Supalonely .:Staig:.

One More Time

One year ago

Wendy approached me clad in a purple hat, my varsity jacket, a purple blouse, and a yellow skirt that stopped an inch or two above her knee. She was the very definition of beauty despite how often she hurt me. Her black hair, straight and hip length, swayed from side to side as she walked. When she stopped, she placed a hand, small and pale, on my arm and smiled sweetly.

"Hey, Stan," she chirped while her other hand found its way to my chest, fingering at the front of my shirt. "I missed you, lovebug."

"I missed you, too, cupcake," I said playing with her choice of nicknames this afternoon.

"So, I need to talk to you," she said as she brought her hand up to cup the back of my neck, toying with the baby hairs.

"Okay, what is it?"

Her hands moved away from me entirely and her eyes fell to the floor, all playfulness gone. I could tell something was wrong because she never wore my jacket at school and she never called me lovebug, ever. I tried to prepare myself for the worst but I wasn't ready for it.

"Stan, I don't think I can carry on this charade anymore. I love you but not like a girlfriend should, like a friend should," she replied as gingerly as she could. "I want you to have a good life and to take care of yourself, but you deserve someone that actually will love you in ways I don't. I'm sorry. We're over."

I watched her slide the jacket off her shoulders and it was suddenly in my arms. I was frozen in place. The world was spiraling in a complete 360 and I couldn't stop it. It was like I was there but I wasn't.

By the time I came to, my blue eyes were searching the bedroom I had found sanctuary inside; Kyle Broflovski's. My redheaded friend walked into the bedroom with two plates piled with pizza, drinks in his arms, and napkins between his lips. He sat the plates and sodas down with a tiny sigh.

"You okay, dude? When I found you, you were outside my house asking where Wendy was, why she broke up with you, why she didn't love you like you loved her. I spoke to Wendy on the phone, she offered to take care of you, but I told her no I got it," he explained.

I stared down at the cheese pizza with green peppers and mushrooms then shook my head. "All I remember is her telling me she didn't love me like a girlfriend should, and then...that's it. I'm here. At least I didn't get hurt."

"Yeah, dude, fuck her. You can find a way better chick that will give a shit about you. I guarantee it," Kyle said rubbing the back of my neck with care.

I don't think I want to date another girl right now, I thought to myself as I shoved a slice of grease-ridden pizza between my lips.

That night I cried with Kyle on and off, played video games, and ate so much pizza until my stomach felt like it would burst at any given time. I knew Wendy was trying to spare me but she just hurt me for the nth time and I knew it was over.

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Present day

I waited at my locker for Craig like he had said, no, whispered in my ear. I felt so weird waiting for this guy because I didn't have to do this. We were going to go to his house to work on our project more but I could tell him no. We could just go to my house, but I didn't want to. I wanted that privacy. It was strange.

Something about the way Craig did look at me sent a million thoughts through my mind. What would Tweek say? Not that it mattered since Tweek wasn't Craig's boyfriend anymore. They broke up at the beginning of senior because Tweek was wanting some space and time to himself. Tweek ended up finding a boyfriend at the school; Pete. It was fucking weird but whatever. Whatever kept the highly addicted to caffeine boy pleased in times where another was attracted to his tall, stoic ex-boyfriend.