"Hey Wendy!" I say happily as I sit down next to my girlfriend at the lunch table.

"Oh!" Wendy says, startled. "Hey Stan." She gives me a small smile and flicks her long shiny black hair out of her face. I love when she does that

"Want to go to a movie tonight?" I ask hopefully.

"Umm…" Wendy looks embarrassed, "See, Stan, I'd love to, but I have a ton of homework."

"Wendy, it's Friday," I point out suspiciously.

"Well, my mom wants me to get it done. You know how parents can be!" She says with a small laugh.

I shrug. I wish Wendy didn't always have so much stuff to do. I haven't seen as much of her as I'd have liked in the past few weeks. Sometimes I even begin to wonder if Wendy still liked me. He pushed these stupid thoughts out of his mind.

I didn't have much time to contemplate anything, because Kyle and Kenny sat down at that moment.

"Yo, Stan, gimme some tots," Kenny says, reaching onto my tray. I push his hand out of the way.

"Get your own," I say. He sticks his lower lip out at me, and blinks hard to make his eyes wet. Meanwhile, Kyle is stealing some of Kenny's chicken nuggets. Kenny notices this and firmly grabs Kyle's wrist.

"Ah, hell no!" Kenny says, giving him a phony serious look.

"But Kennyyyyyyyyy!" Kyle pouts. "I'm hungryyyyyy! Pleeeeeeeease!" Kenny shoves a nugget in his mouth to shut him up. Kyle swallows it and grins. "I wuv woo Kenny."

"Not as much as me, I hope!" Red sits next to Kyle.

"Course not, how's that even possible?" Kyle says grinning, and begins making out with Red. Kyle and Red many months now, much to Wendy's friend Bebe's displeasure. They're a little more… open about it than me and Wendy are. When Red's around, it's hard to get a word out of Kyle with all the kissing and shit. But Kyle hasn't had a girlfriend in a long time, so Kenny and me let him have his fun.

"You and Wendy hanging out this weekend?" Kenny asks me, trying not to look disgusted at Kyle.

"Um… guess not," I say, looking sadly at Wendy.

"Cool, you can come over to my house. Cartman got the new Call of Duty game," Kenny suggests, making a gun with his fingers. I nod. Shockingly, after eight years, we are still hanging out with Eric Cartman. You'd think his being an asshole would make us ditch him, but there's something about being around him that makes everything fun. And since Kyle and Red got together, we've needed somebody who's always involved in everything. And I mean everything literally.

"Ah damn it!" Wendy says. "Stanny, does Gatorade stain?"

"Uhh…" I say, ignoring Kenny's laughter at my nickname. "I think so."

"Man!" She whines, "This was a frickin new skirt and everything!"

"Here, have some napkins," Kenny offers, handing some over to her.

"Thanks," she says, wiping the big orange spot on her white skirt. I look at her long hair hanging in front of her face as she looks down. She's always been so pretty. I'm so glad she's mine. She'll always be mine if I can help it.

"Ugh, that's good enough," Wendy sighs, dropping the crumpled napkins onto the table. "I have to go anyway. Gotta go to math." She swings her long legs around the bench and stands up. "Bye Stanny." She swoops down and gives me a quick kiss on the cheek, making it tingle like hell. I watch her long hair that fits perfectly under her purple hat swinging as she walks away. She's prettiest when she walks. I think to myself.

"Is little miss bitchy finally gone?" a voice asks as I feel the bench sag down beneath me.

"Shut up, fat ass," I say. I hate people insulting Wendy.

Kyle stops making out with Red long enough to say, "My line," before he goes right back for more.

"Oh, God, are you two still at it?" Cartman asks disgustedly. Kyle waves his hand at him, not breaking the kiss. "Don't give me that, Ginger Jew. You two make me sick. Have you ever even talked?"

This time it's Red that breaks the kiss. "Yeah, how the hell do you think we got this close?" she asks before getting back to it.

"See look, they don't even stop long enough for me to answer," Cartman says.

"Just leave them, fat ass, they're too cute together," Kenny says, looking at Kyle and Red as though they were a TV show.

"Perv," I mumble under my breath. It's so weird how Kenny loves watching things like making out and staring at girls' butts all the time. I wonder if he's any emotionally deeper than a sink. Hell, I wonder if he's any deeper than a dog bowl. But he can actually be great when you want advice. Suddenly we notice something completely out of the ordinary: Clyde walking up to our table.

He just stands there looking at Kyle and Red for a few moments.

"What the hell do you want?" Cartman asks rudely.

"Oh, I uh… was just wondering if any of you guys had seen Wendy," he asks timidly.

"She left," I say quickly, getting really pissed off very fast. Kenny always says I'm a bit… protective of Wendy. I'm not; I just don't want some other bastard to take her away from me. That's not protective, is it?

"Oh… okay." Clyde says. "I'll see if I can find her."

Why the hell does he want to see my girlfriend so freaking bad?

Ha, there's chapter one. Please review! I promise it'll get better. I got a lot in store for poor little Stanny. I got it planned all out. Be afraid. Be VERY afraid!!! MUAHAHAHA! :)