"Kyle, why did we agree to this?" asks Stan, uncertainly looking at the door at Wendy's house, like it was some kind of demon.

"Dude, it'll be fun, come on!" I said, trying to inject some optimism into the situation.

"Dude, she's my ex, they might kill us in there, escape is still an option," said Stan, trying to Brexit the situation. I firmly grabbed his sleeve and knocked on the door before Stan could try to escape any further.

Wendy opened the door with a sunny smile. "You guys made it! Come on, everyone's downstairs." Wendy then proceeded to practically push us down the stairs. I was starting to get a little worried myself as to what would happen, but too curious to turn back at this point.

Tweek was in the corner looking scared, so business as usual. Bebe, Red and Nichole were in the centre of the room, putting makeup on a girl I didn't recognise.

"Dude, are we meant to know her?" I hissed at Stan, as he's got a better memory for faces than me.

"Dude, it's Margarine!" he hissed back.

"Margarine as in Butters as in Margarine?" I muttered back. Stan nodded back. I looked back over and realised that it indeed was Margarine. Stan grabbed Tweek, and the two of us dragged him over to the huddle of girls.

"Hey guys!" said Bebe, beaming at us, her eyes, however, held a slightly sinister glow.

"Our next victims!" sang Red.

"Dude, no, I am not putting on makeup. No. Ew," stated Stan.

"When in Rome Stan-"

"When in Rome go to KFC because you should not trust their food!" I gave him a look, and I could tell I'd won.

"Dude, no, make-up is totally gay."

"You're totally gay." Stan just glared and muttered something that sounded like 'bi' under his breath.

What seemed like hours later, all of us were dolled up. Stan was looking at his nails in terror. Wendy had threatened to murder him if he ruined her work. They were stressful to deal with. One touch could ruin them! "Dude, being a girl a is hard! Make-up is stressful!" Stan decided, looking like he was about to drown in his drying blue nails.

"You mean people who wear make-up have a hard time," corrected Wendy.

"Dude, you know what I meant," grumbled Stan. I was trying not to laugh; he looked so cute grumpy, especially with red lips and mascara, his eyebrows done up, and all the foundation he was wearing. It really emphasised his angular face. His hair was also styled off to one side. The girls had done a really good job.

Tweek looked equally as terrified. His hair had been clipped cutely away from his face. He had pink lips, a lot of blush and some nice green and blue eyeshadow. He had yellow nails, which reminded me of the colour of the bobble on Craig's hat.

I studied my own green nails with a smile on my face. "You look really cute by the way," said Stan, making the blush I was wearing redundant.

"Really?"

Yeah, the winged eyeliner is nice on you, and you suite red lips."

I giggled, "Look who's talking."

"Stan! If you kiss him I will dismember you! You will mess up both of your foundations and lipsticks!" threatened Bebe. Stan responded by sticking his tongue out at her.

Margarine giggled at our antics. She looked very happy with her face all done up. Pretty blush, a little bit of mascara, pink lips and hair done in curls.

Stan took a sip of his diet coke and then burped loudly. The girls chorused 'ew!' until Wendy burped even louder. Then, we were all laughing, and having a competition to see who could burp the loudest.

The evening continued to be really awesome. The girls have all of these strange games. Would you rather, never have I ever, Bed, Wed, Dead – I got stuck on Heidi, Cartman and Mr Garrison. They tried to get us to use fortune tellers, but Stan stopped us, and we decided to follow his lead, knowing the future is dangerous after all. However, the real drama began when we started playing truth or dare.

Red had just asked Margarine who she had a crush on. "Oh hamburgers, I don't know fellas..."

"Come on! You have to tell us!" insisted Red.

"Well... I kind of like Kenny..."

"Oh my God! We have to do something about that right now!" exclaimed Nichole. 

Tweek started shivering next to me muttering something which sounded like, "Oh God, it's happening again." I assumed he was talking about the girls getting involved with people's love lives.

"Um, no we don't," said Margarine.

"Yes, we do!" squealed Wendy, who was rummaging through my bag. She threw my phone at me. "Call Kenny! Invite him over!"

"Is that the best idea-"

"Now Kyle!" threatened Bebe.

"Dude, just do what they say," Stan muttered to me.

The phone rang for a few seconds through a tense silence. Margarine looked mortified, and the other girls... well they looked way too excited.

"Hey, Kyle, what's up? I thought you were with the girls today?"

"Um, I am, they want you over here?"

"Sure, it isn't that sexy ass of yours that wants me over?"

"Kenny!" I yelled at him.

"Yeah, yeah, I'll be there in a minute," he finished, hanging up.

Soon, Kenny was downstairs with us all. He laughed when he saw us. "Oh my God, this is amazing," he said, voice muffled into parka as per usual, taking some pictures of us. "These are going straight to Cartman."

"I will actually kill you," I threatened.

"I'd just come back," he replied, nonchalantly. When is he going to get that weird idea out of his head? Wendy walked over to Kenny, twirling a piece of her long black hair around a finger.

"Hey Kenny, we were just going to start playing seven minutes in heaven."

"Oh fuck yeah!" responded Kenny.

"Great!" Wendy shoved Kenny and Margarine into the closet.

"Wait, isn't this supposed to be randomised?" yelled Kenny from inside. Wendy ignored him and turned to the rest of us.

"And now we wait," said Red, a happy smile plastered on her face.

Stan whispered to me, "Dude, girls are scarily efficient."

"You're just getting that now?" I responded.

We played a couple more rounds of truth and dare until Margarine and Kenny eventually tumbled out of the closet.

"That was longer than seven minutes," said Tweek.

"Gotta be a good thing, right?" I responded.

"Dude, definitely! Look, Margarine's wig has fallen off, also, the makeup is all smudged. God, of course, it's fine for Margarine to mess up her make-up, but me? Nooooo."

"Stan, will you please stop manstruating?" I requested.

"Fuck you dude."

"Love you too dude."

"You two are couple goals," stated Red. "You and Craig as well," she said, as an afterthought.

"I think you'll find Marge and I are the best couple!" declared Kenny from where Wendy, Bebe and Nichole were fawning over the new couple.

"Suck our dicks Kenny!" responded Stan.

"Gladly!" Margarine glared at him. "I mean, no," said Kenny, further digging himself into the hole.

More games were played. Naturally, Kenny got a makeover too, but eventually, we all had to get to sleep. With my sleeping bag snuggled up next to Stan's, I couldn't help but think life is just awesome.

Xxx

Hey Guys~ Bit of a shorter bit, kinda a bonus chapter. For the record, this story is now finished. I got this idea from SugerBee556 and also I promised NerdyLittleReader some Bunny, and I wanted to maintain that promise!

Also, the awesome picture up top is a drawing trashy_p0tat0es drew, inspired by make-up wearing Stan. Thanks again so much for that! I love it!

If Brexit the situation confuses anyone technically 'Brexit' just means British exit, so Stan was just trying to British exit the situation. And yes, he is British, fight me! Also, I don't support Brexit, it makes me cry.

Exams are over! I literally ran around the house yelling, 'The SQA has given Dobby a sock!' I don't have a problem, I swear. (SQA = Scottish Qualifications Association) 

Also, just watched Avengers Infinity Wars! It was AMAZING! But I need some help! All of the feels! I don't want to spoil anything but I'm dying and crying and honestly, I just need some emotional support! So if you know what I mean, feel free to share the feels!

Anyways, vote, comment, request, or whatever if you enjoyed. The important thing is to make sure to try and have an awesome day guys~