Yo guys sorry for my long absence and never updating my style story. I've had writers block on that story for months so I decided to write a Kendy fic because there isn't enough about them. Anyways I hope you enjoy this and I'll try to update it regularly. I probably won't do any more author notes because I don't like writing them but thanks for reading :)

Eric Cartman was throwing a raging New Year's Eve party. Ms. Cartman was out of town so he seized the opportunity to throw a New Year's Eve bash that would last from when the sun went down to when it rose the next morning. Naturally he had invited everyone in the town and naturally everyone had shown up. People would be talking about this party for weeks and weeks to come.

Kenny McCormick was at Cartman's party, of course, doing what he did best: trying to get laid. He had only been there an hour and he had already gotten turned down by countless girls and guys alike. He had also learned the hard way that going up to a girl and saying, "I'm not weatherman but you can be expecting a few inches tonight," was not the right way to go about things when Red slapped him.

Kenny hated being at at this party and knowing he could get laid, but not actually getting laid. Everyone was here, he figured there had to be at least one person that would sleep with him. He walked down the hall and Bebe passed, he figured he'd try one last time before he desperately gave up.

As Kenny walked by Bebe he raised to give her a high five. Bebe happily obliged. After Kenny had high fived her her brought his hand back down and slapped her ass. Bebe stopped and turned around to Kenny, "Someone's a fiesty one." She smirked and rested her arms around Kenny's neck, stepping off to the side of the hallway.

Kenny grinned and shrugged, "What can I say? You've got one fine ass."

Bebe chuckled and stepped closer to Kenny, pressing her body up against his. Bebe got close to Kenny's ear, "Thanks, babe." She whispered softly, letting her eyes flutter shut.

Kenny smirked, "How about we get a room and finish this year off with a bang?"

Bebe ran her long red nails softly down Kenny's neck before resting her hands on his chest. "Maybe later, but I have to enjoy this party right now." She looked up at Kenny and smiled cheekily. "But I'm sure you'll know where to find me." Bebe winked as she turned with a flip of her hair and disappeared into the crowd.

Kenny slumped against the wall, letting out a sigh. Bebe was totally hot and highly fuckable in Kenny's mind, but she wasn't always easy to get. He knew it was probably a long shot from the beginning. Kenny shoved his hands in his orange jacket's pockets and stalked down the hallway. He figured someone had some crazy new drug he could try to at least make this night a little more interesting.

Soon he found himself at the back of Cartman's house next to Craig and Clyde who were making out without a care in the world. Kenny glanced at them and it only made him wish for some action himself. He stared out at Cartman's backyard, it was dimly lit with only one flickering light. Kenny decided to step outside for a smoke and to get away from all the noise.

Once he was outside he leaned against the house and pulled out his pack of cigarettes and his dark blue lighter that never left his side. He light up a cigarette and took a long drag off of it, closing his eyes. "Kenny?" A voice asked, making him jump and nearly drop his cig.

"Jesus Christ, you scared me..." He turned to where the voice had came from. He squinted, he couldn't make who it was, so they stepped into the light. "Wendy?" He questioned.

"The one and only." She replied, laughing weakly. She moved a strand of long black hair away from her face as she looked at Kenny.

"Wendy Testaburger." Kenny repeated, taking another long drag. "I didn't expect to see you here." He commented.

Wendy put her hands on her hips, "What's that supposed to mean?" She asked, narrowing her eyes.

Kenny chuckled, "Oh come on. Everyone knows you hate parties like these." He pointed out.

Wendy crossed her arm. "Not everyone, apparently Stan doesn't know. He made me come here."

"So you thought hanging out in the dark would be the best option?" Kenny asked with a light laugh. He dropped his cigarette on the ground and put it out with his foot.

Wendy sighed, "I supposed that is kind of stupid of me. I just didn't want to socialize with anyone." She put her hands in the pockets of her purple jacket and looked down at her brown boots.

"Why did you come if you didn't want to?" Kenny questioned.

Wendy let out an even more exasperated sigh. "Stan made me. He said it would be fun and all this other stuff and I couldn't say no. Now I'm stuck here because he's my ride."

"Why didn't you just tell him you didn't want to go?" Kenny laughed and glanced over at Wendy.

"I couldn't say no to him." Wendy explained. In Kenny's mind it made perfect sense to turn someone down but for Wendy it seemed rude.

Kenny shook his head, "Do you always let people walk all over you like that?"

"I'm not letting him walk all over me." Wendy insisted, crossing her arms.

