Epilogue -
"And it's Broflovski with possession."
Kyle's brow crinkled with intense concentration as he ran along the concrete.
"Broflovski runs up on Marsh!"
Locking eyes with one another, the two best friends held a seriously competitive glare for the shortest possible second.
And then, Kyle and Stan smirked at each other.
"Oh, and Broflovski steps around Marsh! He completely dodges him!" Kenny grinned to himself as he continued rambling in his stereotypical commentator's voice, "Broflovski passes to McCormick! McCormick has the puck! He's racing towards the goals, and...!"
Bringing his hockey stick all the way back, Kenny took aim and then fired the puck as hard as he could towards the goals. Flicking his head back up, he narrowed his eyes and felt his smile grow even wider as the black piece of rubber just managed to sneak between Cartman's legs and into the back of the net.
Keeping the comical announcer's accent in his voice, Kenny raised his hockey stick above his head and ran in a celebratory lap around the goal, "And the crowd goes wild! McCormick scores, proving once and for all that Cartman does not have a sweet hockey body!"
Rolling their eyes at the provoking tone in Kenny's voice, Stan and Kyle swapped a quick glance with one another and then fixated their sight on Cartman, bracing themselves for the tantrum he was probably about to throw.
"Shut the fuck up, Kenny! Shut your poor-ass mouth!"
Belting out another loud chuckle, Kenny shook his head, "You've gotta' come up with some new insults, dude. I swear, the more you stay unfit, the more fuckin' stupid you become, too."
The same unoriginal insults from Cartman weren't the only familiar factor from this situation that hadn't changed. The way that the four guys mucked around and fought with one another was exactly the same as how they did as kids.
The only thing was, they weren't exactly kids anymore. In fact, the start of this summer marked the conclusion of the twenty year olds' full second year out of high school.
"Oh, sure, Kenny," Cartman groaned, "None of you assholes are exactly the peak of fitness since weekly gym classes at school finished, either!"
Kenny scoffed with a frown, "Oh, really?" he challenged, gesturing to Kyle and Stan respectively, "EMT Bachelor's degree, football scholarship, and – "
Cutting Kenny off as the blonde boy proudly pointed to his own chest, Cartman spat out a laugh, " – and a grease monkey?"
Kenny raised a triumphant eyebrow, "That'll be a grease monkey in the air force at the end of the summer, thank you very much."
Listening to the sniping back and forth between two of his oldest friends, Stan couldn't help but smile at every word Kenny was saying. The ways in which each of their lives were turning out as they continued to grow older still felt sort of surreal.
After basically working his fingers to the bone at the workshop for three years, Kenny had spent this last twelve months training a new, younger mechanic while his boss focussed on opening a second facility across town. Being more or less in charge of the shop, as well as having his own assistant, Kenny had definitely learned how to juggle a hell of a lot more responsibility. And not only that, but it also inspired him to continue pushing himself further and further. Kenny always knew that he wouldn't ever have the funds to successfully go through college, and he wasn't exactly a brainbox, either. But, he was very good with mechanics, and with his hands. Which was precisely the reason why he leapt at the opportunity to not only join an incredibly prestigious profession like the air force – but to also escape the town in which his under-privileged family had been trapped for so long.
Giving credit where credit was due, as much as the other three boys may have picked on Cartman and completely tore him to shreds, he had always had an amazing mind for business. Whether he had been trying to make money by speaking the word of God to gullible eight year olds, or starting his own company that took out revenge on evil parents, Cartman pretty much knew all the tricks of the trade when it came to making money. So while he may not have attended college, and while his job may have involved sitting in front of a computer and becoming fatter by the day, he was actually working in property and real estate – and he was doing a pretty damn good job of it. In fact, at twenty years old, he was the first out of all his friends to own his own house. But, of course, they didn't let that stop them from constantly making as much fun of him as they could.
For the longest time, everyone around him assumed that Kyle would simply follow in his father's footsteps and become a lawyer once he had finished school. It was such common knowledge that Kyle even started to unintentionally believe it for himself. He had the brains, obviously, and he could certainly hold his own in any argument. But something about strutting around in a suit and wasting away in an office all day eventually started to appeal to him less and less. The only factor that didn't stop appealing to him was, of course, the attractive rate of pay. When the choice came for him to decide what kind of career would still pay well and allow him to use his intelligence on a daily basis – while still being something that made him feel proud to do – an EMT's degree to become a paramedic was instantly the most logical and exciting choice.
