"Um, everyone voted on what to do for the school festival right?" The student council president asked the class.

As the class nodded and loudly said "yes" in unison, she took hold of the "wise box" and shook it side to side, up and down. The "wise box" was actually a shoe box with a thin rectangle cut in the middle so each student can slip in their choice. The students named it the "wise box" because it solved almost any problem in the class. The class president believed in an anonymous system. The teacher was off getting coffee in the vending machines and to the teacher's lounge.

After shaking the box thoroughly, the class president uncovered the "wise box" and picked a piece of paper with her eyes closed, looking away from it. She unfolded the paper and the answer was revealed.

"Chocolate Factory." The class president said aloud.

The students stood in silence as they contemplated the event in their head, their faces went from determined focus to awe. The class clown, Clyde, stood abruptly from his desk shouting, "That's so cool!" The rest of the class laughed lightly as they agreed with smiles.

The class president smiled as she turned to the class, "Which student came up with a good idea?" Everyone looked around but no one stepped up to say it was them. "Come on, don't be shy." She beamed.

After a long while she decided to give up on who it was. The entire class was buzzing on ideas for the Chocolate factory. The boys and girls in the kitchen would be dressed in chocolate brown and have white lace and elegant design. Half the students would switch shifts. Half of those would make the chocolate, the other half serve the incoming students in oompa loompa costumes, but cute or cool ones of course. Then there will be one boy and one girl in a Willy Wonka costumes in the front door welcoming the costumers. The other whole half of the students would be away to enjoy the school festival. There would be candies of all sorts and each table would have a mini chocolate fountain to dip the candies and fruits in. Sweet tea would be served, all types of Danishes, sweet cakes, cupcakes, and cream filled delights as well. Strawberries would be the main fruit, followed by peaches, raspberries, bananas, and cherries. Each student leaving would receive a miniature gift bag containing a bar of chocolate, a giant swirled lollipop, dot candy, a large marshmallow, and an even smaller bag of corn candy. If the half the school didn't have at least a cavity by the end of the festival, it would have been a failure.

The issue of money to get all the luxuries came across, but the class president was prepared with such a dismay. She decided that she would cover two thirds of the expenses with her allowance money that she has always saved up. It's not important money anyways, she just never found a need to spend it all, unlike her best friend who would spend it all on a day of shopping in the mall. The class president had a fiarly rich family and a large allowance, so she found it no problem. Although the other students felt guilty and didn't let her cover all the expenses, they all decided to give a portion of their money into the expenses, all except the poorest student in class. His name was Kenny McCormick.

"Great so we can start decorating everything during summer break which starts in three days." The class president announced as the lunch period started.

She went to her desk to collect money for anpan in the cafeteria. "Wendy!" a voice behind the class president called out. She turned to see her best friend walking towards her. "I can't meet up with you at lunch today; I'll be eating with Kyle again today."

Truthfully the class president was a bit disappointed, but she put that aside to cheer and support her friend in her relationship with the smartest boy in class. "Its okay, Bebe." She responded with a masked smile. "I need to go over the English homework anyways. I just can't get contractions clearly. I keep confusing 'you're' and 'your'."

"Oh, Wendy, you're always studying. You know I always hated the English language, I would much prefer something cool like French or Spain." Bebe complained.

"It's Spanish, Bebe." Wendy giggled. "Well if you want to graduate, you need to know English at least. Just Japanese isn't going to get you a diploma."

"I'll just have Kyle tutor me." She said waving as she ran to clutch at Kyle's arm. He blushed as he turned back to wave bye to Wendy. She waved back to both of them.

Truth is, she would like to join them, and Bebe asked her to, but after her messy break up with Stan in middle school, everyone blamed her and shunned her. They all sympathized with Stan and comforted and pitied him. No one ever thought that he ignored her so much she felt isolated and lost. No one ever considered how heavy her heart felt whenever she tried to make plans with him but he blew her off nonchalantly for his friends. It's not that she was an attention whore, or was demanded of his every waking moment. She just wanted to spend time with him, at least once a week. They saw each other a lot in elementary and in the beginning of middle school they went on regular dates, and he still had time for his friends. It was perfect. Then suddenly in the second year of middle school, he gave the excuse for a giant baseball tournament. She thought since he hated baseball that he was only trying to please his parents. So she waited patiently for all of baseball season. Then when it was finally over and his team reluctantly won, she asked him to a movie. He denied, saying he needed to rest. She still let him be, but after a few months, she grew restless. He even stopped hanging out with her after school. The study sessions stopped and then Valentines came up. She gave him chocolates as always but he awkwardly took it and said he'd eat it later. He stuffed it in his bag, but about two months after when she was gathering her things after school she noticed he left his bag.