"You guys have been dating for like two years, isn't not telling each other how you feel bad or some shit?" Kenny questioned, looking over at Wendy in the darkness. Wendy shuffled around and looked down at the snow.

"Probably." She mumbled in agreement. She uncrossed her arms and began playing with a strand of her long ebony hair. Her and Stan had been going through a rough patch, but it wasn't like Wendy was going to start spilling her guts to Kenny.

Kenny rolled his eyes. "I haven't talked to Stan for awhile." He admitted, looking out at the snow covered yard.

"Really? I thought you guys were like best friends."

Kenny shrugged his shoulders. "I stopped hanging around him when he started drinking so much and he's so sad all the time. Kyle was going to too, but he wanted to help him, you know?"

Wendy looked away from Kenny. "Yeah, he drinks way too much for a seventeen year old."

Kenny nodded in agreement. He hated being around drunk people, it reminded him too much of his parents and how he never wanted to turn out like them.

"Can I ask you something?" Wendy asked softly.

"Sure."

"Should I break up with Stan?" Wendy questioned.

Kenny laughed, "I can't answer that! You have to do whatever makes you happy."

Wendy crossed her arms. She didn't know what to do. "It's just his drinking and him dragging me to this party tonight..." She trailed off.

"If you want to end it, then do it. I mean Kyle still has hope Stan will change, but I don't think people really ever change." Kenny grabbed out his pack of cigarette and lit up another one. Wendy crinkled her nose up in disgust, Kenny glanced at her. "You want one?" He asked, offering her a cigarette. He couldn't see her disgusted expression in the darkness.

Wendy decided to just move on and not answer him. "It's just going to be hard to break up with him, I mean, we have been dating for two years." She started pacing with her hands back in her pockets.

Kenny stuck his pack of cigarettes back into his pocket and watched her walk in circles. "Can't you talk about this with like Bebe or something? I'm really not good at relationships." He had never been able to hold down a relationship for more than a few weeks at a time. Kenny got bored very quickly and he didn't believe in love. All of his relationships had been for the sex and as soon as the other person fell in love he jumped ship.

"Neither is Bebe." Wendy pointed out, she stopped her pacing. "I guess I'm going to have to think about it."

Kenny grinned, "I knew you would have to think about it."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Wendy raised an eyebrow.

"You never just do anything." Kenny pointed out, "You always gotta think about it." Even when Kenny was a quiet kid it wasn't like he wasn't present. He had sat next to Wendy basically every year of elementary school and had classes with her all throughout middle and high school. Kenny wouldn't call them friends but he definitely knew they were something.

"I just do stuff sometimes." She insisted, "Name five things you would do without thinking that I wouldn't do."

Kenny thought for a moment, "Stay up all night-"

"I couldn't just stay up all night, I have things to do the next day." Wendy started, then she glanced at Kenny. "Sorry, go on."

Kenny shook his head, "Smoke, cut my hair, skinny dip and dine and dash."

"You're telling me you would dine and dash without thinking?" She questioned.

Kenny nodded, "Me and my brother used to do it all the time before he moved to Denver."

Wendy just sighed, "I guess you're right. I can't be spontaneous like you."

Kenny finished his cigarette and dropped it on the ground. "I guess you're right."

"I'm going to go back in and at least try to enjoy this party." Wendy was starting to get cold, at least inside it would be nice and toasty with all the people stuffed in the house.

Kenny smiled, "If you need to leave you can find me and I'll give you a ride. I don't have a reason to be here." He offered. He knew the chance of getting laid was slim to none and he didn't drink which was cause for a lot of awkward standing around. Kenny wasn't even sure why he showed up to the party in this first place.

"Thanks, Kenny." Wendy smiled and opened the door, walking back inside.

Kenny stood outside for a moment longer. He figured he had to at least stay until midnight, if he left before the new year without a valid reason everyone would ask him what was up. He sighed deeply as he turned to go back inside, he figured he could find something to do for the next five hours.

"Come on Wendy you have to come dance with me." Bebe insisted, grabbing Wendy's hand and trying to pull her off the couch. "All you've done is mope around."

"I'm not moping." Wendy stated calmly, pulling her hand back.

Bebe played her hands on her hip. "Well, what's going to cheer you up?"

Wendy smiled weakly and looked up at Bebe. "I'm just trying to make it to midnight."

Bebe rolled her eyes and sighed dramatically. "Come on, don't you want to like spend time with Stan or something."

