Thanks for the reviews. For the record, I personally don't think that someone at 5'8 is a midget, hell, I'm not even that tall. I just added that in there because Stan is a dick and will find any and every reason to insult Cartman, lol. At the risk of sounding like a broken record, don't insult other reviewers. It causes my reviews to be flooded with unnecessary arguments! Anyway, as usual R&R! Enjoy!

Chapter 9

Cartman's POV

I'm currently getting ready for the prom. My mom is helping me fix my tie and making my hair look neat. As promised, Wendy did help pick out my tux. I have a white jacket and black pants. She picked out a white button down shirt and black tie for me to wear with it.

"Oh Eric! You look great sweetie!" Mom gushes as she wipes a tear from her eye.

"Thanks mom..." I'm trying to smile and be happy, but I'm a little disappointed that I'm going alone. I feel like its pointless now.

My doorbell rings. I open it and its Butters and his Canadian girlfriend Charlotte. I figured since I have a limo, I would invite them to ride with me so I'm not in there by myself. Of course when the two of them are together, it still feels like I'm alone.

"Hey Eric! Are you ready?" Butters asks me.

I nod. "As ready as I'm going to be."

"Wait, before you guys leave, let me take some pictures!" Mom pulls out her cell phone.

I roll my eyes. "Come on mom, don't embarrass me..."

"I just want a few pictures. This is the only time you'll go to prom so I want to capture the moment."

"All right, all right! Just hurry up!"

We pose and she snaps a few pictures. "Ok mom, we have to go. The limo is waiting."

"Ok! Have fun muffin!" She kisses me leaving lipstick on my cheek.

"Mom!"

"Sorry hon." She licks her thumb and tries to wipe the lipstick off, but I back up.

"It's ok mom, I'll get it off!" I hear Butters and Charlotte snickering.

"Ok, have fun Eric!" With that, we leave and get in the limo.

The ride to the prom felt like a long one. It was pretty lonely too. Even though Butters and Charlotte were in here with me, they were making out the entire time. I don't think those two even came up for air!

I was more than happy when we finally arrive at prom. "I'll catch you when they announce you prom king." Butters tells me.

"Where are you going?"

"Going to go find an empty stall. See you!" He winks as he leads Charlotte off. I decide to make my way over by the punch bowl just to play it safe. I look around and I see Stan and Wendy together. I notice Stan and I have on the same tuxedo and Wendy is wearing a black and white striped dressed. God she looks so pretty…

Wendy's POV

Stan and I are dancing together and he's talking about his favorite subject…himself. He's telling me about how he got a full scholarship to play football at Duke University. Honestly, I'm kind of bored listening to him.

"You know, if you go to a school on the east coast, we can visit each often. You'll definitely have to come to some of my games. I'm sure I'll be the star quarterback..."

I drown him out. I look over at Cartman by the punch bowl. He looks so lonely and sad. I look up at Stan. "Hey Stan?"

"Yeah babe?"

"Do you mind if I ask Eric to dance."

"What?" I notice he glares at Cartman.

"Just one dance. He looks so lonely over there. I want him to enjoy himself a little."

"That's not your problem…"

I sigh. "He originally asked me to prom. I said yes and then turned him down after you asked me. It was a shitty thing for me to do and I feel responsible for him being here alone."

"He asked you to prom? I'll kill him!" Stan tries to head towards him, but I stop him.

"No Stan, you've done enough! It's just one dance and I'll be back, ok?"

He sighs. "Fine, I'm going to go catch up with the guys."

I walk over to Cartman. "Hi Eric!"

He smiles. "Hey Wendy. You look really pretty."

"Thanks, you look really handsome as well."

"Thank you!"

"I was thinking, it was rude of me to break our date. How can I make it up to you?"

He shakes his head. "You don't have to do that…"

"Sure I do. You want to dance?"

"I'm not a very good dancer."

"That's ok, neither am I!"

He smiles. "I guess we'll both look like some non dancing idiots. May I have this dance?"

