A typical Stendy story (part 2)

Stan Loves Wendy, Wendy Hates Stan.

Wendy's POV

I HATE STAN. I hate everything about him. I hate what he has done to this town. I hate what he has done to me. Why why WHY????

Stan's POV

I LOVE WENDY. I love everything about her. I love how she never brings up what I have done to this town. I love everything she has done to me. God, she is so perfect.

Wendy's POV

Stan: Wendy! I made you breakfast my love!

Ok! Coming Stan!

God I hate saying that. I feel like every time I do what he says or tell him something I know he wants to hear, I feel as if I am giving more and more of my freedom up. I feel like shit. I know that I should be happy that he hasn't hurt me yet, but at the same time, is that what I have come to expect? Wow, dude, wow.

I walk downstairs and Stan sees me and gives me a big hug.

Stan: OMG WENDY HIII :D! I AM SO HAPPY TO SEE YOU! Yours happy to see me, right?

Of course Stan, why wouldn't I be?

He asks me this EVERY. MORNING. It's awful. It just adds to the list of reasons why I don't like him.

As I eat my breakfast, I think about how I wanna get Stan back. I wanna not only do it for myself, but I wanna do it for Kyle. For Tolkien. For Bebe. For the town. And I want Stan to know that. Also, I want him to know that I never loved him and I never will.

Stan: Wendy, WENDY?! HELLO?!
I'm
Oh, sorry I...was thinking.

Stan: Oh, ok. Wendy can we talk about something?

Wendy: Oh, sure?

Thank you for reading :)