Wendy quirked an eyebrow, she had a scarcely seen Stan since they had gotten to the party. "He's probably drunk off his ass."

Bebe waved a hand dismissively, making the many bracelets on it jingle. "Fuck that Wendy, everyone is drunk here." She extended an arm and Wendy sighed, taking it. Bebe pulled her off the couch and began walking through the crowd of people, tugging Wendy behind her.

She pulled her up the stairs and then knocked on the first door they came too. When there was no response she opened it and pulled Wendy in. "Wait here and I'll go get Stan." Bebe beamed and left before Wendy could protest.

After she was gone Wendy turned around and sighed. She had ended up in Cartman's room. Knowing him, he's probably have a fit if he knew people were in his room. She walked over to his bed and sat down on it. At least I don't have to interact with anyone, she thought to herself as she laid back on the bed. She let her eyes shut as she listened to the slightly muffled music that was blaring from downstairs.

The door opened and Wendy quickly sat up. Stan and Bebe were standing in the door way. "Have fun you two." Bebe giggled and winked before disappearing down the hall.

Stan closed the door and walked over to Wendy, sitting down next to her on the bed. "Bebe pulled me away from karaoke." He laughed lightly and then turned to face Wendy.

Wendy smiled, "Sorry, she set this up all by herself." She informed him.

Stan put an arm around Wendy and pulled her close. "I figured."

Wendy rested her head on Stan's shoulder. She let her eyes close for a moment and let out a soft sigh. "Have you been drinking tonight?" She asked him.

"Wendy..." Stan started, he thought for a moment about how he should word it. "It's a party, everyone's drinking." He added a laugh at the end, he retracted his arm from around Wendy and put it in his pocket.

"I hate it when you drink." Wendy stated. She really did too, she couldn't deal with his mood swings. Stan already had a dark cloud over him most days but when he was drunk he was even more of a blackhole of sadness and self loathing.

Stan shrugged, "It's not that bad." He reasoned with her. He had noticed his friends drifting away from him though, the only people that had stuck by him were Wendy and Kyle, but even they had a breaking point.

"Stan," Wendy took a deep breath in, "I think we-"

Stan quickly realized where this was going and he didn't hesitate to interrupt. "Can I tell you something real fast?" He asked in a desperate attempt to hold her attention. Wendy didn't reply so he continued. "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me."

"Stan-" Wendy started again.

"No, Wendy, listen. I don't know what I would do without you, I wouldn't be able to live without you." Stan continued, "I love you so much Wendy and I'm so happy that we're together."

Wendy looked away and then quickly stood up. "I can't do this anymore. You always guilt me into staying with you and I'm done, Stan."

"Wendy-"

"No." Wendy started firmly, she felt tears prick her eyes but she wasn't going to let Stan see her cry. "I'm not doing this anymore."

Stan stood and quickly pulled her into a hug. "Wendy please, I love you. I can change."

Wendy let a tear fall but quickly wiped it away. She felt her heart break as she realized that she was ending the longest relationship of her life. "But you won't." Her voice quivered as she quickly pulled away from him. "Just leave me alone."

She turned and opened the door, stepping out into the hallway. She almost crashed directly into Bebe, who was chatting up Kyle, or trying too. Kyle had his back pressed against the wall as Bebe was talking to him. She had had a crush on him since elementary school but no matter how hard she tried Kyle always rebuffed her affections.

When Wendy walked out of the room Bebe turned to her, giving Kyle time to leave unnoticed. "Done so soon?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.

Wendy laughed nervously, she didn't want to talk about the break up with anyone. "Yeah, I guess so."

Bebe frowned, "What's going on?"

Wendy forced a smile. "Nothing, come on. Let's go enjoy the rest of the party."

Bebe and Wendy walked downstairs together. "I'm going to get something to drink, you want anything Wendy?" Bebe asked as she pointed in the direction of the kitchen. Wendy shook her head as Bebe walked off.

Wendy sighed and glanced around the party. She felt awkward and out of place surrounded by all the drunk people falling all over each other. Besides feeling out of place she was also upset about breaking up with Stan. They had been on and off before but this time she wanted it to stay off forever. She just wanted to go home. She wondered if Kenny would still be willing to give her a ride.

The living room was blasting with music. Wendy looked up to see who was singing a bad rendition is Never Gonna Give You Up and to her surprise it was Cartman and Kenny. When the song was over Cartman and Kenny high-fived as everyone clapped and cheered them on. Wendy smiled as she watched them, she was clapping as well.