He was still dating Bebe, too, although, their relationship hadn't exactly been smooth sailing since they finally confessed how they really felt about one another in the eleventh grade. The beautiful blonde was studying marketing and advertising at the University of California in Berkeley, and the insane distance between she and her boyfriend at George Washington University had instantly put a strain on them. As much as they tried to talk to each other whenever they could, all it had taken was one too many fights about Bebe and her girlfriends spending too much time at the sunny Californian beaches with different guys, or about Kyle being too controlling of her before they both angrily decided that the way they felt about one another wasn't worth all the drama and hurt and distance.
Their break-up had been horribly hard on both of them. It was absolutely heartbreaking. They each stubbornly decided to completely cut off all contact between them and removed one another from all their social media accounts and erased each other's phone number. And then, there had simply been silence between them. Seven long, awful, gut-wrenching months of silence. All until they had come face to face in South Park again during the summer after their freshman year.
As soon as they laid eyes on one another and remembered just how important it had been to them to have been each other's first – it quickly became all too clear to Kyle and Bebe just how much it meant to them to still be each other's first love, as well.
All it had taken was one night back together for Kyle and Bebe to apologise and confess how much they needed one another and swear that they would try harder to never fall apart again. And so far, they had managed to do just that.
And then, finally, there was Stan. Probably the most predictable out of all his friends when it came to a career path. The weeks leading up to his games and performances in front of the visiting college football scouts had been some of the scariest of Stan's entire existence. It had all felt so daunting – so final. If he hadn't been successfully selected for a football scholarship, then what else was out there for him? Luckily, all these fears and concerns had proven to be completely redundant. No-one had been surprised when Stan got offered a full scholarship to play for the Colorado Buffaloes.
Well, no-one but Stan, anyway.
The time that Stan had spent mastering his gameplay at his university's Boulder campus was greater than he ever imagined it to be. He was loving every single second of it, as well as the degree in physical therapy and exercise science he was studying. The past two years couldn't have been any more perfect.
There had been times where the dark haired young man had worried that maybe he wasn't indulging in some of the greater new life experiences like his friends were. Aside from Cartman who was still actually based in South Park, Stan had been the one out of all his friends to move the least amount of distance from home for college. After all, Boulder was only, what, two hours away from the small mountain town at most? Kyle was in D.C., and Kenny was preparing to move onto one of the country's National Air Force bases in Maryland. It sort of left Stan feeling unsure about whether he was truly pushing his comfortable boundaries as much as he should be.
Despite all this, though, it hadn't taken him too long to figure out that it wasn't necessarily the distance away from home that shaped college life – but rather, it was the people at home whom you left behind.
Within the initial short months of his freshman year, Stan had instantly formed some incredibly strong friendships. He had met some awesome guys, and some really cool chicks, too. He wasn't denying for a second that he didn't miss his family and friends like all hell, but things had changed... a lot of things about Stan's life had changed. There were tonnes of relationships that he had built in high school that suffered from the transition of teenager to adult and had sadly broken down. He didn't have his overbearing mother hanging over him, or his unpredictable father embarrassing him, or his nosey best friend bugging him.
For the first time in Stan's twenty short years, he was completely on his own, free to do whatever he pleased.
And he sorta' liked it that way.
"Okay, okay," Kyle suddenly cut in between Cartman and Kenny's arguing, "Can we get back to enjoying the first Sunday of summer, please? I'll bet I can sneak around Stan with ten more goals before this afternoon's over."
With a roll of his eyes, Stan nudged into Kyle with his shoulder as he shuffled past him and grinned jokingly, "Okay, sure, dude," he shot back sarcastically, " Lucky you've done two years of paramedics, 'cause I'm about to fuck you up."
Sharing some more laughter, both twenty year olds placed their sticks firmly on the ground and faced each other as Kenny picked up the puck. Just as the mechanic went to drop it in the middle of the street, Stan suddenly froze at a voice echoing from behind him.
"Are you guys ever gonna' grow out of this? I mean, hockey's not exactly a summer sport."
Impulsively feeling his heart race at a million miles an hour and leap right out of his chest, Stan's face was a surprised shade of pale white as he slowly turned around on the spot.
As much as he may have been enjoying his new found freedom, there was just one downside to Stan's independent and solitary state at college. And that was that he didn't have his beautiful girlfriend to nag at him, drive him crazy and argue with him. But she also wasn't there to kiss him every day and hold him close at night.
Dropping his hockey stick cold to the ground, Stan murmured under his breath to the guys, "Time out."
