Ch 2- Curing boredom

Day- 21

"Come on Cartman you can do it" on a bright Monday morning words of encouragement could be heard from outside of Cartman's house.

Wendy kept her promise of cooking for Cartman for all of these days and surprisingly Cartman kept his promise of eating them, not without his usual profanity filled grumblings mind you, but he ate them nonetheless.

Right now Wendy was encouraging the noticeably less beefy Cartman into continuing his exercise. Cartman's entire body was filled to the brim with sweat. It was his last jog around the neighborhood, Wendy tried to stop the boy from doing the twenty round jog but the boy just kept insisting on doing them, saying that " I'm not going to get ripped by sitting on my ass you stupid hippie".

It had been more than a week since their bet and Cartman still kept to this arduous training. Wendy had to admit she was very impressed with the boy, she had never seen someone more committed to their word before. She herself sometimes tries to complete the run with Cartman, but she has not even once made it into the double digits.

Cartman was out of breath and his jog looked more like a fast walk now. His feet looked wobbly and each step he took seemed to take his breath away. with arduous footsteps He slowly maneuvered into his designated finish line. "Make that dirty Jew cry, rub ripped body in his face" was now his new mantra. The "Punch that hippie bitch" part from his previous Mantra had been added out, a fact that Wendy herself didn't want to admit that she was happy of.

As the boy finally made it to his finish line, his world began to spin. He looked like a fish on dry land as he began to hyperventilate for air. An urge to vomit quickly assaulted the boy and with fast movements the boy managed to spill all of his innards on the neighbors bushes. Right afterwards he lost his footing and fell onto the grass in his front yard.

"Cartman, you really should change your morning exercise... I think it's really bad for your body" the raven haired girl couldn't hide the worry in her voice as she helped the boy stand up and walked him to the inside of his house.

"Shut up...Hippie what...did I tell you... I'm not going to half ass things" the boy sounded weary, almost drunk as he forced those words out through tired breaths.

The boy collapsed on the couch and began wheezing more softly. He closed his eyes and started to calm himself. With warm sweat bathing on top of his forehead he barely felt the cool air brought by his AC.

"But Eric you should at least take a break once in a while... You've been doing this for twenty days straight" the girl said as she sat on the opposite side of the couch. She continued " if you keep pushing yourself like this it won't be good for your body" In the past few weeks the girl had said similar things like this to the boy but each time she said it she was met with the same predictable response.

"Come on nothing's going to happen... All I've got to do is take a nap afterwards and I'll be fine" the boy said completely blowing over Wendy's words.

"Fine you do you I guess... But don't complain to me when your body breaks down" the girl sounded frustrated with the boys constant nonchalant attitude towards her words.

" wait wouldn't you want that to happen... I mean you'd win the bet for sure then right?"

"I wouldn't want to win the bet like that Eric... I'm not a witch you know" the girl answered.

"But you are a hippie which is not far from being a witch" the boy said in a irritating as a matter of fact way.

"Environmentalist, I'm an environmentalist fatass not a hippie" the girls retort was interrupted by the boy who said " Same thing".

"No they're not the same thing" the girls raven hair moved violently as she got up from the couch and began heading towards the door.

"Your leaving" Cartman said.

"Yes" she answered

"Well thanks" the boy said. These unexpected words nearly made the girl trip. She had not once heard Cartman say thanks to anyone, not even to his mom who basically treated him like treasure.

" for what?" She questioned.

"Well you have been helping me a lot these last few days... And I guess you don't have any ulterior motive's for doing them so... Thanks I guess" he said the last few words quickly but Wendy could tell that was his way of hiding his embarrassment.

Either way, for some reason Wendy was genuinely really happy to hear Cartman say anything remotely nice to her. Her previous irritated mood left her. With a big smile on her face she eyed the boy and said "Your welcome"

"Ye...yeah, now go on hippy get out of my house" the boy couldn't explain why he felt flustered talking to the girl right now and because of that he decided to cut the conversation short.

"Well bye" the girl said as she closed the door and went home.

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Day - 24

(Wendy POV)

Later in the evening Wendy sat staring at her computer screen with a bored expression on her face. Constant nonstop studying was starting to take a toll on her psyche. She'd always heard about how geniuses would get lost in their studies and how time for them would just wave past like lighting, but now thinking about said geniuses she couldn't help but think that they were all crazy. Honestly she was beginning to regret not going to summer camp with her friend.

Rage born from annoyance started to build up from her core 'Fuck it' she thought while shutting off her computer screen. She couldn't do it, if she had to look at one more mother f-nig math problem she'd kill herself.