Kenny glanced over in Wendy's direction and smiled to himself because she seemed to enjoying the party. He made his way over to her through the crowd. "Hey, looks like you're enjoying the party a little more now." He said with a laugh.

Wendy rolled her eyes, "I was actually coming to see if you'd still be willing to take me home."

Kenny frowned, "It's that bad, huh?"

Wendy just kind of shrugged and felt a wave of sadness wash over her. She put the hands in the pockets of her purple coat which she had never bothered to take off. Kenny knew something was bothering get but he decided not to say anything, "I can take you home." He said.

Wendy smiled slightly and looked up at him. "Thanks, Kenny."

Kenny motioned for her to follow and the waded through the crowd of people until they got to the front door. When the stepped outside they were hit with a burst of freezing cold air. "Fuck, it's cold tonight." Kenny mumbled. He lead Wendy down the street and around the corner to where he had parked his old beat up pickup truck.

Wendy and him climbed inside and Kenny started his truck. When it started up Judas Priest began blasting through the stereo. Kenny quickly fumbled to turn it off, "Sorry, I'm not used to having anyone else in here."

"Judas Priest," she commented as she looked at the display on the CD player.

"When I got this car from my dad he left the CD in and I never bothered to take it out." He explained. He actually enjoyed the music too, but he didn't want to take the time to explain to Wendy why he liked heavy metal music, no one could seem to wrap their mind around it anyways.

Wendy nodded and they sat in silence for a moment. The inside of Kenny's truck smelt like cigarettes and like the blue evergreen tree air fresher he had hanging around the rearview mirror. "Wait, Kenny, you know that list of things you said if beer do?" Kenny nodded in response as he started driving towards Wendy's house. "I want to do them all before midnight tonight."

Kenny laughed and glanced over at Wendy. "Oh, you're being serious." He stopped the car in the middle of the road. "Listen, you don't have to prove anything to me. I was just being dumb-"

"No, I actually want to do it." Wendy insisted. "Wasn't one of them cut my hair, let's cut it."

Kenny raised an eyebrow, "You really want to get it cut?" He questioned. Her long hair reached all the way down to her ass, Kenny thought it would be a shame to cut it all off.

"I want you to cut it for me."

"You know I'll fuck it up." Kenny pointed out.

"Yeah? But it'll grow back. Also if it's really bad I can go to a salon after the holidays and get it fixed." She dismissed. "Come on, it'll be fun."

"If you really want to." Kenny shrugged, "We have to go buy scissors though."

Wendy smiled, "Great, let's go get them."

Wendy wasn't sure where she had gotten this sudden burst of spontaneous engery but she figured it was from breaking up with Stan. At the moment she felt like nothing could knock her down further than she was and she was ready to try anything. That's why she was going to let Kenny cut her hair in the middle of the night in the dark Walmart parking lot.

The pair had ran into Walmart and bought a pair of scissors before walking back outside. "Are you sure you want me to do this?" Kenny asked one last time.

Wendy took off her hat and ran a hand through her long hair. "I'm ready for it to go." She stated confidently.

Kenny ran his hand through her hair like a couple times. "How long?" He asked.

"Like to my shoulders." Wendy shrugged.

Kenny started cutting her hair at shoulder length, letting it fall in the snow on the ground below. When he was done he thought it didn't look half bad, it wasn't exceptional or anything, but it wasn't a train wreck. "It's done." He chimed as he stood back to look at her hair.

Wendy ran her hand through her newly short hair. "Shit, it feels so light." She put her hat back on her head. "How does it look?"

Kenny shrugged, "It's not the worst I could've done, you look good with short hair."

She smiled, "Thanks, and thanks for cutting it. It's like my hair symbolized my old life, but I'm ready to move on." She looked down at her hair in the snow. "But, sorry, you probably don't want to hear about that." She laughed as she walked to the side of the truck and hoped inside.

Kenny walked around and got in the drivers side. "What makes you think I don't want to hear about what you're thinking?" He questioned.

Wendy laughed, "It's just no one really cares about that stuff, it's not you personally."

Kenny rolled his eyes. "Well, I'd love to hear whatever you have to say."

Wendy looked at him in disbelief. She only knew Kenny as the guy who loved to get laid and smoked pot behind the school with Craig. She had never thought he would actually care about anything she had to say. The she realized a crushing reality, Kenny was only doing this to get her in bed with him, that's what always seemed to motivate him anyways. "You're only saying that to get me to sleep with you." She accused without much further thought.