She picked it up with the intention of giving it back to him, but an inconsiderate boy was running in the halls and bumped her to the ground. All of Stan's possessions went flying to the marbled floor. She immediately started gathering them to put them back inside the back neatly, but she found the chocolates unopened in his sack. Luckily there were no other students in the halls because she started to cry. She showed up hours later on his door step. He thanked her for bringing his bag. She asked if they could take a walk and talk for a while. He said he had some homework to finish, but she gave him a serious look of pained determination. He sighed and reluctantly came out to walk with him.

"A boy pushed me in the hallways when I found your bag." Wendy said as they took small steps on the side of the road.

"Oh…um, ok." Stan said distracted as he stared up at the trees.

Wendy felt tears stung her eyes. "He didn't even ask if I was okay." She thought as she clutched her skirt as she walked.

"All your stuff fell out." She said, her head still looking down.

"What? Did you get all my stuff?" Stan said, not even considering how sore her hip was with each step she took, and how painful it was to reach for his things on the floor as her hip throbbed. "How could he, he doesn't care."

"Yeah, but I saw the chocolates I gave you on Valentines." She said.

"Huh… Oh yeah! That. Dude, sorry. Just slipped my mind." He said with a careless smile.

Wendy stopped walking, halting Stan in surprise. She looked up with tearful eyes, "Do you still love me?" She said directly.

"Wendy, you're overreacting for a box of chocolates." He said without emotion.

"I made those. You know I'm not good at cooking; I spend all night on them. I didn't even have time to study for the test the day later from cleaning up the kitchen. I was so tired I couldn't even look at a book after I was done cleaning. I failed the test, but I didn't make a big deal of it. You didn't even say thank you. You never even gave me chocolates on White day. You said you forgot. Still I didn't make a big deal." She said, wiping away her oncoming tears.

Stan sighed. "Sorry, babe." He said as he hugged her. "I didn't know how important it was to you."

"Liar." She said.

"What? I apologized. The fuck?" He said, irritated.

"You never answered my question. How can I believe you if you can't even say it anymore." She said glaring up at him with tearful eyes.

"Say what?" He glared back.

"I asked you if you still loved me." She said, he was taken aback. "Well? Do you still love me, Stan?"

"I… Wendy… how…" He looked around as if trying to find a distraction. "I…"

She pushed him softly but with effect away. "Don't even bother. We're through."

"What?" Stan asked, his face looked literally broken.

"Nothing you can say can take me back. I gave you all the chances, yet you've brushed me off ever since baseball season. You don't love me. You hesitated." She said.

"Wendy, I'm sor-" He said, leaning his hand to her.

She smacked it away and ran off saying, "Next time have the guts to break up with me rather than stringing me along like that."

She spent all of Sunday on her bed crying and eating ice cream. She had to exercise the pounds she gained afterwards of course.

Of course Wendy was more mature now; she is a 2nd year in high school now. Still, no one wanted in class, except Bebe and sometimes Tweak, wanted to hang around her. They just put of cheerful smiles in class, but they whispered behind her back. Whore, bitch, cold, insensitive, horrible, mean, heartbreaker. She's heard them all. Still she loved to be class president and she wanted to make all the students happy in the class. They say they felt guilty letting her spend so much money on the festival, but she knows how they really feel. "I don't want to accept money from that pretentious whore." Something along the lines of that anyways.

She stood in line for her anpan, but half way she gave up. She didn't feel up to much today. She decided to go to the school roof since Tweak was still sick at home since yesterday. She had the key a janitor gave her. She sat against the wall and took out her phone. She opened the alarm tab on her phone. She planned to set an alarm for when lunch ended.

"What time was it again…?" She said thinking aloud.

"12:15." A nasal voice from behind spoke in monotone.

