Chapter 26 - Wendy's Resolution

Stan's Pov:

Me and Kyle jumped up at the alarm clock that had randomly been set on the nightstand, fuck I forgot it was a school day. I plopped myself back down groaning thinking about having to complete yet another 8 hour long day bored out of my mind. "Come on dude we gotta get up." Kyle said laughing at me, I tugged on his shirt back down to me and hugged him tightly, "I don't wanna goooooo" I whined as he hugged me back continuing his laughing. After holding him for a minute longer we finally got up, and started doing our morning routine until we were finally ready. We both walked out into the kitchen area where Kenny and Craig were, when we walked in a huge smile plastered across their faces. "Sounded like you guys had a time last night." Kenny said as he and Craig laughed from their stomachs, "Oh fuck... you guys heard that.." Kyle said putting his face in his hand embarrassed, I smiled and looked over at him, who's neck hickey was really dark, then remembered I had some too that were covered up by the jacket Kyle gave me back. I pushed back my jacket and revealed all the marking he had gave me, "DAYUMMMM" Kenny and Craig said in unison, causing us to all die laughing. "See bro, what did I tell you, I knew you'd come around." Kenny said as he got up and pushed Kyle playfully before grabbing a beer out the fridge. "Yall want one?", he said reaching out to us. Even though ever alcoholic bone in my body was itching for me to say yes, I saw Kyle looking over at me with a worried face and I knew I couldn't, "Nah i'm good bro." I said turning around and grabbing my backpack. Kenny nodded and gave me the keys to my new car, and in another minute we headed out the door. "Ight bro's i'll see you guys in a bit, don't die." I shouted jokingly out my window as I turned on the car, it was really nice for a repaired car, and it smelled really good inside. As I pulled out one of my The Smiths cd's I heard a knock on my window, it was Kyle. I rolled it down and looked at him confused "Whats up?" "Bro, you got a new car and weren't even gonna let me ride with you?" he said as a smile appeared on his face. I smirked and unlocked the door, he ran around the car and hopped in, examining it and approving of it, "This is sick Stan, how much you pay for it?" "It was free." I said smiling as I backed out of the driveway, I saw his jaw hanging as I said it. Kyle had some really old truck that his dad gave him from his teenage years before he left, and it was still in good shape but just pretty outdated, I don't even know if it had airbags. We jammed out to our music, The Smiths was one of the bands me and Kyle both had an obsession with, so we'd always sing along all the words and act like we were the lead singer himself. We finally made it to school, were there was a lot of people getting there at the same time we did. Kyle had brought his parking pass for me to use, so I parked in his spot and we hopped out. "Aw dude I wish we had a blunt." he said rolling his eyes, I raised my eyebrow. "Oh so now you like smoking?" I said as my smile got bigger. "Fuck yes, not my fault you're a bad influence." he said pushing me over. For some reason, ever since that night we got busted, I haven't been able to do drugs. I mean I contemplated swallowing all the pain pills my dad had stored away, but I knew Kyle would be disappointed in me for dying in that way, when we had just been split up for that sole purpose. I guess the only thing I had left to turn to was alcohol, I remember spending that whole weekend getting drunk off my ass until Kyle finally came back, and if he hadn't I probably would've turned into a full blown alcoholic again.. and thinking about that kind of scared me. If I didn't have Kyle, I resorted back to my bad habits, which meant.. I was pretty much dependent on him. What ever, I'll learn some day how to control myself when he's not there, in the mean time I'll rely on him.

Kyle's Pov:

