A South Park Pregnancy

Frat Party

*Wendy's POV*

Stan and I danced near the speakers. I could feel the babies kicking inside me. I liked to think they were dancing with us. 

"Have you seen Kyle in a while?" Stan yelled at me over the speakers. 

"No!" I yelled back. The last time I'd seen him was when he was going to get a drink. I hadn't really been too focused on keeping track of him. I could tell Stan was worried about him. I was a little worried, too. Ever since he'd found out Bebe was cheating on him, he'd been a little depressed. I'd seen him looking wistfully at Stan and I holding hands. I knew he didn't have feelings for me. He just wished he had someone to hold hands with, too. 

We danced for a little longer, and talked to a few people. Stan talked to Grace, Shelly's roommate, and I listened in, but there wasn't really much to do at a frat party when you weren't drinking. I got bored pretty quickly. 

I did enjoy watching all the drunk people making fools of themselves. The people-watching was pretty great. 

While Stan was talking to one of Shelly's guy friends, I turned to the staircase, and happened to see Shelly and Kyle walking down the stairs and rejoining the party. Her hair was a little knotted up in the back, and his face was a little flushed. Both had giddy smiles on their faces.

And I kind of figured it out. 

Kyle and Shelly fucked.