A.T: Sorry for taking a bit longer! Got back to Uni after the Easter holidays and was busy with work and such. Enjoy! ^^

Chapter six

Friendship

Wendy swayed on the spot a bit, as in her head she herd yet again the playback of Bebe's moan that had been burned into her brain. She managed to regain control and look up at the blond girl, taking a deep breath.

"Why did you do it Bebe?"

Wendy asked her, trying her best to remain calm for now. Bebe had been her best friend ever since she had memory; she deserved at least to explain herself before she kicked her face in.

"Do what?"

Bebe smirked at her, playing it dumb.

"Sleep with Stan! What the hell is wrong with you Bebe? You have never been like this!"

Bebe turned around and walked towards the window, observing the night sky.

"People change Wendy. You and Stan have both changed and that change was slowly drifting you apart."

"That still doesn't give you permission to fuck my boyfriend!"

Wendy yelled. Bebe turned around, anger etched on her face.

"I was making him happy! He was going to leave you anyway!"

The blond traitor was now up in Wendy's face, only a few inches separating them.

"You were never meant to be with him so long, face it, you only had him around because you were just used to having him under your thumb"

She wasn't entirely wrong, but Wendy was never going to admit that, the noirette looked her in the eyes and whispered.

"Last warning bitch, stay away from Stan or else"

Bebe lingered a few seconds and retreated laughing, which confused Wendy.

"Ok then, I'll stay away from Stan, and then what? He is in a fucking coma anyway, but if you are so hard headed you are welcome to stay, and when he wakes up he can tell you himself that he doesn't want to be with you anymore."

She closed in again.

"Will you be prepared for that? Or do you still think he's really going to stay with you after having bin with me?"

She leaned out once more and looked away, smirking again.

"How do you think I got into his house? Why do you think he was naked? Why wasn't he struggling? Oh yea, I also forgot to mention that that was the third time that week and the third time that day. Do you still think he still loves you so much?"

This caught Wendy of guard. She hadn't actually stopped to think about that, how did Bebe get in without any problem, and Stan certainly didn't look like he was putting up any resistance.

"Y-you must have tricked him! Stan would never cheat on me like that! Not willingly!"

She almost cried, praying to herself that it was so.

Bebe looked at her and reached over to her phone that was sat on a table next to Stan's body. She flicked through a few screens and then handed the phone to Wendy. It was a text conversation between the two teens.

-Hey Bebe, you free this afternoon? I need to speak with you. Do you mind coming to my place?-

-Um… yea ok, it's a bit odd, but i'm guessing its important, what time do you want me there?-

-5:30?-

-Ok-

Wendy looked up at Bebe.

"That doesn't prove Stan was doing anything bad Bebe"

The blonde nodded.

"Keep reading the next day"

Wendy hesitated but her insides pushed her to keep reading, even if it might possibly hurt her.

-Bebe… I don't want anyone else knowing about what happened yesterday ok?-

-Why? You obviously liked it, much more than usual i'm guessing… Why stop now, don't deny that you felt something for me.-

-I am with Wendy! This is bad enough as it is! Just stop ok?-

-Why don't we talk about this in person? Come by my house and we'll settle it all-

-…Ok, but just to make things clear, i'm not going to do anything else with you! I'll be there in 10 mins-

Tears were forming in Wendy's eyes as she continued to read. So they had had sex, and what was perhaps worse, he hadn't told her anything about it. Her heart ached as she read the last texts from the day before.

-Well Stan? Do you believe me now? I can make you much happier than Wendy-

-I guess so… but this is all so fast… I should really talk about it with Wendy… I'm thinking of calling her…-

-No! Never over the phone Stan! How about this, I go over for a while and we can talk about it-

-I donno Bebe… I'm feeling really stressed right now, I just want to relax…-

-Let me do that for you ;) I'll be there in a few minutes, just hold tight-

-Ok, I guess I'll talk to Wendy about breaking up tomorrow. Can't wait to see you pretty girl-

The last message was several minutes later.

-Sweetie, let me in, i'm ONLY wearing a long coat ;)-

The sent time was only a few hours before Wendy ever got to Stan's house.

A tear ran down the noirette's face, falling on the mobiles screen underneath her, blurring the words that had pierced her so intensely.

Bebe reached for her phone and locked it.

"I told you Wendy"

As gravity pulled her body down, all the young fragile teen wanted to do was lie down, curl up in a ball and disappear. Her head weighed one hundred times its normal weight as she lifted it up to look at whom had been her best friend for so long between tears.

"Why Bebe?"

She asked, her voice cracking with each word.

"You were like a… sister to me… I trusted you with everything… why… how could you do something to me like this?"

She lost the fight with gravity and collapsed to her knees as her mind hit its pain limit. Her life had been shattered, the only two people she had ever really trusted had betrayed her, and now Stan was in a coma and Bebe had betrayed her.

The blond girl stood above her, her voice firm.

"Why? It's ME, who had to watch you two together for years! Watch you get into fights and have ME hear all your problems! You constantly talked about how he treated you as if he was some kind of douche, never realizing what an awesome boyfriend he really was! You had it all and lost it because you are a self centered bitch!"