Wendy leaned on her chair and stared emptily at the ceiling. She sat their for a long time. With another sigh she took out her phone and decided to call her best friend.

"Hello" a familiar voice was heard .

"Hey Bebe" Wendy said.

"Oh how's it going Wendy?"

"It's going good" Wendy said

"How's studies? Bebe asked

"It's good" Wendy answered. An awkward silence loomed over the phone. Wendy was beginning to regret calling her friend. Even though in person the two could talk for hours and never seem to run out of topics to talk about, it was different over the phone. The sound of Bebe's breathing could be heard. She sounded tired as if she'd just ran a marathon.

"Why are you breathing so hard?" Wendy questioned the girl.

"oh the camp workers were holding a boys vs girls competition"? The girl answered.

"Oh yeah then who won?"

"Well I'd like to say the girls kicked ass butttttt... Guys are strong ya know" Bebe said

"I can't believe your participating Bebe usually you'd just sit in the sidelines and watch these kinds of things"

" well I guess summer camp is funner then I thought it would be. every day is kind of awesome Wendy. Yesterday I went canoeing and the day before that we learned how to use a bow" Bebe said.

"Really? Aw that sounds so cool... I'm just here bored out of my mind while your out their actually living" Wendy couldn't hide the jealousy behind her voice.

" well haha... I told you you should of came with me"

"Yeah I should of listened"

"Bebe" Wendy said

"Yes"

"I feel like jumping off of a building" Wendy joked.

"Well can you do a Barrel roll on your way down for me?"

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Tuesday started out much like any other day with Wendy first setting up three healthy meals at her house and delivering it to Cartman. Cartman then ate his breakfast and ran his laps like he always did. But today the routine was slightly altered by the black haired girl.

"Umm... Why are you still here ho?" The chubby boy currently laying on his couch said to the Raven haired girl who was currently sitting on the couch un movingly.

"N-no reason at all can't I just be here just to hang?" The girl said with slight irritation in her voice while avoiding eye contact with him.

The boy looked at the girl who was avoiding eye contact with him and became confused, in the twelve years he's known her Wendy has never 'hanged' anywhere near him or his friends . She'd always been rather reclusive and even towards Stan they barely saw each other. 'I've got it' the boy thought.

"Did Stan break up with you again? Is that why your still here? Because if it is I'll have you know that I'm definitely not the type you want to talk about these issues with" the boy said.

"What no... Well yes technically I broke up with him but that was weeks before the summer even started".

"So the question still stands why exactly are you still here... You usually leave right after I finish my laps" the boy questioned.

"Geez didn't I just tell you I just want to hang out?" The girl irritation was now evident on her face.

"Hang out... With me" the boy said while pointing to himself.

"Yes!" She said with a raised voice.

"Well okay then if you want to just sit around and act weird I'll be going then" the boy said as he got up from the couch and began marching upstairs.

"Where you going" the girl yelled after him.

"To the bathroom I'm going to take a shower" the boy said as he went into his upstairs bathroom.

Wendy just sat on the couch while thinking. The reason why she decided to stay was a simple one, She was bored. All of her friends where gone to camp and their wasn't anything that interested her on social media so she decided to talk with Cartman. It wasn't the best of ideas she knew that, but in these last few weeks of helping him her and Cartman's relationship while it couldn't be called friendly wasn't as bad as it used to be.

Minutes past and Wendy heard the bathroom door opening. After a few more minutes she heard the boy coming down the stairs. He was wearing a plain white Tshirt that was noticeably too long for him. Seems like he doesn't have small clothes that fit his skinnier form. His hair was still wet and damp.

"Oh your still here" the boy said

"Yep I'm sill here" Wendy responded.

"Well here" the boy said as he took out two controllers from the TV table were his PlayStation 4 was.

"Usually I'd play with Kenny or the guys but since your the only one here I guess you'll have to do" he said while handing over one of the controllers.

"Huh I've never played these kinds of games before, I've only ever played phone games" she said.

"Don't worry hippie you'll learn eventually" the boy said as the TV screen showed the Text mortal Kombat on it.

The boy talked her through the way of selecting characters and their first match began... She lost almost immediately. Her button mashing technique was no match for his years of experience. Time past as the two played some more matches, Wendy wasn't as bad as she was before because Cartman informed her of the Combo menu. Her memorization was always one of her best features and she proved it today by being able to actually pose a mild challenge to Cartman even though he'd had the game for years.

After who knows how long the two started playing serious. Cartman still had the upper hand but not by much. He was impressed by how good Wendy was, until now he thought girls were totally shit at games. Now both of them were sitting on the edge of their seats.
Cartman had a cocky smirk on his face while Wendy had a deadpan serious stare while watching the screen.

