Chapter 2:
Stan's POV
I woke at the sound of my alarm clock. It was ringing like crazy! I quickly threw the pillow I was hugging in its direction and groaned when I missed. God, I hate alarm clocks…. I stood up from my bed and walked across the room to turn it off until I saw the calendar that was hanging just above it. Sweet Jesus! How could I forget about today? 'Shit, Shit, Shit, Shit!' I was repeating these words as I paced back and forth of my room. Wendy is so going to castrate me! She told me NOT to be late this time… but what did I do? I blew it! It's fucking twelve forty-five in the afternoon and she told me twelve thirty! Okay Stan, Calm down… It's gonna be alright. Just tell her what happened. Tell her you overslept, AGAIN. I quickly threw some decent clothes on and grabbed my jacket and my signature hat and stormed out of my house as quick as I can. I was practically the only one running in this beautiful afternoon. God, I must look like an idiot who's being chased. I ignored all the glances I received and continued to go to Starks Pond. The meeting place that Wendy mentioned. After a few minutes, I finally made it. Now for the main course, I need to find her and tell her I'm sorry.
I quickly looked around the place when I saw a familiar raven haired girl near the pond. "Wendy!" I called out to her, when she looked at me, I quickly threw my arms around her waist and brought my face close to her ear before I whispered "I'm so sorry, Wends. I tried to go here as soon as possible…I didn't mean to be late….." I paused before adding "….. again…." I breathed in, I knew she wasn't taking this well. I could clearly feel her shaking with anger, she was going to explode. "You said that you'd be here at exactly TWELVE THIRTY STAN! What's up with that? You let your girlfriend wait for a fucking thirty minutes! How dare you?" She was screaming at me. I knew this would happen, but I needed to face it like a man. "Wends, please understand….." Her face was crimson red, probably because of her anger. "UNDERSTAND WHAT STAN? That your sleep is far more important than your girlfriend? That your friends are more important than me? How dare you Stan! I thought you loved me!" Okay, now I could say without a doubt, she was hysterical. I tried to calm her down by hugging her closer to me. "Wends…. That's not it. I DO love you, don't mistake that….. but you don't expect me to throw away my friends because of this right? I mean, when I call you, you think of your friends first before of me. Isn't it fair I do the same to you?" I tried to look at her face but was shoved backwards before given the chance to. "Well I'm a girl Stan! You should understand that!" She yelled at me. At this point, I didn't get her. Just because she's a girl I have to understand everything about her? Do I have to cope up with her daily bitching every single time! God, I was only late for like twenty minutes and she acts like this! Last time I've checked, she completely missed our date! But I never rubbed it on her face. No, I would never, because… I…. I love her…. "Wendy, listen." I say in a firm voice which seemed to had gotten all of her attention. "Wendy, I love you so much. Of course I understand you…. But Wends….. if you love me back, you'd understand me too…. In a relationship, both must cooperate, I can't keep understanding you if you don't do the same for me… I'm saying sorry because I know that I'm at fault. I really, truly am…. I never meant to oversleep…." I told her in the calmest way my voice could muster up without it cracking in frustration. She looked at me as if I was deluded or as if I didn't have a head. "Well Stan, if you really feel that way the fine. Let's end this. I get your point. If you don't want how my love works, then you could just bid me goodbye!" She said as she stormed off and left me there, cold and left for dead. I felt heartbroken. What did I do wrong? I know that I'm not the wisest guy in the universe or anything, but I know when I did something right or wrong. And this feels like I'm the wrong one.. I felt confused. I love her…. I can't let her go… but it's always like this. She gets upset with me for some retarded reason and leaves me heartbroken and comes back to me aster a while… I'm sick of this. If I'm the only one that's going to give in this relationship, then SHE could just bid me goodbye….
I didn't know what to do. I didn't want to go back to my house and pussy out through the day crying. I wanted-no, I needed someone, someone special, someone who'd understand me and would never judge me for who or what I am. Who'd tell me if what I did was right or wrong, and scold me like a mother when I do something evil and praise me if I did something right. I immediately grabbed my phone out of my pocket and dialed his number, the phone rang a few times before he answered "Hello?" I could feel like he's angry or something from the tone he gave me, but I ignored it and said "Hello….. Kyle…..?" I asked, you know, just to be sure. He seemed genuinely surprised when he heard my voice "S-stan?" He asked, I was certain I gave a short smile when he said my name, it was just so cute when he did. "Yeah….. Hey… Dude, could you come over to Starks Pond? I just really need someone right now….." I said, trying to make my voice as clear as possible, but unfortunately, failed to do so. "O-okay! I'll be right there dude, wait for me!" As soon as I heard this, he hangs up on me. I could tell that Kyle was rushing to get to me. He never hangs up when he it was just a normal conversation or if I ask him to come over, he talks to me on the way to my house. And according to his last response, which clearly indicates that he was in a rush. Heh, I'm really glad that Kyle is my super best friend. He makes me feel so happy, if it wasn't for him, then I think I wouldn't have gone through all of this. I mean, I always rely in him in everything, and I'm pretty sure he does the same to me. The feeling is mutual. We both need each other. We wouldn't be complete if not for one another. I chuckled lightly at the thought. Some pain subsided when I thought of Kyle, maybe once he's here, all of the pain would go away… I closed my eyes hoping that Kyle's arrival would be sooner. I want to see him. I closed my eyes and waited rather patiently for him, reminiscing every good time that we had.
