All-American Rejection: Chapter 7-11:11 P.M.
Disclaimer: Not mine
Summary: Conclusion of this two chapter mini arc. Something happens…at 11:11 PM
Author's Notes: Hurrah! New review record! Note that this update follows quickly on the heels of Chapter Six, but I wanted to 1)Get it over with so I can get back on Style track, and 2) Find myself in a bit of a hurry, and like the prospect of 4 chapters in a week better than 5. Mainly because I feel a need to get this done before I return to college (unless I decide to cheat and email myself the files), and secondly because…well, just because I'm sort of obsessively anal-retentive about having all my files for something in the same place. Bah!
Reviews: Well, only two right now, but that's probably because of the less-than-twenty-four hour turnaround between posting Chapter Six and writing this. Thus, I'm not worried at all. It just means I'll have a lot more to type for eight 8D.
Flabz:/gives you punch and pie. Congrats! You broke the record, and were the first one to review AGAIN! Much thanks! Sit through this one…Chapter 8 should be up Wednesday.
Ren85:/gives you punch and pie. Heheh. It might turn out better than I planned...while I was lying awake last night, I was wrestling with myself over whether or not I need to KILL Cartman. So…meh.
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All the windows,
Swear to miss you,
And the doors are cell block tight,
Sweet sedation,
Sweep the issues,
And the clock's about to strike
Did it call you down,
Are you back just yet,
Waiting now please come set me free,
And the only sound is a minute left.
Wendy Testaburger burst through the front door of Hell's Pass Hospital and headed for the front desk, curious as to why she was here.
"How may I help you, miss?" asked the nurse on duty.
"I'm Wendy Testaburger, you called me about a half an hour ago," Wendy said.
"Oh yes…Miss Testaburger," the nurse said. She glanced at the trauma room at the end of the hall. "Yes, I think it's safe for you to go in. You should, however, probably read this first." She pulled a slightly crumpled piece of paper from the desk and handed it to Wendy, who lit into it.
"Dear Wendy," it began, in a scrawl vaguely familiar to her.
"I'm going to give you the satisfaction of letting you know that you are the cause of this desperate act. You shot me down, Wendy. I've ejected from the plane, and I'm working my way back to base.
"I made a mistake letting you know how I feel. I don't normally make errors like that, as you know, but in this case, my thought processes were clouded. They say your love for a person affects the way you think about them, and in my case, it's definitely true.
"Maybe it was the way that I'm always insulting and caustic to you. You've been around me long enough, Wendy, that I thought you would've picked up that I'm only like that to people I care about. My Mom, my friends, you…I've at times gone out of my way to insult all of you. I call Kyle a fucking Jew and rip on him for that all the time, and we're still sort-of friends. Same with Stan, and Kenny. You could probably say that the way I insult someone is indicative of the opposite way I feel about them.
"For you, my 'pet name' was "ho." That means, using the logic I just supplied, that I think you're the most loyal, awesomest girl I know. Bebe I've never insulted that way, and we ALL know she is. I love you, Wendy. I'm sorry I've had to resort to this, but there is no other way. When I get to the hospital, I want them to call your cell (555-9043, you lot) and get you down there. You're the only one I want to see, Wendy.
"Love forever, Eric Cartman." With a flourish. Oh, goddamn him. Wendy stormed down to the trauma room, pushing open the door to find…
This could be, this could be the last time
A banged up, bandaged Cartman. Who didn't even really look like himself. Broken arm, ugly looking sutures over his left side, and the imprint of his steering wheel on his busted face. How he was awake was beyond Wendy.
"What the hell is wrong with you!" she screamed. "This isn't fucking funny, Cartman! You could've KILLED yourself! I've heard of desperation, but this re-defines the TERM!" Cartman was looking at her quizzically.
"Good, the assholes read it," he said, rather weakly. She couldn't tell if he was faking, but a gash like the one in his side WOULD have resulted in major blood loss…
"Excuse me? What the fuck kind of greeting is that?" she asked, still not moving from her place in the door.
"A relieved one, ho. Get over here, unless you want to continue to scream at me from across the room and make everyone within earshot wonder what the fuck is wrong with you," he shot back.
Wendy bristled at Cartman's use of his "pet name" for her, but still found herself walking to his side and pulling up a chair as the clock beeped 11:00 PM.
It's a chance to fix mistakes,
One more for the last time,
Does it blow our dreams away,
Don't waste this chance with your smile
10 seconds left on this dial,
This could be the last time.
"Did you read it?" Cartman asked. He sounded...hopeful, wistful.
"Excuse me?" Wendy replied. Cartman gestured with his uninjured arm at the piece of paper she was still holding.
"My note." Oh. That thing.
"Yes," Wendy replied.
"And?" Cartman asked, settling back and waiting for her to start screaming. Wendy, however, remained silent.
