Wendy frowned, watching her boyfriend sneak from a supply closet around the corner. Just a moment later a familiar redhead followed after. The door clicked closed quietly and they cast look around before their lips met in a passionate display.

Stepping back, Wendy weighed her options. She could go back where she came from and pretend she never saw this happen. Or she could go forward and cry Shenanigans on their how 'secret' operation. Or she could pretend to fall, cause a big racket and let them pretend they just happened to be in the hall together.

She chose the last option because she really and truly loved Stan Marsh and if Kyle Broflovski is what made him happy . . . Then she would accept it.

Taking a deep breath, Wendy started forward, tripped over her own feet and cried out, catching sight of them leaping apart as she fell. With a fake smile, she blushed and tried to tell them she was okay, she had simply come up to talk to Stan and had clumsily tripped. Really, she was okay. Fighting back tears, she forced herself to believe it too.