"Can you pass the purple marker?" Wendy asked, forcing herself to sound polite. She was wear a black sports bra, and black pants. The bra looked like a shirt anyway – not that fatass would ever notice anyway. Her hair was piled into a messy bun on the top of her head, some locks hanging loosely, framing her pretty face.

"No."

"Excuse me?" She sighed, exasperatedly, eyes darting up to the large man in front of her.

"If you want it, come over here and get it." He scoffed, twirling said marker in his fingers. He stared at her with a lazy smirk. "I'm not gonna give it to you."

"Just roll it over, or toss it over Cartman. Jesus." She rolled her eyes.

"No Wendy. If you want the purple marker, you can come over here and get it." He said calmly, looking back down at the paper. He slowly tugged the cap of the marker off, making random dots across the blank page. He wasn't doing anything other than trying to annoy her, and they both knew it.

Wendy sighed and shifted her legs out from underneath her, crawling across the bed to where he sat in her desk chair. As she reached her hand for the marker, he grabbed it.

Wendy let out a startled cry as she was jerked forward. She fell against Eric's chest, surprised that she didn't sink right in. It was solid, sturdy. She looked up at him, an annoyed expression on her face. "Cartman."

He leaned down, quickly pecking her lips, before shoving the marker into her hands. He pushed her back onto the bed, and Wendy landed on her bum.

They stared at each other for a long moment, before they both returned to their papers.

Many markers and kisses were exchanged that night, in the privacy of Wendy's bedroom.