Sorry guys, but writer's block really is a sweet little bitch. So anyway, here's the epilogue to Bruises. This is also an early birthday present to my friend Tweek's Panda, her birthday is 7/10. So anyway, enjoy.

This is in Stan's POV


It's been six months since I've seen the love of my life Wendy Testaburger. There's a rumor going around that her and Token ran off and got married. An even worse rumor, she succumbed to the injuries she sustained after I stabbed her. I also heard that she committed suicide. But again, these are all rumors. I don't know what happened to Wendy…or Token for that matter. The police searched for them all summer, but found no traces of them. They were never seen or heard from ever.

As for me, I continued the rest of my senior year being home schooled. I graduated and ended up spending the entire summer in rehab. That's right, rehab. My dad still wasn't convinced that Wendy and Token drugged me and forced me to go to rehab. It was pure hell, but I made it through and will NEVER return there again.

Believe it or not, I made it to college! I'm a freshman at University of Colorado. I didn't get the football scholarship like I hoped for, but my mom was able to get me approved for a loan so I could attend. I'm living in the dorm rooming with my best friend Kyle, my good friend Kenny, and some other dude from North Park or something. Fat ass Cartman is stuck at community college because his grades sucked, sucks to be him. He comes to our dorm to visit quite often though.

College is ok so far. Kenny has gone back to his old ways of sleeping around since Red's death. He's currently "dating" Heidi, a girl we've known since elementary school. In Heidi's mind, they're a couple. But to Kenny, she's just another notch under his belt. Kyle is dating Bebe, Wendy's best friend, which I find extremely awkward. That girl HATES me. Bebe blames me for Wendy's disappearance. I don't understand why, I mean she knew what was going on between us. Oh well.

"Hey Stan!" Kyle calls out to me.

"Yeah?" I look at him, he's with Bebe who is glaring at me.

"Heidi is throwing a party in her room, I think you should come, there's a lot of girls there."

I sigh. "Dude, I'm really not up for a party right now."

"Oh come on Stan, you can't stay locked up in the dorm all the time."

"I don't, I leave to go to class."

"You know what I mean. You need to get out, come meet some of these girls. Maybe one of them will help you forget about Wendy."

"He might kill them too." I hear Bebe mutter as she rolls her eyes.

Kyle gives Bebe a look and pulls her to the side. "Why don't you go ahead back to the party, I'm going to talk to Stan for a minute." He whispers to her.

"Are you sure you'll be ok with him alone? I mean not only is he a drug addict, he's also a MURDERER!" I look at her. "I worry about what he might do to you."

"Stop it Bebe. Just go back to the party, and I'll see you there in a few."

"Fine, but if you're not back in 10 minutes, I'm calling the police."

"Whatever." They kiss each other. Bebe glares at me once more before she leaves. Kyle sits down next me. "Sorry about that dude."

"It's cool, I'm use to it."

"So anyway…" Kyle begins.

I swear I hate when he does this. Ever since we've been here him and Kenny have been trying to hook me up with girls on campus. I know this is going to sound crazy, but I still love Wendy. I know she's out there somewhere. The last thing I remember her saying to me is "wait for me Stan". I intend to do just that. I'm sure that when she comes back when can work things out and go back to being the happy couple we once were. I'm just really not interested in dating other girls in the meantime.

"DUDE! Are you listening to me?"

"I'm sorry, can you repeat that?"

"I said at least make an appearance, if you're not having fun than you can leave."

"Fine Kyle, I'll go."

"Great, let's go."

"But I'm not staying long, I have to study."

"Whatever dude, let's go." He drags me out of the room. We go up two floors to Heidi's dorm. As soon as I get there, I already regret going. Everyone here is drunk, high, or both. We're greeted by Kenny whose eyes are red from smoking. "Heeeeeeeey, you got Stan to come for once. Good for you!" God, his breath reeked of alcohol.

"Yeah I came."

"Would you like a drink?"

"No thanks."

"That's cool, well let me introduce you to a few ladies." He drags me over to some random girls who are passing around a blunt. "Ladies, this is my boy Stan. Stan, this is Lindsay, Kathy, and Jessica." One of the girls passes the blunt to Kenny.

