MS Word 2007 is so pretty. I've always loved it a lot. Don't know why, but for real, it's so shiny and beautiful.

Shelley has been rubbing it in my face. That Kyle and I broke up, I mean. And I can't even ask him why, because he won't talk to me.

Seriously. He'll just make eye contact for a second and then look away. Like, today. I was walking down the hall and I passed his locker and I was like, "hey" and he just kind of nodded at me and took his books out, then he left. Just like that.

How am I supposed to fix this if I don't know what's wrong?

It's really bumming me out. And I can't play Xbox, because the only TV is in the den and every time I go downstairs, Shelley gives me shit for being a faggot. It isn't as hurtful as it is annoying, but still. She's my sister, and we were cool for a while, and… I don't know, it just kind of sucks.

In fact, it sucks so much that I did something that I never actually saw myself doing. I went to freaking Wendy. Because I really didn't have anywhere else to turn.

Freaking Wendy is obviously close with Cartman. I mean, they're dating, so why wouldn't she be? Then again, it is Cartman. Maybe they hate eachother just as much as they did before, I don't know. She obviously has some leeway regarding him, so I gave it a shot.

And freaking Wendy was kind of like, What the Hell. You know, since I bitched her out a few months ago and we hadn't really spoken since.

So freaking Wendy was like, "Well. It's interesting to see you again, Stan."

And I was like, "Listen, Wendy… I need your help."

And freaking Wendy was like, "Well, you certainly have some nerve." But she didn't say it in a bitchy way, just kind of observant and cold. "I wasn't planning on speaking to you again, you know. After you said I was a 'fucking bitch'."

"I know… I'm sorry. I was stressed and pissed off. But I don't really know what else I can do – Kyle broke up with me and won't talk to me anymore. I can't talk to Kenny, either, since he's always with Kyle. And Cartman's… well, you know."

She hummed briefly in confirmation. "Mm. Well, I don't know what to tell you, Stan. Relationships don't usually last long in High School – you of all people should know that."

"I do," I promised, and stopped fucking shuffling my feet for a few seconds to look freaking Wendy in the eye. "But, um. I don't really… know who else to turn to. I mean, you don't have to like me but I was wondering if we could make some sort of a truce."

"I don't know, Stan. I really don't see any reason for an alliance." Freaking Wendy replied.

"Shit, Wendy, I'm not asking for you to spy on anyone for me, or anything. I just wanted to know if you could help me out a little. It can be strictly professional."

I knew I had her. Freaking Wendy never ever stands a chance against something political or proficient.

"I suppose," She stayed stiff and held out her hand for me to shake. "But you'll have to unblock me from the list of followers on your blog so I know what's going on."

See, Wendy? You were promoted.

HAHA. Get it? She isn't fucking Wendy anymore, she's freaking Wendy. Holla!

I really don't know what I should do after this – I only planned as far ahead as chapter nine and I'm stuck. Help me out?

Or just tell me that you liked it! If you did, that is. Lol.

Also, I want to know if I should do an OC story. Like, I'm not really a fan of them because most of what I'm into is strictly slash and I don't like seeing the boys paired up with girls, but… I could probably manage to give a few of them out to an OC or two. There would be slash, though. Do you think it would go over well?