I have a weird obsession with writing so said 'slutty' people. Help me, this is so fucking weird.
Warnings: You can probably catch my warning from the note. Also, both of them are so out of character it's not funny.
Ages: 17.
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Stan's POV.

"I don't really understand the whole thing," Kyle says.

"What are you talking about?" I ask.

"Well...," Nichole starts.

She looks down.

"I erm.... girls are having an another slut role model," Nichole says.

"That has happened a couple of times. So?" I ask.

"This is like, y'know, a new level. Wendy is kinda into it! And that is nothing from a girl that doesn't like the idea of being looked at for your looks," Nichole says.

"She can... if she likes it, I don't own her. If she wants to be that way, fuck it," I say.

Nichole sighs.

"I don't really know. This is weird. Like, I understand, some girls are into it, I don't care.... but Wendy! Or Heidi!" Nichole says.

Kyle rolls his eyes.

"Everyone is into something. They're experimenting," Kyle says.

"I know," Nichole says.

"Come on, Nic. Don't worry too much, it's just... them," Kyle says.

"Thanks Ky," Nichole says.

Couple goals. That's all I can say here.

"Hey Stan," Wendy says.

Now that I've had a warning, I don't know if what I'm seeing is the worst or best case scenario. Like, somewhat it's weird but I.... gotta support my girl.

"Nice jeans," I say.

Okay Stan, you can do this, it's your girlfriend, you won't get jealous... at fucking all..........................who am I kidding? I have a huge jealousy problem.

"How are you doing?" Wendy asks.

"I... fine," I say.

Nichole mouths 'I warned you' at me. I give her a thumbs up. She knows I'm really jealous very easily.

"Oh shit, Testaburger went wild."

"Fucking excuse me?" I ask.

"Oh the jealous boy is coming."

I look at them with the most murderous look I can muster. I shouldn't, I don't own her, I'm just a very shitty person when it comes to this crap.

"Calm down," Wendy says.

Kyle rolls his eyes at us. He's a fucking angel when it comes to these kinds of things but I honest to God am immature and insecure enough to be scared of these situations.

"Can you just fuck off and harass someone else, please? She's my girlfriend," I say, pulling Wendy a bit close by instinct.

Well that came out more aggressive than I wanted it to... shit.

The boys leave out.

"Stan, a talk," Wendy says.

Fuck.

"I'm sorry," I say, looking down.

She hugs me, or maybe she's trying to murder me very badly, both of them would fit her.

"Wendy, what the fuck?" I ask.

She rolls her eyes.

"Stan, Sweetie, you know I love you, right?" She asks.

"What-yes," I say.

"I'm not running off with other people! So why the hell is someone pointing something out a problem to you?" She asks.

"I didn't mean it! I trust you!" I say.

"Doesn't sound like it. Relationships are about trust and I'm willing to give you all my trust. But if you can't, I don't know if we are giving the same amount," Wendy says.

I look at Kyle and Nichole. Kyle just mouths 'good luck' and Nichole shrugs. Then they run off as if Wendy were a bomb.

"Stan, really, I want you to understand that I like you, not some other bullshit person. It's nice to have you stand up for me but not when it feels more like you're acting like I'm a possession rather than than a fucking human," Wendy says.

I sigh.

"I'm sorry if that comes off that way. I don't know why I am like I am but I am," I say.

Wendy sighs.

"I've wanted to talk about this for a while actually," she says.

She taps the bench and I sit. She sits after.

"I have friends who are guys," She starts.

I nod.

"Like you have friends that are girls," she says.

I nod again.

"And some of my friends and I will be in a situation where we act like a couple, we're people and we are friends and as your partner is your best friend, you act like that with friends," Wendy says.

I nod.

"But I am honestly noticing a pattern with that fact. You get really angry at my friends and sometimes me. But especially my friends and that hurts because that sort of makes me think you don't try me to have friends," Wendy says.

"Well You had Token and Kenny-," I start.

"What? The last one was 3 years ago on our break. If that still bothers you after that long, I don't understand you," Wendy says.

I sigh.

"I'm sorry," I say.

"Sorry isn't gonna cut it, you need to trust me," Wendy says.

"I do," I say.

"Those boys weren't my friends though and if you think you should step it, you can help out. But... careful with wording," Wendy says.

I nod.

"I love you, I really do. If I didn't, I wouldn't point this out. Do you understand that?" She asks.

I nod.

"Really, I am sorry. I know I'm a bit jealous," I say.

Wendy smiles.

"It's good to know about your flaws," Wendy says.

I kiss her.

"I'm working on it, I swear," I say.

She nods.

"And I appreciate that," she says.

Okay this is kind of a situation where normally people are home for it.

"So," I say.

"Dad isn't home," Wendy says.

And if it seems weird we were just kinda arguing and then both of us have a mutual idea to fuck, you don't really know what we're like. It's expected at this point.

"I love you," I say.

Wendy laughs, dragging me up.

"Come on," she says.

I kiss her. What did I do for her to ever like me?

"I seriously don't deserve you," I say.

She takes my hand.

"Don't say that. You are beautiful and I love you," Wendy says.

"I seriously... I know I don't have anything to propose with but I...," i say.

"We're seventeen," Wendy says.

"No, I mean. If we're still together, marry me," I say.

"Of course I will, idiot," she says.