She crouched down and looked Wendy in the eyes, even though all the other teen could do was sob, listening to the torture coming out of the blonde girls mouth.

"Remember when we went into Stan's tree house to play truth or dare, and I told you I liked Kyle? I was lying! I loved Stan since the very beginning but I never dared to say anything because I respected you! Then you sent ME to tell him that YOU wanted to break up with him because you FELT like being with Token for a while! And do you know the only thing he told me after that? He told me that I had to go back to you to tell you how much HE loved you! It wasn't fair! And then I had to put up with you guys getting back together AGAIN! Do you know what my life has been like? To love someone so much and never have him ever notice you?"

Bebe looked over at Stan with tears forming in his eyes.

"He is finally mine now… and look at him… I never even know if he will ever fucking wake up… but I do know that he is mine now. He loves ME! So leave us ALONE!"

Bebe screamed suddenly, eyes overflowing with tears.

Wendy continued to cry as she looked up at her, the blond girl looked agitated. There was nothing more she could do. Stan had cheated on her, with her best friend. She managed to stumble up, only to be pushed against the door with force.

"I said GET OUT!"

Bebe screamed at her again, now crying her eyes out. As Wendy left the room, not looking back, the blond girl turned around to Stan and hugged his unconscious body, still sobbing.

"Please wake up Stan… please, I love you…"

She repeated again and again whilst continuing to cry until her voice disappeared in the distance. Wendy hobbled out of the hospital and down the street in silence, her eyes red and her soul tortured.

The rain continued to drizzle and thunder echoed in the distance as Wendy staggered up to a door she hadn't been to in a long time. She drearily looked around and pressed the doorbell. A few moments later a familiar face greeted her.

"Wendy! What happened!? Why are you dressed in hospital clothes?"

The Jew in stripped pajamas asked, very surprised at Wendy's sudden and exceptional visit.

The noirette looked up at Kyle, her eyes puffy and red.

"Stan… is in a coma…"

"I know… I just got a call from his mother…"

Wendy just stared at him, not able to speak any more words. He must have realized this.

"Come in please, lets go to my room, you need a change of clothes"

Half an hour later Wendy was wearing some of Kyle's mom's old pajamas, they were quite big for her, but she wasn't planning on going very far with them. Someone knocked on the door.

"Have you finished getting changed?"

Asked the young man standing outside.

"Yea…"

Wendy muttered, just loud enough for the Jew to hear her. Kyle walked in with to cups of what smelt like hot chocolate. He passed one to the broken girl, who took a small sip and curled her hands around its warmth.

The redhead sat next to her on the bed and looked at her.

"Ok Wendy, what's happened?"

Wendy took a deep breath and began explaining without lifting her head up.

"I… caught Stan and Bebe together in bed… I freaked out and ran out of his house, but he followed me…"

She looked up at Kyle, tears forming in her eyes.

"He was shot Kyle… suddenly a bullet from nowhere hit him and he fell… eyes empty to the floor… I… I couldn't believe it… I went mad with rage and looked for the killer. In the end I managed to catch up with him and forced him to tell me what he knew… He had been hired anonymously…"

"Who was the killer?! Was he arrested?"

Kyle interrupted, anxious to know if there was at least a lead to follow. Kenny's voice echoed in her mind as Wendy looked down again.

"No… he… escaped before I could ask him his name… But please don't tell any one!"

Kyle nodded with a serious face.

"I managed to get back just in time to see Stan being lifted into an ambulance. After that I fainted"

Wendy continued.

"I woke up in the hospital and was interrogated by the police for a while and when I finally got to see Stan…"

Her voice cracked with the last words. She looked at Kyle, tears streaming down her eyes and threw herself around him, crying.

"He was all hooked up to machines and cold looking! Why Kyle? Why?"

She continued to say as she cried on Kyle's shoulder. The Jew put his hands around her and rest his head on hers, to comfort her.

"And she was there, taunting me with horrible truths, she showed me the conversation between her and Stan over the last few days, Kyle-"

She sobbed, pulling away from him and looking him in the eyes.

"-He was cheating on me and he never told me anything!"

She lunged back into Kyle's arms, crying with all her might as the Jew hugged her back, staring into space.

"I… I can't believe it… Stan would never do anything like that…"

He muttered, tears forming in his eyes as well in compassion for his friend's situation. He hugged her back and held her as time slowly flowed away.

Wendy ended up staying to sleep at Kyle's house. She called her parents and explained the situation, witch they fully understood and accepted after everything that had happened.

Kyle had given her his bed and he was sleeping on some blankets on the floor next to her.

He had fallen asleep, snoring very lightly, but that wasn't the reason Wendy couldn't sleep.

She just lay in bed, staring out the window. Her thoughts reliving the events that had occurred over and over again, it was as if she was trapped in a nightmare that never ended.

"Can't sleep?"

