"I, um… let me start over. I—uh, can you hang on for a second?" the third grade girl stuttered. She hopped nervously off the podium.
And right in front of the crowd, and more importantly, her boyfriend, Wendy Testaburger kissed Eric Cartman, right on the lips.
The crowd instantly stopped its pitter-patter of side conversations, and witnessed the event that shook three lives.
Then as suddenly as the kiss had happened, it stopped. And the scenery changed. No longer was Wendy sitting in a hot, crowded gymnasium, but she was in a… meadow, with a… horse? And who was this sitting on the front of the horse?
"Wendy," Cartman said. "Kiss me!" He puckered his lips. And, although she was screaming in her head not to do it, she felt her lips doing the same.
"NOOOO!" 15-year-old Wendy Testaburger woke up screaming. What the fuck was that dream? Kissing Eric Cartman? That fatass? She was sick and tired of having that dream. Fifth time that week.
What the fuck. It was time to admit to herself… she had a crush on him. If anything, it was small, minor. But before she could elaborate on this thought, her mother burst in.
"Wendy! Are you okay?"
"Mom. I'm fine. It was just a… bad dream."
"Well your bad dream woke you up just in time. It's 6:45, time to get up," Mrs. Testaburger said, and then left.
Wendy groaned. She hated waking up early, despite her love of school. It was just… things at school have gotten so hard and complicated.
Ever since her nasty breakup with Stan a few months ago, people hadn't really been very kind to Wendy. They blamed the whole thing on her, and everyone except her few closest friends had basically shunned her. She was really upset; the breakup was hard on her, too, although it was more mutual. Wendy couldn't necessarily remember why they had broken up; they just had.
As Wendy walked to school, she thought about her feelings for Cartman. She didn't like him… it was just a nighttime fantasy. Right?
By the time third period rolled around, Wendy was sure it was a fantasy; that it meant nothing. That is, until, she walked into her third period classroom.
Cartman was standing in the middle of the room talking to a few other guys. He saw her, gave a subtle nod, and continued the conversation. He'd been strangely good about her and Stan's breakup. One boy saw the nod, and turned around. Wendy should've recognized that hat instantly… Stan. He saw her, was shocked, then clear hurt and pain washed over his face. He turned away, leaving Wendy feeling a lot guiltier than she had been, for reasons unknown.
Meanwhile, Cartman gave Wendy another look, saying sorry about him. She nodded.
Why is he being so nice to me? He was never this nice to me before… but... he's an asshole!
She shook all thoughts of Eric Cartman out of her mind and sat down to work.
