I couldn't really figure out how to add another chapter at first, so if I get this wrong someone who decided to read these tales let me know,,
Stan's POV:
"Oh my god . . .," I managed out as I looked to my left; Wendy was kissing someone in the water! I couldn't really make out who it was, because they were facing away from me and Wendy was facing towards me, but it felt as if my heart was chipping away like a piece of broken glass. I stood there for a solid five minutes with numbness overcoming me. With all my willpower, I walked off from the pounding music to gather my thoughts. It felt as if a snail would pass me as I dragged my feet off into the distance, having no idea what to do about this.
I finally made it off to wear the music sounded more like mumbles, and the cheers and laughter of the herd of people grew faint. Every part of my body felt numb and hurt, and I practically collapsed on the damp ground. How could she do this to me? We've been together since the dawn of time! A sheering pain came across my chest and I felt tears burn my eyes, but I wouldn't cry for her. If she wants to go off and cheat on me, then fine.
Damn, it would be a whole lot easier to be strong about this if it didn't hurt so much. I always thought as Wendy as kind of my first love, but I guess she didn't feel the same way. With that thought I felt a tear slide down my cheek and I let it run down without an attempt to wipe it away.
"Staan?" I heard the voice I was dreading in a moment like this.
"What do you want, fatass?" I retorted, trying my best to not show I was crying, but my voice cracked and gave it away.
"AY! I'm NOT fat, and what are you doing? Are you fucking CRYING?" damn it.
"What? No!" I lied, but it was no use.
"Yes you are! Don't lie to meh Stan, and stop being a babay. What are you even crying about? Did Kayle break your heart? Did Wendy screw 'em?" Eric retorted, chuckling with glee at seeing my distress.
"You asshole!" I spat out before charging towards him. I was going to kill him! He laughed harder at seeing me sprint towards him, but it only made me more angry and pounce on him with extra forced. Then I started just pounding his face in with as much strength as I could muster. He chose the wrong day to mess with me.
"Stan? Stan! What are you doing?!" Kyle's voice echoed as he ran up to see my beating the living shit out of Cartman. Before I knew it, he was yanking me off, but I didn't really know why; he hated Cartman as much as I do, maybe even more.
It took a few good yanks before I found my self laying on my back, panting while Eric lay there motionless and sobbing slightly, trying to stay as quiet as possible.
"What the hell was that all about?" Kyle asked in utter confusion and concern.
"Nothing," I mumbled as I stood up and wiped off my now dirty and damp pants.
"Stan, I know that wasn't about nothing! We take Cartman's crap day in and day out, but I never seen you maul him over it!"
"It doesn't matter!" I shouted before walking away, leaving Kyle to stand there in disbelief and Cartman in pain. I almost felt kind of bad for hurting him like that, but he sure did deserve it.
Cartman's POV:
This couldn't be happening; Stan got the best of me. Oh, he sure was going to get it when I heal from my wounds!
"Hey . . . Um . . . Are you okay?" I heard Kyle say as he walked over towards me.
"What's it to you, Jew?" I retorted with fire growing inside me, but I still couldn't help the tears of pain shed from my eyes.
"Look . . . Eric, if you need help or anything, I can walk you home . . ."
"I don't need your help! Screw you Kayle, I'm goin home," and with that I stumbled to my feet and started on my trot to my home on the road, all the while thinking of a way to get back at Stan. Maybe I could torture him? Maybe set his house on fire? Hmm, so many possibilities . . . Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a gleaming light, and before I had time to turn around I was on the road face down and bloody.
Dun dun dun! Seems like this is a really short chapter, but I will improve on that in the future! Fairwell for now!