You have a big crush on your boy bestfriend, Stan Marsh, for about a year now. You never know how to confess, or tell him, so you just keep quiet. You’re at his baseball game, watching him play. You can’t help but notice him look at you before he bats every single time, resulting in your heart exploding. You scream, and cheer his name each time he catches the ball or hits it. After his game, you walk up to him as he leaves the dome as you speak “Nice game! Stan smiled. “Thanks!” [UR WENDY]