"You're Stan's girlfriend, I would never steal you away from him. Even though Stan and I aren't as close as we used to be I know that you make him really happy and I wouldn't want to the douche that took away his happiness." Kenny said very matter-of-factly. "I love to have sex, sure, but I'd never intervene in someone's relationship just for my sake. You can get sex from almost anyone but love is something special."

Wendy looked at Kenny and then looked away. "Love is something special, huh?"

Kenny nodded, "Indeed."

They say in silence for a moment. "I broke up with Stan." Is what Wendy broke the silence with.

"Really?" Kenny asked, "I didn't think you'd break up with him tonight. How did he react?"

Wendy shrugged and slouched in her seat. "He just kinda told me he still loved me and that he could change and then I left the room and met up with Bebe." Kenny listened to all this and looked out the windshield, snow was slowly starting to fall. Wendy looked down at her hands resting in her lap, feeling her heart shatter all over again.

"How are you taking it?" Kenny asked, turning to face her.

"I'm fine." Wendy said, without missing a beat.

Kenny frowned, "You don't always have to be so strong about these things. It's okay if you're upset."

Wendy sighed and shook her head. "Things are better this way. Stan's changed."

"I don't believe people ever change." Kenny stated, "Stan's always been this way."

"Are you saying I just didn't realize he was like this until now?" Wendy asked him.

Kenny shrugged, "I think alcohol has driven a wedge between you guys. Stan's so self destructive sometimes and it's really hard to save a person from themselves."

"Yeah but I wanted to help him. He doesn't need to depend on alcohol." She pointed out.

"You're right, but, I don't think he wants to give it up and you can't convince him to do it." A silence passed between them. "It's really hard to convince someone to stop." He added. He knew because he had tried to get his parents to stop drinking many times and it was was always in vain.

"I know." Wendy agreed, she ran her hands through he newly cut hair. "But let's not talk about Stan."

Kenny nodded, "Well what do you want to do next?"

"I don't remember the other things." Wendy admitted.

"I think one of them was dine and dash." Kenny pointed out.

"We aren't really going to do that one, are we?" Wendy asked. She felt bad just stiffing a waiter a tip, she didn't think she could actually go through with not paying for a meal.

Kenny laughed, "We have to. Where do you want to go and eat?" He asked.

"What's open? It's New Year's Eve, don't things usually close on New Year's Eve?" Wendy asked in a desperate attempt to stop this from happening.

"I'm sure something is open, what sounds good to you?"

Wendy slouched and knew there was no way of getting out of this now. "How about Italian?"

"I bet Olive Garden is open, but does that even count as real Italian food?" Kenny questioned.

"It's good enough for me."

Kenny nodded and started up his truck, pulling out of the Walmart parking lot and heading towards Olive Garden.

Wendy looked out the window and at the snow that was falling. She couldn't believe she had gotten herself into this situation. She glanced over at Kenny who had his eyes glued to the road and one hand resting on top of the steering wheel. Kenny had his hood down, for once, and Wendy couldn't remember the last time she'd seen his face clearly. He had light freckles that dusted his cheeks and blonde hair that looked like it was stuck in a permanent bed head. She supposed she wouldn't do her hair either if it was always going to be under a hood.

Out of the corner of Kenny's eye he could see Wendy staring at him. He glanced over at her, "See something you like?" He asked with a laugh.

Wendy rolled her eyes, "I just haven't seen your face in years, that's all. Why do you keep your hood up all the time?"

Kenny had never really thought about that. He had only taken it down to sing karaoke and hadn't bothered to put it back up yet. Kenny shrugged in response to get question, "Dunno. Why do you always wear your hat?"

Wendy reached up and touched her hat. "It looks cute." She stated.

Kenny glanced over at her. "I never understood was the big hype about hats was in this town. I mean they keep you warm, but so does a jacket. Also I don't have to put on another piece of clothing while getting dressed." He pointed out.

"Hats are nice, they're cute and you can change them if you want."

"But when has anyone here ever changed their hat?" Kenny asked as he pulled into the Olive Garden parking lot.

Wendy opened her mouth and then closed it because she couldn't think of an instance anyone has changed their hat for more than a week or two. "I guess you're right."

"I hope you guys wash those fuckers." Kenny parked the car and then glanced over at Wendy. "Are you ready to go?"

Wendy looked at the Olive Garden and then looked back at Kenny. She felt a nervousness in her stomach, what if they got caught? She didn't want to tarnish her record. You've already come this far, you can't back out now! She thought to herself. Wendy looked back at the restaurant. "I'm ready to go."