He's a prick.

I sat with my back to the radiator, my front pretty much freezing and my spine scalding. I pulled my dark hair over my shoulders out of habit, pushing it up from the roots for volume, smoothing my gloss by gliding my lips together and licking my fingers before straightening out my brows one final time. Stan Marsh's house was cold and empty. Just like you then eh, Wendy? I shushed myself by focusing on the photo frames on the walls, family photos, some of younger Stan's and Shelley's, wedding pictures and random paintings, I smiled. Shelley had gotten a lot prettier over the years she'd ditched her braces so she had perfect teeth, sorted out her hair a bit and tried makeup. Well, she was still just average.

I drummed my French manicured nails on the floor lightly, careful not to chip the polish. I wondered what Bebe would say right now, "Wendy, stop being a stupid little girl. He ditched you while you were making out to go to the store. He needs to grow a pair so you can kick them" something along them lines anyway, he'd been gone for around half an hour. It wasn't turning out to be the best Saturday ever. Of course Stan had invited me over this weekend, his parents were out of town and Shelley didn't even live in South Park anymore let alone in his house. So he said we could be all alone together, have the house to ourselves… So I could be all alone together with myself and I could have his house to myself more like. God, I'd put up with so much with this guy, he used to puke on me. Actually puke on me. Wasn't worth it. What boys are?

This isn't even a love triangle anymore, a love pentagon maybe. Kyle wants Stan, Kenny wants Kyle, Frankie and pretty much everyone else want Kenny, Kenny wants Kyle and Stan wants me and Kyle. I don't really want anyone to be perfectly honest. I huffed, wiggling my toes in their sensible but fashionable snow boots, the pool made from the melting snow had grown in that half an hour.

I figured I should be going back home. But I didn't move, I didn't really want to move. I didn't really want to do anything. I tilted my head back, ignoring the slow roasting of my crown; I let out a long sigh that sent shivers racing down the back of my legs. I realise just then how cold I really am, my teeth had been chattering and my toes had gone numb in the time I had sat doing nothing in Stan's house. I half lidded my eyes, my brain hurt from being slowly burned by the radiator that created the small halo of heat I shielded myself in, I did want Stan to come back. I really did.

I loved Stan, not as a brother, not as a lover even. I just… Did. He was of course my first proper boyfriend ever after my stint with politician Gregory; even then Gregory wasn't interested in that sort of thing. I picked myself up my sweater sticking to my really quite boiling back; I pulled it out a bit then opened the front door, the cold hitting me in a wave. I breathed a shaky sigh and left, pulling the door closed behind me and raising the handle. It was symbolic for me, closing the door for the final time on Stan Marsh. Because there was no doubt, it was over. I'm pretty sure that Stan knew it as well. Ah well, it's more of a relief than anything, we tried, we really did. But obviously it didn't work.

I thought about the past 7 years and how everything was moving along so fast, soon we'd have to make our choice to leave South Park and be something or stay here and turn out like our parents. Decisions, decisions and all we seem to be thinking about is who's fucking who etc. etc. After knowing every teenager my whole life, it's going to be weird never seeing half of them ever again… Everything's so serious. Why now? When it's the only time when I want to be anything but serious. I kept walking, not really aware of where I was going just vaguely in the direction of my house. I noticed Stan frozen against a wall across the street from me, staring at me like I was going to murder him; I pulled out my cell phone quickly and began to type. I didn't look up and over at him though, but it was funny that he was so shocked and terrified, fair enough I had a bad temper but this was just ridiculous.

I sent my message, tossing my hair over my shoulder and sashayed my way down the street. Come on! Don't look at me like that, after you break up with someone you need to know how to make a proper exit.

I don't know, this just came pouring out I guess. I do love Wendy though c:

-5kinnys