Finally... Cartman won again.

"I'm sorry nature ho, theirs no way your going to beat me after just a day of playing" the boy said with an arrogant grin. He started laughing at the girls hopeless expression until he saw small bundles of water shaping in her eyes.

"Hey your crying... Don't cry it's only a game" the boy said. If this was in the past seeing Wendy cry would of been met with celebration from the boy but now. For some reason he actually felt guilty.

"No that's not it I'm not crying because of the game... I'm crying because it was fun" the girl said as she wiped the tears from her eyes.

"B-because it was fun? Hippie your acting like you've never had fun in your life before"

"Well these last few days I've felt Kinda been feeling kinda depressed" the girl admitted

"Depressed huh? Well if it makes you feel any better I've not been feeling the best either" the boy hated to admit that since the guys went to camp he's had almost no fun without them.

"You too huh...W-well since you don't have anyone else to do anything with do you think that maybe...you and me can spend more time together" Cartman almost yelled in surprise while hearing this, not because he was opposed to hanging out with the girl but because of the wording of the sentence 'spending more time together' made it sound like they were in a relationship or something.

" y-yes" the boy said as he tried to settle his thoughts.

"Really" the girls said with a happy smile"

Seeing the way she smiled from the prospects of hanging out with him brought a blush to the boys face because in that exact moment he saw the happy smile of hers directed at him he thought that the girl he could've sworn he hated in the past looked... Cute.

For a moment the two just stared at each other. The Stare lasted much longer than it should have and the two noticed that. With a blush and a twist of her neck the girl went back to staring at the TV screen. The blush could still be seen on her face.
Cartman did the same.

"Um y-you can hang out with me whenever" the boy said trying to ease the mood.

"Okay" she replied while avoiding eye contact with him.

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(Cartman)

The two ended up playing game after game for a long time before the girl had to eventually leave. After she left Cartman no longer had any interest in playing games, he went upstairs to his room and laid on his bed. Cartman was flustered and he knew it. After seeing the girls cute smile he couldn't help but think about her. She was his enemy, until recently he'd sometimes have fantasies about her in pain but now no matter how much he tried to stop thinking about her smile he just couldn't. His heart threatened to beat off of his chest everytime he thought about her.

'This is stupid' he thought while shoving his thoughts about her to the end of his mind. She was Stan's girl and yes while the two had a relationship barely above friendship since the two rarely even held hands and Stan would puke every time the two would even try kissing, those facts didn't mean he could just steal her away from him. 'I broke up with him weeks before summer' a wild thought appeared from Cartman's memory.

' that doesn't mean anything' he thought. Even though she did break up with him that was probably the twentieth time the two broke up. The two would constantly break up and get back together, to the point where he and Kenny would have bets on how long it would take for them to get back together.

"Gruuuuuuuuueee" while in thought the boys stomach began to growl. He stood up and went downstairs to his refrigerator. Opening it the boy saw a bowl rapped in plastic. The boy took the food out of the fridge and puts it in the microwave. After some minutes the food was finally heated. Looking at the food Cartman couldn't help but stare at it. This was the rice that Wendy cooked for him. This rice and all of the other food she'd made for him was made without any animal products. In the beginning he'd gotten angry with the girl, he thought she was trying to indoctrinate him into her hippy tree hugging cult but after confronting her about it she argued that it was the best kind of food for losing weight. After some research of his own the boy fount out that she wasn't lying to him.

The food tasted great. The girl was hard working, motivated, and she could cook, Cartman couldn't help admitting that she'd make a great wife...

'What the hell is wrong with me?' the boy thought. 'Why am I thinking about stupid shit like that?'

After eating he washed his dish and went back to his room and went to sleep.

(Wendy)

'It's probably nothing' the girl thought as she sat on her computer chair. She was thinking about how Cartman acted when they were playing games. He was surprisingly nice to her today and the way he had stared at her in that one moment still brought a blush to her face. He looked like he discovered gold when he looked at her.

Why was she blushing when she thought of him? The two had been enemies for so long. until recently she'd felt disgusted everytime she thought about him. Memories of his bigoted behavior should eclipse any good opinions she had of him with bad ones but... It didn't. She thought about how hard working he was. She thought about his serious and sometimes embarrassed expressions and couldn't help but think that maybe Cartman wasn't as unhuman as she always thought he was.

'Are we friends' she thought. The way they laughed with each other and the way they playfully teased each other was like that of friends right?

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(And with that I'll leave this chapter. if you have any opinions please let it be known I know that I'm a newbie so I'll need as much help as I can to actually complete this fan fiction.)