Sweet Victory~
Wendy Testaburger was his, God dammit! His, his, his. And nobody else's.
Sure, she could let Stan kiss those perfect lips. She could go and sob all over the Jew's shoulder. She could let Kenny listen to the pretty melody of her voice, for fuck's sake. But, when it all came down to it, Wendy belonged to Eric Cartman. Period. End of story.
Cartman never was very good at sharing.
He set out to make sure he didn't have to. Making sure the ink-haired beauty saw Stan talking to other girls, or better yet, friggin' gays. Being just a step closer than Kyle when she came crying. Setting Kenny up with chicks whenever Wendy might need to talk. Eric Cartman became the center of her universe. Exactly the way he wanted it.
She snuggled in closer to him, breathing even and relaxed. He smirked, throwing an arm across her body and pulling her tightly against him. All he had to do now was hold onto her. Which would be a piece of fucking cake. Cartman had been called every foul name in the book, but the people who loved him? They never left.
Eric Cartman was possibly the most manipulative person in the world. And there was no doubt he could have it all, but, for then, Wendy Testaburger being in his arms, and his arms alone, was more than enough.
A/N: Yeah, so, Candy is kind of my new obsession. Considering there is no one else I like Cartman with at all and they'd be perfect. Feedback is nice, I can't tell if I'm any good at South Park yet.
