Just a Feeling

twenty one

STAN'S POV

The red, blue, and green lights were coming down from the ceiling and on to the floor.

It was the annual South Park Elementary School Dance.

Everyone was dancing with each other, laughing, and talking.

I walked into the dance alone.

I didn't have Kyle or Kenny, and I assume fatass doesn't like me right now either.

I decide to text Wendy.

To Wendy: Where r u?

I know she most likely won't answer right away so I walk over to a table and sit down by myself which was pretty boring.

I spot Kyle, Kenny, and Cartman walking in, I wave to them smiling, but then frowning realizing they weren't my friends anymore.

I sit back and sigh.

"Why are you here alone?" A voice says startling me, I turn around to find Butters.

"Oh hey, Butters," I say, "Just sitting here waiting for Wendy." I turn on my phone, no reply.

"Oh, well why aren't you with them?" He says pointing to Kyle, Cartman, and Kenny.

Kenny was dancing with Heidi Turner, Kyle was just talking to Kevin Stoley and Cartman, being the asshole he is, was sitting down eating while extending his leg to trip girls as they walk by.

"Uh, we aren't on good terms right now," I confess.

"Wait, really? Why?" Butters says sitting down interested in my drama.

"Well, Kyle and Kenny said that Wendy is totally making this up, like she doesn't like me at all apparently. So I called the liars," I say.

Butters blinks once and then says, "Well, Stan I'm gonna say this to you because I care about you. You can believe what you want but don't you think Wendy is coming with a lot of...baggage?" 

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, she has her entourage that follows her everywhere--"

"Well her 'entourage' and her aren't really on good terms either," I cut him off.

"Stan, listen to me! I just think that ever since you've been head over heels for Wendy, it's driven a wedge between you and your real friends," He says not very confidently.

It's like he's waiting for me to say something, and I am.

"What do you mean 'real friends'? Wendy is my friend! She cares and listens to me," I say furrowing my eyebrows.

"T-That's great, Stan. It's just I'm talking about your friends that has been by your side since day 1--"

"Whatever, Butters," I say rolling my eyebrows, "First Kyle and Kenny, now you! Unbelievable--"

I turn to see Wendy walk in.

She's wearing a magenta dress to match her beret and her hair was curled. 

She looked stunning.

"Stan please, please listen to me--"

"I gotta go," I say and walked over to Wendy.

"Hey Wendy," I greet.

"Hey..." She looks uncomfortable.

Bebe was next to her and she just exchanges looks.

"You look stunning," I tell her.

"Thanks," She says and keeps looking behind me.

I turn around, "Is there something behind me?"