The next day, Bebe greeted Wendy at their morning snack break by showing her a poem that Cartman wrote for her.
"Wow," Wendy said after reading the poem unenthusiastically.
"What?" Bebe asked.
"Cartman is an okay poet."
"Yep," Bebe said proudly.
"There has to be a catch to this, Bebe," Wendy stated.
"Well….."
"What?"
"Nah."
"C'mon. Tell me."
"Well, he said he thought of this poem in the shower."
Wendy started laughing instantly and Bebe could not help joining her.
"That's not what I meant, but okay," Wendy said as she continued laughing.
"Well, what DID you mean?" Bebe asked.
"Bebe, has it not yet struck you that your boyfriend, Cartman, is the enemy of Kyle, my boyfriend?"
"So?"
"Cartman IS the one who usually does whatever possible to pi$$ Kyle off."
"Wendy, let's not go through this again. For one thing, Cartman wouldn't use me like that. For another, you're just jealous cause Kyle doesn't write you love letters and poems or do nice little things like Cartman."
"But how do you know for sure that this isn't all fake? It wouldn't be the first time Cartman tricked someone. How do you know he even likes you?"
"Cause the poem says."
"Bebe-"
"Wendy, it's not that hard to go up to Kyle and tell him how you really feel. Quit being a wuss and figure out your feelings."
Then Bebe gave Wendy a sympathetic look and walked away. Wendy stood, lost in thought. Bebe might be right. Maybe I do have a soft spot for ro-….uhh….roman-…..romance.
The word came slowly to her. When she got to her locker, she opened it and looked at the picture of Kyle that stuck to the inside of her locker door by 2 pink heart-shaped magnets. She touched it and realized that Bebe was right. Wendy suddenly wished for all the pleasant things in the world from Kyle. She wanted him to know, but she could not let that happen. He'll only look at me as a freak. No, he'll think I'm a slu-
"Hey,Wendy," Kyle greeted her at her locker. She woke up from her thoughts, but she could not say anything at all. She looked at Kyle with sad eyes. His eyes turned sad and confused, too.
"Wendy, what's wrong?"
"Oh, uh, it's nothing…"
"Oh, don't tell me it's still the whole Cartman and Bebe thing. He's only using her to make me look bad!"
"Are you sure?"
"What?!?!"
"How do you know he doesn't just like Bebe?"
"Wendy, it's Cartman. Don't tell me he has you hypnotized too!"
"Kyle, you're overreacting. Besides-"
"Overreacting?! Wendy, Cartman is overdoing the whole boyfriend thing. He's not doing it all for Bebe. He's doing it for himself. He doesn't mean anything!"
"Are you sure? Cause Bebe just showed me the best poem ever written which obviously was in Cartman's writing and last time I checked, the most romantic thing you've ever done for me was pay me my money back that I gave you whenever you didn't bring any for lunch!"
"Wendy, I know you don't really care about that stuff, and that's why I've never been a showoff like fata$$!"
"Then I guess you don't know me as well as you thought, then, because you obviously don't care enough about me to know what I feel," Wendy calmly said and ran away. If Kyle even said as much as, "Wait," she didn't hear him. She didn't care. He obviously didn't. So why should she?
That day Wendy avoided everyone that she would normally talk to, including Kyle.
