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Wendy was bored.
She was sat on her light pink bed scrolling away through brainless content in social media, nothing catching her eye. It all was the same; boring, clickbait, boring, clickbait, and the cycle goes on.
There was nothing to do. She had already finished her homework, and studied for the upcoming test. Not to mention Bebe was busy doing god-knows-what, she had said it was important but Wendy wasn't really listening.
She had texted Stan earlier, but he didn't reply. He's probably busy with some strange bullshit again, or maybe he just didn't want to get ice cream with her.
Actually, now that she remembered, he mentioned something about a funeral earlier. Which was strange, because that was the sixth funeral this week.. and it was saturday.
Huh, that's weird.
Her scrolling was interrupted by loud ringing, she glanced ontop of the screen and noticed it was Stan calling. Wasn't he in the middle of funeral? Why is he calling?
She pressed the answer button and moved the phone up to her ear. The wind sounded loud, she could tell Stan was outside. In the background, there were faint sounds of people crying. Did he.. did he just call her in the middle of the funeral?
She was not surprised by this.
"Hey," Her boyfriend's voice crackled through. The audio was choppy. There was a short pause. Wendy was about to reply before he spoke again. "So about the ice cream.."
"Stan..." She stopped him. She wondered for a second if her audio was choppy to him. "Why are you calling in the middle of a funeral? That seems.... disrespectful?"
"No, it's cool. Look– Kenny wouldn't have cared. He even said it! He said 'Stan, if you ever call Wendy in the middle of my funeral.." He rambled. Wendy mentally facepalmed.
"He never said that." She doesn't hang out a lot with Stan's friends a lot, but from what she's seen Kenny would have punched Stan for calling anyone at his funeral. She can hear Stan sigh through the phone.
"You caught me, but his parents don't care! They're too busy crying.. or getting drunk or something. I know my dad is." Wendy could imagine Randy sobbing over Kenny's grave, taking one big gulp of alcohol before vomiting all over the grass.
"Can you just tell me why you called? You could've texted." She asked. The wind was making her ears suffer, and it seemed to only get louder every second. She knew it was just her head playing tricks on her... unless Stan was trapped in the middle of a tornado.
"Oh, I just love hearing your voice." He answered, a smile in his voice. Wendy rolled her eyes, as if a small smile wasn't forming on her lips.
"Stan!"