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Chapter three
Love
Wendy lay in bed, not able to sleep. Cartman's evil grin was stuck in her head. With each toss and turn different thoughts bombarded her.
What could Eric be up to? Why was he being so nice to everyone?
More importantly, why did he grin like that to her? Could it have bin that he thought she might have been out of site, or maybe not looking?
No, the Cartman she remembered was a sly fox; he would have never left anything to chance. He wanted her to see him, but why?
Wendy blinked suddenly realizing something.
What if it was all in her imagination? Maybe Bebe and Kyle were right after all. She had always disliked Cartman; all her memories of him involved horrible situations and outcomes. Maybe she just couldn't accept the fact that Cartman had changed for the best.
She rolled on her side and observed her room in silence. The moonlight poured through the open curtains, unusually strong that night. As the light bathed her room she scanned it slowly and suddenly realized how much she herself had changed over the years. There were no longer posters of ponies or colorful and shiny sticker on the walls; she had taken them down ages ago. Now there were posters of bands, and a scarf with the high school Cows team logo.
On her desk there were no crayons or different colored sticky notes, but a laptop and some schoolbooks. All very dull looking.
"We all go though changes…"
Wendy whispered to herself.
"Hey Wendy, how are you doing tod-"
Bebe stopped abruptly when she saw her friends tired looking eyes.
"Wow girl, did you sleep at all last night?"
She asked, slightly worried.
Wendy yawned and answered slowly
"Well, not much"
"Still thinking about Eric?"
Bebe asked, remembering the day before.
Wendy lay against her locker and hugged her books up tight near her face.
"I just can't forget about him… I don't know if he is his old self again, or if he is just a normal guy or if it is all in my imagination. I feel like I'm going crazy Bebe!"
She exclaimed as she reach out to hug her friend with tears in her eyes.
"But Wendy"
Bebe answered, surprised by her friends reaction.
"Why are you so worked up over this whole thing? Cartman doesn't seem to be doing anything bad to anyone, he actually looks like he really is a nice guy now"
"I know Bebe, but for some reason I keep thinking about him…"
"Well… I don't know about him Wendy… but I do know that you need to get a hold of yourself. Look at yourself, no sleep, crying and not looking beautiful at all, what would Stan say if he saw you now?"
Wendy closed her eyes and took a few breaths.
"He would tell me to calm down, relax and think things through"
"Well why don't you speak with him about it then? He is your boyfriend after all"
Bebe said, with sudden realization.
"And tell him what?"
Wendy said, sniffing.
"That I can't stop thinking about Cartman? I can't do that Bebe"
She looked at her blond friend who was still looking at her, worried.
"Well… why don't you just go… and talk to Eric about everything?"
Wendy blinked.
It was so obvious. She could just go to his house and confront him. If he did reveal his evil smile to her for a reason then he probably wasn't going to hide it. If it was her imagination then she could just apologize.
"Wendy?"
Bebe asked, confused at her friends sudden silence.
"…Yea, you know Bebe, you can be really smart sometimes"
The noirette laughed, suddenly feeling reassured about the whole situation.
"Yea, that's what everyone keeps telling me"
Bebe smiled, looking quite proud with herself.
"Bebe, what's six times eight?"
"I won't fall for that so easily"
She replied, winking at Wendy, before turning around to go to her class.
The school bell rang for one final time and the students started to shuffle out of their classes. Wendy was walking down the hallway next to Stan, as he told her about their upcoming game, but the noirette's thoughts were with her idea to visit Cartman that afternoon.
"Wends, are you ok?"
Stan's question snapped her back. She had been way to lost in her thoughts over the last couple of days.
"Yes"
She simply smiled back. Stan was a wonderful boyfriend, but lacked certain man attributes sometimes. If she told him her worries, and especially her plan for that afternoon, he would definitely intervene, and Wendy couldn't afford that kind of distraction.
"Baby, if you have a problem, of any kind, you know you can trust me right?"
"Of course Stanny"
She said smiling and leant in to give him a kiss, but he rejected it. Wendy looked at the young man, surprised. He looked away, with a serious face.
"Stan? What's wrong?"
She said, as a small pit of worry suddenly lit itself inside her.
Stan kept looking away and sighed.
"Cartman told me about your encounter with him yesterday"
Wendy felt like she had just been hit by a truck and had nothing to answer with. Stan looked back at her.
"Is there anything you need to tell me?"
He said, his eyes fixed on hers.
