You Have to Choose (Part 2): Stan Marsh x Reader

Chapter Seven

"Stan?" Wendy questioned.

"Hi," I sadly greeted.

"What are you doing here?" she asked.

I showed her my bloody knuckle.

"Oh my god," she commented.

"Think you could help me out?" I gave her  a crooked grin.

She smiled to herself, "Come in."

I followed her to the kitchen where she started to clean me up.

"What brought you to me?" she asked.

"(Y/N)," I sighed. "She picked him."

"Craig?" she questioned.

"I wish.  It was Kyle, but I should've seen it coming,"  I corrected.

"Why would've you rather have it been Craig?"  she asked.

"That's easy.  Craig would've broken her heart, and I could've swept her up again and make her mine.  Kyle won't do that.  Kyle is a good guy.  He's going to take care of her," I confessed.

"Is that why you're here?  For some sort of rebound?" she asked.

"No, not at all.  I'm here because of what you told me when we broke up.  You said that I no longer loved you, not that you no longer loved me.  I came to you because you know what it's like to have to have to let go of someone you love.  You let me go so I could be happy with her, and I let (Y/N) go for that same reason.  I'm not here for a rebound.  I'm here because you know what I'm feeling," I replied.

"You do know that I'm getting close with Greg, right?" she asked, getting closer to me.

I nodded as I followed her lead, "Yeah, but for one night can we go back to us?  The intimate us, not the couple that fought all the time."

The small space closed between our lips.

"For on night, we can, but only tonight," she agreed.

I took no hesitation to push her up against the counter, ready to take over every part of her body.

*Your P.O.V.*

I left Stan's with a huge weight lifted off my shoulders.

He took that rather well.

I texted Kyle.

M: Hey can I talk to you?

K: Yeah, what's up?

M: Can you come over?

K: Sure, I'm on my way

I smiled to myself as I made my way home.

"Someone is looking pretty happy," my mother commented.

"Kyle is coming over," I smiled.

"What about Stan?" she asked.

"i kinda broke up with Stan," I explained.  "I just-"

I was cut off by the door bell.

My face lit up, "He's here."

I rushed to the door and drug him upstairs.

"What's so urgent?' he laughed.

"Kyle, I think I like you," I confessed as I blushed.

His smile soon changed to a look of fear, "What? No, you can't."

"Why not?" I pouted.

"because of Stan.  Your boyfriend. My best friend," he reminded.

"Kyle, I broke up with him to be with you," I told him.

"YOU WHAT?!?!" he freaked out.  "How did he take that?"

"He seemed fine.  He even smiled when I told him.  I think he's going to support it," I smiled.

"Look (Y/N), I' m going to need some time to think about this.  It's not that I don't, but I-I can't just jump into this.  How about I take you to dinner Friday, and we can talk things through," he proposed.

This wasn't exactly the response I wanted, but I understood his reasoning.   Ultimately, I agreed, and he left.

I just had to wait until Friday.