South Park had been a quiet town ever since the four boys stopped hanging around each other. In middle school they all went their own ways. It all started when Eric Cartman and Wendy Testaburger started dating. This happened after Wendy joined the football team. Eric bullied and teased her for being a girl on a boys' team. He tried to get her to quit, but it only made Wendy stronger. After she won them a game, he didn't think she was so bad, and they started to hang out more as friends. When they made their relationship known to the team, Stan Marsh quit the team and joined the basketball team. He also stopped hanging around their small group. He could not stand the site of Cartman and Wendy together.

Kyle Broflovski tried to stick around to not leave Kenny alone with the fat-ass. In the end he left the group. He got annoyed with how much Cartman drooled over Wendy. Kyle did not follow Stan, instead he joined the golfing team and hung with them.

Eric and Kenny stayed friends, but in high school, they drifted apart. Each of them getting their own group of friends.

Now in their Senior year, Eric mostly hung around Wendy. Eric felt like everything was going perfect. He couldn't be happier.

Eric sat in front of the laptop, playing an online game with Wendy, "Babe, maybe we can ditch last period tomorrow to get some food before practice." Eric still loved food but was not as chubby as he was in elementary. He was still soft around the sides, but he was much more controlled now. Wendy had helped him gain control over his eating habits.

"Eric, can we talk for a minute," Wendy's voice came through the headset in a somber tone.

Cartman felt his heart drop and the anxiety rise. He paused the game and pulled up the video-chat window. He looked at Wendy. She looked so sad. "What's up, babe?" He could feel the tension rise even without her being there. "Is everything alright?" He added after she did not respond.

"No." She paused again. Cartman could feel the silence. "Eric, I think it's best if we stop seeing one another." She was going to pause again, but she saw Cartman opening his mouth to question what she had said, "Before you say anything, let me talk. I have been feeling not myself lately, and I do not want to drag you down with me. I need to figure things out for myself before I can be in a relationship with anyone. I am sorry. I hope you can understand. I still love you and I hope you can forgive me someday." Before Eric could even process what had happened, Wendy closed the call, leaving Eric alone with his thoughts.

He sat there frozen, staring at the call ended page. What happened? He took a shaky breath and felt the knot in his throat tighten. His tear ducts burned with the warning of tears. No. He would not cry. He should not cry over someone who broke up with him over chat.

His mother called him from downstairs for dinner. He did not feel hungry, but he chose to go down to not raise any suspicion that something was wrong. He went to the kitchen and looked over her shoulder. He didn't get that much taller than her. Maybe his height was a reason why Wendy left him, he thought.

"I made some chicken pot pie," his mother said happily.

When she looked up at him, he forced a smile. "It smells good." He sat down and his mind was clouded with thoughts running all over the place about Wendy.

Why did she leave me?

Was it my suggestion to skip?

Is there someone else?

I want to see her.

I want this to be a joke.

Let this be a cruel joke.

He didn't realize his mother put down a small pie in front of him. "Eric," she gently touched his shoulder. He jumped.

"Oh. Thank you," He looked down at his food and began to eat.

He ate the whole thing lost in his own mind. Leanne wanted to ask him what was wrong, but chose to be silent, not wanting to cause him to burst out.

After he finished his dinner, he went to put his plate in the sink, but he stopped. This action was something Wendy taught him to do. She really changed him for the better in a few ways. He set the plate in the sink. The tears fell freely from his eyes. He did not have the strength to hold them back anymore. Embarrassed, he sped off to his room, "night," he muttered as he walked past his mom.

He undressed down to his boxers then crawled into his bed. He ugly cried into his pillow. His sobs contained the occasional 'that bitch.'

Cartman's phone rang, blasting Lady Gaga's Poker Face. He sat up to look at his phone. A picture of Craig and Clyde lit up the screen. Clyde Donavan shined in bold letters over the picture. He slid the green bubble to answer the phone. "What's up," He tried not to sound like he had been crying.

"Get on. Craig, Tweek, and Token are on. I'm about to get on now." Cartman could hear that Clyde was pulling his laptop out of his backpack.

Cartman thought about it. He could use the distraction, but he could not make the effort to get out of bed. "Nah, I'm kinda busy right now, bro…"

"Oh, I see, sorry to interrupt. Have fun with Wendy," he hung up, laughing. Cartman felt a shot of pain through his chest with that. He grabbed the cord taped up on his bed side table and connected his phone.

He looked out his window and was playing the last few weeks. Wendy did seem like she was getting more distant. How did he not notice this before?

He laid back down and tried to fall asleep. He did not want to be awake anymore. It was too painful for him.

Wendy closed her laptop as soon as she ended the call with Cartman. She reached for her phone and unplugged it from the cord. She sent a message to one of her closest friends, 'Broke up with him. I couldn't tell him why I did it. I feel like a monster. He deserved better.' She stood and went to lay on her bed.

Her phone chimed with a response a few moments later. 'When you're ready you'll tell him. Don't rush anything if you don't feel ready. This is your story to tell =) Cartman will probably understand when you tell him. You're not a monster, babe.'

The message did not make Wendy feel any better. She sighed 'Can you and Bebe come over? I don't feel too good.'

She did not receive a response but knew they would be showing up. Wendy went to tell her parents that she had a couple of friends coming over. Then she went to wait in the living room.

The doorbell rang nearly an hour later. Wendy answered the door and let her friends in. "Thanks for coming," she led them to her room.

Bebe sat on the bed, "We would have been here sooner if Kenny didn't take so much time to get ready." She removed her sweater and leaned back on her arms.

Kenny's hair was up in a bun, and they had some eyeliner and lip gloss on. Kenny stuck their tongue out. "It takes time to look this good," They let out a soft chuckle. Then they looked to Wendy. "Anyways. This is for the better. You'll get to move on with your story without the feeling of letting Cartman down. And if your stories align once more then great! If not, you will be happy, and that is what matters right now."

"You're right. It just hurts right now. I love him still, but not in the same way I used to. Hopefully, I can at least be friends with him," She smiled at her friends and sat on the floor with Kenny. "I think I'm ready though. I do not want to waste anymore time. Can we do the thing we've been talking about?"

Bebe let out a soft gasp and sat up straight. "Are we doing the make-over today?" She snatched her purse off the floor and dumped it out onto the bed. "I did bring the stuff we needed just in case. And your parents are okay with this right?" She asked as she rummaged through her stuff. She pulled out a comb and some scissors.
Wendy nodded and moved to sit right below Bebe. "I spoke to them yesterday. They were supportive, and that's what gave me the confidence to break up with Eric." Bebe removed Wendy's signature hat and played with her long hair. "I'll miss this, but I'm excited for your future," she looked to Kenny who was already going through Wendy's wardrobe, making different piles on the floor.

Wendy smiled, "I think I'm sticking with Wendyl. It just makes sense,"