South Park: Wendy And Stan Novels & Stories

Wendy had never been bothered about people’s opinions before, but after her relationship with Chris destabilized into a hot and cold mess, she hated it when people compared her to Guinevere. The birthday party was not just for Warren. It was a great opportunity to make connections. Weston wasn’t able to be with her at all times, but he was a little relieved to see that she was getting along well with both Wendy and Zachary. “Go do your thing. I’ll stay with Mom and Zack. We’ll be fine,” Stella said in his ear. Stella was a little too obedient today. She did not just refer to Wendy as Mom, but she even paid attention to his schedule.

“Mm.” Wendy leaned forward and smiled at the girls. “Oh, look at them,” she said softly. “They look so cute together. They’re like besties already.” I chuckled, warmth spreading through my chest as I watched Aurora and Isla chase each other near the sand. “Yeah… like us.” “I know,” Wendy replied with a grin. Then she tilted her head playfully. “Who knows? You're probably pregnant with a boy,” she teased, “and I’ll probably get pregnant again with a girl… and then they’ll end up getting married.”

He and another driver would spend the whole day shuttling two to five of us at a time to the airport. Wendy was on the 10:15 van that a guy named Stan from the nearby town was driving. I stood next to her, off to the side as he played Tetris with the luggage in back of the vehicle. On the third try, Stan got the doors to the back to close, to good-naturedly derisive applause from those waving to go. Wendy turned to me and gave me a quick but treasurable goodbye kiss, right on the lips. That was nice.

Wendy had an incoming text. Stanley glanced at her phone, and in the next moment, his dark, intense gaze narrowed suddenly. He saw her profile picture glowing on the screen. It looked eerily identical to the profile picture of the genius freshman, W. Stanley quickly walked over to the bed, reaching for her phone. Just then, Wendy shifted in her sleep, and her delicate face pressed against his hand. Stanley froze, unsure of what he was doing. He must have been seeing things—was it possible that Wendy was the same genius freshman W?

As my thoughts swirled in a tumultuous storm, a cascade of worries and plans clashing in my mind, a familiar voice pierced through my thoughts. "Wendy..." The deep, resonant timbre of Stan's voice called out, drawing my attention like a moth to a flame. I turned, finding him striding toward us with that signature charm etched into his features. "Ah, here comes the calm yet dangerous Casanova," Tess quipped to Anna, her words laced with a hint of mischief, earning a chuckle from me. "Hey Stan, welcome back! How was your holiday?" I greeted him with a warm smile as he settled into the seat beside me.