Wendy's gorgeous face lit up like a thousand fireflies as Stan came absolutely sprinting towards her. The irresistible temptations thudding in her chest quickly became too much to contain. The young woman dropped her arms from where they were casually crossed against her chest and went rocketing towards her boyfriend as quickly as she could, feeling her long, black locks fly in the air behind her.
The two of them smiled, ignoring the disgusted groans from Kenny and the complaints from Cartman about his hockey teammate ditching him. Just as he almost reached her, Stan opened his mouth to speak.
"Longest semester ever!"
Wendy grinned with teasing eyes, "That's what you say at the start of every break!"
"Yeah, because each one always feels longer than the last!"
On the very last syllable that left his lips, Stan and Wendy finally collided with each other in the middle of the empty street. The expression of pure elation was impossible to hide from his face as he caught her around her upper torso and swung her around on the spot. Her legs hung out behind her and she giggled as she felt her skirt dance in the cool summer breeze.
As he placed her on the ground, the young couple instantly threw their arms back around one another. They barely even took the opportunity to steal a glance at each other's faces as Wendy immediately buried hers in his chest, and Stan dug his into the crook of her neck. They breathed in the intoxicating scent of one another and sighed in happiness, whispering a mixture of 'I missed you' and 'I love you' in each other's ears.
It had sure been a long three months.
As it turned out, there actually was something scarier to Stan than the weeks leading up to his scholarship tryouts. And that was the torturous weeks, days, hours and minutes leading up to Wendy's departure from Colorado to attend Princeton University in New Jersey.
Wendy was studying psychology. After everything that she and Stan had been through without each other in the ninth and tenth grades, the young girl decided wholeheartedly that she wanted to build a career in a field where she was going to be able to help other kids and teenagers experiencing the same nightmares that she had. She had gotten offers from four or five different universities, but at the end of the day, it had always been her goal to attend college at an Ivy League level.
Despite how badly she wanted it and how hard she had worked to earn it, though, it didn't make leaving Stan behind in Colorado any easier.
The first year had been a little tough. On top of learning how to live without each other after being absolutely glued together for their junior and senior year of high school, Stan and Wendy had also been forced to build a new level of trust with one another. There had only been very few instances of things like 'which guys came over to drink last night?' and 'who's that girl in that photo with you?' until eventually, time had taught the both of them outgrow their immature paranoia.
And now in what felt like the blink of an eye, their sophomore year was over, too. Somehow, the whole thing simply seemed to be getting easier with each day that passed by.
After all, Stan had promised Wendy that they were always going to be okay. And it was a promise he intended to keep.
Pulling back from her and gazing down into her deep, brown eyes, Stan smiled as he cupped her jaw, and for the first time since Spring Break three months ago, he pressed his lips delicately to Wendy's. The dark haired girl's skin tingled as her boyfriend gently clawed at the back of her neck. She reached her hands up to where he was lovingly holding her face and sighed as she melted into their kiss. She lapped at him for what felt like an all too short time as he detached himself from her.
Staring back at her again, Stan chuckled in light disbelief, "You weren't supposed to be back till tomorrow."
Smirking up at him cheekily, Wendy brushed her lips against Stan's again, humming into him as she did, "Surprise."
Feeling goosebumps explode over him at her murmured tone, Stan laughed quietly again and shook his head as he mimicked Wendy's sweet kiss.
All of a sudden, as he froze and stopped kissing her, Stan's eyes widened. He took the last word that Wendy had spoken and repeated it to himself in his head before he blew out a disappointed sigh, "Shit... surprise..."
Wendy's brow crinkled in confusion, "What's wrong?" In the next second, though, as she realised what he was saying, Wendy covered her mouth and let slip a small, guilty gasp, "Oh, crap! Oh no, did you have something planned for tomorrow?" she asked, "Do you need me to leave for the night and come back in the morning?"
"No!" he laughed as he tugged her into a gentle hug, "No, baby, it's fine. I mean..." Stan stopped, falling to slim hesitation. And then, a smile crossed him again, "You know what, it's okay, we can still do, like, half of it. Come on."
Bursting into an array of giggles, Wendy tilted her head to the side with a shrug as Stan grabbed onto her hand and suddenly started dragging her behind him, "Where are we going?"
"Just come on!"
Groaning with another laugh, Wendy finally conceded and allowed herself to be pulled along towards Stan's car where it was parked near the guys. She offered the three of them a small wave as she and Stan quickly shot by.
Kenny raised an eyebrow and grinned with devilish sarcasm as he spoke like a sports announcer again, "And there go Marsh and Testaburger, off to go get laid in record timing!"