"S-Stan….?" I hear someone ask me. I knew who that voice belonged to, but I wanted to make sure I wasn't hallucinating so I turned my head around to see Kyle approaching me. I turned my gaze to his beautiful emerald eyes and stayed focused on them. He pulled me in a embrace in which I happily complied with. "What's wrong Stan? W-why are you crying?" I looked up at him again, and forced myself to regain the composure I lost. "Kyle…. S-She….." I tried to cleared my throat and started speaking again. "Wendy broke up with me…." I looked away from him for a while and looked back. He gave me this stare like he couldn't believe that I'm this upset over this. I don't know what's up with that stare, but I let it pass. I could be wrong. After a while I see him blink a few times, now I know he snapped out of his deep thought. "Stan… it's okay, I'm here for you dude. Hush now, please don't cry…" I smiled inwardly to myself but it didn't show on my outer features. When I remembered the fight Wendy and I had, I frowned to myself and quickly said to him. "Dude, you don't know how this feels….. I always tell her I loved her didn't I? I always did what she wanted didn't I? I always tell her that she's pretty and I love her….. but why? Why did she broke up with me Kyle? Why….? I don't understand…. I'm so confused…" I trailed off, feeling that most of the pain that I felt was gone. He was really effective. When he didn't answer, I couldn't help but think of the good times I had with Wendy. She really has changed a lot. She's not the Wedny I once loved and adored with all my heart. She's not the Wendy I'd give my life to just to make her happy, she's a changed person now… after thinking this, I felt myself tear up. "Dude…." He said. "Don't worry, I'm here, I'm here…" He said in a, oh so soothing, oh so loving voice, hoping that it would calm me down. I smiled at his efforts and quickly gave him a loving hug. I smiled at him. He really knows how to make me happy.
"Hahahahaha…." I chucked lightly as I looked at him with a cheeky grin. "I know you're always there for me Kyle, you're my best friend! On contra r you're my SUPER, best friend." I stated as a smirk plastered my face. I slowly wiped the tears that were forming my eyes. I knew that everything would be okay. I'll forget about Wendy and just spend the rest of my days without worry of a relationship, because starting today, Stan Marsh is single. "You're right, screw Wendy, she could be with whoever she wants…. I….. I don't need her…." I said. I know for a fact that she already has someone else anyways. "Come on, I'll treat you to something nice because you made me feel much better." I smirked again as I pulled him by the arm. Both of us started to laugh like we were insane, but I know that if it's with him, I don't mind being insane at all. After some insane laughter, our chuckles finally died down. We collapsed on the floor, both panting heavily. I watched him get up and stretch, when he tried to go upstairs, the least expected thing happened, he tripped. By instinct, I grabbed him by the hand and hugged him tightly so he wouldn't get hurt. My back hit the wall but with my well built body, I didn't feel hurt that much. "Dude, are you alright?" I asked, afraid if I was too late to protect him. I NEVER want him to get hurt, as gay as it may sound. "Shit! I'm so sorry dude! A-Are you hurt?" He asked me clearly panicking. He was looking from left to right and inspecting my body for any injuries. He's really cute sometimes. "Hey don't worry about me dude! It's you I'm worried about, are you alright?" Thinking he didn't hear me when I asked the first time, I asked him again. Just to be sure. "Ahahaha….Y-yeah! Of course! You know me, just as clumsy as ever!" He tried to laugh it off, I know. Kyle was never really good at lying, his face was flustered and he couldn't keep his sentences straight. That's Kyle for you. Get him embarrassed, and he'll act so damn cute! Fuck, the way he stutters, the way he moves, the way he-fuck this. Ugh! Why am I getting these kind of thoughts about him? As a matter of fact, this isn't the first encounter I had with these stupid feelings…. But why? I quickly shook my head in sheer frustration. I watch him go up the stairs of my house. I stayed there for a moment until I decided to follow him. We played a few video games, ate some junk, mostly pizza because it's our favorite, and practically just had fun the whole afternoon. When it was getting dark, I was about to ask him if he wanted to stay over tonight. I really wanted him here. So I was about to say something, but he beat me to it. "Shit!" He exclaimed. I was shocked at first but then I suddenly asked. "What's wrong Kye?" I was giving him the ''please tell me cause I'm concerned about you' look. He sighed and regained his composure and calmly stated. "It's getting late Stan, I need to go home now." He said as he turned to face the door, preparing himself to leave. I felt sad that he has to go. I really wanted him to stay over too.. Before I could say anything more, he added. "Besides, I need to pick up Ike, he's at Craig's house, I don't want to burden Craig." He looked at me and gave a smile, I know that that smile would be the last one this day so I frowned at him. I didn't want him to leave. I know I'm childish, but I really want him to stay. "S-stan.. are you okay…?" He asked, I shrugged and said, replacing my frown with a sly smile. "Nothing. It's cool dude, I hope that you won't be too busy tomorrow so we could have a sleepover or something…" I said. Smiling wider this time. "Oh…. About that… if we are gonna have a sleep over… could it be in my house? I mean, I can't leave Ike alone in the house…." He said embarrassedly, I laughed out loud and nodded happily at him. "Of course dude! We can have a sleep over at your house." I gave him the smile, that one smile that I only use on him and only him so he would feel special. He really is special to me, so I have to make him feel that way. Besides, I WANT to make him feel that way. "Okay then, bye bye now!" He gave me a small hug which send electricity running up to my spine. I happily returned the hug. I wished that we didn't have to pull away. I wish we could stay like this forever. I want him to be with me. I quickly brushed my teeth, changed into my pajamas, and went to bed. I can't wait until tomorrow. Tomorrow, I'll get to see Kyle, we could spend the day together, I would be happy, I would forget Wendy, everything would be alright. I just know it. Tomorrow is gonna be the best day of my life! I tried to force myself to sleep, but these kind of thoughts interrupt me. In the end, I couldn't sleep at all. Oh well, at least I could get to see Kyle now, wouldn't I?