with me."

Waiting on thin ice, Wendy felt a shiver run up her spine as Stan finally looked her directly in the eye. The dullness and pain that sat in them sliced through her heart.

"It was that I lost my friend."

A million regrets immediately flashed through Wendy's mind. She wished she hadn't forced herself against him and kissed him like she had. But more than anything, as his last sentence echoed within her and she felt a choking sob erupt in the back of her throat, she wished that she had never left Stan in the first place.

"We can get back to that."

"No we can't. Nothing you can say is ever going to change the things that you've done or ever make us right again," he argued, "I'm done chasing you, Wendy. I'm taking my life back."

Staring straight through her, Stan's appearance was totally blank, "Now get out of my car."

Defiantly, Wendy wouldn't move. She refused to believe that this was going to be where her and Stan's story finally came to an end. Of course, it only agitated the teenage boy further as he spitefully leant over his ex-girlfriend and opened the passenger door for her.

"Get out!" he repeated, "I never want to speak to you ever again, get the fuck out!"

Even still, no matter how much he yelled or swore at her, Wendy tried to hold her demeanour. She held in a few sad sniffles and boldly shook her head, but soon enough, her brave performance was shut down. Stan shoved his hand down by her side, attempting to force her seat belt off her, instantly making Wendy snap.

Without even realising what she was doing, the feisty raven-haired girl slapped Stan's hand away and then pushed him as sharply and hard as she possibly could. If this was all really over, and he insisted on treating her like dirt, then why shouldn't she do exactly the same?

"Fuck you!" she screamed. The force of her ramming into him caused Stan to bounce off the inside of his door as Wendy ripped off her seat belt and finally climbed out of the car, "Fucking asshole!"

The precise second that Wendy had loudly slammed the car door back into place, Stan roared his engine back to life and angrily tore away from the curb, leaving her standing alone on the sidewalk in a cloud of exhaust fumes.

As the green Ford disappeared down the street, Wendy tenderly raised her hand to where Stan's lips had been no more than five minutes ago. And as soon as she did, she felt the unwilling tears fall from her eyes all over again. She had never plummeted from total bliss to utter misery so quickly in her entire life.

As if everything that Wendy had put herself through in the past three weeks hadn't been enough – not to mention the horrors chasing her from Malibu that she still hadn't had the chance to explain – now her heart truly had broken into a million pieces. In complete agony, Wendy crumbled into hysterics at the thought that she and Stan were now actually destroyed for good.

Refusing to look back in his mirror at her, Stan tightened his grip around the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white. He was furious, he was so beyond furious. All he had done was try to support Wendy and be there for her, but then of course, she had to turn it all around and ruin everything. Whenever Stan wanted her, Wendy would only push him away. But whenever Stan tried to take a step back, Wendy would try to pull him back in. It made his head spin and drove him absolutely crazy. But deep down, no matter how livid he seemed on the outside, Stan's insides and emotions were nowhere near as cold as what he claimed.

Thinking back to the three or four seconds where it had felt purely amazing to kiss Wendy again, Stan gritted his teeth together, punching the dashboard of his car. As more reluctant tears began to flow from within him, his speedometer steadily continued to climb. He just wished he could drive to the end of the Earth and never look back.

Over the course of the past two years, amongst his uncertainties, he still hadn't been able to forget about Wendy. But now after this afternoon, Stan knew that he never, ever would.

Well wow...

Hope you all enjoyed this new chapter since I finally decided to update my story! I'm definitely going to try and reduce the time between updates, because now we are well and truly getting down to all the important bits of the story!

Anybody care to give their opinion on all the sadness that occurred here? I think by now it's pretty obvious what happened to Wendy while she was in Malibu, but she still hasn't quite explained it for herself. And does anyone think Stan and Wendy really done for good? Please leave me a review and let me know what you think! I really appreciate it :)

What could possibly happen next...

Till next time guys,

Reneyyyyyyyyyy x