"Shut the fuck up, dude," Stan chuckled, opening the passenger door to his trusty green Ford for his girlfriend. Climbing into the driver's seat beside her, Stan could only gaze at her for a second, soaking in her beauty and how amazing it felt to see her again, before his strong will harshly caved in all around him.
Lunging at her all over again, Stan left all innocence behind as he forcefully grabbed Wendy's shoulders and plummeted his mouth against hers. Wendy expelled a hot and heavy breath as the two of them instantly tied their tongues together. The taste and sensation was something they had both been absolutely craving for three, long months. Just as the young man dared to reach out and clutch at his girlfriend's thigh, the two sprung apart in surprise as Kyle hurled his orange jacket at Stan's windscreen and yelled out to them.
"Oh, just get the hell out of here, already!"
Sensing an embarrassed blush fall into his cheeks, Stan simply shook his head as he roared his car to life. He switched on his wipers, watching with a sly smirk as Kyle's jacket was flicked off his windshield and onto the cement ground before he and Wendy went tearing up the street.
"Are you gonna' tell me where we're going yet?" Wendy asked with a curious titter in her voice.
"We've gotta' swing by my place first," Stan answered, "And then you'll just have to sit back and enjoy the ride."
Grumbling in teasing frustration, Wendy gritted her teeth together and fell to a stubborn silence, settling instead for Stan's hand in hers as she reached for him.
The short drive back to his parents' house was filled with as much catching up as they could possibly manage. Questions about how their final exams had gone, about how football was going, about how their college friends were doing and, of course, about how much they had missed one another.
Before they could even commit to a full conversation, Stan suddenly pulled up at his house, ripping off his seat belt, "Wait here for a sec."
Wendy laughed again, "Stan – "
"Just a sec!"
Cutting her off with a slam of his car door, the dark haired young man dashed up the front step and into his house. Wendy merely stayed in her seat, her jaw hanging open and an impatient frown on her face.
Her entire chest swelled in anticipating happiness at the thought of what exactly Stan might have had planned for her. Regardless of what it was, the young woman only hoped that it was going to be worth all the waiting she was doing right now. Because quite frankly, the only thing Wendy really wanted from Stan was to be caught up in another raw and unapologetically passionate make-out session with him... and then some.
Snapping her out of her all-consuming daydream, Stan suddenly reappeared out the front of his house and closed the front door behind him as he ran back to the car. He had a small sized duffle bag hanging over his shoulder which he placed gently on the backseat as he sat down in front of the steering wheel.
Before Wendy even had the chance to question him any further, Stan turned to her as he bit down on his bottom lip and glimpsed at her with adorable eyes, "Can I be super lame and ask you to shut your eyes until we get there?"
Wendy felt her heart flutter. She wasn't necessarily shocked by how romantic Stan was acting, but still, the most uncertain parts of her brain were straining to figure out exactly what he had planned, "What are we – "
"It's nothing extravagant, or anything," Stan explained, "But I just don't want you to see where we're going, okay?"
Reading the sweet, pleading expression in his face, Wendy could only smile at his cuteness. Her mind was racing into curious overdrive, but eventually, the dark haired girl rolled her eyes before doing what she was asked and shut them tight. She giggled again as she felt Stan re-join his hand with hers and rub circles against her with his thumb.
In what felt like a matter of moments, Stan's car drove through South Park for a short time and rounded a few corners before it came to a stop again. Wendy frowned. They obviously hadn't travelled very far – it had to have only been about five minutes, at the absolute maximum. She was almost about to open her eyes until she jumped slightly at the feeling of Stan tenderly squeezing her knee.
"Just give me one minute, okay beautiful? And keep your eyes closed."
"But, babe – "
Cutting over the top of her one final time, Stan placed a hand under Wendy's jaw to stop her from talking and kissed her warmly on the cheek. Wendy instantly felt all the blood rush to her face in a deep, red blush as she finally sighed in defeat and slouched back into her seat.
The anticipating silence overcame her again when Stan snatched up his bag and left, shutting the driver's door behind him. The darkness of having her eyes closed meshed together peacefully with the quiet, leaving Wendy completely alone with her thoughts. Her heart was still racing at the pure knowledge that she and Stan were back in South Park together after three months.
Bringing her hand up to her neckline, she twisted the chain of her pink infinity necklace around her forefinger. Her skin tingled at the sensation. Ever since that Christmas two years ago when Stan had gifted it to her, she had never taken it off – only to clean it. Other than that, it was safely fastened around her neck every day and tucked away into her pyjama top every night.
