For your reading pleasure, (and my ego's sake) I'll update with two chapters today!
"Cartman?"
"Sup Wendy. Can I come in?"
"Uhm," Wendy was stunned to see him at her house, and looking so depressed as well. "Yes, of course, come in Cartman."
"Thanks." Wendy shut the door and followed the brunette into her living room.
"Hey! Boo! Wendy, girls night, remember? No boys allowed." Bebe was sitting on the floor with a bucket of popcorn on her lap. Cartman sat down on the recliner next to the couch as Wendy took her seat on the couch next to her friend.
"Sorry Bebe. I didn't expect him to show up here, I think he wants help."
Bebe scoffed as she stared at the miserable looking boy. "Eric Cartman, sexist extraordinaire, is asking some girls for help? Well shit, hell must have frozen over and then some." She popped some popcorn into her mouth.
"Shh Bebe. What is it Cartman? Do you want me to yell at Stan or something?" She smiled. Though she never saw eye to eye with the big boy, she also couldn't turn her back on anyone.
"Uhm, I'm actually not sure why I'm here."
"Because you need a woman's perspective on something?" Bebe offered.
"Because all your other friends are barbarians who aren't capable of offering you help without being assholes about it as well?" Wendy added.
"Yea, and Yea." Cartman leaned back into the recliner, trying to put words to his thoughts.
"Well?" Wendy prodded.
"I bet this is about Butters." Bebe murmured.
"What?" Cartman's head shot up to look at the robust, blond girl. She just smiled and gave him a sideways glance.
Wendy hit her friend on the shoulder. "Bebe, shut up." She hissed.
"How do you know-"
"Never underestimate a woman's intuition, Babe." Bebe simply stated.
"It also helps that we walked into one of your morning sessions with him." Wendy smirked. Cartman visibly tensed up. He had no idea that someone had seen him with Butters. "Don't worry Cartman, if we didn't tell anyone before, we're not going to do it now. Girls aren't as big a gossip as you boys seem to think. If anything, I think if a boy were the one to have seen you, it would have been all over school by now."
"True that. Besides it's not just saying you two are going out but its also outing you from your closets, which isn't very cool to do." Bebe turned her attention to the television, even though it was on mute.
"Well, thanks?" Cartman said, though that word tasted foreign in his mouth.
"So what is it Cartman? Obviously you can trust us, and you did come to my house."
"Right. Okay, well I," he took a pause, trying to find the words, "I fucked up. Really bad. And I don't think Butters cares."
Wendy just stared at the boy.
"So what's the problem? You always fuck up, and you're upset that you didn't get in trouble this time around? That sounds so unlike you." Bebe was confused.
"Yea, I… I'm sorry, I don't understand." Wendy said.
"He doesn't care. Aren't people suppose to care about every stupid thing the people they're going out with do? He just thinks I'm going to fuck up in advance now, there's no anger, just, acceptance."
"What did you do? I mean, you've done a lot to Butters, what's the last straw for him?" Wendy asked, still trying to understand the problem.
"Today, when that asshole was beating him, I didn't do anything, and I just walked away, because I didn't want anyone to figure out about us."
"Oh," Wendy looked down.
"That's really fucked up Cartman, even for your standards." Bebe shook her head.
"I know! And I feel like crap and I went to his house to apologize, which I never do, and he just told me that there was nothing to forgive and that was that. But I still feel like crap and I don't know why!" Cartman was clearly freaking out.
"Calm down! Calm down, Cartman. You feel guilty because you hurt someone you care for." Wendy told him.
"So what should I do?"
"Well, speaking isn't going to help. You need to do something. Something big." Wendy told him.
"Stand outside his window, hold a boom box over your head, and play Peter Gabriel." Bebe told him. Wendy proceeded to hit her in the back of the head. "Ow, what the hell Wendy?"
"'Play Peter Gabriel, play Peter Gabriel.' Why is that your solution to everything? No one likes Peter Gabriel!" Wendy told her friend.
"Well that's no reason to hit me," the robust girl said, rubbing her head.
"Butters likes Peter Gabriel." Cartman murmured.
"See!" Bebe pointed towards Eric.
"Oh please, he also likes Hello Kitty. No offense Cartman."
"None taken. So what should I do?"
"You're his boyfriend Cartman, you should know better than us what to do to make him feel better again."
"All right, I guess I should go now."
"Cartman, don't do anything you think is nice but in reality isn't. You tend to do that a lot. You know what to do, so just do it. And if you need any help with anything, Bebe and I will help you."
"Yea, it be a cute project for us." Bebe smiled.
"Thanks guys." Wendy led Cartman out the door and gave him a hug.
"Don't worry, Butters is too sweet to really stay mad, or indifferent, for long."
Cartman drove home, but stayed in his truck thinking about what to do to make things right again. Something he wasn't very practiced in.
Fuck fuck fuckity fuck fuck FUCK! Think! What can I fucking do?
"That's it!" Cartman yelled in his truck, finally realizing what to do, and headed towards Kinko's.
Don't complain to me that this wouldn't happen. I like the idea that Cartman and Wendy end up being good friends when they're older because they have lot in common.
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