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I don't own a damn thing, ect ect.
Also this it a rough version made for my enjoyment. I didn't want to share this since I think it's total crap but then I decided the worst that will happen is someone getting butt hurt over not being cannon enough or my grammar. If you don't like it, you can suck on mah balls!
Through middle school Wendy busted her ass to get into a prestigious high school that she had her sights set on for as long as she could remember. It meant she got teachers who actually knew what they were doing, smaller class sizes, and best of all the room to grow and be her own person. She hadn't been rooming alone, she was with another girl but people didn't join this school to party, they joined it to further themselves and that's exactly what she had done. Acing her senior finals she was guaranteed to go to the high school's sister college where she just knew that she would breeze through that as well. Gathering the rest of her belongings out of her old dorm she couldn't help but to feel nervous. It had been four years since she left home.
She had exchanged letters with Stan, they had promised to save themselves for when she got back but that wasn't what she was worried about. She had felt her feelings for him start to fade and she was afraid that the only feelings of love shes had were wake all this time. Not that she had wasted any of her time stuck on one man. She was too busy with school to date anyway. There was something else nagging at the back of her head too. She couldn't figure it out and time was lost on figuring out what the feeling was. Now that she was heading home she put that thought aside. A summer with her old friends should be refreshing and she shouldn't be letting herself get off to a bad start like this.
The bus ride back, although long, went by quick and in no time Wendy had unloaded her bags at the small station at the edge of town. Stan and Kyle were waiting for her both excited to see her and both had filled out nicely since she had seen them last. Like peas in a pod both had played football through high school their bodies sculpted nicely. Kyle helped grab her bags while Stan took her into his arms into a deep kiss. They had almost their whole summer planned out, trips to the lake, spa days, and cuddle time. Wendy exhaled in relief when the nagging feeling she felt seemed to disappear. That didn't last long as she was lead to the other side of the building where they had parked their car and standing there waiting was the missing half of the crew, Kenny and Cartman.
Kenny had dropped the orange hoodie and picked up an orange shirt that hugged his body well and let his lovely face see light of day. That wasn't what got her, it was Cartman. He was still round in the middle but he wasn't rolls of fat like he had been when she saw him last. Getting closer it became obvious that he stood a good couple of inches above everyone else. There was something about him that brought the nagging back but she still couldn't put her finger on it. His height didn't seem to intimidate any of the others as the general slew of insults flew between them. Wendy thought she heard a 'welcome back ho' in there somewhere but brushed it off. She wasn't going to let anyone get to her this early into her vacation.
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Cartman Scowled on the inside but on the surface he kept his emotions hidden under a shield of apathy. He hadn't accomplished anything through high school and even his hijinks had taken a sharp decline in the pass few years. He had nothing to look forward to in life and he had nothing constructive to add to community. But he was fine with that, he had other things planned, he always did. Stan had bought an older two seat sports car for a deal so when it was announced that his whore Wendy was coming back into town he got hounded into driving Kyle and Kenny to the bus stop as well. He had feigned annoyance but honestly he was glad to be out of the house. His whore mother had only gotten worse and her hook ups made up almost most of her income.
He and Kenny waited in the parking lot while Stan and Kyle made their way around the other side of the building. Sighing he wondered when Stan was going to tell Wendy about his relationship with Kyle, before or after he banged her. That made him mad thinking about it then the anger rose even more because he was mad that he cared in the first place. After this summer fuck them all, all going to colleges out of town, off on their own lives. Cartman hadn't applied to any colleges, again not caring about what his future held. Kenny seemed indifferent to anything that ever happened, although he was a mysterious man and deep down even Cartman had to admit, just a little, that he feared him.
By the way the trio came back around the corner he knew Stan was going to drag things out. As they got closer he held his breath as he watched Wendy in a false slow motion. Her long black hair coiling around her neck in the gentle mountain wind accenting her face that had become more defined and lean like the rest of her, the hint at a small four pack peaking out below her shirt. Everything about her had become perfect the slow motion waring off when Kenny elbowed him in the side.
"Ow bitch" Cartman rubbed his side but didn't do anything back, the trio was in earshot. They were talking about the lake trip next week, he thought it was still too early to go swimming but fuck if anyone listened to what he wanted. He wasn't planning on going anyway, a new game was coming out the same week and he already had it on preorder. Wendy did a double take when she looked his way and stopped smiling, but only for a moment regaining her composure all in seconds. Great, the dumb bitch still hated him. Another thing that didn't mater in the realm of Cartman but she still made one more person standing there taunting him.
Stan and Wendy got into the two seater after loading her bags in the small trunk, they barely fit. Getting into the drivers seat Cartman watched as the small car drove off towards Stan's house his hate flaring back up again. Kenny got into the passengers seat and Kyle in the back, no argument there, quiet. Kyle was obviously nervous and Cartman couldn't blame him, Stan had probably decided to wait until the last week, or even day, to tell Wendy what was really going on so they didn't ruin her summer. Dicks.