As I sat through class all day, bored out of my fucking mind, completing useless work, I found myself fantasizing about Stan the whole time. Last night was.. wild.. to say the least. I had never felt as amazing as I did that night by anyone else, and it led to the question I was left to obsess over all day.. do I prefer men..? Or.. just Stan. I mean don't get me wrong, I definitely still liked women, loosing my virginity to one made me realize I was definitely not gay, but being able to feel 10x more good when it was Stan made me really question myself. Maybe I was just more in the moment knowing it was him, either way it doesn't matter, no one has to know but me. The lunch bell rang, everyone jumped up from their seats and headed down to the cafeteria. As I walked down the stairs I saw Stan waiting for me at the bottom, he looked so cute smiling at up at me. Me and him decided before school that we'd start the cycle of going out to eat just like me and Wendy always did, Stan always starved himself in school because he couldn't stand the food, so I didn't mind taking a bit of my own money out to make sure he wasn't making himself suffer for the second half of the day. We walked through the cafeteria to the ATM and I got hella deja vu, especially when I saw Wendy sitting with Bebe at a table not too far from it. I glanced fast but realized she was staring at us, so I looked away quickly. "Why is Wendy staring at us." Stan said as I looked towards him staring her down squinting. "Don't fucking look dumbass?" I said turning his head back towards me, but he stubbornly looked again, as he smiled and stuck the finger quickly dropping his face to tease her. I rolled my eyes and laughed at his annoyed state before taking the money out the ATM and making out way back out the cafeteria. We walked all the way to the student parking lot and hopped in Stan's car. Only a few people had off-campus lunch, usually the good-smart kids like myself who the principal knew wouldn't try any dumb shit while out. Me and Stan sat in the car for a bit waiting for it to get cold. "I probably forgot to tell you, but you look so good today. My clothes suit your lengthy ass so well." He said smiling at me and rubbing my hair in. "Shut the fuck up" I said rolling my eyes and pushing his hand away. He laughed a bit at me getting mad, "No but like for real, you look really nice." "You too asshole." We looked at each other for a bit, before pulling into a kiss. I don't know why, but it felt so freeing to kiss him in public, I could almost imagine for a second that we were public, but I knew that probably would never happen, me and Stan both are bad at keeping relationships and we knew it wouldn't be a good idea, and, the obvious, we'd be pretty gay, and people don't usually take kindly to that relationship dynamic in our school, besides our friend group of course. We got more and more into our kisses, rubbing on each others faces with our hands to pull our lips closer, even though they couldn't get any closer if we tried. *KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK* Me and Stan jumped apart so fast with our eyes wide open, fearing the worst. I looked out my passenger window to see Wendy with a pissed off face, and Bebe laughing with her hands on her knees. I rolled my eyes and sighed, what the fuck did they want. I looked over at Stan giving her a pissed off look, before opening the window eventually. "What the fuck do you guys want." he said coldly. "Geez I didn't know 'homiesexual' included kissing.." Wendy said trying to hold in her laughter to maintain a mad face. "We were just practicing. Kyle has a date. Don't be mad because he's not stuck over you." Stan said, he was so smart sometimes, I saw Wendy's face drop as Bebe started laughing at her too, I couldn't tell if it was because of my supposed 'date', or the fact Stan knew about us. Regardless, Bebe stepped up to the window, putting her boobs right over the seal nearly into my face. "Okay can yall stop fighting already and pleaseeee take us to eat with yall. We're soo hungryyyyyy!, she said whining. The thing is, I always really liked Bebe, she was really sweet and funny, kind of how Wendy used to be before Stan came back, so I didn't mind her, but for some reason knowing Wendy would come along too made me annoyed knowing some shit would probably be started. "Whatever dude just get it." Stan said trying to hurry. I flashed him evil eyes, and he mouthed to me 'just let them be.' Regardless, I was still mad he would accept, and kept my arms crossed the whole time we pulled out. Stan turned up the volume on his Slipknot cd, "Oh my god can we chill out with the violent ass music its really killing the vibe." Bebe said. "Here, play this one" she said handing me a cd to put in. I examined it, 'Nelly Furtado, Loose.', oh geez. I looked back at her confused, and she held he hands together begging me to put it in as Wendy stared at us. I showed the cd to Stan, and he looked at me and shrugged. I popped it in, and heard the girls immediately start singing out the lyrics. We rode with the girly ass music playing until we got to the restaurant.

We sat at the table, me and Stan starred at Wendy and Bebe as they giggled loudly to each other and whispered in each others ear almost like we weren't there. I took continuous sips of my drink trying to distract myself from the weird situation, while Stan stared direct at them confused. Wendy noticed and quickly stopped laughing, "What?.. is there something wrong?" she said meanly as Bebe still kept a smile. "No, y'all are just being kind of loud." Wendy squinted at Stan with a 'who asked?' face before turning back and continuing to laugh. Then, our waitress appeared, looking just as annoyed as I was. "Hi guys, I don't know if you've noticed but you guys have kind of been causing a disturbance for the whole resturant." I looked arond an saw a few tables staring us down, getting embarrassed that I had to be apart of it. "Oh my god we're SO sorry! It won't happen again!" Wendy said in a bitchy tone meant to sound polite as the waitress slightly rolled her eyes. "It's fine dear.. Anyways my name is Beatrice how can I help you guys today?" I opened my mouth but before I could get a word out Wendy started speaking first, "Yes I'd like a grilled chicken sandwich, with a side of fries, no, make that two sides of fries, a cobb salad for Bebe, and some extra fucking croutons on the side." Wendy said, slamming her menu down and staring up at the lady, my mouth flew open and I looked at Stan who's eyes were wide. "Excuse me ma'am? If you're going to cuss at me i'm going to have to ask you to leave." "Oh my god I am sooo sorry.. whats your name? Beatrice! Yes, I am so sorry Beatrice! It was an accident! Let me start over. I want a fucking grilled chicken sandwich with an extra fucking side of-" Wendy started raising her voice as the waitress's mouth flew open as well. "That's it I'm getting security" the waitress said while attempting to walk towards the back area. "Ooooooo go get security. See if security can get me a fucking grilled chicken sandwich you fucking bitch!" she said screaming while jumping up from her seat. "Wendy! What the fuck is wrong with you?" I said yelling at her, while the whole restaurant stared in disbelief. "Come on dude we gotta go." Stan said as we all ran out the restaurant. Great, now we're all gonna fucking starve all day. We all jumped in the car. Stan turned on the car, and drove across the street to a gas station just to get out of the area before security came. As he got out, Wendy got out as well, speed walking past the store. "Wendy where the fuck are you going?!" Bebe screamed out the window as Stan looked to find where Wendy was from the pump. "I'm fucking going home, I hate these fags!" She said screaming back before disappearing behind the store. Great so now she fucking ruined lunch, and now thinks its okay to call us fucking slurs. "What the fuck are we doing? We have to go get her!" Bebe said yelling out the window to Stan who was putting gas, and just looked at her shaking his head. "Let her go, she has fucking issues." I said rolling my eyes. "You guys are assholes!" Bebe said before jumping out the car and running towards the direction Wendy left to. I looked out the window stunned that Bebe would do all that even after what Wendy had just pulled at the restaurant. When Stan was done he got back in the car and looked at me waiting for me to say something. "What the fuck is wrong with her dude? I swear she acts like she's insane." "We have to go get them bro, its not right." Stan said looking at his steering wheel. "No bro what the fuck, she just ruined everything, you really want to fucking help her?" I said in disbelief at Stan who usually had a bit of self respect after being embarrassed like that. "Nah dude, regardless, shes our friend.. we can't do her like that." I banged my head back into my seat mind blown that he was actually acting like such a push over, before we pulled out.

