I'M LIKE YOU ... AN OUTSIDER...

“so-” he took a deep breath in as he paused, placing his homework and pen down onto the bed and eventually turning himself towards her. “-i’ve been wanting to talk to you about something. i just wasn’t sure how to bring it up before. and to be honest, i don’t really know how to bring it up now. but i know i need to do something.” because if he didn’t, and it got worse, then he would feel like he was to blame. even if that wasn’t and wouldn’t be the case. but it wasn’t like she would be to blame either. no one would be. it would just be something that got out of hand that he knew about. “i noticed that you don’t really eat a lot, and when you do it’s like one spoonful, maybe not even that. which makes me wonder how you even manage to function the way that you do.” how she even had the energy to go about her day. but he wasn’t there to judge her, or even question her. he just wanted to understand what was going on. “so is everything okay? because this isn’t something i only just noticed, it happened a while back now. one day at school when we were sat in the cafeteria together. only these days you seem to eat even less than you were back then. and i get if you don’t wanna talk to me about this, you can tell me to shut up or back off but i’m worried about you.” and it wasn’t his usual ‘what are we’ or ‘are we breaking up’ worry. it had a deeper meaning. like he knew if he didn’t say anything, something bad could happen to her. and although he hadn’t been the best boyfriend in the past, he did care about her, and he did love her. so the thought of losing her for good, in a way that couldn’t be fixed? it caused a sense of anxiety that he didn’t even bear to mention.

She would never wish these feelings on anyone else. ' I use cigarettes and NoDoz to stay awake....' she says it, and it's one of the first times she's admitted it aloud, and she just hides her face in his chest. half out of shame, half because she finally got it off her chest.

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍: 𝒀𝒆𝒂𝒉 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍.. 𝑰 𝒈𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆, 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚?

#aeropistol: an indie south park oc, loved by kenny.

"if anyone, and i mean anyone asks where you got this... don't tell them it was me. i mean it, wends." a bag is slung over his shoulder, the contents something that only he and wendy knew. the closer it got to their first performance, the heavier the air became. the two of them were becoming nigh inseparable at this point, the lies of practicing lines often the excuse. "please."

“am i supposed to know what a heathers is?” he asked with his brows furrowed, and found himself leaning against his locker without breaking the contact their hands continued to make. “and why the drama club is performing it?” and what it had to do with anything? because as much as he loved her, and tried his best to understand her mind and how it worked, he wasn’t exactly a wendy whisperer. it was why he got it so wrong on so many occasions, and why in the past they fell out more than they were together. “i don’t know.” was it even worth it? going through it all over again? even if they did find friends or acquaintances who wouldn’t go behind his back and betray him. “i don’t think anything will take my mind off it, and right now i don’t exactly want to think about pulling some other shit on him. what if kenny finds out from someone else? and then tells on me all over again? what if kenny is just too loyal to the asshole who treats him like absolute shit rather than the friend who actually treats him like one.”

❛ Listen, McCormick is... not someone I talk to a lot, but -- out of the three of you, he is the one Cartman treats less like shit. If we do this, we'd have to make it clear that Kenny can't know, he clearly is suffering from some sort of Stockholm Syndrome. ❜ she couldn't understand Kenny, maybe because Cartman had basically made it his mission to ruin her life, her confidence, how many times that bastard had made her feel small, so yeah, she was all on board to get rid of him. ❛ I know Kyle and Bebe wouldn't tell a soul, they both hate Cartman as much as we do. ❜

“it’s not like any of it matters now anyway. cartman went straight to the principal and ratted on me. so my whole big idea of framing him is out the window. and all because i trusted the one person i thought would be on my side.”

❛ The drama club is performing heathers this year... ❜ a very innocent expression on her face, as her hand held his, most people would be a bit alarmed that their boyfriend wanted to frame their classmate, but Wendy just felt more in love. After all, she had her own past with schemes, especially those involving Eric Cartman. What could she say? Stan Marsh being political and stuff had always been here thing. ❛ I'm sure we could recruit some new members, get your mind off it. I think Kyle would be interested, the New Kid, Bebe. Lots of people who want nothing to do with Cartman. ❜

he shrugged, hand running through messy blue hair as he glanced over to wendy. smoke drifted from his lips, another drag of a cigarette he definitely didn't need. "what's to credit, wends?" a roll of his shoulders as he leaned against the wall. "i'm fucked. might as well be proud of it, right?"

❛  Everyone is fucked, we grew up in South Park. ❜ she turned towards the other, a gentle smile on her face as she pulled out her own cigarette. One of the only ways she was able to get through college at the moment. ❛  But that doesn't mean you're not one of the few good ones around here. ❜

[ TEXT : STAN ❤️🤎] You could come around? and tell Kenny the next time he gives you shitty lines - it'll be his head on a spike. ;)