"Wendy?" Cartman asked. He was trying to prompt a response from the girl. She sure seemed angry enough when she'd burst in screaming at him.
"I don't know, honestly," she admitted. "Token and Stan never really tried to kill themselves for me."
"Now wait one goddamn minute," Cartman said. "Appearances aside, this was NOT a suicide attempt. I planned out every last action."
"You PURPOSEFULLY ran yourself off the road, broke your arm, opened your left flank, and smashed your face in?" Wendy asked, incredulous. "Have you even seen yourself lately?"
"No," Cartman admitted, not entirely shocked when Wendy pulled a compact mirror from her purse and popped it open for him.
"Oh, shit!" he said at first, but then looked closer. "Holy shit! This is hella-awesome! I've got a Chevy bruise on my cheek!" He looked like he felt like doing the happy dance.
Along the staircase,
I dream to hear you,
In a whisper quiet room,
Space for thinking,
Space to scream to,
But the echoes sound like you,
Not the stars at night,
In a pitch black sky,
I don't know just wants to see you
But the time is right and it only flies
Wendy just stared at him. He was…excited…about getting his face busted. Cartman, who was one of the most looks-conscious guys in town…weight issues aside, was happy about this.
On one hand, she mused, he was one of the most interesting people in town. Better than Stan, who had a rather weak stomach, and Token, who cared little about anything that didn't concern his performance in a certain sporting event. Cartman, political differences aside, was always coming up with interesting plans and schemes. Yes, he was rather fat, but he could perhaps be motivated the right way to influence him to lose it. If she played her cards right, she could have him around her little finger, a servant to her whim. All he was asking for was one night…at least right now. It could bloom to something more, if they both let it…and he didn't cause too many problems.
This could be, this could be the last time
He was still pumped up about his new marking. She didn't really have a problem with that, and as long as he thought she was listening, there was still plenty of time for her to think about what he was after. There was definitely prom. That was the most obvious thing, and they WERE pretty much the only eligible students that remained dateless. After a huge argument/debate/bitchfest, Stan and Kyle had persuaded the administration to let them attend prom together, and most of the other students in the school were already taken.
Her and Cartman. Well, from the neck up, he wasn't THAT bad looking. His hair was silky smooth and beautifully styled. He was highly opinionated, vocal, just like her and completely different from her at the same time. Where she was athletically built for a volleyball player, he was athletically built for an offensive lineman. Where she was female, he was male. Where she was liberal, he was conservative.
How did opposites attract so well?
It's a chance to fix mistakes,
One more for the last time,
Does it blow our dreams away,
Don't waste this chance with your smile
10 seconds left on this dial,
This could be the last time.
She was still thinking to herself when she was interrupted by Cartman leaning over and kissing her on the lips. For someone with practically no experience, he wasn't too bad, Wendy thought to herself as she responded and he pulled back. Fucking tease.
"I take it that's a yes?" Cartman asked with a very selfish and smug grin on his face.
"A yes to what, exactly?" Wendy replied. Cartman chuckled.
"You weren't listening were you?" he asked. She blushed, because she really hadn't been.
It's only us,
It's only now,
A simple wish,
It's so late tonight.
"What I said was, I'm going to kiss you, and if you kiss me back, I'm taking you to prom," Cartman said. Well, that certainly was convenient. Saved her the trouble of having to expose her newly arrived at feelings.
"Anything else?" she asked. That CAN'T have been all he'd said.
"Actually, yes. If you kiss me again, I'll do three things for you, no questions asked," Cartman said with a fairly smug look on his face, like he'd made her an offer she couldn't refuse. In truth, she couldn't, and quickly captured his lips with hers in a deep kiss, leaving him shocked.
"I've got one for you now, loverboy," she cooed. "If you're taking me to prom, you've got to drop to at least 300 pounds by then. See you tomorrow after school," she said, leaving the room.
Cartman, for his part, leaned back and sighed. Once he couldn't see her anymore through the window in the door, he picked up his phone to call the on-duty nurse and tell her to bring him only vegetables and Jell-O. He looked at his clock as he made the call
11:11 PM
This could be the last time,
Now I've made our last mistake
One more for the last time,
Does it blow our dreams away,
Don't waste this chance with your smile
10 seconds left on this dial,
This could be the last time.
It's only us,
It's only now,
It's so late tonight.
-.-
Author's Notes: Sorry for another ridiculously short chapter...I think it's the new shortest one. On the other hand, I just checked my story stats…I just broke 600 pageviews! Thanks, you guys! Remember, punch and pie for reviews.
Alright, we've got ourselves another couple, and a great setup into our next chapter: Senior Prom! Forgive me if it looks bad, but I never went to prom myself (never really saw the point), so I can only go on what I've seen in videos of them, and on TV.
Look out for it Wednesday…after three straight days of updates, I think I'll take a break tomorrow and just read what other people put up :D
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