Kyle X Wendy, Oh yes, I went there. For some reason I just think they'd work.

Aw damn, I wish I had something interesting to write for this author's note but I don't. So I think I just use this space to say Vote Stephen Colbert for President '08

Disclaimer: Matt and Trey own them, and thank god they do.

Chapter 3. People Are Strange

Lunch. It was probably the only reason Kyle liked going to a small school. South Park High was small enough that everyone had lunch at the same time. That meant all of his friends were in the cafeteria and he had the option of choosing which friends to sit with. Normally his table consisted of Stan, Kenny, and that bastard Cartman. Sometimes Wendy would sit with her boyfriend nuzzling his neck but most of the time she hung out with her girl friends. Which would it be today?

It didn't take Kyle long to spot Wendy over at the accustomed girl's table. She was alone. So rushing out of the locker room before gym class was officially over was worth it after all. He walked briskly to the table and took a seat on the bench next to Wendy. When she didn't notice him, as she was reading a book on "The History of Modern Medicine" quite intensely, he scooted as close as possible to her, their thighs bumping together, trying to squish her but having no one on the other side made it difficult.

"Hi, is there a reason you decided to invade my personal space?" Despite the subject of the sentence she asked it sweetly to show her lack of concern.

Instead of giving into to her playful teasing like he normally would have, he knew her friends would begin to file into the lunch room soon and decided to get business over with. "Do you want to work on the project together?" Kyle proposed the idea.

Wendy raked her mind but could not recall for the life of her what he was talking about.

"What project?"

"And I thought I was the one who missed half of History class." He really couldn't hold in the retort.

"Hey!" It might have been true she wasn't exactly focused because she was admiring a certain someone, but that didn't give him any right to tease her! Even if he was the certain someone she was admiring. She could feel her cheeks burning and silently prayed she wasn't blushing. It was time to get her mind off of it. "Why do you want to partner up with me?"

"Because if you're not my partner, Cartman will call dibs on me because he knows he can get a good grade without doing any work, because unlike him I don't want to fail."

"Okay then. You'll have to explain the project to me though." It was good only Kyle would know she spaced out in class, as long as he didn't know why. The last thing Wendy wanted to do was walk up to the teacher and ask, 'Oh hey do you think you could explain this project to me because I was totally busy checking out Kyle while you were talking.' Not that she'd put it in those words.

Bebe came bouncing over to the table about to tell the juicy gossip of the day when she spotted her best friend and the Broflovski boy. Her face dropped as her eyes focused on the black haired girl's leg pressed right up against Kyle's and Wendy's hand on his knee. It was only after following Bebe's gaze that Wendy realized what was wrong. She didn't even remember putting her hand there, but she removed it before Kyle seemed to notice anything happened.

"Well I'll see you later." Bebe's arrival was Kyle's cue to leave.

The blonde girl wasn't going to let the exchange go that easily though. "Hey Wends, are you and Ky-"

Wendy saw where she was going and cut her off quickly "No!"

"Right…" Bebe's words were laced with suspicion but she let the subject drop.

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Wendy took the back seat this time. It was probably a bad idea because Stan was fighting with Kyle over the radio station instead of concentrating on the road. She subconsciously pulled at her seat belt making sure it was snug around her waist. Kyle was finally able to convince her boyfriend to leave Bob Marley playing, but redhead didn't get away without a smack to the back of the head. Her crystal blue eyes watched her breathe fog up the window as familiar houses pass by outside. She rested her forehead on the glass and ran a hand through her hair only to feel the disheveled ponytail. A sigh escaped as she remembered why it was there.

After government class Wendy had immediately sought out her best friend Bebe who helped her detach the wad of gum from her head. Unfortunately it had to be cut at an awkward spot in her hair, which was clearly visible. Wendy hadn't wanted to go around school looking like a retard. So Bebe suggested that she put her hair in a bun until she could go to the salon. She took this advice.

