Stans POV:
I sprinted towards the bathroom, hot tears running down my cheeks.
Kyle broke up with me one day ago, and he's already moved on? Was this his plan all along? Did he just need an excuse to leave me for Tolkien?
I've always disliked Tolkien, ever since 4th grade.
He had taken my best friend from me then.
And now? He had taken my boyfriend.
I paced back and forth in the big stall, trying to hide my growing sobs from getting too loud.
I put my hands to my eyes, wiping away my sopping eyes when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I obviously jumped.
"WENDY WHAT THE FUCK?! HOW DID YOU GET IN HERE, I LOCKED THE STALL?!" I shrieked, falling on my ass.
"I crawled under the door, obviously. Public bathrooms in America should NOT have gaps that large, any creep could have done that. Good thing it's just me!" I giggled at her full-toothed smile.
"But that's besides the point, I saw what happened, are you ok?" Wendy kneeled next to me on the poop-particle filled floor.
"Couldn't be worse, actually. That man slut stole my man," I rolled my eyes as Wendy gave me a sympathetic smile.
"Yea, that was pretty rough to watch, let alone go through it yourself. If you want, I can talk to Kyle? Tell him we're not together?"
At that moment, a glimpse of hope waved over me.
"Oh, of course! Just tell Kyle you're a lesbian! Then he'll know I'm not cheating on him! Wendy, you're the best," I went in to hug her, but she gently pushed my chest away. The hope I was feeling slightly disappeared.
"Stan, you know how much I care about you and your feelings, but that's too much to ask for. I've barely been able to admit my lesbianism to myself or to you, let alone Kyle. I'm barely friends with the kid! You're the only person who knows. I haven't even told Bebe, and she's my best friend! I'll try my hardest to convince him, trust me, but I'm not just gonna out myself until I'm completely ready for people to know."
And just like that, all my hope vanished. But I couldn't just let Wendy be hurt.
"I understand," I admitted. Then, we finally embraced in a hug.
"Thank you for doing this for me," I told her as we untangled our limbs.
"I kinda owe you because of everything you're doing for me and helping with Bebe," Wendy smiled.
We sat in comfortable silence for a moment before I broke it.
"Wait, why the fuck are you in the boys bathroom?!" I questioned.
"I'm class president, and I can do whatever I want. Besides, I am genderfluid and p.c. principle would rather die than discriminate against transgender youth," Wendy winked, and we laughed.
Authors note:
Hey... 🧍♀️
I'm back
I know it's been a while, but yea, stuff happened.
I got into a huge accident and was in a coma for a month.
Nah, I'm kidding, I'm not like other fanfic writers (iykyk)
My honest excuse wad that I was just lazy.
Will (hopefully) update more frequently from now on!!! 🙏