Kyle whispered beside her, surprising her slightly. She looked at the young man who was leaning on the bed next to her. He wasn't wearing a shirt, only some long pajama trousers. His bare chest, not toned, but firm, shone in the moonlight that bathed the small room through the window.

"I just… can't believe what Bebe did to me… She was my best friend…"

Kyle sighed, rubbed his eyes and got up on the bed next to her, giving her a hug. He then lay down with, without getting into the blankets. His actions surprised the rational Wendy that was buried deep inside her, beneath all the emotions that had flourished over the last day. Kyle had never been this outgoing with her, but she just guessed he was just trying to make her feel loved after all what had happened and looked at him.

He brushed a few red locks from his eyes and stared at the celling.

"To tell you the truth… I can understand Bebe, but before you thing I'm defending her… I know how she feels. To spend your whole life loving someone, seeing that person everyday and never being able to do anything about it… you learn to put up with it, but the pain you feel each day when you see that person… it never goes away…"

He looked Wendy in the eyes and kept them there.

She backed up, suddenly realizing what he was talking about.

"Kyle… I… you… love me?"

She asked, surprised.

"What? No!"

The Jew spat, realizing that he had phrased his words the wrong way.

"Don't get me wrong Wendy, you are a catch and a half, if only more girls were like you, but you are with… well… were with Stan, and he is like a brother to me, I would never ever do anything like that to him!"

He explained as fast as possible, not wanting Wendy to get the wrong idea. She breathed, relieved. The last thing she needed was to have Kyle after her as well.

"So… who do you love then?"

She asked, trying to push the conversation along.

The young man looked away, breaking eye connection with the noirette.

"Ironically… I have always loved… Bebe…"

Wendy just stared at him.

"Kyle… she has been single for ages, why didn't you say anything to her?"

The redhead put his feet on the ground, sitting up, his back to Wendy.

"Do you thing she would be interested in me? I'm just a nerd, and she is the most popular girl in school, there is no way she would have ever wanted to be with me…"

Wendy felt the pain in his voice, it was the same pain she had sensed in Bebe's voice back in the hospital. She crawled out from under the sheets and hugged him from behind.

"Why didn't you try? If you had just asked her, then you could have either been with her or be rejected and gone on with life"

She stated in a low voice.

Kyle breathed out and closed his eyes.

"Because sometimes, being ignorant is better than knowing the truth. If I don't ask her anything, then I'll never be rejected and never feel the pain of rejection"

"But then you will never know what it would be like to be with her"

Wendy answered, confused.

"Bebe and I are totally different people. She likes parties, shopping and going out and such, I prefer to stay at home, reading or watching movies and so on. We would never work. At least now she is a friend, we talk every now and then when we cross each other in school or when we were with you. If I told her my feelings, nothing would ever be the same, it would always be… uncomfortable…"

Wendy paused, understanding how he felt.

"Well… there going to be an awful lot of awkwardness from now on… She is with Stan… If he ever wakes up that is…"

She said staring down as the Jew boy, who had turned around, observing her.

"Don't worry Wendy, Stan is a fighter, he will be up soon and then you can hear it from him"

The noirette contemplated the idea, but rejected it.

"No… what's done is done… Things will never be the same between us again…"

She muttered, as she felt the tears start to form in her eyes again.

"Well… You know you can always count on me Wendy, I'll always be a friend to you, now and forever"

Kyle said to her. His words filled her with warmth and she hugged him. The Jew felt her tears on his chest as she silently cried.

"Remember there is also Cartman. He seems to really have changed. I know you don't really trust him yet, but… give him a chance Wendy, imagine what is must he like for ME to tell you this…"

Wendy wiped her tears and looked at Kyle. He was right; she had been too harsh with Eric. He deserved an opportunity, especially now that she needed all the friends she could get. Rational Wendy was still suspicious, but her heart was in charge, and it was broken beyond repair. Just remembering his silky hair and handsome smile pushed her hopes up a bit. He may be a bit strange now, but nothing could deny that the calm and positive attitude he had would probably help her a lot.

"You're right Kyle… I'll talk to Cartman tomorrow"

She said, looking at him, feeling slightly better.

"That's good to know, and remember, I'm here for anything you need!"

He reminded her with a smile. He hugged her once more and kissed her on her forehead.

"Try and get some sleep ok? It will do you well, tomorrow will be another day"

He said with a caring smile and retreated to his bed.

Wendy lay back in bed and soon found herself in dream land, but, unlike she had expected, there were no repetitive nightmare about Stan being shot or Bebe's moan, but instead memories of when they were young. Their first kiss, the laughing, the hugs, the long stares and the unique moments of pure love they had shared together, lost in each other's eyes.

A few hours later she gently woke up, tears streaming down her eyes, but smiling.

She was sad, but knowing she could feel so sad had made her happy, because, to feel this sad, she had to have been happy beforehand. Bad only comes with good, and good only comes with sad, so in a certain way, it was a beautiful sad.

And thus, Stan and Wendy's relationship reached its final chapter as Wendy wiped the tears from her face and looked out the window towards the rising sun over the horizon.