The young girl just stared into his as her mind raced to find an excuse.
"Bebe!"
"What?"
Stan asked, confused.
"Bebe likes Cartman and wanted to follow him"
Stan looked at Wendy skeptically.
"Are you doubting me?"
She said, suddenly with a slight tone of threat in her voice, she respected and loved Stan with all her heart, but she knew all of his weaknesses. That was an ability she had mastered.
"N-no!"
Stan exclaimed, startled by his girlfriend's sudden reaction.
"Good, it's a secret, so don't tell anyone, ok?"
"…Ok, ok… Wow, Cartman with Bebe, who would have guessed"
Before Wendy could get back to her thoughts, her other ability, the ability to be jelly; witch is probably more of a problem than ability, kicked in.
"What do you mean?"
She asked, her words as sharp as blades.
"Well you know, he's gone from being fat, hated by everyone and alone, to being fit, admired and with the possibility of being with someone like Bebe"
Stan said, not realizing the, almost perceivable, black aura being emitted by his girlfriend.
"What's so great about Bebe?"
Wendy asked through clenched teeth.
"Well, she is quite good looking and popular, I can see why everyone likes her"
"Well why don't you date her then?!"
Wendy yelled, attracting the attention of a few people passing by.
Stan looked at his girlfriend with a raised eyebrow.
"Seriously Wends, I have no idea what is wrong with you lately. I am dating you, not Bebe. I don't love her, I love you, but you just don't seem to ever realize that!"
Stan snapped, with a very sudden anger. The young teen just stared at him, her flame extinguished, quite amazed at his reaction; this is the kind of Stan she wanted more often.
"I-i'm sorry Stan"
She began, realizing that she had gone over the top a bit again.
"It's just that-"
"No Wendy, stop! This always happens, I'm tired of you always controlling me! You follow Cartman with a friend and don't tell me anything about it and then you get mad when I compliment one of your friends in front of you, alone!"
Stan complained but then looked down, realizing what he was saying.
"… I'm sorry Wends… I've been worked up about the Cartman thing all morning, for a moment I thought you were loosing interest in me, that's all…"
Wendy's heart sank like a rock as she listened to Stan's words; she had forgotten how much of a nice person he was.
Stan wasn't like other boys, he really cared about her, and he had always been there, showing her unconditional love over the years. The noirette couldn't help but throw herself into his arms and take a deep breath in. His sent and his strong arms around her made all feel secure and loved. This was the reason she had been with him for so long, she reminded herself, this was one of those moments they had treasured since their very first kiss.
A tear rolled down Wendy's face as she hugged Stan with all her might.
All of the stress and worries she had accumulated over the last two days were slowly evaporating as she wept in his arms.
The hallway was now empty, seeming strangely silent, only interrupted by Wendy's slight sobs as she held Stan close.
Mr. and Mss. Testerburger were out visiting a family member as the last day's light bathed South Park's infamous sign in an orange light.
The view was cut short as Wendy closed her blinds, quickly stripping off her blouse, and turning around to face Stan, who was already in bed, with a grin.
"…Nice…"
He muttered as her black bra touched the floor and then their lips connected.
Stan's car disappeared into the distance as Wendy re entered her house.
Night had fallen and it was getting could out; there was no point in going to Cartman's house today.
The noirette closed the door behind her and let go of her dressing gown, it was warmer inside. She stumbled into the kitchen and found a note and some money.
-Deer Wendy, we are going over to your uncles for the night, here is some money for pizza. Love Mom-
"Wow, that was lucky"
She muttered. She and Stan had been hypnotized by passion. The kind of passion that wasn't exactly silent.
She managed to order herself some food and slouched down on the sofa, taking in a long breath.
The afternoon had given her a fresh view on the situation.
She was much better with Stan than she would be with anyone else; that was clear enough. He worries about Cartman had now calmed down, she still intended on going to speak with him, but it wasn't as urgent. He hadn't actually done anything bad up to now, so maybe he really was just a better person.
All she needed to do now was go visit him and put worries to rest. After that they could all be friends again.
An image of Stan from that afternoon flashed in her head and she blushed, it had been a long time since she had felt this attracted to him. She made a mental note to be extra sweet with him from now on, he deserved it.
The doorbell rang; Wendy stood up and tightened her gown, no need to show off anything unnecessary, especially since she wasn't wearing anything underneath.
She made sure she had the money in her pocket and opened the door to receive the pizza.
Wendy stood in silence as she stared at the person on the other side of the door.