She turned to see Craig Tucker. He was notorious for being quiet and broody. People assumed him to be a delinquent or a secret gang leader. Others went as far as to say he was a serial killer, since he seemed so unfeeling and apathetic to everything. He was in constant trouble for fights and for flipping the bird to everything that moved.

"Oh… thanks." She said punching in the numbers and setting the alarm.

He sat next to her. "Ms. Class President." He said in English with a rough Japanese accent.

"Can I help you?" She said, a bit irritated.

"Don't you ever get tired?" He asked in Japanese.

"Of being class president? No, never." She answered.

"No, not of that." He said.

"Then what?" She asked.

He turned to her and said with a serious face. "Of being alone all the time?"

She sat there gaping, her blush growing. "How did he…"

"Don't try and deny it, the entire school is brainwashed to hate you by Stan, right? Doesn't it bother you?" He said sipping a bitter juice she didn't notice he had.

Her shock waned as she lowered her head to stare at the phone in her hands.

"Wow! That's such a cool phone!" Stan said as the two were about 13 years old and walking in a carnival.

"Thanks! My Mom said I should get one so that if I get lost I can call her. It's a simple design, but I wouldn't want anything complicated." She said blushing from the smile he gave her. This was just before the baseball season.

"My girlfriend is so cool." Stan bragged aloud, making Wendy blush even more.

"You're cool too Stan." She said with a red face.

Suddenly as she was walking, a hand came to her vision. Stan held her jaw line and brought their faces together. They kissed and for a long time too.

When Stan parted he whispered "I love you" against her lips.

Wendy's whole face was scarlet. Then she realized, "Wait, you didn't vomit."

Stan turned back surprised as he realized that fact. Stan barfed everytime she came too close near him.

Wendy smiled as she hugged him. "That's so cool!" She squealed.

Meanwhile Stan seemed to be deep in thought for the rest of the day.

"Actually," Wendy said as she tried fighting tears from spilling, thank God her hair was long enough to cover her face. "It's better that way." She smiled as she said cheerfully.

"Better?" Craig looked skeptical. "Really?"

"Yeah, no drama. I can study all I want. I have time to think of who I am, lost teenager and all. I hear no annoying gossip, and I don't have to go anywhere after school. I can just be lazy at home." She said with a smile.

"You're always smiling," He said as he took a sip of his bitter drink. "It's annoying." He stood up and handed the drink to her. He walked away but not before stopping halfway to say, "It would be nice to see how you really look."

As he left completely, she noticed the drink was almost full. She didn't want to drink from it, but when her stomach rumbled she felt she hadn't a choice. She drank it but made a gross face. "Ew! Bitter!" She stared at it for a while. "Well I guess I am what I drink." She whispered as she continued to drink it.

She was taking her outdoor shoes from the shoe lockers (1). Everyone was already gone since she had to stay after school to attend a meeting to decide where her class would be in the school festival. They had the first floor, room 1-9. She realized it was raining as she stepped out under the shade. She didn't bring an umbrella or a raincoat. She sighed and decided to go through the rain. As she stepped forward a voice stopped her.

"Miss Class President." A nasal and deep voice spoke in sketchy English. She turned to see Craig again, but with an umbrella. "You'll get sick if you walk in the rain."

"I don't have much of a choice, now do I?" She said, more rudely than she'd have liked.

"Where do you live?" He asked, his face with void of any emotion, or though it seemed to be that way.

"Up that hill near the Ramen Restaurant." She said pointing a clear hill in a fairly good distance.

"Don't you have a limo to take you?" He asked.

She chuckled. "How rich do you think I am?"

He went into the rain with the umbrella. "Aren't you getting in?" He asked like it was a normal occurrence.

She felt an irritating feeling creeping up in her, especially when around him. The only two times she really talked, or rather interacted more than just classmates was today. So far she found him annoying, he simply pissed her off. Though she had no idea why, maybe it was his arrogance.

"Thank you very much." She said politely as she stepped in under the dry umbrella. They walked in silence for a while before it was broken.

"Look a snake." Craig said as he pointed to a small venom less snake trying to shelter itself under a bush. It slithered quickly as if it was being chased away.

"I suppose we could win the lottery soon (2)." Wendy said with smile.

"That'd be cool." Craig said aloud.

