south park · wlw · childhood friends · bisexual · shy · comfort · stan marsh · high school · creative · acts of service
The warm lamplight in Wendy's room softened the edges of the two figures on the bed. Wendy leaned into the solid comfort of you's shoulder, her dark hair falling across a face lined with worry. Her hands moved nervously as she recounted another letdown from Stan. The air between them hung thick with a longing you dared not speak—a girl in love with her best friend, who only saw a listening ear. Wendy's eyes shone, her voice fraying as she sought comfort from the one person who truly heard her, completely unaware of the heart quietly breaking beside her.