Going up to the front door had never been so hard, so full of horror-filled speculative terror. Stan had gone over to Wendy's a least a billion times in the past year alone, so it shouldn't have been nearly half this difficult for him to stand outside her door this time, but somehow it was. The Testaburgers liked him well enough, and it wasn't like Wendy was going to break up with him again, right? Right?!

The last time she had dumped him, it had been via text message, so surely if that was all she had wanted, she wouldn't have bothered dragging him over to her house... Unless she had moved on and wanted to how him how much happier and better off she was... No, they promised each other that they would never intentionally hurt the other like that again, so if she wasn't going to dump him, what was it that was making her act so strange? Could she have grown some kind of extra appendage? A freakish mole? A failed attempt at playing god with her own body? Dear God, just let it have been something he could live with...

The Marsh boy knocked on the door after what felt like an eternity of staring at it, and was almost immediately greeted by Wendy's mother. She had really gained weight over the years, but she claimed that it wasn't hereditary; she just had just started to eat her feelings since that one thing that one time. Stan wasn't fooled by the lies. "Wendy wanted to see me?"

She looked a bit shocked to see her daughter's boyfriend standing there at the front door like some kind of stranger, but she let him in all the same, "Wendy's father is at work. He doesn't know yet."

"Know what?" He suddenly felt as if were eight ears old again, being told something that he couldn't possibly hope to understand yet.

Bursting into tears, Wendy's mother could only point towards her little girl's room. Taking that as his cue to leave her be as she attempted to collect herself, Stan followed her shaking finger, despite knowing the way. He knocked on the door, unsure about if he should have just entered or not. It was weird using the door and not her window.

"Babe?" His voice trembled with uncertainty.

Creaking open slowly in slow motion, Wendy herself was standing in the doorway - still in her pajamas - her face looking freakishly calm. To his horror and great great disappointment, she was still completely normal and every inch the Wendy he knew and loved, imperfect breasts and all. Scanning for some kind of pigment mutation or something small and barely noticeable, he noticed that it looked like she was too frazzled to cry over her mystery plight. Maybe she had cancer? No, that was too hopeful...

Standing back, she let him in to her room. It really hadn't changed that much since they were kids. "Hi, Wendy." It sounded lame even before he had said it, but Stan was at a loss for words.

"Stan," it sounded like she had been rehearsing this all day, or knowing her, it was more likely something she had prepared years ago, "This isn't easy to tell you, but you have to know..."

This was it... The big moment...

"Stan, I'm sorry, but it's over between us. I think we both know that we've been drifting apart lately, and we're just too different to make it work anymore. Sure, we had some good times, and I'll always love you, but I just can't do it anymore. I need more from my partner, and you just aren't nurturing me." He had heard all of that many times before; so much in fact, it was virtually just empty words. "I'm going through something of my own right now, so I'm going to leave town for a while." Ok, that was new.

Wendy had never told him that before, and what stuff was she going through?! He thought that they told each each everything. "What? No, you can't! Where are you going to go?"

She sighed in exasperation, as if she had been expecting this reaction. Dreading it even. "It's best if you don't know for now. Stan, I'm so sorry-"

"No! I want to know what 'stuff' you're going through!" A new kind of terror was coursing through him now, because this really did feel like the end. It couldn't be the end...

Wendy just shook her head, "You'll find out when the time is right, once I know what I'm going to do for sure. There's nothing you can do to change my mind or say to make me stay - I have to do this, it's what's best."

God, why did she always have to treat him like an idiot?! "Don't talk down to me like you're so much better than me! I know that you're better, that you'll go places while I slowly deteriorate into my father! I'm going to become nothing but a breeder who barely gets through the days without blowing my brains out, and you're going to move on to do great things, but that doesn't mean that you can talk to me like I'm retarded and can't keep up a conversation!"

"Stan-"

"You know what, fine, go! Sort out your shit, and just forget about me and stay gone! And then that way, when I die, you don't have to blame yourself!" Outraged, Stan turned on his heel and stormed out. Rare, but it was not a first time.

Watching him leave in disbelief, Wendy could only fall down weakly against her wall. It wasn't supposed to happen this way...

Hearing the blow-up from the living room, her mother had come into the room, eyes averted from Stan when she passed him. Seeing her daughter, she went to her side, asking gently, "Did you tell him?"

Looking into her mother's eyes, Wendy shook her head, falling into her mother's arms. "I... I couldn't tell him. Oh, mom, what I'm I going to do?!" Bursting into tears, the normally cautious teen refused to budge from her mother's warm and loving embrace.

They had normally been so careful, so guarded, so safe, except for that night at Craig Tucker's party... They had been drunk, and Kenny had stolen Stan's wallet earlier on in the evening, but it was ok, because they were young, invincible and in love. And she was on the pill, so it should have been fine. Only it wasn't, because it had turned out that Cartman had thought it would be funny to switch out her birth control with candy...

Jealous that she had beaten him in debate for the millionth time, Eric had thought it would have been funny to prove that she wasn't so perfect and brilliant, so he revealed to the entire debate class last week that if she had been so bright, 'the dumb bitch would have realized she was eating powdered sugar instead of her lady pills'. But as easy as it would have been to blame his friends for this, there was only herself to blame for getting pregnant, even if it had been a mistake...

At least that's what she had told her mother...

Yep, I totally went there.

I do not own South Park, that's all on Matt and Trey, but I do own Hunter and Avery!

[Edit: 9/13/14 - Things. Edited.]