A Date From Hell, Chapter 15

Summary: Cartman and Wendy go on a double date, despite the fact that Wendy is still grieving over the loss of her boyfriend, Stan. Rated T for use of cigarettes, implied drinking and sexual situations.

Pairings: Candy, Style, Benny, Stendy

Hi! Sorry, it's getting hard to update, yadda yadda yadda. Please R& R if you haven't! This chapter is kind of short, kind of building up to the next couple chapters. Enjoy~!

also, I apologized for the OOCness in this chapter. I tried, I tried.

Alvinroxz

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Wendy and Cartman held each others hands as they strided along side the wet emerging tracks from the black lagoon. Their shoes have been ruined quit completely, and in fear of getting "Trench Foot" they have left their shoes and socks behind, letting their bare feet become bruised and scraped by the sharp pavement underneath. They walking in sync, in silence.

Wendy sighed contently, for at once she was at peace. No more fighting, just the sound of Cartman's feet stomping and the distant cracking of the bonfire.

Despite the circumstances, Wendy felt the universe was finally balanced.

The couple looked straight ahead at the bright light eliminating from the end of the tunnel.

They prayed that this would be the way out.

Their hearts started to pound as they drew closer and closer.

"Almost out!" Cartman grinned and squeezed Wendy's hand. " What do you say we go on something safer next, ho?"

Wendy smiled back at him and their shoulders brushed for a split second.

Were they having a moment….?

But their luck ended as soon as they both recognized a burring smell, now only a couple feet away.

And near the entrance of the narrow plaster tunnel was a small fire, radiating of sparks and light.

"Goddamn it!" Cartman growled, and his eyes grew dark as he dropped Wendy's hand to cross his arms.

Wendy groaned and shook her head and Cartman started to mutter to himself.

The two walked past the fire as they continued to follow the roller coaster tracks.

Cartman looked up ahead, squinting his eyes and brushing his damp bangs to the side. He realized that the tracks were steady rising again. He look up and noticed they went flat for a couple meters after what seemed like 120 feet, and then they formed into a small loop de loop, then dipping back down again.

Cartman grumbled and began to climb the tracks.

Wendy followed, scared stiff for what would be her impending doom if she fell off the ride. That was the one thing she didn't like- heights. Unless of course, it was perfectly safe. But..it wasn't. Grudgingly, she decided to suck it up, not really having a choice anyway. She began to shake as she climbed up behind Cartman.

Wendy couldn't resist but look down, which is like, the number one thing you shouldn't do on a scary ride. She couldn't really see in the darkness, but she noticed the small flame near the entrance of the tunnel was getting small and smaller, until it was almost the size of a ant, a dot in her vision. Wendy concluded that they were pretty high up, and she desperately clung to the tracks.

"Are you sure there isn't another way?" she moaned.

"Don't be such a pussy." He snapped.

Wendy sniffled, unable to gather the strength to fight back.

Finally, after what seemed like forever, they reached the flat part of the tracks, and began to crawl uneasily.

Then a long moaning sounded. Cartman whipped his head back and forth wildly, trying to find the location of the sound.

"ughhhhhhhhhhhhhh….." The voice whimpered. Wendy gripped the tracks, scared stiff.

"Who's there!" Cartman demanded.

Wendy edged right behind him, and Cartman laid his back against the rising tracks that formed the loop, and she curled in his lap, shaking.

"GAHHHHH!" The voice cried. Literally cried. Wendy could almost fell the tears of the..thing on her own cheeks.

Wendy continued to bury herself in his chest. "Cartman, do something!"

"I'm not your bitch, bitch!"

"Cartman!" the voice said. "GAH!"

"Who the fuck are you!" Cartman hissed.

"TWEEK! Please..!"

"Tweek!" Cartman and Wendy laughed, relieved.

"Outta mah way, ho." Cartman awkwardly shoved Wendy away from his lap, thanking Mr. Hankey that his blush couldn't be seen.

Wendy's mind raced, trying to come back with some quirky response. But it was too late.

"Where are you Tweek?" Cartman rolled his eyes, annoyed that Tweek survived the ride.

"Under the loop GAH! I CAN FEEL MY BLOOD RUSHING TO MY HEAD!"

Wendy looked up, and she recognized a dark, twitching figure clinging upside-down for his life.

Cartman stood up and climbed over to the outside of the loop.

"Follow me." He instructed Wendy.

"Are you crazy!" She shrieked.

