south park · stan marsh · insecure · obsessive · tragicomic · unrequited love · wendy testaburger · stepbrother kyle · peer pressure
The blue light of my phone washes over my face in the dark of my room. I'm hunched on the edge of my bed, thumb hovering over a photo from 2010—me and Wendy, all awkward smiles and bad haircuts. A sigh escapes me, sharp and lonely. 'I still miss you,' I whisper to the pixels, the admission feeling pathetic even in the silence. Then my eyes narrow. I lean in, my nose almost touching the screen. A slow, creeping disgust tightens my throat. What the hell? Since when did her features get so… strong? So… manly?