I still Love You - South Park Post COVID [Style]

Chapter 11

Stan

Kyle and I remained our contact, hugging each other close with no intention of letting each other go. I nuzzled my nose into the collar of his jacket, huffing in his scent and closing my eyes contently. I smiled childishly, pulling him even closer by the hips. He chuckled under his breath and pulled me in tighter by the neck. The warm embrace of the other man sent shivers down my spine and dopamine throughout my veins.

I heard snickering from close by, and looked up to see Tweek and Craig giggling at us from the upper level of the lab.

"Jesus, get a room already." Craig smirked devilishly, making lewd gestures with his hands causing Tweek to laugh quietly.

"Fuck off." Craig and I both flipped each other off as Kyle blushed and walked upstairs. I'm assuming to talk with Tolkien.

It was then that Wendy approached me, two styrofoam cups of coffee in her hands. "Want to take a walk with me?" She asked, holding out one of the steaming cups to me.

I smiled contently, and accepted her offer by grasping the cup and guiding her towards the exit. We walked throughout the halls, sipping the hot liquid and making small talk. Wendy is still a women's rights activist, joining and leading quite a few rallies at the still unfair treatment of women in our society. She works as a professor at Harvard University as her day-job, gathers rallies on weekends, and grades papers by night. It was nice to catch up like this. Definitely a better time than at Kenny's wake.

She suddenly stopped walking, and pressed her hand to one of the lockers on the wall.

"This one was mine, back in fourth grade."

She smiled wide, basking in the memories the elementary school brought her.

"Do you remember fourth grade? When we were, you know, dating?"

I quickly felt awkward at her question, and scratched the back of my neck.

"Uh- yeah. I-I do.
Every time I think of you in fourth grade, I think of you beating the living shit out of Cartman at the playground."

We both shared a laugh, I tossed my empty cup into the nearest trashcan. I then felt fingers running over my shoulders, taking the cloth of my sleeves in-between her fingertips.

"You've been thinking about me?"

The situation had me feeling uncomfortable, I turned to her and shrugged off her hand. She smiled innocently and took a firm hold of my hand, dragging me throughout the halls and to the main office of the school. Her teeth began to show as she pointed to a framed picture on PC Principal's wall.

"Look. South Park elementary, 4th grade graduates, class of 2020."

Her grip on my hand tightened affirmingly as she pointed at the two of us in the photo. We stood side by side, hand in hand, both of us looking at each other instead of the camera. Blush crept over young Wendy's cheeks while I held a mechanical smile, and squinted eyes at the girl. I remember when that photo was taken, back when I was confused of my sexuality and feelings towards my best friend. I loved Wendy to death, but even then I didn't view her as a girlfriend, more of a best friend. All my romantic feelings, then and now, were directed towards a certain ginger boy. My eyes darted away from Wendy in the photo, and to Kyle Broflovski on my other side in the photograph. He grinned wide, his light freckled cheeks dusted with pink from the cold weather at the time it was taken. I too blushed at the sight, thinking of my crush on him at the time, and the fact that I can now call him my boyfriend.

Wendy took notice to the redness of my face rise, and intertwined our fingers. I loosely tried to escape her hold, but she turned quickly and kissed me on the cheek.