Wendy swung the dark blue bathroom door open, knocking the peeling sign to the floor; her long black hair swooped behind her as she glided towards the mirror. Her fringe was sticking up slightly and her clear Vaseline was smudged. Luckily, the bathroom was empty so no-one could ask her why her purple, woollen sweater was inside out. She noticed this quickly and she trooped into a stall and fixed it and then trailed back to the mirror.
"Get a grip Wendy" she muttered to herself, splashing cold water in her face. She was engaged to Stan now and 4 hours after she had hooked up in the storeroom closet with Cartman. She knew 18 was too young to get engaged- after all she was still in high school. She secretly wished it was Cartman who she was with. They had been hooking up since they were 16. With Stan, she kind of loved him just as a friend, but with Cartman it was a love-hate relationship.
She stormed out the bathroom, only to bump into Kyle Broflovski, his Jew fro sticking out from his green hat. "Sorry" she muttered, looking at her feet. "Hey Wendy, I need to talk to you" he said looking at her straight in her violet- blue eyes. "What?" "You can't marry Stan!" "Why?" "I'm in love with Stan and I know you love Cartman".