After circling a few blocks, we found them walking fast down a street, Bebe trying to keep up and talk Wendy out of it, while Wendy kept a fast pace not listening. Stan pulled up beside her honking. "Bebe get in the car." Bebe rolled her eyes trying to catch her breath and jumped in, while we sped up to Wendy. "Wendy, dude, get in the fucking car already. I don't know what you're trying to prove." Stan screamed out of the window. "I'm trying to prove that I'd rather be anywhere else than with you two gaywads!" she screamed back. Stan stopped the car so hard that it made a loud screeching sound which startled Wendy so hard that she stopped, and let up the windows before turning off the car and opening his door. "What are you doing?" I asked. "Just stay in here. I need to talk to her to make her quit this bullshit." he said as he stepped out and slammed the door behind him. I could tell he was upset and annoyed as he walked over to her, a good 20 feet from where the car was. Bebe and me sat in silence as they seemingly argued for a good 3 minutes, but too far away from us to even hear anything. "What do you think they're talking about..?" I said without even realizing. Bebe stayed quiet for a bit, staring at the two. "You.", she eventually said, which made me pause. I don't know what she meant by that, or what Wendy had told her for her to be able to say that so confidentially, but I didn't like it. Eventually, I realized Wendy was crying to Stan as they continued talking, and I got a bad feeling in my stomach. After a few more minutes of talking, they eventually pulled into a hug that lasted a good minute. "Hm." Bebe said, I looked back at her and she looked at me with a confused face. They began walking back to the car as Wendy wiped tears from her eyes before they got back in the car silently. Stan took out Bebe's cd and popped in his own, this time Bebe didn't say anything. We were already an hour late for class, and I assumed Stan wasn't in any mood to go back to school right now by his face, which displayed a stone cold expression as he stared at the road. I looked over to him, trying to look for any answer as to what happened, until my staring caught his attention. I mouthed, 'what just happened?', and he shook his head with a face that said 'just dont ask'.

We dropped Wendy and Bebe off at Wendy's house before leaving, I kept asking what happened after they left, but Stan just shook his head every time. Why the fuck wont he tell me anything? So fucking strange, but whatever, it was probably something she told him not to tell me. After we got back to Craig's house the whole day was quiet. He spent the day shooting the gun his dad gave him in the woods while I listened to music in the room by myself. I couldn't stop wondering what was said between them, and if it really did have something to do with me. Kenny and Craig eventually came home, Kenny brought Marjorine with them, who was rolling their blunts even though she didn't smoke, what a cool girlfriend. I spent some time smoking with them while Stan was out before they eventually went up to their rooms. At around 11 Stan came back, walking straight past me as I tried to ask how his day was. He grabbed some clothes and headed to the shower. I rolled my eyes and went to lay in bed while waiting for him to get out, feeling my high get ruined by his continued nonchalantness. When he finally got out he came and layed down, this time not cuddling with me. "Dude, what's wrong? Why aren't you talking to me." "Nothing Ky, I'm sorry im just exhausted." "Oh.. sorry." "It's fine dude.. goodnight." He said as he turned over on his side. What the fuck? Not even a kiss or anything, what the fuck was his problem? I let out a huge sigh just done with the situation in general, and turned back around to the opposite side. A million thoughts ran through my head as I tried to sleep, eventually making me stay up all night until I saw the sun rise. Fuck I hate my life.