Perfectly Imperfect Chp 2

Disclaimer – I do not own South Park or any of the characters I just came up with an entertaining story and I hope Matt and Trey understand heh :P

A/N : so yea...I'm sorry it took me so long to do any updates on any of my stories but I swear to god I'm gonna try to not take so long this time. Also for those waiting for Moop it should be up this weekend sometime depending on whether I forget or not ^^; reviews definitely always help I would have put it up tonight but it took me longer to get to this one than I thought since I kinda procrastinated on some homework...which I just ended up doing half assed anyway ONTO THE MOTHER FUCKING STORY! O_O

Words like this will be txts so yea! With quotations are actual spoken words with someone not right infront of the character so enjoy!

I wake up to to another sunny Saturday morning. I look out the window to see people already out and about. I turn to my clock and see that it is already eleven o'clock, I text Wendy as I always do when I wake up.

Hey Babe

I lay my iphone face down on my forehead and count to ten knowing I will be getting a reply in less than eight. My phone vibrates as I reach a count of seven, so predicable. I bring up the text and realize Wendy has already planned our entire weekend in that one message.

Hey sweety! :) I'll be over in 15 I we're going to go hang out with Bebe n Clyde and we're still on for our anniversary tomorrow right? 333333

I groan normally the over abundance of emotes is fine with me I definitely have nothing to say in that argument. But it's just the fact that she is so happy already, I'm not sure why but I suddenly do not want to see her, Bebe, or Clyde. It's probably cause of the depression I've been feeling lately, though I wouldn't tell Wendy that, I just do what she says since shes my girlfriend. Cartman would laugh if he knew what was going through my mind saying I'm whipped. I honestly can't argue with that either I ALWAYS do what Wendy asks. Suddenly an idea pops into my head that is so foreign yet amazingly simple idea. I wasn't going to let Wendy have my weekend this time. I was going to blow her off.

Sorry babe I don't feel great :( I'm just gonna lay in bed all day don't bother coming over I can't take any noise right now.

I felt giddy as I pressed the send button and flew out of bed getting dressed quickly and quietly. I check my phone to see Wendy's reply.

Oh...ok :( feel better soon babe I would hate to spend our anniversary alone.

The first thought that goes through my mind is 'get over it'. I stop, shocked at my own thoughts. Shouldn't I feel bad for making my girlfriend upset? I ponder this for a handful of seconds before deciding I don't care right now. I still have more to do to complete my plan.

~5 min later

I hobble back to my room after playing off the sick card perfectly and lock my door. My mom had to back my story other wise Wendy would find out. She and my mom have this thing they like to talk about me when I'm not around, I think they text each other. I shake away the image of my mom and Wendy giggling like school girls over my baby pictures and slip expertly out the window. It's only a fifteen foot drop and with years of practice, I hit the ground rolling.

"Hippie the fuck you doin?" came a voice from behind me. I turn around to meet a pile of bacon fat that has gained awareness wrapped in a red jacket. "You trying to save the trees by not using doors?"

"Shut up fat ass I don't have time for you." I say as I push passed him and begin walking down the sidewalk.

"Hmm where's your faggy little boyfriend?" he smirks digging into a bag of potato chips. I turn to tell him off.

"Wendy's not a...wait what did you say?" I ask eyes wide as I try to grasp at the fraying edges of a thought fading away. "Who were you just talking about?"

"What do you mean what I did I say? I asked what the fuck you were doin." he says and then scoffs and begins to waddle away.

"Huh..." I just begin shuffling away. I'd just had the strangest feeling of deja vu. It was like I was reliving something I knew I had been through before but couldn't remember what that something was at the same time. Well no point in wasting my one day on my own, my one day without Wendy making decisions for me.

~Downtown

I wandered through the town half in a daze not really caring if someone saw me and told Wendy. First off I can do what I want and second I almost want to have her confront me about it. I scroll through my contacts in my phone for the hundredth time. I feel like spending the day by myself would be lame so I tried to think of someone to invite, but no one seemed right. I watched the list as it went by.

As I turn a corner a flash of red hair passing me catches my eye, I perk up immediately a smile on my face. I whirl towards the red only to see that it's Gordon Stoltsky, a ginger from my school. Why was I so happy to see red hair? I feel like I can almost remember it when my phone suddenly starts ringing. Its Wendy.

"Hey Wends whats up?" I say trying to cover the speaker as I step into an alley.

"Where are you?" I can already tell I am busted.

"Why do you need to know?" I don't understand why my temper is so short with her but already I feel like hanging up.

"Why? Because I am your girlfriend thats why!" She yells into her phone as if it makes her undeniably right. Normally I would agree with her but for some reason today was different.

"Not anymore." I state in a monotone voice resembling Craig's and hang up my phone. I continue walking ignoring my phone as it vibrates constantly, Wendy most likely. I find myself walking passed the old abandoned house down the street from mine.

I stop to look at the house, it seems like the kind of house an old creepy cat lady would live in. It's been here for as long as I can remember. The windows are boarded up and the shingles are falling off the roof all over the place the fence in the back yard is rotten through, I'm surprised it hasn't fallen to dust yet. The yard is overgrown with weeds and thorn bushes a gnarled tree on the right side of the house similar to the one next to mine seems strangely out of place with it's green leaves. I feel like I'm being drawn towards the door as I stare onwards I can feel eyes on me though no one is around.

Stan!

I nearly jump out of my fucking skin as my name rings in my ears. I look around to see where it could have possibly come from.

Stan!

I'm terrified by the voice calling my name but more than anything I want to hear it more. I know that voice but I don't at the same time.

"Stan!" wait that time sounded like, oh shit.

"Stanley fucking Marsh!" Wendy screamed as she stalked down the sidewalk towards me eyes practically glowing red her hair whipping around wildly. I'd be scared shit-less if I wasn't already expecting this. I prepare myself for the long "talk" as Wendy would put it. All it will consist of is her screaming at me and telling me I'm stupid or wrong.

Stan!

The voice knocks me out of my thoughts and I turn away from Wendy and bolt. I don't know why but I know that for some reason I need to stay away from her. This running will only work for so long though. Theres only one way to get rid of a girl completely without having her try and murder you. I pull out my phone and press the number three for my speed dial.

"Hello?" comes the tired voice from the other end.

"Kenny I need a favor."

DON DON DON! O_O

WOOOO! fucking updated thats right bitches! love me! 3 I'm not sure where this story is going yet but yea it will be supernatural ^~^ moop will be updated soo I promise! reviews always motivate me cause I feel like people actually care whether or I update cause usually I just assume they don't. ANYWAY! I attempted to do better with grammar and spelling this time if theres a spelling mistake its prolly cause I typed to quick and it didnt register ^^; and grammar well if theres something wrong with it then its a minor detail that I am not to good with so yea just enjoy the story and forget about the rules its called poetic license its not a term paper gosh! . but I do love flames cause then I get to rage back ^~^