Ugh, what can I say? It's been well over a year since I wrote anything and when I do come back, it's just with some crappy drabbles. I'm sorry guys. Hopefully I can get back into the swing of things and write some new stuff that's better than this. I do have some stuff in the works so here's hoping, I guess.

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The Call-Regina Spektor

I never thought I would feel this way. It wasn't like everyone always said it would be, at first you were just another face, another friend when I wanted you to be, the rest of the time just another asshole I could not care about.

Everything's different now. I feel sick thinking about it. People are changing, people are dying and the world keeps turning. I've lose my closest friend, the only guy I thought would be there for me constantly. He's become a dick. But really, am I any better? I stole his girlfriend for God's sake. I remember the shock on people's faces when they saw us together. Kyle and Wendy. Shouldn't happen. Period.

It was too much. I get that. You let me go. There's a chance Stan might change back and you're willing to take it. I can't really say I blame you. I'dve done the same, probably. But I'll wait for you Wendy. And I'm here whenever you change your mind.

I See the Light-Mandy Moore and Zachary Levi

I'm a stupid girl. I know that 's not my fault though. I have a stupid dad, stupid brace, stupid turd of a brother. I just wanted someone to make me feel good despite all that shit. I know I've got a temper and I'm not hot like my stupid turd brother's stupid turd friend says my mom is. But it didn't stop me wanting.

I tried a lot of people. Skylar, he was bad news. Amir, he was nice, but we'd never have worked. You were always there. Always there, tucked away in the back of class. And you stank of smoke and your clothes were dirty and you had stupid teeth and you dropped your stupid books on my foot.

And your stupid braces get tangled with mine every time we kiss. And each time, I sort of hope they stay stuck a little longer, so you have to stay with me.

Flathead-The Fratellis

Friday night is Sally night. It's just nice to sit and have a chit-chat, catch up on old times. Ever since I left the kissing company, she's been doing good for herself. Everyone knows she's the girl to call if you want a hug or a kiss even after all these years. Why even Kenny says how good she is and he can get any girl he wants to kiss him. Sally ain't changed much. She's the same girl, nice, kind, would do anything for anything. She knows how to make me feel good. All with just a kiss.

She shows up her little red chevy and takes me out for drinks. I don't drink or nothing but it's okay. She always orders a martini for her, a root-beer for her, then takes them back to our table and adds a little something extra. I dunno what it is. But boy, does everything change after that. I usually don't remember much but I know I like the feeling. We'll go out, do whatever we want and then she drops me home and gives me a kiss. And I feel good.

I Won't Say I'm In Love-Susan Egan

Ugh, why can't I just LEARN?

Seriously, I am smart, I should know that by now. Everyone always says how I'm the only one who'll get anyway. I don't go around saying how people aren't welcome like Dad or a dick to people like Craig or whatever. I should have learned from Token and Clyde and Stan and God knows who else. Boys don't like Red Tucker.

All boys except Kevin, it seems.

Ugh...why can't I not like him back?

How Does It Feel-Cinema Bizarre

Stan, let me help you.

I know you didn't care about me. I was just the freaky Mormon kid, who didn't understand anything about the real world and was just lost in a bunch of stupid stories. I don't know what you've been through. I'm so sheltered in my perfect little Mormon life.

I know hurt, Stan. I know what cynicism can do to a person. I want to tell you to come over here, be as much as a dick as you want to me, to let me help you. I've seen what you've done to Kyle, to Kenny, to Wendy, even Cartman. They hurt because of you, Stan. Let me help you.

Please Stan, let me in. Don't let yourself become what I did.

A/N: The stuff Sally puts in Butters' drink in the Flathead drabble isn't roofies. I imagine it to be speed or something but I'm not sure myself. Basically I could think of nothing to write for that song so I had to improvise. Badly.