Why Do I Love You so Much(Style South Park)

Chapter8:Memories

  A couple months later~

   It's been 2 mouths since Wendy broke up with me. We only talked when we had to. It's given me time to think, about adult stuff. I mean it's almost the end of the year and then I'm a senior. Then after that I'm a adult, then a middle aged dork, and then a old man, and after that I'm dead.

   All that being said I still like Wendy. But I've tried my best to put that in the past. Has it worked? Mostly. I've tried my best to bury the feeling and things that remind me of our relationship. I still have the cologne I bought for our dates. I've tried to throw it away multiple times but my hands wouldn't let go, and neither can I. 

    Wendy seems more driven now, and I mean even more then she was. She has glasses now because she messed up her eyes from reading as much as she has. I mean it's neither of our faults about how we've ended up. She broke up with me because of the Skankhunt thing. After I found that out, its made me feel so much better. But what still makes me sad is, why haven't we gotten back together? I think we still like each other, guess not. 

  If there's 1 good thing to take away from this is that me Kyle are closer. We hang out almost every day. He's also been getting prettier. Even though when I really look at him he still looks the same. But he just looks prettier. I'm hanging up some pictures we took at a amusement park. 

"Stan!"

Randy calls.

"What?"

I ask.

"Someone's here for you!"

I sigh and put the pictures down. I walk downstairs and pass Randy walking into his bedroom. I get to the living room. I walk to the door. I stop and so does my heart and breathing. Wendy's standing in the doorway dripping wet. 

"Wendy it's pouring out why are you here?"

"We really need to talk about something."

I nod still wide eyed, "lemme just grab a towel."

   I'm really trying to contain my shock and sadness. I've spent months getting over her and now she's standing my doorway ruining it all, by making me hopeful. I grab a towel and put it on the couch so she can sit down. She sighs and looks at me.

Her glasses are foggy and she's shivering, "I need to tell you something."

"Ok."

"Ive wanted to tell you this for a while, and it's the reason we aren't together."

"I thought the reason was skankhunt?"

Now I'm really sad.

She shakes her head, "No thats the reason I had to break up with you. There's a reason we haven't gotten back together."

I nod slowly.

"Ok so I've been trying to figure myself out, and I've found out I like girls."

I feel my eyes widening. She looks at me with a scared expression.

"Oh god Stan please don't hate me."

She puts her face in her hands.

"No, I don't hate you. I feel  you."

She looks up, "What do you mean you feel me?"

Why did I say that. I look away but she pulls my face back. 

"Stan, what do you mean."

"It just means I Support you."

She doesn't look convinced in the slightest. But I cant tell her, I can barely even tell myself. 

"How'd you find out?"

 I ask to hopefully distract her.

"Oh well I ran into Red and it just kinda happened. We dated for a week but it was really nice."

I look down teary eyed.

"So I didn't do anything wrong?"

"No, you were an amazing boyfriend. And I still love you, just not in the same way anymore."

"I-I understand," I choke out.

She hugs me I hug back. I really hate how sensitive I can be sometimes. She pulls away. 

"Like any broke up couple when one turns out to be gay, wanna be friends again?"

I laugh, "Yea, that'd be fun."

She smiles, "I should go home now," she gets up, "I'll see you tomorrow!"

"See you tomorrow.."

She leaves and I see her headlights turn of and pull out the driveway. I'm really glad that's happy. And that I wasn't a bad boyfriend. 

  The next day

   I got a car, like a month ago. So I drive to school everyday. With Butters. I felt bad because because his parents wouldn't buy him a car. I park on the side of the road and text Butters that I'm here. After a couple minutes he runs out. 

"Hey Stan!"

"Hey butters."

He looks at me with a knowing expression.

"You look sad."

"I do," I say as I start to drive.

"You know Stan, you should feel happy."

"Why Butters, why the fuck should I be happy?"

I ask him annoyed.

"Because you feel this sad, the only way you'd feel this bad is if there was something good before. Like you and Wendy were really happy. But now you guys are apart and now your sad, that's good. So you had something good and you should treasure that,"

I stay silent taking in his words. It's true, if I didn't really love Wendy then I wouldn't care. I look at Butters.

"Thanks Butters."

He nods, "You needed to hear that, I didn't want you turning into a pussy goth kid."

                

 I just realized that theres no chapter 4.. you didn't miss a chapter it's just me messing up counting to 4. Only the start of the chapter is like memories but I just thought I could use it a bit. I think it's works. I also realize I'm updating this to much, but I'm just having so much fun writing this. But I think the updates are gunna get slower because my grades are already going down and I have a algebra test on Tuesday and I have no idea how to do it so I need a break for school.