College Days (A South Park Style Fanfic)

Wendy Did What?

Cigarettes and coffee were usually one of Stan's favorite duos, especially after a long night.

He helped Kyle clean their mess then made coffee for the both of them. It looked like someone was murdered, because some of the lipstick from the boys smeared onto the sheets as well. Kenny refused the sheets for obvious reasons which prompted him to demand Kyle just throw them out instead of cleanly of them.

Kyle was having trouble today, though.he couldn't really...sit for long. He couldn't even stand up last night. Stan has been having to check up on him with a guilty face each time.

Kyle was not mad at all. If anything, pretty damn satisfied.

Stan took Kyle's empty mug, taking the chance to kiss the top of his curly head. The red head smiled tiredly with his eyes closed.

"We look like we got into fights." Stan said with a soft chuckle, rubbing Kyle's neck slowly.

Kyle shrugged while taking a sip of his coffee.

"I have to mark what's mine." He replied with confidence

Stan had an upside down smile, a sheepish one. He shook his head and walked away.

"I hope the guys at work don't bug you." Stan cooed.

Kyle rolled his eyes and shooed Stan away. It was never too early for Kyle's sass. If there was a skill set that involved sass, Kyle had it on lock.

Since Stan sat near him, he started playing footsies with him. He was resting his head on the palm of his head, a messy bed head covering his eyes with his red curls.

Stan returned the gesture, checking his phone while sipping his coffee.

Missed Calls: Wendy (7)

Stan stared at his phone before closing it and setting it face down on the table. He can only imagine what he did high off his shit, especially around Kyle.

"Everything okay?" Kyle asked, hearing the phone meet contact with the table.

"I...don't even know. I'm kinda afraid to know." Stan answered while looking off into the distance.

Kyle opened one eye to check on Stan, sipping his coffee slowly.

"Mmkay." He mocked.

"Mmkay Kyle, Mmkay." Stan replied.
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Wendy was just Kyle in a different gender. Stubborn, strong, and intelligent.

And obsessive.

She never told Stan they couldn't get back together, ever. She assumed he knew that, she guesses. She's happy he's way better, just wishes it was with her.

There's no way she's dragged him down.

She was jealous, refused to accept it. Things happen for a reason right? It doesn't mean Stan isn't dating someone else but there's definitely something going on.

"I really hate you. Every time I think of you, I want to fucking gut myself. Then I feel better knowing I kicked your ass in 4th grade."

Cartman sat with his arms crossed at the diner. He scoffed, two empty plates and five glasses in front of him.

"And you kissed me. Don't forget that." He replied.

"I wish I could." Wendy shivered, a look of disgust on her face.

"Do you want help or not?"

"Yea, Cartman, I do."

Cartman smirked deviously and leaned in, resting his arms on the table. He scanned the room before continuing the business.