You’re Just Another Picture to Burn || Clyde & Wendy || 10.03.22
Wendy knew it probably wasn’t her best idea to get wasted with Clyde. She knew she’d likely cry her eyes out, wail into the night, and talk way too much shit. She’d get too drunk, probably throw up a time or two, and pass out on Clyde’s bedroom floor. Wendy also knew, however, that at this moment she couldn’t give a single fuck. Her heart had been ripped into pieces by her longest friend and her long term boyfriend, leaving her with the perpetual feeling of a hole in her chest. Her own best friend had come onto the love of her life at a party and he gave in, committing the ultimate betrayal.
It made Wendy want to throw up again.
When it was finally confirmed by Stan himself she had to practically sprint to her bathroom to lose her dinner. She sobbed for what felt like hours, screaming into her pillow. What had she done to deserve this? She wanted nothing more than to call Bebe and ask her to come comfort her, though she knew that Bebe was the main reason why this was happening. She was pregnant with his child, after all.
So, when Clyde invited her to the burning of his sheets, Wendy all but jumped at the opportunity to drown her sorrows. As sad as she may be, she was also full of anger. She seethed over the betrayal, cursing their names under her breath, already thinking of ways to get under their skin. They needed to pay for the humiliation they’d caused her. She didn’t have a clue of what to do yet, though. Maybe she’d ask Clyde for ideas.
Maybe he’d even want to help.
Wendy took her time getting ready, slipping on a dark green sweater and black jeans. She carefully applied mascara and eyeliner, choosing to forego foundation. She knew she’d cry again tonight, but for some reason the black streaks that would make their way down her cheeks were evidence that her pain was real. She stepped back to admire her outfit in the mirror as she ran a brush through her dark hair. Given the circumstances, she looked at least somewhat put together. It took Wendy a little bit longer than it should have to pick out a pair of shoes to wear as she dug somewhat frantically through the literal mountain of shoes on her closet floor. After what felt like forever, she found and decided upon her once-white air force 1’s.
She did a once over in the mirror again, and when she felt confident enough in her outfit, Wendy grabbed her keys, purse, and a handful of photos and slipped out of her bedroom. “I’m going to spend the night at Nichole’s!” She called out into the air as she descended the stairs, footsteps echoing loudly against the hardwood floors. “I’ll be back early tomorrow to get ready for school!” Wendy didn’t wait for an answer, slamming the front door behind her. She stood on her porch and tilted her head up to the sky to take a deep inhale of the cool night air, but only allowed herself a moment of silence before moving forward to unlock her car and slide into the driver’s seat. She pressed the ignition and turned the radio up loud, hoping the drown out her thoughts with the sound of whatever repetitive pop song was in the top 5 countdown.
The drive to Clyde’s was a short one, thankfully. She parked on the street where she’d just parked a couple days prior to pull him out of his front yard’s fence. She chuckled to herself as she got out of her car. Her life was so different then. How strange it is, she thought to herself, that things can change so quickly.
Wendy checked her phone just to make sure that she read Clyde’s message right, to just come in since he’d be outside. She walked up the sidewalk and onto his porch, turning the knob after only a moment’s hesitation. She knew this wasn’t a good idea, but she also knew she needed this.
Clyde’s house was dimly lit, the only light switched on being the one in the kitchen. It cast a warm glow across the nearby furniture, she noticed as she passed the living room towards the back door. She’d never been inside Clyde’s house before, Wendy realized as she glanced at the family photos on the wall with an innocent curiosity. It was a nice house, though it lacked in warmth. When Wendy reached the back door, she pulled it open slowly, stepping back out into the night air and pulling it shut behind her. There, she saw Clyde standing next to a fire pit full of burning fabric.
“I hope I’m not too late for the party.” She tried to joke with a shrug, but it came out kind of flat. Wendy cleared her throat in embarrassment and tried again. She stepped into the grass to stand shoulder to shoulder with Clyde, eyes captivated by the dancing flames. Well, as shoulder to shoulder as the two could get. “I was told there was booze, where’s my glass Mr. Bartender?”
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