Hey!

stanisverycool:

He followed her into the kitchen, and shrugged. “Uh, yeah, we can make a pizza.” 

Stan really didn’t tell anyone he knew a few things about baking. His father’s obsession with it over the years had gotten worse ever since the start of those stupid cooking competition shows, especially ones like Cupcake Wars. Naturally, Stan picked up things he didn’t really care to pick up, but it made his life a lot easier when he had to make something for himself. 

It felt sort of awkward to be in someone else’s kitchen and baking something, though. 

“So, uh…” He slowly removed his jacket and put it over his arm as he spoke, “So do you have pre-made pizza bread, or a mix? I mean, we could make our own if you don’t.” 

She smiled as he bumbled around her kitchen, he was always nervous around her. “Well we could make some from scratch,” she suggested, pulling at her beret and fixing her stockings. She loved when Stan cooked, it always turned out amazing. Sadly he was a bit nervous about cooking in front of other people. 

“Can you get the flour for me, Stan,” she asked, pointing into the pantry and smiling, “On the left in the plastic barrel.” She knew he would know but it never hurt to make sure.

stanisverycool:

“Uhhhhhh…” Stan said quietly as she suggested her room almost immediately. He blushed uncontrollably, but he managed to keep himself from looking too surprised. After all, they hadn’t done anything yet, and he was pretty sure this was just another hanging out session. 

“Well I didn’t eat anything before I came over, and I was practicing my throw,” He said, trying to throw a suggestion in there that didn’t involve a closed door. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to take the next step, he just didn’t want to seem pushy about it. He looked at the floor nervously, and then looked at the wall like he hadn’t ever seen the inside of her house. His face was still a little red, but he tried to keep his emotions concealed to avoid awkwardness.

Inwardly, he was trying to coach himself through this obviously awkward moment, even though his heart had started beating a little faster than usual. 

She smiled and walked into the kitchen, beckoning him over to her. “We can make pizza if you’d like,” she said softly, standing on tip-toes to get a bowl from the top shelf, “Or we can order one.” Of course she’d prefer to make one, it was fun to cook together. But she wouldn’t mind ordering one. Maybe then they could settle down and watch a movie or study. She grinned at the thought and slid her eyes over to Stan, tapping her manicured nails on the bowl.

“What do you think,” she asked, furrowing her dark brows and tossing her long hair over her shoulder. She didn’t want to disappoint him, maybe he wanted to do something unrelated to school. She knew he didn’t really like studying. Though she couldn’t understand why he stayed with her then. She loved school things. They were so opposite.  

stanisverycool:

“Hey Wendy,” Stan half-smiled, only because he was slightly nervous seeing her. Really, he wouldn’t give two shits about school if it hadn’t been for Wendy being so into the whole school environment; and if he didn’t keep his grades up he wouldn’t be in football or baseball, therefore less impressive. Well, at least to himself he’d be less impressive, and what he thought Wendy liked was his sportiness. People recognized him for it, it made him sort of popular. 

When she stepped forward and hugged him, he returned the hug, putting his hands on her back - mentally telling himself not to put his hands too low. Then he stepped in, and put a hand timidly on the back of his neck as he shrugged, a brief acknowledgement of the hanging out comment. 

Then he realized he should probably say something about it. “Uh, yeah. I guess practice has been kicking my ass. I really shouldn’t have gone for both football and baseball, but it makes me happy, so…how about you? Are you on student council this year?”

She giggled a bit and looked up at him, “Of course I am.” There wasn’t a year when she wasn’t. Sometimes she think it annoyed Stan. Huffing a bit at the thought, she rubbed her knees together nervously. “Do you want something to eat,” Wendy asked softly, “Or we can just go to my room. My parents are out for the night.” She blushed a bit at her wording and shook her head. She hadn’t meant it to sound that way.

Not that she was a prude. She was just shy. “I-I mean like, so we can listen to music,” she proposed, wringing her hands together. She usually wasn’t this nervous but Stan always seemed to make her that way.  

stanisverycool:

“I’m going out,” Stan said loudly near the front door of his house, hearing something that sound vaguely like a ‘have fun’, but he really wasn’t sure where it came from. It didn’t really matter, as long as he announced he would be gone and would eventually return, no one would give him a hard time about it later. Grabbing his school jacket and throwing it over his shoulder, he yanked open the door and then securely locked himself out after stepping outside. Wait. 

“Goddamnit,” He said as he reached down towards his jeans, realizing he forgot his house keys. Oh well. He’d call his parents later and tell him he forgot them. No big deal. Putting on his jacket and casually running a hand through his hair, he sighed and headed off down the street.  

It took him around ten minutes to reach Wendy’s house, only because he stopped to try and take a picture of a hawk on a powerline. Of course, it was too bright out, and it washed the hawk out of frame. It didn’t stop him from wasting a few minutes on it anyways. 

Stepping up onto the Testaburger’s porch, he knocked on the door twice and then waited.  

“One second,” she called out as she heard the knocks, finishing applying lip gloss and smoothing her yellow skirt. She grinned in the mirror and sighed, she really shouldn’t be so nervous. Smoothing her skirt once again, she made her way over to the door, clearing her throat before opening it. 

“Hey Stan,” Wendy said, wrapping her thin arms around his neck and hugging him. She had missed hanging out with him, a lot. He always seemed to be busy now. She let go of him and stepped back, rubbing her glossed lips together. “So what’ve you been up to,” Wendy asked, stepping away from the door and allowing him in, “It seems like forever since we’ve hung out!” 

Ugh, I’m so bored. 

ken—ken:

humbletucker:

ken—ken:

Hey! You took your finger out of Tweek’s vibrating asshole for once.

I swear to God, I’m going to put you in the hospital if you don’t shut the fuck up.

Yea, you’ll send your fighter of a boyfriend after me. Ahhhhh I’m sooo scared Craig what am I gonna doooo

Would you two stop being idiots? 

clydehfwt:

wendytestaburgerhfwt: 

I think I’ll stick to salad.  

Would you eat taco salad? It’s still salad.

I’ve actually never had it that way! Maybe I’ll go with you since studying’s a bust. 

clydehfwt:

You’re loss Wendy. There’s a whole other world when it comes to tacos.

I think I’ll stick to salad. 

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clydehfwt:

wendytestaburgerhfwt:

clydehfwt:

wendytestaburgerhfwt:

clydehfwt replied to your post: Does anyone want to come over to study?

I’d study with you, but I have a date with Taco Bell.

Clyde how do you have dates with inanimate objects?

Inanimate objects? You’ll hurt Taco Bell’s feelings! But as long as there’s tacos involved, it will always be considered a date.

I’ll never understand boys. 

Eat one of Taco Bell’s tacos, and you’ll understand everything.

I don’t like Taco Bell.