This one will be a very short story. I thought I would try to redeem myself by giving you guys a real Candy fic, lol. This is based on the song Part II (On The Run) by Jay Z and Beyonce. Enjoy!

Cliché

Prologue

Wendy's POV

What Eric Cartman and I have is far from perfect. It's a typical case of a good girl falling for the bad boy. I really don't see Cartman as a bad boy, but from the outside looking in that's how he comes off.

They said he wasn't good enough for me. They said he's not my type. They said he'll bring me down. They said he's not perfect. They said I can do much better.

But who wants a perfect love story anyway? That's so cliché! I'm with a man that I love with all my heart and he loves me. Isn't that all that should matter? Instead of seeing me as a good girl gone bad, why can't they see him as a bad guy gone good?

"Looking good babe!" Cartman winks at me. He's in a nice tuxedo while I'm in a nice white dress. We're at a tattoo parlor doing what any normal loving couple does...get each other's names tattooed on us. Cartman got my name tattooed on his neck and I'm getting his tattooed on my right arm.

"Thanks. I love yours. Did it hurt?" I ask him.

"Pfft, I'm bad ass! Of course this little tattoo didn't hurt!"

I laugh at him. I guess that was a silly question. Cartman already has 15 other tattoos, he's use to this pain. For me, this is my first and…OUCH!

"So are you sure you're ready to do this?" He whispers to me.

"I am." I smile.

"You know there's no going back, right?"

I nod. "I know…" Once my tattoo is finished, we leave and get in a car that I don't recognize. I think it may be a stolen car. "Cartman, I don't know about this…" I tell him as he hotwires the car.

"We can't drive in my car or your car, we'll get caught." He takes my hand and we looks down at our rings. "I would do anything to make sure my wife is protected." He kisses my hand. "I love you Mrs. Cartman."

"I love you too Mr. Cartman." We start kissing. In the middle of our make out session, we hear sirens. Cartman quickly pulls away.

"Oh shit, it's the boys! Time to put the pedal to the medal!" He mashes on the gas and drives off. After about 10 minutes he finally slows down. "I think we lost them."

"Thank goodness."

"How about you pour us a drink?" He smirks. I nod. I pour some vodka in a cup for him, I add cranberry juice to mine. "Thanks babe, you're the best!"

"You're welcome!" I hold up my cup. "Cheers!"

He laughs. "What are we toasting to?"

"To us!" I smile and tell him. Not only in this toast to us, but it's also a toast to the clichés in a dark past. We toast and begin drinking. Our journey is just getting started. It's probably going to be a long one. Who knows how long we'll be on the run. So now, our story begins…