"Eric?"
She muttered, staring at the young man in a pizza delivery outfit.
"Hi Wendy"
He smiled, as if nothing were strange.
"It's been a long time since I was last in this area of town, that will be 12,50 please."
The young girl suddenly felt very conscious of her nudity under her gown and pulled it tighter.
"Eric, why are you delivering pizzas?"
She asked.
"Well, my car doesn't work on air"
The said pointing to his vehicle, parked by the road.
"And I also want to help my mom out with some of the house expenses, now, if you want to ask anymore questions please pay me first, if its cold when I give it to the customer, its free and then that comes out of my pay"
He said with a slight laugh.
Wendy paused for a moment and then counted out the money.
"Thank you very much Wendy, have a good night ok?"
Replied Cartman after receiving the money and turned around to walk to his car.
Wendy was suddenly hit with an idea, her parents weren't going to be back tonight, and so, she could kill two birds with one stone.
"Eric wait!"
She called out to him and he turned around.
"Yes?"
He said, smiling. Yet again something dropped inside Wendy's stomach as she saw his white teeth and wavy brown hair.
"I… err… what time do you f-finish work?"
She stuttered.
"In about an hour, why?"
Cartman replied, looking slightly confused.
"Can you come over real quick when you finish? I really need to talk to you about something"
Cartman paused to think about it and Wendy felt the sudden worry that he might have taken it the wrong way but then answered.
"Yea, ok, sounds good to me, but not for long ok? I need to get home"
He said smiling.
"Yea, that's perfect, so… yea, see you in a while"
Wendy said still impacted by the situation.
Cartman laughed and turned around, still talking.
"Just make sure you put some clothes on by then, I don't think Stan would appreciate me hanging out with his girlfriend with her sisters on view"
With that comment he got in the car and drove away.
"My sisters? But I don't have…"
Wendy looked down and realized her gown had fallen apart at the top, slightly revealing her breasts; it must have been when she was rummaging in her pockets for the money.
She blushed, quickly covered herself again, closed the door and went inside to have dinner and procure some clothes.
An hour later Wendy sat siting on the sofa, fully clothed, waiting in silence for the brown haired boy to appear. For some reason that she didn't quite understand, she was extremely nervous about receiving Cartman into her home, especially after her evening with Stan.
A car door was heard outside, followed by the sound footsteps getting closer. With each step her heart beat faster until the steps stopped and the doorbell rang.
Wendy rushed to the door and opened it to reveal the young pizza delivery boy, without his uniform this time. He was wearing a dark green shirt with a light brown leather jacket over it and a pair of dark blue jeans. His cologne was very present during the brief moments they where staring at each other in silence. Something began to make Wendy blush.
"Come on in out of the cold"
She said without thinking.
"Thank you"
He replied simply and walked in.
Wendy closed the door and turned to look at him.
"What can I help you with?"
He said calmly, the tension between the teens was strong.
The noirette gathered all her thoughts and began.
"Look Cartman… about yesterday…"
Wendy paused, realizing how complicated it was going to be to explain it all, but Eric used her pause to speak himself.
"You don't trust me, do you?"
She looked up at him, surprised. That was direct.
"Well… no, not at first at least"
She said, and yet again Cartman took the lead to continue speaking as he began walking around the room, looking at all the paintings and objects there were on the multiple shelves and tables.
"It's ok Wendy, I totally understand you. In fact, I'm surprised at how well everyone has treated me so far, considering my past."
He stopped and looked at Wendy.
"But not you, oh no. You are no redneck like the others Wendy, I know you much smarter than that. It was only normal to doubt me, after all, we were practically enemies when we were younger, but I'm afraid that there is little of that left. I really am just a normal guy now."
He said and Wendy felt herself relax, but also feel a little bit disappointed.
"All I want right now is to continue living normally, help my mom and get to uni. Does that answer all your questions?"
No, there was one more thing.
"…Why did you grin at me yesterday when we left in our car?"
Cartmans kind smile disappeared and he became silent. Wendy was about to say something but he, yet again, managed to speak first.
"Sometimes, for a painting to be a real piece of art, the artist needs to decorate the scenery with beautiful objects to throw the viewer off, making him thing he has seen it all, but only those with the right eyes will be able to see the real painting behind the artist."
Wendy just stood there smacked by that very unexpected phrase and Cartman walked passed her towards the door.
Time slowed down as he brushed passed her, leaving a light trail of his cologne in the air.
He opened the door and left in silence.