- Love, Butters.

(24) The Talk

"What took you so long?"

Wendy had her arms crossed sternly while I just smiled in response.

"Teacher held me back for a minute for two."

"It's literally been almost more than 10 minutes,"she corrected, as I strutted over.

I leaned against the wall. "You're already getting mad at me even though I barely said anything."

Wendy sighs. "What did you want to talk about?," she asks in a more calmer tone.

"Stan."

She glowered. "First Marjorine, now Kenny. My lucky week, just great.," Wendy muttered under her breath.

"Is it wrong to be concerned about Stan? He's also my friend too, you know."

Wendy snarled,"And he's my boyfriend. If you're so worried about him, why don't you ask him yourself?!"

Wendy's moodiness was starting to piss me off, but I tried not to show it. That was what she was trying to get out of me after all.

"You know I can't."

"Well- Fuck, that isn't my problem!" I stood silently for a moment.

It was quite obvious that she wasn't going to budge on her answer. This was selfish, but I needed to up my game.

"Yo, Wendy. Do you remember that one thing we did at that one party in November?"

Wendy grunted, she didn't say anything.

I just continued,"You told me I was better than Stan, remember? It was fun."

"Stop," she finally grunted out. "Stop talking."

"Now that I think about it, Stan would be very upset if he found out. It would be a shame if I told him," I went on, shutting Wendy completely up.

——

Pause on that. Let's have a quick story time about the one party I'm  is talking about.

This party was a Thanksgiving type of party. There was booze, food, teenagers, and maybe some dudes brought a bit of drugs.

Wendy and I just happened to both be drunk that night. And I think you know what happened next.

We did the devil's tango, or simply put, sex.

Not to look cocky or anything, but I know was way better than Stan. Wendy just didn't want to admit it. And I know damn well she doesn't have the heart to tell Stan either.

Woah, sex before you're 18? That's crazy! Oh wait, this is South Park..

And yes, for your information, we used protection.

——

Wendy hesitated, before eventually turning to face me,"Please, don't tell Stan. I'll do whatever you say."

I grin triumphantly. "Okay then, tell me, what strange things Stan has been doing lately?," I ask.

"Uhm," Wendy hummed. She was clearly contemplating whether she should actually tell me the truth or not.

But in the end, she told me something that seemed like the truth. "Well, I've noticed that Stan has been drinking more than usual. Some days, he reeks so much of alcohol that I can't even bear to kiss him."

I chuckle. "He probably got that from his dad." Wendy just smiles sheepishly.

"Also, he doesn't spend time with me as much anymore. Stan always spends time with Kyle nowadays," Wendy says quite bitterly. I beam playfully at her.

"Awh, are you jealous?"

"No!..," she stammered before sighing. "Okay, maybe I'm a bit jealous.."

I nudge her in the shoulder, making her scowl at me. "Don't touch me."

"Yeesh, sorry," I say 'apologetically'. Wendy rolled her eyes at me.

"Actually, I heard from the grape vine that you and Stan had a argument. What was that about?"

Wendy stared at me, shocked. "H-How do you know that!?"

I wasn't going to out Marjorine of course, so I just casually fibbed,"Stan told me."

Wendy raised an eyebrow at me questioningly before sighing disappointedly. "In short, I confronted Stan about a problem. I thought he would be understanding about it, but instead Stan blew up in my face."

"And what was that problem?"

Wendy huffed. "Our relationship.. I didn't want to be with him anymore. It's changed, we've changed."

"Then why don't you break up with him?," I suggest, making her 'side-eye' me.

"What, you wanna date me?"

"Maybe." I smirk at her.

Wendy rolled his eyes. "Har, har. You're so funny," she replied sarcastically.

"I won't for now. Not yet. But maybe it'll get better with time, you know..?"

"You don't really believe that, do you?," I say, calling out Wendy's bluff. She makes a disturbed expression.

She reasoned,"Stan's mental health is low as is, if I broke up with him right now.. It would completely destroy him." I shook my head.

"Yeah, but what about what you want?"

Wendy paused. She thought for a moment. "What's your point?"

"I'm asking about what you want. It can't be all about Stan, you have to care about yourself too."

Wendy's cold expression drooped at the thought. "Right.."

"I- I don't know yet. But, I'll end us before college."

I shrug. Their relationship isn't my business. Still, I hoped it ends well for the both of them.

After a moment of silence, Wendy finally queries impatiently,"Are we done here?,"

"I guess so." I discreetly pause the recording of our conversation. That was easier that I thought.

*BRIING..! RING RING!*

Wendy's phone suddenly rang.

"Who is it?"

Wendy ignored my question and answered the call. She walked past me and to a distance where their conversation was inaudible.

I decided not to be nosy since it was probably just between her and her dad or something. Meaning, it wasn't worth my time. I grab my bag and take my leave.

"Kenny, get your ass over here!," Wendy shouted in a worried tone.

Never-mind then, I don't take my leave. Instead, I quite literally, walk my ass over to Wendy.

"What?"

Wendy looked at me with horrified expression, she looked like she was about to cry.

"What happened?," I implore urgently. Wendy hands her phone to me while also turning away to give me and this person on the speaker space to talk.

Kyle's voice echoed through Wendy's iPhone speaker,"Kenny, dude, is that you?"

"Yeah, what happened?"

"You guys have to come to the hospital like, right now!"

"Wait, let me stop you right there-," I quickly interrupt before Kyle can continue. "Can you at least tell me why?," I entreat rather desperately.

"It's Stan, he-.. He did it again."