Alright! Here's the last chapter! I'm not too sure how I feel about it, but I feel like this story's complete now, so I'm happy. Read and review, please! C:
My name is Stan Marsh and I love Wendy Testaburger. That's the way it's always been.
Then all of a sudden, one night, I started having wet dreams. Well, okay. I get those sort of dreams all the time, so it wasn't really all of a sudden. I'm a guy, it happens. Though usually, I'm making love to Wendy (big surprise, right?) but the suddenness comes from it starting to be about someone else.
No big deal, right?
Well, it sort of is since that someone was Kyle.
Now whenever he touches me or gets too close or something I get really sick and throw up. I don't have anything against gay people, so I was a little shocked at myself that I'd be that disgusted with my best friend after one little dream. It wasn't like it was his fault, right?
The dreams kept on coming though. Sometimes it would just be Kyle and sometimes it would be Wendy and Kyle at the same time. Once or twice it was Kyle, but a weird female Kyle with boobs and shit.
That's when I sort of figured it out.
Kyle and I have been best friends since pre-school so I really have no problem with admitting that yeah, I love the dude. Still, it kind of scared me that I might like him in the gay way. I wanted to deny it to myself, but I'm not stupid. I understand that I get sick when I'm nervous, and Kyle started making me nervous after I had a sex dream about him.
Speaking of not being dumb, I think Wendy knew too. She started being distant from me once I started throwing up all of the time.
I guess that was why I kissed him. I'm pretty sure she knows about that, too. It was really stupid. But I was buzzed and the music playing was some hip hop song going on and on about humping or something. It didn't help that Kyle was talking about sex.
Alcohol makes me ambitious, so I kissed him. Nothing happened at first. For a second I thought he was gonna get pissed off, but he suddenly grabbed me and we almost made out but I guess my nerves couldn't handle tongue. Even with the alcohol.
When I blew chunks on this guy's shoes, I could tell he was pissed so I had to grab Kyle and get the hell out of there.
I felt guilty about cheating on Wendy, though. Even if it was just a kiss. So I tried to pay more attention to her.
When she told me she was leaving after high school, I cried. I tried not crying at school or in front of her, so instead I cried to Kyle.
I came to his house in the middle of the night and cried. I think he cried too. I felt guilty about that too. Crying to him, I mean. Because... I think Kyle may like me too, he did kiss me back at Token's party. But all I could talk about that night was Wendy.
My name is Stan Marsh and I still love Wendy Testaburger. The part that sucks is that I also like Kyle Broflovski. And because I kissed him and am not ready to give her up, I think I might of messed things up with the both of them.