Wendy was still mourning over the loss of her beautiful hair as the car came to a stop in the Marsh's driveway. Apparently she had missed something because next thing she knew the boys were racing out of the car and trying to trip each other as they made their way to the door. Stan made it there first, but to be fair Kyle had a longer distance from the passenger's seat. The door must have been locked because even with the time it took for Wendy to get out of the car, walk around it and to the door the boys still weren't inside.

"Can't figure out how to open a door?" She couldn't help the insult. It was their own faults, really, for acting like idiots.

They stared at her. A couple of does caught in the headlights. Absolutely clueless. She had to keep herself from laughing at them. Instead she pointed to the door. Stan seemed to get the clue and started digging around in his pockets until he pulled out his key chain, which consisted of his house key, a car key, Kyle's house key, Wendy's house key, Kenny's house key, and a key to the football equipment and locker room at school. Needless to say Stan was a well-trusted guy.

Kyle's thoughts must have been on Stan's keys too because as his friend opened the door he asked, "I wonder if the key for the locker room works on the girl's locker room too. I mean the janitor has that one key that opens all the classrooms."

"I don't know, never tried." A smirk was on his face as he answered. They were up to their schemes again.

"And you're not going to," Wendy interrupted. But honestly she knew they had already cooked up their plan without any words and nothing she said was going to get through their thick skulls. The female member of the group pushed the two troublemakers through the door and into the warm house.

Kyle shed his winter coat making himself at home without a word. He pounced onto the couch and kicked his shoes off. When his saw Stan and Wendy getting ready to make out by the door he picked up his green converse and chucked it at his childhood friend, something he'd never do in his own house out of fear of his mother. Normally he wouldn't do it in the Marsh house either but he really didn't want to sit through a make out session.

"Ow." The black hair boy rubbed at where the shoe hit him in the chest and sent a short glare in Kyle's direction. "I'm going to go upstairs and get the PS2. What game?"

"Guitar Hero?" He suggested.

"Right," Stan had a bashful look on his face, "might take me a while to find that one. My room is kind of a mess." He admitted and then dashed upstairs.

The redhead glanced over at a lonely Wendy and patted the cushion next to him. Then in a really cheesy southern accent asked, "Why don't you take a seat ov'r here little lady?"

She giggled and took him up on his offer. Kyle had a habit of either being serious or completely goofy.

"See I ain't so bad now am I?" He elbowed her lightly.

"Okay, Cowboy, cut the accent."

"Alright." He agreed, but she saw the glint in his eyes. That couldn't be good. Next thing she knew he had her sandwiched between the sofa and himself. Oh god! Her eyes widened. Kyle was on top of her! This could not look good.

"Kyle, get off!"

At this all of the weight he had been supporting with his arms crashed down directly on the poor girl. She sucked in a breath. He was heavy, too heavy to move, but he wasn't crushing her.

"Kyle!" She whined again as she withered beneath him. Trapped she took in exactly how he felt against her. His body was warm, no more like scorching hot in this position. She could feel his muscles contract under the close contact. It was very unnerving.

"Kyle." She tried again, whispering this time. He faked a snore and buried his face into the crook of her neck unaware of how unnerved she was. His short rusty hair tickled her cheek. "Kyle?" Another whisper. He didn't respond.

The Broflovski boy didn't know what had urged him to attack Wendy. At first it was just another one of his silly jokes. But it slowly dawned on him exactly what he had done. Then it dawned on him that he was enjoying it, really really enjoying it, especially the way she whispered his name. OH GOD! Springing straight up he distanced himself from the girl and sat back down on the opposite side of the couch, his back as stiff as a board.

They waited awkwardly silent for Stan to come back. When he did he gave them both a curious glance before hooking up the Playstation to the TV and plopping down in the wide space between them.

"Who wants to play me first?" There was no answered. Stan looked to either side of him to find both of his guests facing away. Did he miss something?