I'm afraid I didn't do a good job on this chapter. But I tried my best. This story is really tough to write.

Chapter 11: Confused thoughts

WENDY'S P.O.V.

One day at school, we were told to research stuff for our debate stuff. I'm a good debater. I'm a smart girl, and everyone knows it. We found out that some people were going against the South Park flag, and we were gonna use it for our debate class. I was against it, of course. I mean, on the flag, white people are having a black man hung. That's so racist! So in our class, we decided to do a vote. Half of us voted against it, and the other half voted that there was nothing wrong with it. We were gonna see if we should change it or not. So we had to debate on it.

"How could any of you think the flag should stay the way it is?!" I angrily ask.

"Save it for the debate, Wendy," Mr. Wyland, who was our substitute, since Mr. Garrison was sick, said. "Now I'm gonna assign the debate leaders. Who wants to lead the 'Flag Should Stay The Way It Is' team?"

"Me.Me.Me.Me.Me!" both Kyle and Stan said.

What?! Stan? "Stan?! How could you be so insensitive?"

"Whoa dude, I don't see anything wrong with that flag?" he replied.

"Me neither," Kyle agreed.

I couldn't believe my own boyfriend was going against my believes! And...against my believes was wrong! Was he really racist? Of course not! But..ahh! Why am I so upset about that!? I should concentrate on school.

So Mr. Wyland made them leaders, then he asked who wanted to me leaders for the other team. I quickly, yet angrily, because of Stan's believes, raised my hand. If anybody could do it, I could. Then I heard Cartman chuckling, and I look over at him. Was he raising his hand?

"Ok, Wendy and Eric can team up."

"Noo!" I cry, and hear Cartman chuckle once more. He was doing this to me on purpose!

During lunch, I decided that it was a perfect time to research for our debate. So I called my team members, Bebe, Clyde, Butters, Token, Kevin, a few others, and our other leader, ERIC CARTMAN, to meet up in the school library.

I was relieved when I saw everybody join me in the library. Everybody except for Cartman. If he wanted to be on this team, he had to work! Why did he have to be late. Oh I know, because he was Eric Cartman!

After about ten minuets, I started explaining the research we had to start. "Ok, now in order for us to debate to change the South Park flag, we will need to do a lot of research. Now, my plan is to divide up into three research teams. We will present our arguments based on things that will–"

"It's ok, I'm here," Cartman said as he finally entered.

I glare. "Nice of you to show up! We were just discussing how we should state our case."

"Yes, this is a difficult case," the fat boy replied. "In order to win the debate, we will need to attack Stan and Kyle's credibility."

"What?!"

"That's how you win these things: attack your opponents' credibility. Butters, take some kids and go dig up whatever dirt you can on Kyle's past. I'm talkin' booby magazines, whatever."

"Ww..okey!" Butters happily exclaimed, and jumped off his chair and left.

Then Cartman started telling others what to do. I was shocked. After everyone left. He then took out a bag of cheesy poofs, and started eating them.

I walked up to him. "Cartman, we can't just attack Stan and Kyle's credibility. We need to present our side of the debate."

"You're right. We'll need to look like we presented our case, too, so they look all weaker. Good plan. Sooo. What's the issue again?"

"The South Park flag!"

"Interesting. Aaaand, what side are we on?"

"Daaaaahh!" He WAS doing this on purpose, just to annoy me! Why should I have to go through this.

"Woe, come down, ho."

"Cartman, if you're gonna be on my team, you'll have to show me some respect. And what took you so long to get here, anyways."

"I was hungry. It IS lunch time ya know. I had to eat fast, and run to my locker to get some cheesy poofs just to help out on this debate. So lets research."

"As if. Leave the books to me."

"Hey, when is the debate again?"

"Err...ahh! This Friday!"

"Woe, settle down, ho."

"Stop it!"

"Hey, if you want to do good on this debate, you need to calm down, or else we're gonna loose."

I kept a glare, and all of a sudden, the bell rings. "What?! Done already? It can't be! We spent all this time arguing, and we didn't have enough time to research!"

"Oh, too bad." Cartman got up from his chair. "We'll have to do it tomorrow." He left.

After school when I went home, I decided to think if I should fire Cartman from our team. I mean, he wasn't a big help. And he was disrespectful. I then started to think about Stan after I went into my room. Stan. He didn't think the flag should be changed. I don't get it. How could he think such things. I lay on my bed, and continued to think. "He is my boyfriend." Maybe...he's just not perfect. And I should give him a chance. Just like...I should give Cartman a chance. So it's settled, Cartman stays on the team.

The next day during our debate class, our team did what Cartman told them to do. Cartman and I stayed in the library to continue researching our case. And Cartman, for some reason, brought his action figures, and started playing with them. Whatever. I continued looking in the books, when I found something.

"This might come in handy. It says here that recently a case brought before South Carolina Court about their flag, and they–"

But Cartman wasn't listening. He kept playing with his toys.

"If we could show a parallel between the South Carolina case–"

Cartman then continued babbling with his game. Ahh!

