Yeah, this one seems really short to me; and well, it is. but I didn't wanna try and put more in because i'm retarded and a cliffy-writing person like that.

enjoy~

Chapter Three

End of school; no worries, no cares except for Kyle, nothing possibly go wrong…

And my phone goes off and I cringe at the name. Great; just freaking great. I take a breath, flip it open and answer the call.

"Hey Wendy."

"Hey Stan, where are you?"

I frown and continue to walk. "Going home then going to Kyle's. Why?"

"Oh, well I thought we could do something since we are going out and all…and you see him all the time so I think right now I'm more important?"

And before I could stop myself: "Well, I haven't spent much time with him lately and I'd feel really bad telling him I was ditching him."

"Oh…" I waited for the blackmail; which didn't actually come. "What's that Clyde? You'll take me out? Sure thing. Oh, Stan Marsh; you're on speaker phone right now and everyone is listening to you getting dumped. We're so over."

"W-wait, what?" I don't even know why I was getting upset. "Just like that? Over the phone?!? W-why?"

"Look, I don't have to explain it to you and I have to go on my date now so good bye."

She hung up just like that in my face; and I never knew I could feel so bad so quickly. I mean sure, I hated being with her. But to seriously put me on speaker phone and do it in front of a crowd? Low blow for my dignity!

I grabbed a few things from home; got changed into something more baggy and lazy, and shuffled out the door glumly towards my best friend's house. As always, the door is left unlocked for me and I make my way up the staircase to his room. And as usual, he's sitting at his desk with feet propped up on it and engrossed in a new book. I carefully closed the door so he wouldn't notice I had arrived yet, and gently placed myself on his bed. It was sad and weird; but I liked surprising him.

I dropped the strap of my bag gently, and snuck up behind him and held my breath before whispering in his ear; "Hey, good book?"

He jumped a little and looked up at my smiling face; which in turn made him giggle softly. "You get me every time with that."

I chuckled and threw myself on his bed and put my arms behind my head. "Yeah well you're just so predictable."

He closed his book and spun around to face me with that smile; only seconds later to watch it fall. "Are you ok?"

I blinked in confusion. "Yeah? Why wouldn't I be?"

" I can just tell in your eyes. Something's bothering you." He wheeled his chair to sit next to the headboard and look down at me.

I looked up at him and tried to hide all forms of embarrassment and sadness I had obvious on my face. "No, I'm fine."

He seemed to frown. "You were never a good liar to me. You know you can tell me anything right?"

I sighed and sat up and pulled myself up beside him. "Well, It's not the fact Wendy dumped me today; its more the fact she had arranged a date with Clyde while on this phonecall to dump me plus he had it on speaker phone so all her friends could hear me stutter and have a breakdown." I placed my head in my hands.

"Well, that's a good thing she's out of your life now, but it's terrible what she did to you." His face was full of sadness and concern. "What do you want me to do for you? I'll do anything, you know that right? Come here."

He leant over and gave me a warm; tight embrace in which I took the time to savour. I felt his lips meet with my forehead; and I grabbed him to pull him in tighter. He must've have had a shower before I got there, because he smelt of soapy fruit.

I let go of him after a while, but he however kept his arms firmly in place. As much as I loved the position right now, it did eventually feel awkward given my current obsession for him. He then however finally let go.

"Are you sure you're alright?" He asked softly, his green eyes full of sadness. "I know what you need; and you can have it right now…"

"N-no, you don't need to." As much as I wanted him writhing under my body in ecstasy, I didn't want to do it on seem ably bad terms.

He stood up and pulled his hat off. "No, I insist, really…" And as I made the indication to argue back; he had pulled his belt off too.

And all I could do was stupidly watch as he reached up to pull his tie off, and slowly unbutton his shirt.