The Photo (Cartman x Wendy)

Chapter 9| Fake Whore

Wendy's POV

I walked down the road towards the bus stop in the chilly weather. Despite it being spring it still feels pretty cold in South Park; I felt especially cold being in this dress without a sweater. I'm so stupid, I should have brought a sweater. I made it to the bus stop to see Cartman standing there alone. I guess he's early. I walked up and stood next to him but noticed he was glaring at me. We stood there for a few minutes, his eyes not moving off my body. "What?!" I asked angrily, turning to see him.

"What the fuck Wendy?" he asked. "Wha-what are you talking about?!" I asked in complete confusion. He turned and grabbed my shoulders, forcing me to be parallel to him. I felt my face heat up as he grabbed my chin and made me look up at him. I stared into his dark brown eyes as they studied a feature on my face. He was staring at my lips. Wa-was he gonna kiss me? What do I do?! Should I pull away or let him kiss me?! I shut my eyes and waited for him to press his lips against mine but they shot open when he pressed his hand against my lips.

He had his sleeve covering his hand as he wiped the lipstick off of my lips. He pulled away and looked back at me. "Now you don't look like a fake whore," he said, shoving his hands in his pocket. "Cartman what was that for?!" I asked in anger and embarrassment. "You looked so gross with that shit on your already perfectly fine lips," he replied. My face heated up intensely as I stared at him in disbelief. "Are you blushing?" he asked with a smirk.

"N-no! I'm just hot," I replied, crossing my arms. "Is that why you wore a skimpy dress in 50 degree weather?" he asked sarcastically. "I'm not that cold," I replied as my body started to shiver. "Bullshit, you're freezing. I can even see you shaking," Cartman said as he watched my quivering body. "I forgot my sweater ok," I replied. "You took 30 minutes to curl your hair but not 2 to grab a coat," he mumbled as he took off his backpack followed by him unbuttoning his jacket. "Wh-what are you doing now?" I asked, stuttering because I was so cold.

He pulled off his jacket and walked over to me. He put the jacket on my shoulders and buttoned the first button, leaving the sleeves to hang besides me. "I don't need your jacket..." I mumbled as I adjusted it. He laughed and brought his hand to my ear, brushing the stray hair out of my face. "You should keep your hair natural," he said, tucking my hair behind my ear. I blushed some more and felt my hair. "Stan always liked it this way," I mumbled in response. "Well Stan's a dick. He dumped you for Jew fag so it's obvious your hair wasn't that important to him," Cartman said.

"I guess...it's funny. He always liked all my makeup and when I dressed up nicely," I said. "You look like a fake bitch. If a guy or girl, I don't know if you swing both ways, likes you your appearance shouldn't mean anything," Cartman explained. I looked up at him in disbelief. His kindness was confusing and somewhat frightening. "Are you the Cartman from the other universe?" I asked in confusion. "Ha ha bitch. You really like to insult people who are trying to be kind to you," he said as he put his backpack back on.

"Sorry," I apologized. "Don't sweat it ho," Cartman replied, shoving his hands back in his pockets. "Did you um loose weight?" I asked, trying to be kind. "As a matter of fact I did. I threw up everything I hate on spring break because I drank too much," he replied. "Yeah you look a lot thinner," I replied. "Thanks Ho," he said looking back at me. He looked like he was about to say something when Tweek showed up. I looked at him, poor kid. "H-hey guys," he greeted cheerfully.

"You seem happy," I said. "I-I am," he said, sipping the coffee from his mug. "Why? Didn't your boyfriend die or something?" Cartman asked. I shot him a glare; goddammit he was being so nice earlier too. "Y-yeah Craig's....gone but I'm o-ok," he stuttered as he fixed his shirt. "We were sorry to hear about the accident," I said, placing my hand on his shoulder for comfort. "Y-yeah it was sc-scary," Tweek stuttered, sipping his coffee again. "Fucking methheads," Cartman said. "Tr-trust me guys. Craig's ok," Tweek said, blushing a bit. I looked at Cartman and he looked at me. He smiled sincerely and winked. What is with him?