Random and slightly pointless introduction: ...I don't even like Wendy... I wrote this a really long time ago. I just brought it out, and edited it a little, and VOILA! I'm on my tenth story. Yay, double digits! I must be really, really awesome! ...Okay, not really, but I'm awesome for other reasons.

Please review, and tell me if I should continue this one.

If I do, I'll bring some girls other than Wendy into the story.

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Stan Marsh sat in his Lit class and sighed. It was so boring! The minutes dragged on endlessly. He just wanted the day to be over so he could bring Wendy to the movies. They weren't an official, exclusive couple anymore, but they still dated a little. They both had decided that they didn't want to be forced with each other, since it hadn't worked before. But they were going on a date tonight and, so far, Stan hadn't even thought of dating anyone else. Just Wendy.

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Wendy waited outside, sitting in the grass. Stan seemed to be taking a really long time. She wondered what could be keeping him. Then he ran out of the school building in a hurry and gave her a sweet smile.

"Hey, Wendy. Sorry it took so long. The teacher wanted to talk to me," Stan panted.

"What about?" she replied curiously.

Stan shrugged. "The talent show. I'm not sure how, but she knows about me guitar playing and singing so she wants me to be in the talent show. Apparently no one signed up this year or something like that."

"Oh, that's cool. And a little creepy. Kind of like she's stalking you or something."

"Yeah, I wouldn't put that past her... Well, let's go." He reached down and helped Wendy up off the grass. She smiled and they walked to the movies together.

Halfway through the movie, Stan leaned over and kissed Wendy tenderly on the lips.

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Wendy walked back to her house, after insisting that Stan didn't have to walk her home. He had finally given up, complaining a little. Wendy was daydreaming about the way Stan's lips had felt against he own lips, when a voice startled her.

"Hey, Wendy..."

She turned sharply and gave a sigh of relief. "Oh, hey, Kenny, it's just you. You surprised me."

Kenny flashed a charming smile. "Just me?" he chuckled. "So, how have you been?"

Wendy looked at him. "I've been better."

Kenny had most of the girls at their high school swooning at his feet, and it never ceased to amaze her how much attention he gave her. Kenny pushed a lock of hair out of Wendy's face and gazed at her. "That's normally when you would ask me how I am," he murmured.

"H-how are you?" she stuttered, captivated by his stare. She almost started to hyperventilate from the intensity of it.

"I'm wonderful..." he purred calmly. He suddenly slipped his arms around Wendy's waist, pulling her close. She might have protested if she hadn't been caught in his electric blue eyes. He coiled a bit of her long, black hair around his finger and smiled. "Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are, Wendy?" he breathed.

"Has any ever told you how amazing your eyes are, Kenny?" she murmured back.

Kenny grinned. "Actually, I get that a lot."

He was getting unfairly gorgeous by the second. He was tall, and a bit muscular. He wasn't exactly tan, but he wasn't pale either. Most of the girls liked his messy, blond hair. He was basically the heart-throb of the grade. Many of the guys hated him for the attention he got from the girls.

He wrapped his arms tighter around Wendy's slender waist. "I mean it though, Wendy. You're stunning." He leaned down and kissed her softly. His lips felt warm against hers.

He ran his fingers through her hair and slowly pulled away. His hand slid down her arm gracefully before he walked away. "Bye, Wendy," he said without looking back.

Her knees felt weak as she watched him leave. "Bye, Kenny..."

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The next day at school went by uneventfully, except Bebe was throwing herself all over Kenny, and he, for once, didn't react very much at all. That confused a lot of people, but no one thought much of it. They all just assumed that Kenny wasn't in the mood to make out with Bebe behind the school, like he normally would.

Wendy was walking back home from school, secretly hoping that Kenny might come and walk her home again.

"Hey, Wendy! Wait up!"

Wendy turned, thinking it would be Stan or Kenny, but instead, the tall, green-eyed, red-haired, thin Kyle was running up behind her. "Oh, uh, hi... Kyle..."

Kyle gave a shy and- was that guilt Wendy saw?- smile. "Hi... Could I, umm, walk you home?"

Normally, Wendy would've politely declined, like she does to everyone but Kenny, since she could never be able say no to Kenny. But she was so caught off guard that she just said, "Uhh, sure, I guess..."

Kyle smiled again and started to walk with her. Every once in a while, they would glance at each other, Wendy in bewilderment, and Kyle in nervousness.

Wendy stopped walking. "Well, umm, this is my house so... I guess... I'll see you tomorrow."

Kyle didn't respond for a couple seconds. He bit his lip, looking a bit anxious and a bit regretful. "Um, Wendy?"

"Yeah?"

"Well, I-I was wondering... You know, since you and Stan aren't an official couple or anything... Do you, um, want to go get some pizza or something tomorrow?" His eyes flashed and his gaze flickered from side to side when he said Stan's name, as if his black-haired best friend would appear out of nowhere and get mad at him.

Wendy blinked in shock and didn't say anything a couple of seconds. "Sure..."

Kyle's eye's glowed with guilt, but he gave a grin. "Cool! So, bye then." He paused a second and kissed Wendy on the cheek before blushing and walking away quickly.

Wendy touched her cheek lightly with her fingertips and smiled dreamily. But she couldn't get it off her mind that three guys that were best friends had all kissed her within twenty-four hours. She bit her lip and tried to ignore how bad that sounded. Even though she really liked having three guys that liked her.