"Trust me." And he held out his hands.

"I don't trust you." She shook her head.

"I promise you won't die okay? Unless I decided to throw you."

"Wow. How nice." Wendy said bitterly.

"C'mon."

Wendy took his hand. "Do I even have a choice?"

Cartman pulled her small body underneath his gigantic own, protecting it from falling as they both began to climb in a semi circle on top of Tweek.

"Now crawl up here!" He demanded of Tweek.

"TOO MUCH PREASURE!" Tweek cried and he began to shake uncontrollably.

"Do we really have to help him?" Cartman rolled his eyes.

"Yes!" Wendy flared.

Cartman mumbled something about coffee and bitchy girls on their rags, and then yanked Tweek's arm and pulled him right side up in front of him, as if he weighed nothing.

"GO!" He shouted. And Tweek, scared out of his wits, scurried down the loop and dropped onto the ride.

Wendy grinned from underneath the fat boy.

They reached the end of the loop safely and slide onto the tracks, grasping them, for they slanted down a little.

Tweek began to praise the gnomes, and he wandered ahead, and Wendy followed. Cartman gripped the loop casually.

Wendy suddenly stopped, then turned around and bounce back towards Cartman, kissing his cheek and then running back ahead.

Cartman froze and rubbed his cheek rhymically in disbelief.

And then he followed, floating on a cloud.

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Kyle Brofslovski sat at home on his green sofa, arms crossed, eyes wet, the clock ticking.

He knew what was going on. But he didn't want to believe it for a second.

He was being ditched. Right this minute, this second, this freaking millisecond- he was being duped. Dumped. Ditched.

And where had Stan gone? Who knows? Who freaking cares?

He ignored the voice inside his head that shrieked, "me!"

Kyle sighed and tapped his watch rhythmically.

Stan was never this late. And Kyle knew he shouldn't be upset, but he was. He was not only his boyfriend, but his best friend. Maybe he got in a car crash or something? Kyle rathered than then the inevitable, and he felt terribly guilty just for thinking such a nasty thing.

Kyle dried his eyes and stumbled into the kitchen, and poured himself some lemonade. Maybe he was grounded! Or his sister beat him up so badly that he had to be hospitalized! Anything but this.

Anything but this.

Kyle brushed his sadness off, trying to forget.

Come on people now, people now!

People now, come on people now!

Got to drive hybrids people now! A younger Stan belched out the lyrics to his own song, dedicated for Kyle. Kyle smiled a little, and sung slowly along with his ringtone.

Come on now, people now, people now!

Hybrids are for people now, people now!

Good for people driving people now!

Get a hybrid, be good people now!

Finally, Kyle picked up his phone, feeling slightly less glum.

"Hello?" He answered.

"Kyle!" Kenny's voice rung through the phone. He sounded stressed, and worried.

"Hey! What's up dude?"

"We have a situation on our hands…" He could hear Kenny making a distressing sigh from the other end.

"What's wrong?"

"Cartman and Wendy… they were on a roller coaster…and it broke down…totally demolished…they could be dead."

"Cartman and Wendy might be dead?" Kyle repeated in astonishment.

"Yea. At the theme park that Cartman used to own."

Kyle put down the phone in shock.

Cartman…the source of all his bullying and practically all drama since he was a little kid…dead? And Wendy, the most annoyingly perfect girl in school, the one who always was a source of competition for him…dead? The two most unlikeable people Kyle has ever known..dead?

Kyle marveled at his fortune, and sheaded a single tear of joy from the corner of his eye.

This was…a gift. No, this was a miracle. From God.

Kyle put the phone back to his ear, trying to put himself back together.

"Kyle?" Kenny called.

"Yes?"

"Why aren't you here yet! It's almost 5:30!"

"Well, I didn't know I was supposed to come.." Kyle sat, still dazed.

"Yea didn't Stan tell you?" That snapped him back into reality.

"….Huh?" Kyle's jaw dropped. His shoulders slumped, and his worst nightmare's came true. Why did this day have to be so damn bittersweet?

"Yea, didn't Stan tell you?" Kenny repeated. "Me and Bebe, You and Stan, Cartman and Wendy…sort of like a triple date thing."

"I didn't get the message." Kyle said bitterly.

"Dude…." Kenny understood.

"I'll be there." Kyle hung up the phone and grinded his teeth angrily. Then he jumped in his non- hybrid car and drove of.

Stan was going to have a lot of explaining to do.