There were no more parking spaces behind the school, Wendy noted, but there was a community of brick apartments across the street from where the school property ended. And there, the only car the in the parking lot for the apartments, was a shiny, vintage red mustang. She assumed this was what Cartman was talking about when he said he had a car.
She had to admit, it was a sweet ride.
"Why do you park all the way back here?" Wendy wondered alloud.
"I usually sit in my car and listen to music for a while before school starts," he explained. "I'd rather not be bothered, if you know what I mean."
Wendy grimaced. She did know. It was always a madhouse in the school parking lot in the mornings. She tried to avoid it usually, while Bebe and Stan and the rest of her friends sat on the hoods of cars with bad music blasting, throwing around footballs or whatever. She had been dragged there on more than a few occasions, and could totally relate to wanting a moment of peace before starting the day. She even respected cartman for discovering this secret sanctuary nestled away in the bare limb trees.
Cartman could tell from Wendy's faced that she got it, and the fact that they now shared this small thing was more satisfactory than it probably should have been.
He unlocked his car and got in the drivers side, leaning over to push open the passenger side door in invitaion for Wendy to get in. She did as instructed, putting her purple canvas bag at her feet as Cartman tossed his bag into the back. He started up the engine and cranked up the heat, muttering somethiing about freezing his balls off.
He glanced over at Wendy, sitting somewhat awkwardly with herhands crossed over her lap as she peered around the car, probably looking for something she could use to exploit him, he thought. Sighing, he leaned over again to open the glove compartment in front of her. He pulled out a plump case of CDs and placed it on her lap before sifting into reverse and backing out of the lot.
"Pick whatever," he said simply.
Wendy opened up the case to find an impressive collection of disks. She skimmed through the cover art.
Deciced, she pressed eject of the dash board and placed ina CD from her favorite band without a word. It was sort of unnnerving that he liked all the same music as her. She looked over to see his reaction to her choice as the first song start playing. He seemed suprised but pleased at her selection, tapping his finger along with the drums.
He looked really serene at that moment, Wendy thought. It was a good look for him.
"Wehere do you live, ho?" Cartman broke her out of her trance, bringing her back to the reality that Cartman was an unsenstive pig.
"Make a right here," she inclined foward with her head, crossing her arms and loooking out the window.
Cartman made a right and glanced at her grumpy form.
"What's up your ass?" Cartman asked.
"You are. Now make a left."
Cartman was confused but turned left.
