A/N: Well. I got a lot of requests for Kyle/Wendy, and here it is. I hope you all like it. IMO, it's a little... I dunno... rushed? confusing? But that's up to you to decide.

I think I got them pretty IC (yay!). Thanks so much to everyone who's reviewed since last time! Next up is Cartman/Kenny. I might put it up today, actually... oh, and I'm adding Wendy/Gregory to the mix, so that'll be interesting. Requests are, of course, still welcome, because this is, after all, an experiment...

comments/concerns/questions/complaints/compliments/cookies? The review button is sitting right there...

disclaimer: nopes, I don't own it.

VOLUNTEER

It wasn't Kyle's fault he and Wendy had been the only kids who showed up for the AIDS walk on Saturday.

Kyle had gone because, as a former victim of HIV, he sympathized with those who had the disease. Wendy had gone because… he wasn't really sure why Wendy had gone. Of course, Cartman had an explanation – Wendy was a hippie who had nothing better to do than volunteer.

His friends had been less than pleased when he told them he'd be volunteering with Wendy. Kenny had yawned, claiming Heidi was much hotter than Wendy anyway, Cartman had, of course, accused him of being a hippie, and Stan had sulked, as he always did when Kyle got within twenty feet of his ex-girlfriend.

They had both been working at the sign-in table, handing out AIDS Awareness pins. Well, Wendy had been handing out AIDS Awareness pins. The fact that Stan kept texting Kyle made it hard for him to fully contribute.

"Kyle, can you take some of these?"

"Oka- hang on," Kyle muttered, taking the pins with one hand and flipping open his phone with the other. Is she wearing lip gloss? wendy only wears lip gloss when shes with a guy she likes. Kyle sighed. Was Wendy wearing lip gloss? Her lips were shiny, but maybe they were always like that. Kyle never really bothered to look.

"Kyle, is there a problem?"

"Wha- no! No problem, everything's fine," he promised, handing a pin to an old man. "Thanks for supporting AIDS Awareness."

"Okay," shrugged Wendy as Kyle's phone buzzed again. "Just seems like something's bothering you." Kyle ignored the text (and Wendy) and sorted the pins into piles.

"Excuse me?"

"What? Oh, sorry, here you go," Wendy said, counting out five pins for a middle-aged woman and her kids. "Kyle, you sure you're okay?" He nodded. "Um, okay, then."

Silence.

"I think it's really cool that you're volunteering and all."

More silence.

"I never get to talk to y- "

"Wendy, are you wearing lip gloss?" Kyle looked her straight in the eye.

"Huh?" In her surprise, she nearly poked herself with a pin. "Um. Yes I am. Why?"

"Never mind." He shoved a handful of pins at the next person in line as Wendy touched her lips.

Bzzzt. Grateful this time for the distraction, Kyle flipped the phone open. Fine! ignore me! u can have wendy, i dont like her anymore. but were not friends anymore!

"Kyle?"

"Oh, sorry… Stan texted me…" He flipped the phone shut. Personally, he thought Stan was blowing the whole thing way out of proportion. Kyle didn't like Wendy, and Wendy didn't like Kyle…

But then why were her lips so shiny? Why was she wearing an orange t-shirt and green cargo pants – the same colors as Kyle's outfit? And why…

He looked at the table in front of Wendy, where she'd laid out her AIDS Awareness pins in a design. A W… and a K… and a heart.

Girls were so confusing.