"Cartman, why don't you just go home?! You aren't helping any!"

"You won't let me help."

"That's because you're stupid, and you're a racist!"

Cartman started thinking, as if it was possible for him to do that. "But dude, you might as well let me help you. We're in this together. I mean, just...tell me what to do, and I'll do it."

I'm still glaring, when Cartman starts using a voice for one of his action figures.

"Wendih, let me help. Seriouslih."

Wha...that's so...funny! I then find myself laughing, as the fat boy continues saying Wendih, let me help. "Alright! You can help."

"Yes, good Wendih."

And we started working during lunch, and after school. It was evening, so we got some oreo cookies to help us with our brain food. We were getting tired, though. Really tired. It was pretty hard researching all of this. But we actually did a pretty good job. We had a feeling we were gonna win. "I can't believe it," I say, "All the pressure's on us. I mean, this debate is going to actually affect the outcome of the vote."

"Uh-huh," Cartman replied.

"Oh man, we've got to come up with rebuttals to the history argument."

"Why don't we just talk about the swastika?"

"Huh?"

"I mean, German was united under the swastika, right? But...obviously history wasn't as important as changing the views after the war and stuff, so they changed it."

I thought for a moment. "Hey, that's a pretty good point, Cartman."

"Yeah."

"Not bad at all. I may make that our first argument." I then grabbed an oreo cookie."

"Cool."

"Double-stuffed cookies are my favorite." I started eating it.

"Really? Mine too. What I really like to do, is I like to take the two tops off of two cookies, and then put them together and make them quadruple stuffs."

"Hey, that's what I always do, too!"

"No way!"

"Yeah. Wow, I never thought I'd have anything in common with you, Cartman."

"Me neither."

"Well, lets get back to our work," we both said at the same time. Woe!

"Woe," Cartman said.

"Weird, um..ok. Uh..lets say that first we talk about the history of the flag." I reached for a cookie and continued, when I felt Cartman's hand on mind. We looked into each others' eyes.

Cartman took his hand away. "Ur..s..sorry." He shoved the plate to me. "Go ahead."

"No," I shoved it back, "you go ahead."

"No go."

I smiled. "Thanks Cartman." I took a cookie, and he did after. Wow, that was so sensitive of him. Wait. Did I actually say he was insensitive? No! He's not! He can't be! I'm wrong! I'm wrong! I then watched him eat his cookie. I did like his brown eyes. Err..ahh! No Wendy! Bad Wendy! This isn't right!

"Wendy, why do you look so weird?"

My thoughts stopped. "Oh..I'm...just a little tired. We've been working so hard."

"Yeah. We have."

He agreed with me! He has been agreeing for a long time! And...ahh! No! Bad Wendy! "Maybe we should stop for now. We've gotten so far, and we still have tomorrow to do."

"Yeah, you're probably right."

We started gathering our stuff, got our backpacks, the cookies, and headed out of the library. We walked down the hall, and our the door. "Well, see ya, Wendy."

"Bye." I walked my way home.

When I got home, I had some supper, then went off to bed. I was really tired. After I got my PJ's on, I lay on my bed and started to think. "Cartman was really good today." Why was I saying this? I mean, he wanted to help me. And I let him, so he helped, and he helped really well. And we found out we had so much in common! And he is so funny and cute when he does his little impression on...ahhh! No! Wait! Stan? Cartman, oh my god! I can't believe the way he acted today! Ahh! I got up, turned my light on, and went to sleep.

I happily walked through a beautiful meadow, and picked some flowers, and smelled them. Aww..nice flowers. I then looked behind me, and saw Cartman sitting on a white horse. I started running to him. "Cartman!"

Cartman got off his horse, and started running toward me, his hair blowing in the wind. "Ahh!" We ran into each other's arms, and fell down, laughing.

After we were done falling, I fell on my back, and Cartman was on top of me, his hair blowing in the wind. "Say it'll be like this forever," I told him.

"Ok, it will be like this forever."

"Oh Cartman!" I keep looking at him. He's looking at me, his hair still blowing in the wind.

I awoke, sat up, and screamed. And without thinking, I put my head in the fish's bowl. "Brrr..what is wrong with me?" I hopped off my bed, and headed for the bathroom, taking a look at myself, trying to calm down. "Ahh, it's ok. Get a grip, girl." I almost turned off the light, when I heard a voice.

"Wendih."

I looked at my Russell Crowe poster.

"Wendih."

Wait. I then see Cartman's face instead. "Ahhh!"

"Wendih, look at me."

"Oh god, please don't let this be happening to me." I started to panic nervously, turned out the light, and lay in my bed. "I can't be attracted to Cartman. I just can't be." I then grabbed the phone and called my best friend. "Bebe, it's Wendy." I was stuttering, and sounded very nervous. "Could you p..please come over to my house tomorrow before school. I...n..need to talk to you. Okey..thanks." I hung up, and tried to get some sleep.

The next morning, I heard the doorbell rang, so I got it. It was Bebe. "Thanks for coming, Bebe." I had her walk in. "I have something to tell you."