"Yes you may, Eric Cartman!" We get out on the dance floor and the song A Moment Like This by Kelly Clarkson comes on. He looks at me and smiles. Surprisingly, he's not that bad of a dancer. I wonder if he's been practicing.

"AHEM!" I hear in the middle of the song. I look and see Stan. "I've come for my date!" He separates the two of us and pushes Cartman away.

"Stan!" I look at Cartman who's clearly scared shitless. "Eric, stand up for yourself!"

Stan smirks at Cartman. "Yes please Cartman, stand up for yourself. Stand up to me!" He taunts.

Cartman looks as if he wants to say something, but instead he shakes his head. "You two enjoy the rest of your evening." He walks over to the punch bowl and Stan follows him.

"Very interesting tux you have on. Are you trying to be like me?"

"No…"

Stan laughs. "This is the second big event we attended where you were dressed like me. Are you stalking me or something?"

"No I'm not."

"I get it, most guys want to be like me. I just never thought anyone would have the guts to try to dress like me. I can fix that though." He grabs the ladle full of punch from the punchbowl and throws the punch on Cartman's jacket. My jaw drops. "Now your outfit doesn't look like mine anymore." He smiles.

"What's wrong with you?" I ask him. "Why would you do something so horrible and mean?"

"This fat fucker is trying to be like me!" Oh shit, they are wearing the same tux! Once again, I'm responsible for Cartman's embarrassment.

"No he's not! I'm the one who picked out the tux for him!" I step in.

"You did this? Why?"

"Because I wanted him to look nice! You didn't have to ruin his tux."

"Maybe I should leave…" Cartman says quietly, but I stop him before he can go anywhere.

"Ladies and Gentlemen!" We hear Token call out on the microphone. Thank goodness, we need this distraction. "It's time to announce this year's prom king and queen!"

"You can't leave yet. This is your big moment!" I whisper to Cartman.

"Yeah right."

"We're going to do things different this time. We're going to announce the queen first. The 2016 Prom Queen is Wendy Testaburger!" Token announces.

"I'll see you on stage!" I tell Cartman before rushing off to get my crown.

"Now for the moment you've all been waiting for! This was surprisingly a really close race! The 2016 Prom King is…STAN MARSH!" Everyone but me cheers. I can't believe this! I lost the fucking bet!

"Fuck!" I whisper as Stan comes on stage to receive his crown. We then have our king and queen dance.

"Try not to look so disappointed my dear. You knew Cartman wasn't going to win. I don't even know how this was a close race."

I look over at Cartman who really looks miserable. "I have to go talk to Cartman."

"Talk to him about what? He lost!"

"That's why I need to talk to him. I want to make sure he's ok. Excuse me!" I head towards Cartman, but I'm stopped by Bebe.

"Well it looks like you lost the bet." She smiles.

"Not now Bebe, I need to talk to Cartman."

"It's over Wendy! You don't need to deal with the likes of him anymore!"

"He's still my friend."

She laughs. "No he's not! He's just some fat dork you gave a little makeover and made "popular" for a night! If it wasn't for the bet, you wouldn't have even given Cartman the time of day!"

"What bet?" I turn around and see Cartman.

"Oh shit, I better go!" Bebe walks off.

"Wendy? What bet?" Cartman asks again.

"It was so stupid." I tell him.

"The bet was about me?"

I nod and can feel my eyes brim with tears. "Yes, I'm so sorry."

"What was the bet?"

"I was supposed to turn you into Prom King…"

"So this sudden interest in me was just about a bet?" Now I can see him tearing up.

"Yes…"

Stan walks over to us and laughs. "Did you really think Wendy would ever be interested in someone like you? Poor and stupid, not a good combination."

Cartman looks at me and shakes his head before running out. "Eric wait!" I call out trying to run after him, but Stan stops me.

"Let him go! You don't need him anymore!"

"I at least need to apologize Stan! I know I really hurt him." I head out to find Cartman. I hope I can get him to forgive me…

Preview:

A heartbroken Cartman tells Wendy how he feels about her.

Stan reveals something to Wendy.