Friday, 1 August 2008
05:29:48 PM (GMT)
I just wanted to try out first-person. :3
I heard my best friend calling me. I ran up to her, grinning. Today, Friday, was the
day we watched movies at my house. Every Friday night we would act like girls, not
acting psychotic, not acting political, or anything.
"Wendy," she said, and instantly my face fell. The tone of her voice, the look on her
face...No, it couldn't be good. "Wendy, I'm afraid I have to postpone our movie night
See? Told you.
"Oh," I said quietly.
"Kyle asked me out on a date a few minutes ago, and I was so excited, I forgot all
about it," explained Bebe.
I shrugged. "We all forget sometimes...Sunday, can we?"
Bebe pondered the thought. "I'm going to have to check my schedule."
I wanted to say, "Why? Have another shopping spree to go on?" But I didn't. Instead,
I said, "Okay."
"Thanks for understanding," Bebe said, smiling warmly. Then she ran towards the
school, where Kyle was probably waiting for her.
"Gah!" I wanted to slap myself. I felt so guilty. That smile got me every time. I
stomped off, wondering what I was going to do that Friday.
And, wow, how deep in thought was I? Very deep, I assume, because I bumped into Stan.
We hadn't talked to each other, probably for months. I'll use the fact that we're not
together anymore as an excuse.
"Sorry, Stan," I apologized quickly, than passed him to who-knows-where.
"It's cold," I said to myself, looking up at the sky. "But...I'm not going to go home
yet," I whispered.
So...Where are you heading, self?
Screw you, self. I'm going to walk.
So I started walking around the park area, because when I felt that the walk was
over, I would sit down on a bench right outside the park. How convenient, right?
No, not really. Because Red, Heidi, Lizzy, Kelly, and Jessie hung around there. Is
that a weird group or what? And I thought I was on speaking terms with them all.
Well, I was wrong. Especially with Red.
I quietly passed them. It seemed that they were conversing, so I decided not to say
'hello' or anything.
"Wait," someone with a strong Southern accent said. "Wendy."
"Um, yeah?" I said, turning around on my heels.
Red approached me. Do you approach someone with clenched fists and a scowl and mean
well? Didn't think so, either.
She poked me with her index finger. "You had your chance."
I stared confusingly at her. "What?"
"You had your chance with Stan," she said.
Oh my God. Can I get through one day without someone pestering me about my
relationship with Stan? It's OVER. Capital O. Capital V. Capital E. Capital FUCKING
R! Need I write it on my forehead?!
"Yeah, so?" I said.
"SO?!" Red exclaimed, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "It is SO
obvious that you SO want him back!"
Yep. I do need to write it on my forehead.
"Sorry to disappoint you, Red," I said. "But it's over between Stan and me."
"Not what MY sources tell me," Red replied.
"Well, your sources are wrong! Very wrong!" I said, starting to get angry. "Why can't
people stop bitching about Stan and I?! Is there a new law that says people have to
remind others about their exes every single day?!"
"I am not bitching!" Red said.
"Yeah, she's not bitching," chimed in Heidi, Lizzy, and the others.
"Shut up," I told the echoes, and they scowled at me. "And, yes you are, Red" I told
Red gritted her teeth. "Don't call me Red! No man-stealers can call me that!"
"Whatever- Wait, Red- Rebecca. You're with Stan?!" I said. Wow, I'm stupid.
"Yes," she replied.
"Since...a month after you broke up."
"And you did not notice at all that I did not speak to Stan for the past couple of
months?" I scoffed, placing my hands on my hips.
"That only made it more suspicious," piped Kelly.
"Didn't I tell you to shut up?" I said exasperatedly, looking over Red's (or Rebecca,
whatever) shoulder to glare at the blonde girl. Then I looked back at Red/Rebecca/The
Bitch Who Falsely Accuses People.
"Don't talk to my friends like that!" she said. "You're talking to me!"
"Yeah, but they're talking to me!" I replied. Then I crossed my arms. "I should've
seen this coming."
"What? How?" she said curiously.
"I mean, when you looked up to Paris Hilton, and then went to Bebe's party, and you
had Stan pinned down..." My voice trailed off, and I thought back to the time when
(with Mr. Slave) I barged into that party. "Ewwwwww," I said, more immaturely than
In reply, that jerk smiled. "Oh, yeah," she said, remembering the moment.
"But he was so relieved when we interrupted, wasn't he?" I said.
"He didn't know anything back then."
"Yep-," I said sarcastically.
