Wendy was pissed off at Stan throughout lunch, she wasn't talking to him very much, and what she was saying was short, curt, and so passive aggressive it was basically cut-throat.
Stan was cursing Eric Cartman for ever asking that stupid question, because it had really fucked up his life. He saw Kyle sitting across from Kenny and Butters at a table a ways away. A sudden terrible thought struck him; Kyle could end him.
If he told about the affair they were having, Wendy would break up with him, and then he would be ultimately all alone, because Kyle was done with him, and Wendy would be done with him, Kenny and Butters were already on Kyle's side, and the rest of the school would be on Wendy's.
He gripped his thighs and stared hard at Kyle, they both had promised not to tell anyone about what they did, and yet, what was that saying?
Hell hath no wrath like a woman (or in this case; a Jewish boy) scorned.
Stan wanted to run over to Kyle, and make him promise not to tell anyone, but he figured one wrong move with Wendy and he would wind up single.
He really did love Wendy, he loved the way she made him feel, and she honestly seemed to care about him, she wanted what was best for him, and he really respected her. She was beautiful and he was physically attracted to her, he didn't want to mess thing up with her.
"You're beautiful," Stan murmured to Wendy, moving a piece of hair away from the nape of her neck to plant a kiss there.
"Hm," she nodded, smiling slightly, she took his hand under the table and looked up into his eyes.
"I'm sorry for upsetting you," Stan said; he wasn't lying about that. "You know I'd choose you over Kyle,"
Now that part might be a lie, it might not be; he was still figuring that out.
Wendy forgave him, and to prove it, kissed him passionately. When the world stopped spinning, Stan looked up to find Kyle biting his lip, Kenny giving him a look of disappointment, and Butters was doing his best to glare at him.
Wendy began chatting with him and stood up from the lunch table, and Stan followed her, knowing that the table of his (most likely, or at least soon to be) former friends was watching him. The rest of the day went by smoothly, until Stan got home, and a pissed off Butters accompanied by an amused Kenny showed up on his doorstep.
"He loves you!" Butters said in a voice slightly louder than normal. "And yet you treat him like crap!"
Stan stared at Kenny, wondering if he was going to add anything, but the taller boy simply shook his head.
"I love him too," Stan began, but was interrupted.
"Bullshit!" Butters argued, and might have continued, but his outburst pissed Stan off.
"Bullshit?" Stan seethed "I have loved Kyle since I was eight; maybe not in the way that I do now, but I loved him as a friend, and then something like a brother, and now I am in love with him. I care more about him than I care about myself so don't you ever say that I don't love him because I care more about him than you'll ever know!"
"Hey now…" Kenny said, reminding Stan that Butters had feelings too.
"Sorry," Stan sighed, "Sorry Butters, you just kinda…"
"Got the truth out of you?" Butters asked with a coy smile on his face.
"Look, I get what you guys are trying to do, and if Wendy wasn't in the picture, do you really think we'd even be having this discussion?" Stan asked feeling exhausted.
"We'll be leaving then," Kenny said, taking Butters hand and leaving Stan standing alone in his doorway.
Stan was just about to go inside, when he saw Kyle walking home down the street.
"KYLE!" he yelled, running towards the boy, who seemed to honestly consider sprinting home, but stayed. "I'm in love with you," Stan said, breathless from running.
"That's nice," Kyle said in a dismissive tone, his green eyes didn't seem so bright today Stan noted, and Kyle looked like he hadn't slept at all the night before.
"You know I love Wendy," Stan blurted out, and then cursed himself when Kyle flinched at his sentence. "But I love you too! Please, I don't know how to be without you," he said.
"And you think telling me cliché lies will help? Stan Marsh, I will always hate you for the way you treated me," Kyle seemed to get a bit of his spark back, but as soon as it came it was gone.
"Kyle you never cared before! When we started doing… what we did, and I freaked out about what Wendy would think, you said no one ever had to know, you said you would never make me choose between you two," Stan pleaded.
"And I didn't, Cartman did, and you didn't choose the person who stuck by you through everything," Kyle said, pushing past Stan and continuing to walk home.
"Kyle wait!" Stan called, catching up with him. "What do you want from me? Do you want me to break up with Wendy and be with you?"
Kyle turned to face him slowly, a single tear falling.
"I would never ask that of you," he said, "But I'm no longer waiting around for you".
And with that; Kyle walked away.
Stan felt like half of his body was trying to detach itself from the other half, and it was split perfectly down the middle.
Kyle or Wendy? His best friend or his girlfriend?
He had chosen Wendy over Kyle countless times, and look where he was now, Kyle was fed up, he had no best friend, and a secret that could potentially destroy him.
But if he chose Kyle over Wendy, well he had never done that. It was unknown territory, and that scared the crap out of him. He liked being with Wendy because she was what was comfortable to him, she was normality; something he craved.
And yet, Kyle was normal to him to, he had always hung out with Kyle, always been best friends with him, and for the two previous years his normality had been cheating on Wendy every Thursday night.
He watched Kyle enter his house, without a second look at him, and made up his mind.
He pulled out his cell phone and sent a text.
'I need to talk to you, meet me at Stark's Pond'