Author's Note: So I had this song stuck in my head, and I felt compelled to write a songfic using it. It's something I just threw together, so enjoy. Stendy.

Disclaimer: I don't own South Park or the song Everyday (Late November). I credit the characters and the lyrics to the rightful owners, and as much as I would have liked to have written this son or created these characters, I didn't.

Song Lyrics

Story

Everyday (Late November)

In late November
on a lonely road

It was a calm, quiet evening. The street was deserted except for one small boy with a red poofball on his blue hat. Not a single car had breezed past him for over ten minutes. Stan was completely alone, with only his thoughts to keep him company. A gust of wind blew suddenly.

I zipped up my sweater
Cause I got cold

The wind stung his face bitterly. Damn it was cold out. That was probably one of the reasons nobody was outside. Stan stuffed his hands in his pockets. Underneath his favourite brown jacket he was wearing a dark green sweater that had been a gift to him.

I was under pressure
and overwhelmed
I lost my direction
I had no way out

Sometimes spending too much time in your own head is not a good idea. The green sweater led his mind to his girlfriend, the one who bought him the sweater in the first place. That was where he was headed. He was going to Wendy's house because he had to see her. He walked up the door and rang the doorbell.

"Stan?"

Kyle was standing in the doorway. The first emotion that rushed through him was fury. What was Kyle doing at his girlfriend's house? His anger lasted only momentarily, however, as he swiftly realized that he was in fact at Kyle's house. Why was he at Kyle's house?

"Oh, yeah, hey Kyle. I was just on my way to see Wendy..." A small frown creased Stan's forehead.

"I see. Well, do you want to come in for a bit, you look like you've spent the last hour in a deep freeze," Kyle offered.

Stan considered this for a moment. "OK, but just for a little bit, I have to see Wendy."

Kyle nodded and let his friend in. "So what do you need to see Wendy about?"

Stan shrugged. "I just haven't seen her for a while. I felt like I should go talk to her."

"Does she know you're coming?" Kyle asked.

Stan shook his head. "I thought I would surprise her. Besides, if I called her beforehand, we probably would have wound up just having a conversation on the phone. We can talk on the phone anytime. I need to see her."

Everyday is melting away
It's never the same as the one before and
With everyday things can change
Tomorrow is never that far away

They sat in silence as Stan thawed. Finally, he felt he could no longer put this off. Stan said goodbye to Kyle and continued on to Wendy's house.

Feels like forever
since I've been home
And even under my sweater
I was a frozen ghost

Stan hadn't been outside for five minutes and he was already a frozen Stansicle. Now he really couldn't wait to get to Wendy's house. He was beginning to lose feeling in his toes.

Finally reaching his destination, Stan rang the doorbell. Wendy's father opened the door. The man gave him an appraising look, but after a moment he seemed to register that the boy at the door was in fact his daughter's girlfriend, and was slowly freezing off his extremities. Mr. Testaburger opened the door and invited Stan inside. "Wendy's in her room," he stated curtly. His tone wasn't unfriendly, but it was firm enough to make it clear he was in charge.

Stan nodded in thanks and briskly made his was up the stairs to Wendy's room. He knocked twice and waited for Wendy to give her consent for entry.

"Yes? Come in!" she called.

Stan turned the knob and pushed the door open. He smiled as he saw his girlfriend's pretty face. Of course he saw her at school, and occasionally talked to her, but it had been a long time since he surprised her at home. It had been ages since he had come over only to find her seated cross-legged on her bed, studying. It seemed like eons since he smelled her familiar fruity, girly aroma. It felt like forever since they connected, or kissed.

"Hi Stan!" she cried, ecstatic. Her face was radiant as she embraced him. She planted a kiss square on his cheek and, impulsively, Stan emptied the contents of his stomach all over her.

It had been forever since he'd done that too.

And although it was disgusting and humiliating to puke all over you girlfriend, neither of them seemed to notice enough to care.

Everyday is melting away
It's never the same as the one before and
With everyday things can change
Tomorrow is never that far away

"Stan," she repeated, her voice softer. "Oh, I'm glad you came. When was the last time we actually talked?"

Stan thought that over for a moment. "Um, I think it might have been last Tuesday..."

OK, so it really hadn't been that long, but the days seemed to have melted into each other, and it seemed like far longer than it actually was.

I feel better under my sweater
It's so damn cold and I can't stop thinking that
I feel better under my sweater today

Chills rushed through Stan's body, and he felt colder than he had been outside. Goosebumps erupted along his arms, despite the blasting heat and his two jackets. Wendy unzipped his brown jacket, simply out of curiosity, and beamed when she spotted the sweater.

"Stan, I've always though you look good in green," she breathed.

The two sat on Wendy's bed. They sat in silence, but it was a blissful, nobody-has-to-say-anything silence. They were happy.

Everyday is melting away
It's never the same as the one before and
With everyday

Everyday is melting away
It's never the same as the one before and
With everyday things can change
Tomorrow is never that far away

They continued to sit on Wendy's bed, and they began to talk. They talked for what seemed like hours. They were happy to be in each other's company. It was hard for either of them to imagine that they had ever broken up. They had been through so much together. Together, they made it through Cartman's anal probe, the Kyle list issue and the crisis at Pioneer Village.

It started getting late. "I really should go," Stan muttered.

The two smiled at each other, and neither got up. Unfortunately, Mr. Testaburger felt that it really was time for Stan to depart. He made this very clear, and gave them five minutes to say goodbye.

They hugged, kissed and puked, saying a bittersweet goodbye. For them, tomorrow couldn't come fast enough.

Tomorrow will be here soon (I feel better under my sweater)
Tomorrow is something new (It's never the same, things can change)

Author's Note: Yeah, I know it's kind of fluffy and all that. That might not have necessarily been what the song was really about, but I did my best. First songfic, actually.