It was how she made sure that there was always a piece of her boyfriend with her at all times, no matter where she was.
At this thought, Wendy was suddenly rattled in slim surprise as she heard the passenger door of the car click open before Stan's voice came back to life.
"Give me your hand."
Slowly holding her hand out, Wendy felt butterflies soar in her stomach at Stan's touch. She stepped out onto the ground in her gold coloured sandals. The grass was still slightly wet with the morning's dew as the young couple took three or four steps forward.
And then, Stan took a deep breath.
"Okay."
There was a grin of sheer speculation on Wendy's face before she even opened her eyes. She squinted at first, momentarily blinded by the bright summer sun as it glistened and reflected off the water in front of her. If this hadn't been hint enough, Wendy's vision finally adjusted properly as she gasped in pleasant shock and covered her mouth with her hand.
"Aw, you cutie," she giggled, wrapping one arm around his waist as he hugged her back.
It certainly wasn't extravagant, in any sense of the word, but the simple picnic blanket that Stan had thrown out on the ground next to Stark's Pond was just the kind of thoughtful, romantic gesture that pulled at Wendy's heartstrings and drove her crazy in the best possible way.
"And that's not all," Stan proudly announced, ushering Wendy over to the blanket. He gently coaxed her down to the ground as she sat with her legs stretched out and flattened down her skirt.
Reaching over to the cooler bag that was resting closer to the edge of the pond, Stan unzipped the top of it and revealed two ice cold looking bottles.
Wendy raised an eyebrow, "Beers?"
Stan looked at her with a playful shrug, "My dad hooked us up. We are almost twenty-one, he said he didn't mind," he explained with a smile, "Sorry it's not anything more romantic, I was gonna' do sandwiches and cakes and all that shit, but – "
Shaking her head at him, Wendy took her hand to the back of Stan's neck and ceased his apologetic ramblings with a gentle, loving peck at his lips, "Don't be silly, this is perfect," she promised him.
Smirking right back at her, Stan found himself getting lost for a moment in Wendy's eyes. The two beautiful, brown orbs staring into his soul shone through him like exquisite beams of light. He studied her face, his heart pounding a little more with each inch of skin that his eyes covered. Her gorgeous features were almost more familiar to him than his own. She was still the exact same girl who had flown out to New Jersey three months ago, and the exact same girl who had come running back to him in the eleventh grade.
More importantly than all of that, though – Wendy and Stan were both still exactly the same on the inside as the innocent little eight year old kids who had first fallen in love with each other.
"Do you remember the first time we came here together?" Stan asked sweetly, smiling faintly as Wendy furrowed her brow and glanced at him, "You gave me a note in the school cafeteria and asked me to meet you here."
A moment of hesitation passed her before Wendy's features widened with happiness, "Yeah, when we were eight... wow… twelve freakin' years ago, can you believe that?"
"Not as much as I can't believe that I was dumb enough to actually bring Kyle along with me…" Stan grumbled with a roll of his eyes.
"Well," Wendy cooed as she scooted closer to Stan on the picnic rug, "Seeing as he and Bebe went the whole year without breaking up again, I don't think either of them will be interrupting us anytime soon."
Laughing softly at her, Stan nodded his head in agreement as he allowed Wendy to shuffle as close to him as she could. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her against him, kissing her firmly on the crown of her head and hugging her even tighter.
For a moment, while Wendy reached for the two bottles of beer and popped the tops off them, Stan merely gazed out over the stillness of Stark's Pond. This place had always truly meant something to he and Wendy. They held a countless amount of special memories here. Whether it was sharing many of their first kisses, or going on adorable picnics like the one they were on now, or embarking on steamy late night adventures in his car – on more than one occasion – Stan couldn't help but smile whenever he imagined the picturesque trees and gentle water usually surrounded by a beautiful sheet of snow.
Sighing into the summer air, Stan held Wendy slightly closer. The absolute best part about her coming home was that once she had arrived, it truly felt like she had never even left.
"What did you even invite me here for in the first place, anyway?" he asked seemingly out of the blue. He locked his vision with Wendy again as she glanced up at him, "Ya' know, if I hadn't let Kyle come with me… what did you want me to meet you for?"
Feeling her brow collapse into an amused frown, Wendy giggled with a shake of her head as she handed Stan his beer, "Are you kidding? Duh, Stan, it was to try to kiss you."
