Wendy was sitting down, on the computer, searching through articles regarding the Holocaust. Mr. Garrison had paired them up with three other people to do a report about it.

Wendy got two good people- Stan, her boyfriend, and Bebe, her best friend.

And she also got Eric Cartman.

The only good side to that was that he worshipped Hitler; he must know something about it then, right?

The three were suppose to come at 5:30 to do some research; so far it was 5. The doorbell rang. "Mom, can you get that?" she called out. "I'm doin' research!" Her mom didn't respond, and she slapped her forehead.

She had forgotten her mom wasn't even home yet, and neither was her dad. She got up and answered the door, and found Eric Cartman, eating a bag of Cheesy Poofs.

He also had a bag of double stuffed oreos in his other hand.

"Why are you here so early, Eric?" she said, yawning with boredom. "I'm here earlah because I wanted to get here before the othah guys, ho." Wendy let him in, and slammed the door afterwards.

"Okay, so I'm doing some research online..." she was interrupted by Cartman snickering. "What?!" she growled, already annoyed with him. "Doing....research....hahaha." Wendy realized how she said it, and rolled her eyes. "Goddamnit Cartman, you're so immature. Anyway, as I was saying, I think we should first talk about how Germany came into command by Hitler, and then the concentration camps..."

It was now Cartman's turn to roll his eyes, even though there was no reason to. "Now what, fatass?" she said calmly, trying to keep her cool. "Well, it's just you're not even getting to the part of how cool Hitler was."

Wendy's left eye twitched.

"Cool? Are you serious?"

"I'm seriously." Wendy raised an eyebrow at his poor english.

Wendy led herself to the couch, sitting down.

"What are you doin', ho?!" he questioned, joining her. She scooted a bit over away from him.

"How 'bout you do some research? I'm tirrrred." she purred, as Cartman moaned something that sounded like "lazy bitch ho." and waddled off.

Wendy sighed, not even looking at the T.V. About fifteen minutes passed when she heard Cartman printing something out, and then come over to her. She lifted her head.

"Ho, I found some good research. Here." He gave it to her, and she put it on the coffee table. He sat down beside her.

"Have an oreo." he said, and she raised an eyebrow. She grabbed one out of the package, eating it slowly.

She sighed quietly, leaning her head against his shoulder without realizing it.

But for some reason, Wendy didn't want to move it.

She fell asleep against him, and Cartman didn't move her off of him. After watching her slowly breathe, he too, fell asleep.

About another fifteen minutes passed, and Stan and Bebe arrived, not even knocking on the door, as they felt they were welcome to come in.

When they saw Wendy and Cartman, Stan grinned to Bebe. Wendy's head was leaning into Cartman's chest, their breathing slow and timed. "At least I don't have to break up with her..."