The Photo (Cartman x Wendy)

Chapter 16| Dinner

Cartman's POV

I continued to stare at Wendy as my heart sped up in pace. I don't want it to be true, no way in hell can I have a crush on someone! Fucking-I-BITCH! I just want to smack her for doing this stupid shit to me! I-I like her....fuck you Wendy! I averted my gaze from her and stared back at the paper. No wonder I've been acting so pathetic and gay lately. Offering to help her with this homework, giving her my coat, buying her that drink....it's been because I like her. Oh fuck you Cupid!

"Dinner will be ready soon!" my mother announced in her regular cheerful voice. "Um, Ms. Cartman?" Wendy questioned politely. "Yes dear," my mother responded. "Just wondering what's for dinner?" she asked. "Fried chicken, mashed potatoes and Lima beans," she replied. "Ok," Wendy replied. My mother then walked back into the kitchen and I started to work in the German homework again. The room then grew silent and awkward again until my phone started to ring. I pulled it out of my pocket to see that Clyde was calling me. I answered the call and held my phone up to my ear.

"Hey dude do you have Wendy's number? I tried calling like everyone else but no one will answer me," Clyde said. "I'm not giving you her number asshole," I replied fiercely. Wendy looked over at me with suspicion. "Who's on the phone?" she asked. "Clyde is," I replied. "Wait, is she there? I think I heard her-" Wendy then snatched the phone for me and put it against her ear. "What do you want Clyde?" she asked angrily. After a long reply I couldn't hear Wendy's face flushed red and she gripped the phone tighter. "I'm not doing that you sick pervert!" she screamed into the phone.

He said something to her and she started to look worried again. "F-fine," she stuttered in reply as she hung up the phone. "What did that asshole tell you to do?" I asked angrily. "I don't want to tell you," she replied embarrassedly. "Why not?!" I asked in an even angrier tone. "I just don't want to..." she replied as her face burned a bright red. I wanted to just rip the secret out of her but goddammit I just can't! I'm gonna have to kill Cupid one day I fucking swear to God!

"Dinner's ready!" my mother called from the kitchen. Wendy stood up and hurried to the kitchen so she could avoid further questions with me. I walked into the kitchen and sat at the seat across from my mom and closest to Wendy. My mother then set two plates in front of both of us and sat in her seat. "I'm sorry I didn't quite catch your name," my mom said to Wendy. "It's Wendy," she replied as she continued to poke at her chicken. "So Wendy how long have you and my son been dating?" my mother asked curiosity.

"MOM!" I yelled in anger and embarrassment. "Uh we're not actually dating," she replied as her cheeks turned red. "Oh so Eric hasn't made a move y-" "Mom would you please shut up!" I interrupted angrily. "Ok poopsykins," she replied cheerfully using that God awful nickname. Wendy chuckled at the name and continued to poke at her food. "You not gonna eat ho?" I asked as she stared at the food. "I-I will," she stuttered unsurely. She continued to stare at her food. I took another bird of my chicken as she just stared at her food.

"Are you not hungry dear?" my mother asked in concern. "Well it's just I'm kinda on a diet," she tried to explain. "Oh I'm sorry, I didn't know dear," my mother apologized. "Just eat it," I said to her. "I'm on a diet-" "Hahaha you're already extremely skinny now eat something," I said interrupting her. She turned back to her food and mumbled something incoherent as she ate a few of her Lima beans. I managed to finish my food quite quickly while Wendy had only eaten about half of her Lima beans. I glared at her as she continued to play with her food.

"Um dear you should at least eat some of the chicken," my mother said as she finished off her food. "I had a big lunch," Wendy replied. "Bitch you ate the smallest salad in the history of salads," I groaned. "It wasn't that small," she muttered. My mother gave her a concerned look as she poked at her food again. I stabbed her chicken violently with my fork and shoved it into her mouth. She muffled something as I forced her mouth shut. "Chew dammit," I demanded. She grabbed a napkin and spit out the contents.

"Cartman what the hell?!" she asked angrily. "You haven't eaten anything all day!" I replied. "I'm on a diet!" she yelled. She then covered her mouth and turned to my mother. "I'm sorry for yelling at the table...I'll leave," she said as she hurried away from the table. I sighed as she grabbed her bag and shut the door behind her. "Does she have an eating disorder?" my mother asked with concern. "Yeah," I sighed as I stood up from the table. "You should ask her out Eric," my mother said as she collected the plates.