Some Candy goodness, because I decided I needed to do het.
Pairing: Cartman/Wendy
Rating: T
Summary: Wendy hated Cartman, but even she had to admit...he has really pretty eyes.
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Wendy was a good girl. She did what her parents said; she fought for the right causes. She helped those in need and was always willing to lend a hand.
Everyone who looked at her figured her to be perfect. And so of course, she had to have the perfect imperfection.
She loved Stan more than anything. They had been on and off since they were eight years old. At sixteen, she could only see him in her future. There had been brief things with other people – Token, one time with Kyle...that hadn't worked at all – but in the end she always went back to Stan.
Stan had her heart, that much she was certain. The thing he didn't have was her attention. That belonged solely to the needy children in far off countries, and to a needy child in her own country.
In her state, in her town, in her school. And, sometimes, in her house. But only late at night, when her parents and boyfriend were all asleep and completely unaware. Only then did she give in, under the darkness of the night.
She gave in to her basic urges, and opened up the window, letting him inside.
Wendy hated Cartman but even she had to admit...he had really pretty eyes.
A few nights a month he would show, and every time she left, he took a little more of her attention with him off into the darkness. Carried it home where it stayed forever, never planning to return to her.
Her grades kept up, and her relationship stayed solid.
Somehow though, every time he left, she felt a little bit of her insides die.
Self hate.
Definitely the most perfect imperfection.