"Hey Stan." They say in unison.

"Hi," I reply looking down.

"What's with him?" I hear one of the girls ask Kenny.

"He's just a little shy." He tries to hand me the blunt.

"No thanks Kenny."

"Come on dude, you need to loosen up a little up. Just take a little hit."

"I can't, I just got out of rehab."

"So what? It's just a little puff, it won't kill you."

I roll my eyes. "Bye Kenny."

"Dude, where are you going?"

"Back to our room, to study."

"Don't leave you just got here."

"Shit let his ass go, he's so uptight." One of the other girls tells him.

"Later dude." I walk away. I bumped into Kyle. "I'm going back to the room."

"Here, I got you some juice." He hands me a cup.

"I don't want this."

"Just drink it."

I take a sip. "What the hell is this?"

"It's fruit punch."

"Why the hell is it so strong?"

"Come on Stan, stop being paranoid. It's only fruit punch."

"Hey Kyle!" Kyle and I hear some girl say. We turn around and see that it's Rebecca Cotswold. She hasn't changed at all since, well elementary school. She just became a bigger slut that she was in third grade. She's slept with every guy in our high school, except for me of course. I guess she's working on getting the guys in the university.

"Hey, what are you doing here?"

"I go to school here. Hey Stan."

"Hi." I reply.

"How's everything with you?" She smiles at me, staring me up and down like I'm a piece of meat.

"They're fine. Actually, I was just leaving though." I finish the juice and hand the cup back to Kyle.

"Yeah, me too. I only came because Bebe invited me. I have to go study." Yeah right, that slut has never studied a day in her life. The only classes she ever studied for were the class where the teacher was female.

"That's interesting." Kyle smiles. "Maybe you two can study together." I glare at Kyle. Suddenly a drunk Bebe walks over to us, she pushes me away from Rebecca.

"No I don't think so. Stan has already killed my best friend, I wouldn't want to put Rebecca in that kind of danger." She looks at Rebecca. "Stay far away from this one if you know what's good for you."

"I didn't kill her Bebe! She's out there somewhere!"

"Yeah, wherever you buried her body. Did you kill Token too?"

"I DIDN'T kill ANYONE! I wish you stop saying that…" My eyes start to well up. 'I'm not going to let her get to me, I'm not going to let her get to me.' I tell myself. Suddenly, I feel sick to my stomach.

"Bebe, what did I say earlier?"

"I know, but I'm just trying to look out for Rebecca. I would hate to see her end up like Wendy, that's all."

Kyle looks over at me, then back at Bebe. "Bebe, please, we go through this every day. Just stop, ok? I think you're hurting Stan's feelings."

"I don't give a damn about Stan or his feelings."

I put my hand on my stomach and groan in pain. "Stan, you ok?" Kyle asks me.

"I don't think so. My stomach is starting to hurt."

"Oh stop being such a bitch! You can murder someone, but you bitch about a stomach ache? I don't get you Stan."

"Bebe, lay off, ok." Kyle tells her.

"Fine, I'll lay off. Rebecca, stay away from him." Bebe glares at me as I continue to groan in pain.

"I think I'll be ok, but thanks for your concern Bebe." Rebecca tells her. She turns to me. "Are you ok?"

"No, not really. I think I'm going to throw up."

"Damn Stan, if you weren't feeling well you should've told me."

"I was fine until a few minutes ago…" I raise my eyebrow at Kyle. "…after I drank that fruit punch."

"Oh dude come on. I told you that was fruit punch." Bebe giggles. "What's so funny?"

"Are you talking about that cup of juice I gave you earlier?" She asks him.


She bursts into a fit of laughter. "I put vodka and rum in that, there wasn't that much punch in there." She laughs harder.

"Why the fuck would you do that?"

"Well Stan's square ass needed something to help him loosen up."

"Ugggh!" I groan. "I really wish you hadn't done that."

"And I wish you hadn't killed Wendy, but we can't always get what we want now can we?"

"I didn't kill…BLECH!" I end up throwing up on Bebe. "I'm so sorry!"

"EW!" Bebe squeals as she runs off.

