Play Pretend | South Park Style

Part 7

It's been a half hour since Kyle left. I was sitting on my bed, staring at the wall. I couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing, but I tried my best to push it aside, reminding myself that all this was was just two best friends playing a game. A stupid fucking game.

I ran my fingers through my hair. Why did I need to come up with this idea in the first place? And why did I think it would be a good idea to do this with Kyle? Out of everyone, why Kyle? My friend. My best friend.

This is going to ruin everything, isn't it? Jesus Christ, I should stop thinking. I stood up and headed over to the bathroom. Maybe a shower would help me feel better?

I turned the faucet on, it took a little bit for the water to heat up but it did eventually. I stripped out of my clothes and left them lying on the floor. Stepping into the shower, I hissed at the hot water touching my skin and quickly adjusted the temperature.

I'd let the now lukewarm water go through my hair, making its way down to my back and then to my ankles. I have to admit that this is kind of nice. Despite how dirty the shower was with strands of Shelly her hair in the corner and the filthy shower walls I still liked it.

Suddenly, I hear my phone buzz. My ringtone started playing, someone was calling me. Please let it be Kyle, maybe he wants to talk about what happened at the barn. I jumped out of the shower and almost slipped.

I couldn't care any less about my phone being held in my wet hand. 

Wendy. Wendy was calling me, I sighed and picked up the phone.

"Hey babe." I started.

"Hi! I was just checking in on how you were doing. I haven't seen you all day which is pretty unusual." She replied.

"Yeah, I'm sorry. I was with Kyle the entire day, he also came over today after school." I quickly turn off the shower and wrap a clean towel around my waist.

"Oh, cool! Did you two have a nice time?" She asked. My heart sank, I didn't know how to respond.

"Yep, we did." I ended up saying. We did have a great time until I had to fuck it up. "Could I come over? I miss you." I say, in reality, I just needed to get my mind off of everything.

"Sure, do I need to pick you up?" She asked.

"Yes, please." 

"Alright, I'll be there soon." She said before hanging up.

Weird. She usually tells me that she loves me before she hangs up, oh well. I shouldn't think much of it.

I quickly go to my room and get changed into a casual, comfortable, outfit. Just some baggy jeans with a hoodie.

After about 30 minutes I hear Wendy her car pull up and I rush downstairs.

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It's been what, about an hour or so since I've left Stan his house? And still nothing. No text, no call, absolutely nothing. I don't even know why I was expecting to hear from him, I just thought he might want to talk about what happened but I guess not.

I had already taken a shower. Right now, I am working on some homework while listening to Lana Del Rey to romanticize the experience a little. It's always more fun and relaxing that way. I lit a candle that was raspberry-scented earlier as well and now my room smells fresh as it is.

After I finished doing my homework, I put everything away and sat down on my bed while scrolling through social media. Instagram was always the most interesting for me, I love looking at reels because of how funny they are.

Suddenly, I felt my heart sink deep into the earth's core. I saw a picture on Stan his Instagram story of him and Wendy together. That's why he hasn't texted me or anything yet, great.

At first, I didn't understand why I felt this way, because I had no reason to. They are dating after all, so it wasn't any of my business to even bother them. So why does it hurt this much? 

I started thinking, thinking, and thinking. Trying to think of what could've possibly hurt me when I saw that picture. Did I feel replaced? Maybe. Did I want him to talk to me? Maybe, I don't know. Fuck.

Maybe I should just sleep it off and I'll feel better in the morning, that's what I usually do and it does work surprisingly. I turn off the lamp that was standing on my nightstand and lie down on my bed, wrapping the blanket around me. 

After what felt like ages, I finally fell asleep.

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"It's pretty late, why did you want to come over anyway?" Wendy asked me.

"Uhm, because you are my girlfriend? I always come over late and I told you that I missed you." I reply, is it just me or is she acting weird?

"Right, sorry. I forgot." She smiled nervously, then sat next to me on the couch.

I wrapped my arm around her and pulled her closer as we watched a movie together like we would usually do. "I love you," I say.

"Mhm!" Wendy smiled again and kissed my cheek. 

"Aren't you gonna say it back?" I asked.

"I'm sorry, I'm just tired Stan." She said, sighing. I could feel her become more distant as she pulled away from me.

"Right, sorry." Is all that was able to come out of my mouth. My throat felt dry and my stomach ached. I don't know if it was just me, but I noticed that everyone around me was acting distant. First Kyle, my best friend who I am pretending to date and now my girlfriend, Wendy.

What the fuck was going on? I feel like I'm going insane, why won't they just tell me what's going on?

"Wendy?" I softly nudge her arm.

She pauses the movie and turns her head to look at me, "yes?"

"Uhm, you still love me right?" I ask.

"Stan I don't need to say 'I love you' back every time. You know that I love you, so just drop it okay? I'm going to bed." She says, clearly annoyed. Wendy stood up and left the room, leaving me to sit on the couch questioning what on earth I did wrong.

I figured it would be better for me to go home. I took my jacket and left Wendy her house, closing the door behind me. Tears started forming in my eyes and rolling down my cheeks, I let out a loud sob before walking away.