For IcedFireFrenzy

Paring: Candy

Object: Quadruple-stuffed Oreos

"Sup, bitch."

Wendy failed to hear the insult, due to her music beaming loud through her headphones. Her head was buried in her text book, lost in the world of history. Of course, Cartman had also taken up the same subject, so on some occasions, they unfortunately found each other in the history section of the library. This was one of those occasions.

"Uh, hello? I just called you a bitch." He tossed his bag onto the table, which startled Wendy, causing her to look up from her book. Realizing who it was that just distracted her from her hardcore revision, she frowned - an annoyed look appearing across her face.

"Do you mind?" She snapped, picking a headphone from her ear.

"As a matter of fact, yes, I do."

"What do you want, Cartman?" She deadpanned, while the brunette took a seat opposite her.

"As much as I totally hate to distract you from your self-learning, I see that you have a certain snack in possession, which I may have to take off you."

Wendy rose an eyebrow, not catching on from what he was blabbering about.

"..Look to your left."

She shifted her eyes to the left of her papers, only to see the packet of quadruple-stuffed Oreos she was halfway through munching on. Agreed by the pair of them, these snacks were the best thing in the whole entire world. It was the only thing they ever agreed on.

"Oh. Yeah, they're makeshift. Darn stores never sell them." She eventually spoke, offering one to Cartman, who grabbed more than a generous amount. Not that she particularly minded. Whenever she brought them to school with her, he always knew she had them. It was like he could smell them as soon as she walked through those school gates. Cartman could pick up the scent of food, like he was a dog. It was, you could say, a gift he had the privilege in having.

"Sweet. How's the assignment going?" He asked, biting into the cookie.

"Okay, I suppose. I'm still trying to get my head around the works of European history. I'm fine with American history, just not Europe. So many wars to learn about."

"European history?" Cartman scoffed, "Are you kidding? That's the best bit! Who fucking cares about our pussy presidents, Europe is where all the power and revolution lies."

Wendy sighed, knowing how hard she was finding this. "Well what are you doing your paper on?"

"Isn't it obvious? World War Two. Duh."

"Should have known."

The brunette twisted his second Oreo carefully, trying not to cause a crack between the biscuit. "What are you doing yours on, The Roman Empire?"

"No, the Seven Years' War."

Cartman nodded, gesturing for her to continue, as he was too busy scraping the fluffy substance off the Oreo with his teeth.

"Like, I totally understand the beginning of what happened and the theory behind it all, I just can't think of enough points to include in the six thousand word essay. There's not enough relevant evidence to support my answer."

"Wait," He swallowed. "Why are you doing something that you know fuck all about?"

"I wanted to do something different. The Roman Empire is all I know about and it's all I ever seem to do. I'm kinda bored of it."

"So? If it's something you know a lot of, you might as well. Probably will get a better mark too."

She stressfully sighed, dropping her head into her hands. "This is killing me."

"Sucks." Cartman said bluntly. He shoved the last of his cookie into his mouth, before diving into the next one.

"Yeah. It does."

There was a moment of silence between the two, the sound of closed mouth chewing being the only filler in the area they were sat in. Wendy was just about to return to her work, but the sound of Cartman's voice caught her off guard.

"So. How's Stan?"

She hesitantly looked up and briefly met the brunette's gaze, before he turned back to his half eaten biscuit. "How should I know? We haven't spoken in about two weeks now."

Cartman smirked into the round snack, acknowledging this information. Wendy continued, "I mean, I've tried calling him, but he seems so caught up in football."

"Uh-huh."

"And it's like, whenever I try and talk to him face-to-face, he doesn't wanna know! He's really distanced himself from me."

"Mm."

"I know that I said we needed to distance ourselves, but I thought he would at least still hang out with me. But he doesn't even want to look at me! We used to have so much fun together. Sure, we broke up now and then, but we still had fun! I mean, it would have been nicer if he didn't hang out with Kyle so much, but it was still- are you even listening to me?"

Cartman was looking down in his lap, fiddling with his phone. He hadn't acknowledged a thing Wendy had just said. He wasn't expecting her to go that much into detail.

"Cartman!"

The brunette jumped at the pitch of her voice and snapped his attention towards her annoyed expression. "Sorry, what?"

"Oh, fuck you! I'm so done with guys!" She slammed her hands on the desk and pushed herself up from her seat. She scooped up her papers and books into her bag and threw it over her shoulder. Cartman stared blankly at the last thing she was next to pick up.

"Can I..?" He begun, not able to finish his sentence.

"Whatever, sure. See you in class."

The brunette smirked and grabbed the packet of makeshift quadruple-stuffed Oreos. There were only two left, but he endured every moment of what was left. It was when he was settling on the last cookie, where he began to think about why Wendy actually shared her food with him. It was never vice-versa. Cartman refused to share his food with anyone, ever. Still, he didn't dwell on it too much, he didn't want to be giving himself any ideas. Not yet.

His plan on getting Stan to ignore Wendy was working perfectly and her bitching was, okay, annoying, but it meant that they were both falling into his trap.

Oh, did Cartman love to ruin things. Especially relationships.