Taking the cold beverage from her, Stan's face flushed as he sensed his eight year old self explode with happiness, "Well, too bad that eventually turned out the way it did…"
"Hey, it was always sort of fun to study your vomit and try to guess what you ate for lunch that day," she teased, "And besides… that may have just turned out to be the very moment I fell in love with you."
The young man's heart skipped an electric beat as he shot his wide eyes down to his girlfriend at her affectionate words. Bringing his hand up to her face once more, Stan took his finger to the pendant of Wendy's necklace for the shortest second before tucking a loose strand of her raven locks behind her ear.
And then, Stan smirked at her.
"Well, I guess I win, because I've loved you from the very first second I ever saw you at the start of third grade."
Scoffing at his endearing combination of a loving compliment and a mischievous joke, Wendy felt her eyes roll again at the smug expression on her boyfriend's face.
Deep down, it didn't really matter how many romantic moments Stan ruined with his boyish immaturity. Wendy would endure an endless amount of his lame jokes and even lamer attempts at making harmless fun of her if it meant she could simply keep him as hers for the rest of their lives.
This was the thought that filled her soul with ecstasy as Stan raised his beer at her and tipped it towards her.
"Here's to another perfect summer."
Staring at the brown bottle in his hand, Wendy's eyes crept all the way up Stan's arm, past his shoulder and neck, stopping at the handsome features of his face before finally resting on his red poof ball hat. He really never had changed, or stopped being hers. And Wendy was determined to make sure he never would.
She couldn't thank God enough for never letting her quit fighting for him.
"And to our happily ever after."
With a cheeky twinkle flickering in her chocolate coloured eyes, Wendy raised her beer bottle much higher and forcefully tapped the bottom of it down onto the open neck of Stan's. Within seconds, the sticky, alcoholic liquid shot up from inside the bottle and leaked through the top onto Stan's hand.
His face dropped into a shocked frown as he ran his mouth over the bottle to try and savour as much of the bitter, dry goodness as he could – all the while shaking his head with a chuckle as Wendy burst out into hysterical laughter.
Soon determining the battle as being lost, Stan tossed the half-empty bottle to the side and narrowed his threatening eyes at the raven haired beauty next to him.
"Dude, you are a dead woman."
Completely diving towards her, Wendy didn't even have the time to conjure up an escape as Stan tackled her around her waist and drove her into the grass beneath their picnic blanket. Through her fit of laughter, she desperately tried to wriggle away but only found herself becoming even more trapped as Stan climbed totally on top of her.
They were both absolutely cackling with playful delight into the fresh mountain air as Wendy raised her arms to try to push Stan off her. But, of course, the dark haired young man was too quick for her and simply pinned her wrists down against the ground. As Wendy was forced to let go of her own beer bottle and watched it wastefully roll down the small hill towards the pond, she soon glanced back up at the beautiful man lying on top of her.
Staring into each other's eyes, Stan and Wendy were both panting slightly from their unruly play fight. They both expelled a couple more exhausted chuckles until a silence fell over them and they felt their energetic smiles fall from their faces.
As the heavy, heavy weight of three months apart finally crashed down on their shoulders, Stan suddenly ripped his hands away from Wendy's wrists and clutched at the sides of her face as he kissed her with the deepest passion.
Wendy's vision fell under Stan's faultless spell as she shut her eyes and simply grasped back at him. She wrapped her arms around his torso and found her way up under his shirt as her fingers tingled at the fiery contact of his bare skin.
They both knew they didn't need to say anything more. No amount of words could ever speak louder than the pure love and devotion they shared every time they kissed.
They truly had been to hell and back in the twelve years they had been blessed enough to love each other. And whether they were in South Park, Malibu, Boulder or Princeton, Stan and Wendy both knew that they had forgiven each other enough, and certainly loved each other enough to simply stay this way forever.
After all, they would always eventually get back together. That was always how it all ended.
holyyyy, I was not expecting the epilogue to be this long.. :)
BEFORE I GO ON, if everyone could please read my important A/N following this chapter regarding the continuation of this story, that would spectacular!
Well, wow.. I can't believe this story is finally officially over. Almost two years of obsessively pouring my heart and soul into it has been amazing, and I've loved every second of it. I hope all of you have, too!
I also hope everyone is satisfied with ending, aaaand that I at least managed to trick a few of you into thinking Stan and Wendy had broken up again ;)
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Thank you so much to everyone who's read this story start to finish and enjoyed it. It's certainly been my favourite to ever write, and I am definitely not done with more South Park writing in the near future!
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