"Rebecca, take Stan back to our dorm room and keep him company until I get there. I'm going to make sure Bebe's ok." Kyle whispers to Rebecca.

"Sure." She turns to me. "Let's go." She puts her arm around my waist and escorts me to my room.

As soon as we get in there, I run straight for the bathroom. I throw up a few more times. I can't believe Bebe would do this to me, she knows I don't like alcohol. I throw up again. I lie down next to the toilet. God, I feel like shit.

"You ok in there?" I hear Rebecca call out.

"Yeah." I reply weakly. I flush the toilet and walk out of the bathroom. I notice Rebecca has put out a pair of shorts and a t-shirt on my bed. I frown at her. "Did you go through my stuff?" I snap.

Rebecca is taken aback. "I was just getting something for you to change into. I didn't think you would mind."

"Well I do mind, don't EVER go through my things again without my permission!"

"I'm sorry, but you don't need to yell."

"Sorry, well excuse me so I can change." I head back to the bathroom. The nerve of that girl, going through my things like that. Who the hell does she think she is? Suddenly, I get that feeling in my stomach again. Oh shit, here it comes. I throw up in the toilet once again. I change my clothes and go to my bed. Rebecca isn't there anymore, so I assume she left, thank God. She was starting to creep me out. I lie down, then Rebecca comes back in my room with a bowl and a bottle in her hands. "I thought you left."

"No, I went to fix you some soup. I also got you a ginger ale."

"I'll take the ginger ale, but you can keep the soup." She hands me the soda bottle. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." she smiles as she puts the bowl on my dresser. "I'll leave this here in case you change your mind." She sits at the edge of my bed. I really don't feel comfortable with her there.

"Well, I appreciate everything you've done for me, so you're more than welcome to go back to the party or whatever."

She moves closer to me. "I told Kyle I would keep you company until he gets back so that's what I'm going to do." She continues to sit there.

"I'm not a baby, so I don't need a sitter." She smiles at me, why won't she just leave? "What? Why do you keep smiling at me?"

She moves next to me and puts her hand on mine "You know, you're awfully cute when you're being stubborn."

I look down at her hand. I blush and quickly move my hand away. "Whatever, I just want you to go."

"Aww, you're blushing. That's so cute. You're so shy, it's adorable."

"I'm not blushing and I'm NOT shy!" I turn my head away from her. She turns my head back towards her.

"You're blushing, it's ok." She stares at me for a minute. Then she brings her lips closer to mine, almost touching them. I quickly pull away.

"What are you doing?"

"Shh, just relax." She moves closer to me again, but I back away.

"Rebecca, in case you forgot, I have a girlfriend."

"You had a girlfriend, she's presumed dead."

"Which means she might not be dead. She told me to wait for her, she's going to come back to me."

"Well in the meantime, you have me." This time she pulls me into the kiss. We kiss for about a minute…it's actually not bad. I guess she shouldn't be surprised based on her "experience". She pushes me down on the bed. "I want you Stan." She starts kissing me on the neck. "I want you so badly."


"I want you. Right here, right now!" She tries to pull down my shorts, but I stop her.

"I can't do this. I can't sleep with you."

"Oh trust me, we don't be doing any sleeping." She kisses my neck.

"You know what I mean. I can't have sex with you. I don't want to cheat on Wendy."

"You won't be, she's long gone." She manages to get my shorts off and then gives me a blow job. I can't even lie, this is turning me on. She looks up at me and smiles. She then takes off her pants.

"I can't do this!"


"I don't have a condom…" I blush again. Did I just say that? Am I actually considering having sex with Rebecca Cotswold?

Rebecca pulls a condom out of her bra just before she takes her shirt off. "Any more excuses?"

"I-I-I guess not."

"Good boy." She puts the condom on me. Then we assume the missionary position. This is the best sex I've ever had. I look at Rebecca as she moans in pleasure. Could this be? Is she the person I'm going to move on with? I guess we'll just have to see what happens. I just hope Wendy can forgive me for this…


That's all folks! Stay tuned for the sequel to Bruises (Title is TBA) and other one shots from me. As usual, R&R. Thanks for reading and reviewing!