this is part one of an idea i had just the other day, i hope you enjoy it :) and i forgot to mention, they're in seventh grade in this chapter!

"How's that Cartman boy going?"

That question completely caught Wendy off guard. She looked over at her mother with an appalled expression before saying, "Mum! What do you mean 'how's that Cartman boy going?' the last time I spoke to him I practically put him in hospital!"

Mrs Testaburger chuckled at her daughter's response. While keeping her eyes on the road, she continued, "I just happened to run into Mrs Cartman at the grocery store a few days ago. She was asking about you as well - she also mentioned that Eric speaks of you quite a lot," her mother said, and Wendy noticed she had a small smile on her face while she spoke.

Wendy was speechless. Why on earth would Eric Cartman be talking about his arch-rival (one of them, at least) to his mother?

"What else did Mrs Cartman have to say?" Wendy inquired, trying not to sound the least bit interested. This was Cartman they were talking about, after all.

At the red light, Mrs Testaburger glanced at her daughter with a knowing look on her face. "Well, she mentioned something about you two having a play-date."

"Mum, you didn't - " Wendy started to say.

" - And I agreed that it would be good for you both to spend some more time together, so Mrs Cartman invited us both over on Saturday for afternoon tea."

"But mum, I can't! I promised Bebe I'd - " Wendy quickly mustered up an excuse, but unfortunately, her mother wasn't having any of it.

"No buts, Wendy. We're going over and that's final." Mrs Testaburger replied curtly as they pulled into the driveway of their home.

Wendy slumped.

As if her weekend couldn't get any worse.

The following night, Wendy found herself sprawled on her stomach on Bebe's bedroom floor, finishing the last of their homework for the week. She was haphazardly flicking through the pages of her math textbook, humming to herself quietly as Bebe typed away on her computer, trying to finish an overdue English essay.

"Come on, Wen... I personally think you're being overly dramatic about this whole situation, as per usual." Bebe said, not taking her eyes off the word document in front of her. She leant back in her office chair, and flicked some of her blonde curls over her shoulder.

Wendy's mini daydream was interrupted and she stopped flicking. "I am not being overly dramatic! This is Cartman we're talking about - the one who I put in hospital when he was being a total dick about breast cancer awareness. And I'm the one who's gonna have to put up with him tomorrow afternoon, whether I like it or not."

Bebe spun around and gave Wendy a certain look, before bursting out laughing.
Wendy had no idea what could possibly be so funny. "What are you laughing at?"

Bebe calmed down a few moments later, "Sorry, it's just that you're the one who claims to be dreading this so called play-date, but you keep going on about it and Cartman all the damn time. Jesus Christ woman, either you love him or you hate him, just make up your bloody mind!" and with that, she turned her attention back to the computer screen and continued to type away like it was nothing.

Wendy was absolutely gobsmacked. Before she could even say anything, a voice called for her from outside Bebe's bedroom, "Wendy! Your mother called and said she wants you home for dinner in 20 minutes!"

Wendy took this opportunity to leave as quickly as she could, she gathered her things and rushed out of her best friend's bedroom and hurried down the stairs. "Thanks Mrs Stevens! See you later!"

She needed to get home - her mind was reeling.

The dreaded 'd-day' finally arrived, and Wendy found herself standing in the middle of her bedroom, looking at her reflection in her full-length mirror. This was crazy. Why was she so concerned about what she wore, when it was only Cartman she was seeing? Why was she so nervous the whole morning, that her mother was worried she'd come down with something because her hands couldn't stop shaking when she ate her breakfast?

Wendy let out a frustrated groan and flopped down on her bed. This was impossible. She had no idea why she felt so queasy.

"Wendy! Are you ready yet? We're leaving in 10!" her mother yelled from outside her bedroom door.

Wendy quickly sat up. "Uh yeah, just getting dressed!"

She looked between the two choices of outfits she'd laid out, and decided to go with a black plaid skirt and tights with her winter boots, and a pink fur coat with her usual hat, which she had worn since 3rd grade.

