The Photo (Cartman x Wendy)

Chapter 2| The Trip

Wendy's POV

I woke up to an obnoxious beeping. My phone alarm was going off like crazy but I just wanted to sleep. "Shut uupppp," I whined. The beeping wouldn't quit so I rolled over and snatched up my phone. I snoozed the alarm and shut my eyes again. Not even a minute after I hit snooze my phone started to ring again. I shot open my eyes to see that Bebe was calling me. "Goddammit Bebe," I muttered, grabbing my phone and answering the call. "Bebe, why are you calling me this early?" I asked, tiresome. "Early?! Wendy are you high or something it's 1:00pm! We're gonna be there in 5 minutes to pick you up!" Bebe exclaimed angrily.

"Oh shit!" I yelled. I jumped out of my bed and threw my phone onto my desk. I pulled off my baggy sleep shirt and sweatpants. I grabbed a simple shirt and a pair of shorts and pulled them on my body as quick as I could. I looked into the mirror and almost gagged at my appearance. My hair was a ratted mess, my eyes were droopy and my acne was showing. "Fuck," I muttered to myself. I grabbed my brush and yanked through my hair, not caring if I ripped out large chunks.

After screwing with my hair for a while I pulled it into a simple ponytail. I then grabbed my foundation and lathered it on as quickly as I could. Thankfully it covered my zits but unfortunately I couldn't find my concealer and my eyes looked like shit. Screw it! I just lathered on the foundation hoping it'd serve as concealer. I checked myself in the mirror again. My eyes still looked crappy so I grabbed my pencil eyeliner and just scribbled it on as neatly as I could. It worked decently and I finished it off with a bit of mascara.

I sighed in relief, happy with my work. I sprayed on some deodorant and grabbed my already packed suitcase. I dragged it down the stairs where I met with my parents. "Ok Wendy, you swear you won't drink anything," my dad said to me. "Trust me dad," I replied. He hugged me and wished me a good trip. "WENDY!" Bebe yelled from outside. "Bye mom and dad!" I farewelled and ran outside. I saw Bebe in the passenger seat of a black van with our older friend Rachel, who are parents trusted to drive us, in the driver's seat.

I saw Kenny sitting in the back seat motioning for me to come sit. I through my bag in the trunk and got into the car. Bebe had told me Stan and Kyle would be here but I'm assuming that she got them to change their plans. "Hey Wendy," Kenny greeted. "Hey Kenny," I replied with a smile. "Who are we picking up next?" Kenny asked. "Cartman begged us for a ride so he's next," Bebe replied. "Ugh, we're picking up fatass?" I questioned.

"Yeah, he begged me. Then he paid me," Bebe explained with a smirk. "Ok we're off!" Rachel said, staring the car and driving off towards Cartman's house. "I heard about you're break up. I'm so sorry," Rachel said to me. "Thanks, I'm okay now though," I replied. "Wait, Stan dumped you?" Kenny asked. "Yeah," I replied. "I thought he dumped you like a month ago," Kenny said. "Huh? Why would you think that?" I asked. "Uhh, never mind," Kenny replied nervously. "Tell me!" I demanded. "Well he started screwing around with Kyle about a month ago," Kenny explained. "What?!" I asked angrily. "We're here," Rachel said. "Someone go get him," Bebe instructed.

I waited for a bit for someone to get out of the car and get him but no one did. "Fine I'll do it," I sighed. I undid my seatbelt and got out of the car. I walked up to his door and knocked on it. "Cartman! We're here to pick you up!" I yelled. I heard someone run down the stairs and open the door. Cartman was standing there with a duffle bag over his shoulder. "Hey ho," he greeted, walking over to the car. "Sup fatass," I replied.

As I got back into the car he opened the trunk and threw his bag back there. I moved up next to Kenny so Cartman could sit next to me in the seat. "Move over ho," Cartman said, trying to push me over. "I can't fatass!" I spat back. Kenny sighed. "Who are we picking up next?" he asked. "Uhh no one, Stan and Kyle aren't going with us like planned," Rachel replied. "Oh good, I'll sit in the back then," Kenny said while undoing his belt and jumping into the back seat. I moved over to Kenny's spot and buckled my belt.

"Ok, who's ready for California!" Rachel cheered. The others cheered and we started to drive. I really wish Stan was here so I could talk to him. Why did he have to be gay?! I fucking hate Kyle, that douche! He stole Stan from me! "You aren't gonna cry again are you?" Cartman asked me. No one else noticed his comment because Rachel and Bebe were talking about...nails? And Kenny was listening to music on his phone. "No, I refuse to cry over him anymore," I said, leaning against my window. "Good, it sounds horribly," Cartman sneered. I sighed. This is gonna be a long trip.