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Nothing had changed since she was gone. Everything was where it was four years ago and even a few of the people seemed to have stayed cemented in place waving as they drove by. The only obvious change was the new family that had moved into her old house. When Wendy had taken off her parents decided to move into Denver in a smaller, one bedroom house. She was happy for them though, they didn't have to worry about her any more but it was nice to hear their voices once a month when they called. She would be staying at Stan's house, it only seemed natural. They had been together for so long it was a fact of life and Stan's parents didn't protest.
Taking her bags up stairs to Stan's room she saw Cartman drop off Kenny and Kyle then speed off, Weird. Usually Cartman went out of his way to make her life miserable and after four years she figured he'd want to play catch up. She felt relieved though knowing that for now she wouldn't have to deal with him. Looking around she could tell Stan had cleaned his room in a rush, piles of clothes and magazines in the corners and a strained looking closet. The bed was perfect though and it sent a pang of love through her body followed by relief that the feelings were still there.
Stan took her into his arms leaning his forehead against hers looking into her eyes. It had been so long and she felt her emotional walls fall as her lips locked with his. The fire she had felt flared back up as she pushed her body into his chasing each others tongues around inside their mouths. She was sure this was the moment, Stan's hand started to travel up her shirt when they got interrupted with a sharp cough at the door.
"If you guys were going to fuck at least close the damn door." Kenny spoke first his voice deeper then Wendy could have imagined. Kyle stood at an angle behind him his face full of mixed emotion, almost pained. He must have had an interesting ride back and with Cartman as the driver she's shocked that either of the two were still alive. "I thought we were going out for lunch but if you guys want to keep sucking face I'm ok with that. That just give Kyle and I some alone time." He smiled deviously taking Kyle under arm, his face whiter then it was before. Wendy had heard snip its from Stan on how intimidating Kenny had become and how he could unnerve anyone, even intimidate Cartman. Kyle's face reflect it all as he tried to struggle against Kenny's iron grip.
"Sorry bro we got caught in the moment." Stan let her go straightening his shirt and running a hand through his hair. "Let us finish getting settled and we can walk their in ten." Kenny just continued to smile wickedly nodding his head as he dragged a limp Kyle back down stairs. Wendy almost felt sorry for him. Stan let out a sigh "I guess we better pick up later if we want a sane Kyle the rest of the summer." Wendy was worn from the ride but a nice walk in the cool weather sounded like a better pick me up then to be stifled in Stan's house the rest of the day. Although maybe that wouldn't have been too bad either.
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Cartman sped off from Stan's house driving with no general purpose. He wasn't invited to any of today's activities and if he was invited to anything it was for them to use him. Kenny couldn't afford a car and Kyle never had a reason to get one before now, him and Stan might as well have been attached at the hip. South Park was a small town and sat miles away from any other civilization leaving plenty of country roads for Cartman to speed down, the town should really get more then one cop. This wasn't the first time he had speed down these roads and he doubted it would be the last.
His mom just happened to have banged a car sales man when Cartman turned 16. It wasn't a piece of shit but it wasn't top of the line. The man had handed him the keys then went upstairs to fuck his mom, happy fucking birthday. That was when he first tried the roads in anger ending up running out of gas miles from home, the dick hadn't even left a half tank. That's when he had found a cluster of trees a farmer had left standing for no apparent reason, that was where he was heading now. He hadn't told anyone about this place and no one asked, no one cared where Cartman went as long as it was far away from them.
Over the years he was able to fashion himself a fort that the land owner had left, a silent agreement that as long as his stuff was left alone he didn't set things on fire. Pulling up slowly into a makeshift parking spot Cartman felt his anger start to fade, a good round of 'stress relief' would fix it all. Walking through a small tarp door he turned to the thickest tree and exhaled. Before him was a tree he had wrapped and continued to re-wrap in cloth and padding, it was stained with blood and sweat from last week's session when he had heard Wendy was coming back. Throwing the first punch the rest followed while he threw himself back into his thoughts. It must be his mom's recent endeavors that are pissing him off. She was taking on more then one man at a time, everyone's screams lasting twice as long into the morning leaving him with less and less sleep.
But his thoughts kept drifting back to Wendy and how hot she looked, how she look at Stan with such love and how she looked at him today like she always had. Fuck that ho. But the way she had grown in the pass four years was painfully taunting, his punches growing stronger as he felt his pants tighten around his crotch. It was just lust, he was lusting after that bitch, not love. Cartman didn't feel for anyone and everyone felt the same back. It had to have been the way she was dressed. It wasn't the first time Cartman had gotten excited, high school girls left little to the imagination leading to many masturbation sessions. But this felt different then when Bebe had lost her top, or when another girl got her bottoms pulled down at the lake. Slowing down he finally decided it must have been from lack of sleep. He would camp out here tonight away from the shitty town. He wasn't worried about what his mom would think, she didn't notice if he was home or not. And with Wendy in town no one would be worrying about him.