Chapter 3- "Cute"

After I dropped the cellphone. WT and Wendy didn't speak to me for weeks, they wanted nothing to do with me. Wendy decided to go gather pomegranates and berries as I decided to follow her. You know, I was getting bored on the island. I wanted to know Wendy better and so I followed her to go gather the fruits. She was going to bitch since I was evil but it didn't matter, I needed something to do.

I sat in front of a palm tree as she walked by. "Hey, Wendy. Mind if we talk about something?"

She glared. "Go to hell, Cartman. I really don't want to talk to you! You could've saved us all and you didn't!"

I grabbed the basket. "Well now, I have the basket. You either do it or I'll...I'll keep bugging you!"

I watched for Wendy's response. She gave in and decided to have me help her look for fruits. She looked so down and....EY! Why is she making me feel sorray? Damn emotions! I shouldn't feel sorry! Damn empathy! I looked on the ground and looked back at Wendy who heard me arguing with myself. She looked at me weird and then began to snicker. She snickered again then stopped.

"I thought you were mad at me." I replied. "Wendy, you can't send mixed signals like that, you'll get in trouble."

Wendy sighed. "Well, I want to be mad then I can't." She sighed. "Look, WT is still pretty pissed but I guess I could let it go...maybe."

I walked closer to Wendy as I put my hands through her hair. "A pretty girl like yourself shouldn't be mad....I think I can--"

Wendy backed away a little. "C-Cartman.....Do you feel, ok? Don't tell me you smoked some of WT's stash! I think you're sick!"

Cartman smiled. "I'm fine, Wendy! I was just worried. Geez, can't a guy be worried about something?"

Wendy backed away a little. I smiled mischeiveously and followed her. "I'm following you, Wendy. Stop running away from me!"

Wendy began snickering and laughing as I followed her. She turned into a game of tag as I chased after her. I finally caught up to her but I stopped in my tracks. Her hair was so beautiful when she ran. I-I....It's just so beautiful. I just needed a minute to look at it for awhile then I went back to chasing her. She ran where the ocean was and watching her jump in the ways made my heart be faster. Goddamn it, she's got me! Why does it have to be Wendy? I mean, I really wasn't interested and now I am. God, Love is so tricky.

Wendy looked at me. "Cartman, you've been watching me."

"So?" I replied. "I don't have anything else to watch, I'm bored!"

She giggled. "Are you sure you don't like me, or something?"

I froze. The way she said it, was....so....so...soo...cute...I must be sicker than I thought because she made it sound cute....I felt my cheeks go red. Wendy noticed as she stroked my cheeks. Damn it, I'm the one sending mixed signals! I don't want to show these crappy emotions and I was! I must've had brain surgery overnight or something because I didn't like Wendy this intensely before and now I do. WT must've done my surgery while he was high off his ass. No wonder I'm not right.

"Look, Wendy...." I began. "I don't like you that way, I don't think were collateral."

"Compatable, Cartman. What makes you say that? Am I not good enough for you?"

Damn it, why was she being stubborn? "No....It's just that we have different political views. It wouldn't work out..."

Wendy just laughed. "Oh Cartman, I wouldn't say that. Maybe if you weren't so mean, I'd like you more."

I felt myself get hot. I wasn't angry, I was amused by Wendy. "Welll......I kind of have to be mean. If you're too nice, you get walked all over and stuff. I just like having power."

Wendy laughed. "I kind of like when you're aggressive...." She blocked her mouth. "....Cartman, don't--"

I smiled. "Welllll now...Tripping over words, I see? Came out the wrong way, I guess?"

Out of nowhere I heard WT. "KISS ALREADY! HOOK UP ALREADY!"

I looked at Wendy who looked at me wide eyed. Maybe this was becoming more complicated than we all thought. Wendy walked away as I just stood there. Um, is ok to say that I have no idea what happened?

It was so complicated, more complicated than my hatred of hippies, more complicated than Stan liking Wendy and now the love triangle that I've created. It was no use being in denial when I could my feelings for Wendy getting more intense.

Why couldn't Wendy be a hippie? It would be easier. I just couldn't hate her anymore.