Wendy stared up at him as he continues to look on ahead. She couldn't figure him out. He wasn't a delinquent… was he?

After a while Craig broke the silence again. "Do we take a left or right?" Wendy looked ahead to find the familiar cross roads.

"Left." She said.

The continued to walk in awkward silence. She looked up at him again. "Why is he being so nice?" she thought.

"Is this it?" He said stopping in front of a large apartment building with modern western décor.

"Uh, yeah. It's the sixth floor." She said pointing up.

"It looks so tall, how many floors are there?" He asked looking up, squinting through the rain.

"Eight floors. My dad's boss owns the entire 8th floor. They haven't moved in yet, they only bought it last month. I hear they're going to move in during the fall." Wendy said casually.

They went inside the lobby and Craig closed his umbrella. He looked up to see a giant ass lobby. There where white walls with scarlet and gold decorations. A huge mirror was in the left side of the wall. Velvet couches were in the center and they had a golden table in the middle, the edges golden and the platform of it clear glass. The rug under it all was a Leopold print, with light yellow and white tainted colors. To the far right, which the entire lobby was ridiculously wide, were a reception desk with a mature Japanese woman working and moderating the building. The whole floor was of marble and was almost spotless. The walls had elegant paintings and the doors where automatic. All in all, the lobby had a regal taste and looked more like a hotel than an apartment lobby.

Honestly, Craig felt awkward and intimidated by the regal taste of the westernized building. It was an odd and rare feeling for him to experience, intimidation I mean. He turned back to exit the wealthy lobby without a word until he was stopped by a voice.

"Uh, Tucker-san?" He heard Wendy say. He turned to her. "Um… I just wanted to say…" She immediately bowed in a thankful and humble manner. "Thank you, for the drink and for walking me in the rain."

He simply stared at her with a serious and emotionless face. She stared back at him, uneasy and waiting for a reply. After a long time of awkwardness, Craig smirked cockily at her and flipped her off. "You should be more responsible, Miss Class President." He said turning back and walking out of the automatic doors.

She simply stared at him as he left, completely shocked. After having his words sunk in, her shocked face turned to anger. "S-Stupid!" She shrieked as she stomped off ahead to the elevator, ignoring the lobbyist's greeting.

"Who does that bastard think he is!" Wendy thought as she had her arms folded and the elevator doors closed on her.

A/N: Okay so obviously, this is a Crendy story. It's like an alternative universe with the same characters. A lot of similar things happen, but it's a completely different setting. It's in Japan, I haven't decided on was city or town in Japan, but if you guys could help me, that'd be awesome. So basically Wendy is the class president (obviously), but is shunned by the school in whisper. Her best friend Bebe has even drifted apart, and why? Stan Marsh. That's why. He's not the bad guy, per se… just a huge upcoming conflict in the story. I'm going to go really deep in Craig, Stan, Wendy, and other characters. I want to make this kind of similar to a shoujo manga. Wendy and Craig being the main pairing. I had to research a bunch of Japanese stuff, since I'm… well I'm not Japanese nor do I live in Japan. But it was fun. I feel like drawing this story out. But I probably won't put it up for a long time, or ever. I'm fickle like that. Oh and, I love Wendy, she's like my 2nd favorite character. I almost made her significant other Kyle, my favorite character (along with Stan), but I'm a bit fascinated by Crendy. I love yaoi and yuri, but I kind of wanna focus on hetero couples in this story, but who knows I'll probably put some cute yaoi/yuri couples.

Oh and yes, I made Wendy fucking rich… that doesn't mean Craig's poor, that's Kenny's job, it just means he's average in wealth status.

There were numbers during the story… here's what they mean:

Shoe lockers are that thing you always see in anime… like in Toradora, or Clannad, Lucky Star, Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya, Kimi Ni Todoke, etc. The place where they get their shoes before going to class and where they get their shoes before leaving… also the place where a bunch of fangirls of the main hero or love interest of the heroine gets love letters or chocolates piled and stuffed in their lockers on Valentine's day. It's called the shoe locker… you exchange indoor and outdoor shoes there.

In Japan if you see a snake it's considered good luck in wealth and fortune. The idea was derived by Chinese superstitions but adapted by the Japanese. No, I did not copy and paste that, I'm actually very articulate with words. XP