"Sure, what?"

"Bebe, I'm attracted to Cartman."

Bebe covered her ears and started screaming.

"I know." I was ashamed.

"Why would you tell me this? Why would you tell anyone this?"

"Because I don't know what to do. I can't concentrate, and if I can't concentrate, then I can't win the debate tomorrow. The whole vote is depending on me to do a good job–"

"Alright, look. When two people work closely for a long time, sometimes they feel what's called 'sexual tension'. Sometimes you just have to act an impulse and get it over with."

"You mean, I should kiss him?" I looked away, blushing.

"Kiss him, and get it out of your system."

It sounded so dreadful. But Bebe was smart about these things. I mean, she was dating Clyde. She might have gotten a lot of experience. "I can't believe I have to do this."

Bebe and I then went for the bus. As we were walking in it, I looked nervously at Cartman, who was minding his own business. I started to panic, when my best friend told me to just look away. I did, and kept walking.

When class started, I looked over at Cartman from my desk. He was bored, playing with his pencil. I sure wasn't bored, but I couldn't concentrate. I couldn't think of anything or anybody but him. How could this be? I didn't know how this could suddenly happen. That dream I had was so disturbing, but I enjoyed it! It was a weird thought.

When it was finally time to start our debate research, I nervously walked into the library with Cartman. We both tried our best to work, but for some reason, we both just stopped, paused, worked, then paused again. It was horrible. We did manage to get a little work into it. "I think we got every issue done," I told him.

"Yeah, I guess so." I started leaning close to him, although he didn't seem to notice. After a couple of seconds, he looked at me. I wasn't sure if he noticed I was ready to kiss him, but he kept staring at me, when the others came in, and told us they were done.

And I never got to kiss him. I had to! I then, during recess, asked Cartman to come over, an excuse, saying that I needed to discuss a few things about the debate, but I really wanted to kiss him. Although, he just said we were ready, and didn't need to discuss anything. I didn't want to overact and sound crazy. It had to be a perfect moment. But he just left, and continued playing with the other guys.

I sighed, and angrily sat down, as Bebe walked over. "Wendy, what's wrong?"

"I can't get a perfect chance to kiss him."

"Why not?"

"Because every time I get the perfect chance, there are always interruptions!"

"Well, does he want to kiss you?"

"I don't know! He doesn't even know what's going on! What am I gonna do? The debate is tomorrow."

"I don't know. Tough luck. I'm gonna go talk to Clyde."

I glared at my friend as I watched her leave. I sighed. "What am I gonna do?"

I was sad through out the rest of the day. After school, I watched Cartman as he walked to his locker. I couldn't kiss him where everyone could see us. It was actually really stupid of me to try at the playground.

I sadly sat on the bus, watching Cartman laughing. Why was I even thinking this? It was insane!

Friday-Debate-Speech-Help!

I stood there, staring at the audience. It was time for me to give my speech. I then looked at Cartman, who was just watching me, waiting for me to talk like anybody else was. "The...uh.." I cleared my throat, and looked at Cartman again. Oh, he's so cute! No! Wendy, start talking! "The...uh...uhh...ahh!" I sighed. "The first argument we..." I looked back at Cartman once more, who was STILL watching me. "Ah..let me start over." I then looked at Stan, who was curious. "The uh..oh god." I can't stand this anymore! I have to win this debate! And I don't care if it's not the perfect moment! "Could you all excuse me for a moment?" I stepped down, and with out thinking, quickly walked up to Cartman, and touched his lips with mine. I tried not to think about everyone's reactions, as I kept on kissing him. My lips were pressed on his for seven full seconds, and I finally released him. I smile. Oh god! Finally! I stepped back on the platform to continue my speech.

I was finally confident. "Yes. Now, the main point we would like to make is oftentimes it is prudent to chance history. As times change we hope to grow, and as we grow our rules must change. It is a natural part of evolution. Thank you." I happily stepped off the platform, and sat back in my seat. I did it! I gave the speech!

Later after the flag was changed (you guys know it)

I stood there next to Cartman watching the flag. I have no idea what he was thinking, although he was smiling. But I was smiling because I was glad I got it over with. "I'm sure glad that was over with," I said to him.

"Me, too."

"I can't believe how right Bebe was about feeling under pressure with somebody. As soon as it was over, all my feelings for you just vanished."

"Oh, uh. Yeah, yeah, totally."

"I'm totally back to normal. See ya later." I walked away, and I finally saw Stan. "Stan. Stan, wait up!" I ran up to him.

"Wendy?" Stan asked as he saw me.

"Stan, I'm so glad the debate is over with. And the whole time you weren't insensitive at all."

"Well...yeah."

"So what do you wanna do?"

"Wait, what about Cartman?"

"Cartman? Oh Stan, don't worry about that."

"But the kiss."

I shook my head. "That kiss was worth nothing. It was just something I had to do. Don't worry about it."

"Oh..well..ok."

"So you wanna hang out?"

Stan grinned. "Totally."

I continued smiling, and walked away with him. I love Stan.