"How could you!" Stan yelled.
"What did I do?" I asked.
"We are super best friends!What happened to that!" Stan yelled, now I get it, he assumed...
"I would never!" I said, this could get ugly.
"Never, you didn't say never to her, did you, no, you said MAYBE!" Stan yelled.
"The reason I said that was because I didn't want to hurt her!" I yelled, instead of this COULD get ugly, it WILL get ugly.
"Didn't want to hurt her! That's something chicks say! Does this mean you're a chick!" Stan yelled.
"Are you the motherfucking chick, cause you're fucking PMSing!" I yelled, then Stan threw a punch. We punched eachother for a while then Stan kicked me in the stomach, I fell to the floor, then he left. I grabbed my phone to use as a mirror, he only gave me a black eye, bruises, and a broken heart. Naturally I started crying, Stan heard me, and rushed back in.
"You gonna cry now, cause you lost." He asked.
"I'm crying yes, but its because I actually thought I loved you." I said, then cried more. He seemed moved by me saying that.
"I. I'm sorry if you told me, maybe I, wait, does this mean you didn't like Wendy?" He said, he's an idiot, I never liked Wendy!
"Dude, I never liked her." I said almost laughing.
"Oh. I guess it was kinda stupid of me for assuming stuff." He said, yeah, it was.
"Yes, it was. But your stupidity is forgiven." I said jokingly.
"Do you want to come over, I mean, your mom will kill you if she sees you." Stan offered.
"Sure." I said, I forgave him quickly, but then Butters walked in.
"Kyle! Stan! Did you do this to each other?" Butters asked.
I tried to tell him, "We-"
"Oh my god, I have to put this on Facebook!" He said, then put it on Facebook. I glared at him, he ran faster than how he runs from Cartman.
"Godammit," I muttered.
"Come on, screw Butters, let's go." Stan said, then we left.