"And that's why you were together."
"WHAT?" I screamed.
"See?!" Red yelled instantly, pointing at me. "You do care!"
"Yes, I do! Not about Stan, but because you insulted me! Do not insult me or my past
She pushed me to the ground- hard. I must've slid back a few inches, because when I
looked at my hands, they hurt and burned and bled a bit. "Damn!" I exclaimed.
"Red?!" a voice said. Footsteps were heard running towards us.
"Stan!" Red said.
"What happened?!" Stan said.
Poor, sensitive Stan, I thought. You don't want to know. But it involves you,
Okay, that last word was pure sarcasm, I swear.
"Wendy fell," Red lied. "And we heard, so we came over." She stuck out a hand.
"No thanks," I said quietly, getting up myself. Wendy Testaburger is an independent
girl. As I got up, I tried to cover that I was in pain. But it obviously didn't work,
"Wendy, are you okay? You look like you're in pain," Stan said.
Damn, I thought.
"No, I'm not okay," I whispered.
"What?" Stan said.
"Yes, I'm fine. I have to go," I said quickly. "Bye, Stan. Rebecca. Ke-"
"Rebecca? Doesn't everyone call her Red?" Stan said.
Stan, why do you have to notice everything?! Okay, I may have exaggerated 'Rebecca' a
bit, but still!
"I think she's mad at me," Red said, trying to display her false innocence.
"No, I'm not." Gosh, when did Red and I become enemies? Possibly ever since Stan and
I were on a mission to acquire the real list of the boys ranked from cutest to
"Okay, then," Stan said. He didn't believe it, it was obvious.
I turned around and walked to the bench, which was on the opposite side of the park.
But, then, I turned around, walked to Red, slapped her across the face, and continued
walking towards the bench, leaving them all (especially Stan) shocked.
There's Red's lesson: Don't fuck with me.
When I reached the bench, I sat down and rested my head on the palms of my hands, and
blankly stared at the sidewalk in front of me.
"Today was so messed up," I told myself.
I felt a weight on the bench, and then turned to the other side of the bench. I
stared at the boy, silent.
"What do you want?" I said rudely.
"I just wanted to talk."
"What, you're little bitchy girlfriend not here to fight with me about you?"
By now you can guess who was sitting beside me.
"..Don't call her bitchy."
"Hm, did you say that when Kenny said that about me?" I said.
"What?" Stan said.
"You heard me. When Kyle, Kenny, Cartman, and Bebe were at your house, then Bebe
couldn't even finish her sentence, because Kenny interrupted, saying I was bitchy?"
"Why would Bebe-"
"Kyle brought her."
I nodded, and then looked back down at the sidewalk, my back hunched because my
elbows were rested on my thighs, and my cheeks resting on the palms of my hands. I
glanced at a car passing by.
"Well, I apologize for Red's behavior," Stan said sincerely.
"It's not from Red herself, and I know she wouldn't apologize to a man-stealer like
me. And after I called her bitchy, I'm pretty sure she wouldn't. But she'll be glad
that you defended her when you didn't for me," I told him. "But tell her..." I
gulped. "That I'm sorry."
"For what?" Stan said.
"Record this if you will," I said sarcastically.
Stan looked at me, confused.
Not the jokester, I assumed. I took a deep breath.
"Tell her I'm sorry for making her think I wanted you back. Tell her I'm sorry for my
attitude, for acting a bit immature. Tell her I'm sorry for any wrong I've done to
her. Tell her I hope she forgives me."
"Yeah, well, I don't like holding grudges."
"No, you don't. You like blasting people off into the sun."
"Don't push it, Stan!" I said, scowling.
"Sorry," he apologized. "But, aren't you going to apologize for slapping her?"
"No!" I yelled.
"Sorry," he repeated.
"It's all right," I sighed. "I'm just mad."
"At whom?" he asked.
"I don't know. I guess I'm just...mad," I said, and shrugged.
"You know," he said, and the way he said that made me look at him again. He smiled
and looked up at the stars. "Someone once said, 'Their love is written in the stars,
but the world conspires to keep them apart.'" He paused. "Or something like that."
I thought about those words. Was he possibly- Us? No...Impossible. "Wow, that's
beautiful, who said that?"
"I don't know, but whoever he is, he's a genius."
"Or she, Stan! Geez, you sexist bastard."
We smiled at each other.
"Oh, yeah," he said, laughing softly.
My name is Wendy Testaburger. And I learned something today. I'm a flawed girl.
But I like to flaunt what I have.