((A/N: Crack pairing challenge from Burbs.
Disclaimer: I kind of hope that someday I might perhaps sorta mildly to some small insignificant amount own something... as it is I don't actually own squat, tragic I know.
Muse-chan out!))
Orange Wedding
"…okay Wendy, we need to talk."
The nine year old looked up at her best friend curiously, hand pausing mid stroke on the design she was working on it, "What about?"
Bebe sighed agitatedly, "We are planning your and Stan's wedding, right?"
The girls had spent the afternoon drawing pictures and making plans for their future weddings in Wendy's room. Bebe had decided on Clyde for her life partner, something to do with shoes being her only true love, and knowing exactly what she wanted for her wedding the plans had been developed efficiently and quickly. Now it was Wendy's turn and there was something that had irked Bebe to no end.
"Yeah, why do you ask?" Wendy looked puzzled at the bustier girl's frustration.
Bebe's eyebrow twitched, "The entire color scheme is orange and brown."
Wendy blinked, at an all time loss as to what Bebe was trying to get at, "What about it?"
"Your favorite color is purple." Bebe deadpanned.
This didn't help Wendy's confusion at all, "Just because my favorite color is purple doesn't mean I want my wedding to be purple."
"You hate orange."
Wendy furrowed her brows, "Not hate, it's just not my favorite color. I thought it would look nice."
Bebe held her face, the full extent of her irritation bubbling to the surface, "The groom's tuxedo has a hoodie."
Now Wendy was starting to get annoyed, "What's wrong with that? I didn't complain about your giant shoe on the alter!"
Bebe expertly restrained herself from defending the shoe (if Wendy didn't know how great it was it was her loss) and pressed on with determination, "The orderves are poptarts."
"I like poptarts!"
"You seriously don't think there's anything strange about this being your and Stan's wedding?"
Wendy let go of her irritation in favor of confusion, of course it was her and Stan's wedding! Who else would she be marrying?
The other girl let out a sigh that expressed a truly despondent situation, the kind of sigh one only ever let loose when talking to a real moron, and walked over to Wendy's bookshelf pulling out five random novels.
"What are you doing?"
Bebe plopped the books in front of Wendy, "What do you see?"
"…my romance novels?" Wendy was really trying to grasp Bebe's point by this time but nothing she was asking was making any sense!
Tch'ing, Bebe pressed, "No, what do you see on the covers?"
Wendy thought hard while staring at the books, the only common theme she could find were the couples on the front… but that couldn't be what Bebe was getting at…
After a full ten seconds of waiting for Wendy to solve the puzzle, Bebe snapped "All the guys have blond hair and blue eyes!"
Wendy quirked an eyebrow, "And?"
Bebe groaned, finally giving up on getting her point across, "Forget I said anything."
She never knew Wendy could be this dense!
((Ending Notes: Critique is always appreciated. This was written on the spur of the moment so there are probably a lot of mistakes x3;; also I'm relatively new to South Park so if I'm getting the characters really off please tell me =3
-Muse attempting to do her homework.))