A/N: So seeing several people put my story in their "Story alert" made me hasty to update, but please people, speak up! Tell me how i am doing, please! Alright, carry on.

Stan's POV

The next afternoon, Stan was over at Kyle's place along with Cartman and Kenny, playing Red dead Redemption on Kyle's brand new Ps3. However, he found himself thinking a lot about Wendy.

"Kyle?" He asked hesitantly.

"Yeah, dude?" His eyes fixated on the screen.

"It's about, well, Wendy," Stan said slowly. Before Kyle could reply, Cartman answered:

"Stan none of use give a shit about your relationship with Wendy. Sure, she's hot and all but at the end of the day she's nothing more then an anorexic tree hugging slut."

Cartman's paddle went flying. His coke bottle tipped over in Stan's rage and nearly hit Kyles system. Kenny backed away in distance and was laughing hysterically at the scene in front of him. Stan, despite his shortness in height, was beating the shit out of the significantly larger boy. Punch, punch, kick kick, all while screaming the words:

"DON'T EVER SPEAK ABOUT WENDY THAT WAY EVER!" Stan kicked him a few more times while Cartman cried and pleaded with Kyle and Kenny to save him. The bystanders just laughed.

In time, Cartman sat up red faced, hair ruffled, and his dark brown eyes glistening his hat, he angrily said:

"FUCK you guys, I'm going home." With that, he picked up his phone and left, slamming Kyle's door.

"Dude, Stan, what was that about?" Kyle asked. his laughter then ceased. He picked up a roll of paper towels and spread them over Cartman's spilled coke.

Stan sighed. "He just pisses me off! Besides i can't let him talk about my girl like that? By the way let me clean that up."

"No, it's okay, Stan. Anyway, what problem did you have with Wendy?" He and Kenny both sat back on the couch whilst Stan started pacing.

"Well...she's like all moody and looks really sick. Like i saw her naked yester-"

"You saw her naked?" Kenny interrupted excitedly. "What does it look like?" Kyle and Stan both stared at him.

"ANYway," Stan said, rolling his eyes, "her legs look like chicken bones and she was like, calling herself fat! Even though i know she has lost weight-it's really weird! I think maybe she's sick but with what?"

"That is really weird. Maybe she's anorexic, like Cartman said?" Kyle said thoughtfully.

"Maybe...but no, not Wendy. She's too smart. Why would she not eat?" Stan asked in denial.

"I don't know Stan. I don't know. But now that i think about it, it would make the most sense. I mean every recess, instead of hanging out on the marry-go-round with Bebe and the other chicks, she's always walking laps around the field."

"Yeah," Kenny agreed. "Or in the cafeteria, do you ever see her eat anything other then like an apple and a diet coke?"

Stan felt tears building up in his eyes, but he wouldn't allow them to slip.

"A few weeks ago. I took her out for dinner, and she ordered only a diet coke and...oh what was it?...oh yeah, a chicken salad with the dressing on the side..." Stan said softly.

"That's fucked, dude," Kenny said. "She's totally anorexic. Seriously."

"Yeah..." Kyle agreed. Stan sighed.

"Yeah thanks guys. I'm gonna go though." He turned and walked out the door, ignoring his friends good byes. Instead of walking home, Stan took the detour to Starks pond to sit on his bench to think things over.

"She's totally anorexic dude."

"She's an anorexic tree hugging slut."

The unhappy thoughts circled his mind during his walk.

"Maybe she's anorexic like Cartman said."

"She's totally anorexic dude."

"Ever see her eat anything other then like an apple and a diet coke?"

"Stop...please..." Stan whispered under his breath as he was nearing Starks pond.

"Anorexic tree hugging slut..."

"Always walking laps around the fields..."

"Totally anorexic dude..."

"Alright fuck off! I get it!" Stan screamed, causing a young couple to stop making out and look over at him in surprise. This was short lived; they simply shook their heads and continued.

Stan sat on his favorite park bench, put his forehead in his hand, and sighed, finally allowing the tears threatening to fall to do so.

"She really is anorexic," he muttered. "What do i do? What do i do?"

End Note: I'd like to think this chapter is the best so far, but i am ignorant. What do you guys think? Please review!