Wendy quickly hurried downstairs to join her mother at the front door. Her mum smiled upon seeing her. "Why, don't you look nice?" Wendy took notice of the twinkle in her mother's eyes as she complimented her daughter's choice of clothing.

Wendy grumbled in response.
"Yeah, yeah. Let's just get this over with."

Fifteen minutes later, the two Testaburger women found themselves standing on the front porch of the Cartman residence.

After the second ring, Mrs Cartman answered the door. She smiled brilliantly as she saw Wendy and Mrs Testaburger. "Welcome, so glad you two could make it! I was just in the kitchen baking some double chocolate chip cookies - they're Eric's favourite," she added, still smiling. She stepped aside to let them in, "Please, do come in."

"Thank you so much, Liane," Mrs Testaburger said politely.

Wendy stepped forward. "Hello, Mrs Cartman. It was awfully nice of you to invite us over today." She said through a pained smile, though the beaming Liane Cartman was completely oblivious.

"Oh you're too sweet! My little Eric is upstairs in his room if you'd like to go and say hi," she informed Wendy with that same knowing look as her mother. "First door on the right."

"Thank you," Wendy said once again, and started to walk up the short flight of stairs to the second floor. She glanced over her shoulder briefly to see her mother and Liane whispering and giggling profusely like little school girls.

Wendy sighed heavily.
This was going to be a long day.

She found the resident Fatass sitting at his computer, playing some sort of video game with a headset on.

Wendy smirked as she snuck up behind him, getting as close as she could, before yelling, "OI, FATASS!"

Cartman jumped in his seat, smashing his fists on the keyboard causing him to lose the game he was playing. With a look of fury, he turned around to find Wendy almost inches from his face, smirking victoriously with her hands on her hips.

"Aye, bitch! I'm not fat, I'm big boned!" Cartman retorted angrily, glaring at the raven haired girl standing before him. "What're you doing here, anyway?"

Wendy just gave him a look. "Your mother invited me and my mum over today, in case you didn't get the memo."

"Aw, man! I don't need any hippie democrats ruining this fine republican establishment." Cartman smiled as he saw the look on Wendy's face that he was very familiar with.

"Oh fuck off, Cartman. I'm not putting up with your bullshit today, especially since I was forced to come here beyond my will."

Cartman hopped down from his chair. "You think I want you here any more than you do? This was my bitch mum's idea."

"Eric! Don't talk about your mother like that!" Wendy chastised him.

Cartman raised an eyebrow at her.

"What?"

"You do realise you just called me Eric."

"Oh, I guess I did." Wendy fell silent for a moment. She examined Eric's - Cartman's bedroom. There were several posters of Hitler stuck up on his walls, a swastika directly above his bed, and lots of pro-white supremacist rally posters as well. Everything that made Wendy's blood boil was there.

Cartman saw her narrowed eyes as she looked at all the posters and grinned. "Like them? I put them up especially for you."

Taking two quick steps, she easily covered the distance between her and Cartman. She glared heavily at him, her hands balled into fists at her side.

They both stood there, staring at each other for a few moments - Wendy's eyes filled with hatred.

"Oh, I'm not interrupting anything, am I?" Mrs Cartman appeared in her son's bedroom doorway.

As quick as a flash, Wendy turned to her with a smile on her face. "Oh no, not at all, Mrs Cartman... Car-I mean Eric and I were just talking." She threw an arm around Eric's shoulders to make it look like they were getting along.

Mrs Cartman smiled, "Oh, how sweet. I just came up to see if you two wanted any cookies, they're fresh out of the oven. Double chocolate chip, just for you."

"Sweeeet." Cartman drawled, and waddled after his mother as he followed her downstairs. He stopped in the doorway, and turned to face Wendy. "You coming?"

Wendy sighed. "I suppose."

She walked right past Cartman, who, oddly enough, let her walk out first. As surprising as this gesture from someone like Eric was, she was still caught off guard when they reached the landing of the stairs.

Just as they were about to walk down, he leaned over behind her, and whispered, "You better watch your back today, ho."

and I am back, at last. I do apologise for the wait, but unfortunately my uni work got in the way..anyways, i hope you liked this chapter, the second part will be out within due time :) as always, thanks for reading!