It's a cold morning. Wind is blowing, clouds are building up overhead, making it look like rain or snow could come any second. Most of his friends with sense are staying inside, away from the upcoming storm, but Kyle Broflovski inexplicably finds himself walking along farmer Denkins's cow pasture, watching the cows prepare for the big storm. He should probably go home where there's shelter, but he's too lost in his own thoughts right now. He just needs to be alone. He needs time to recover from the shock of the events that took place at school that day. Sure, it will definitely affect everyone that was there at the time, but Kyle knows most of the long term damage will remain with him. He walks along the edge of the pasture's wooden fence all the way until it ends. After that there's nothing but the road winding down hills piled with snow for a quarter mile until the SOUTH PARK sign. Kyle stops walking. He doesn't move forward, away from town, or backward, in the direction of home. He just stands there, gazing at the icy mountains in the distance. As snowflakes begin to fall, he stares up at the sky and remembers the failures he's gone through in order to get the love of his life but still keep all his friends...and his feelings for his super best friend. He looks up into the clouds as snow plummets down and it all unravels before him...

The setup: "Stan, wouldn't it be fun if we fixed Kyle up with Bebe? If Bebe and Kyle were a couple, then we can invite them over to your clubhouse for dinner and play parlor games and have meaningful conversations and sip cognac by the fireplace."

"What the hell have you gotten me into?"

"Don't be chicken, dude."

The dare: "Kiss Bebe on the lips!"

The breakup: "Kyle, can I talk to you?" the moment Bebe walked up to him and those words tumbled out of her mouth, Kyle knew it couldn't be good.

He replied with a simple, quiet, "Okay."

"Kyle, this is very difficult for me. I think we need time apart."

Kyle tried to look apathetic, or at least oblivious. He knew where this was going, "Huh?"

"I'm just feeling really trapped. I can't go on with this codependency," now, that was unexpected. Kyle didn't think he had done anything to reveal his crush on her. Even when it was clear she liked him back, he held the secret in. He couldn't risk losing his friends because he liked this girl. It was more than that, though. He knew Stan had a girlfriend, and he'd been experiencing these feelings for a while, and he didn't believe it at the time, but he also seemed to be developing the same feelings for Stan that he currently had for Bebe. If he let either secrets go, his life would be over. For God's sake, he even pretended to be grossed out by Bebe kissing him in the clubhouse when it was actually kind of nice! Had that all been in vain? Did she somehow still call his bluff and detect his feelings for her?

Kyle couldn't be sure all this was true, so he kept up the act with another casual reply of, "Okay, that's fine."

But Bebe kept up the drama, even muffling Kyle's words with her mitten, "No, no. Don't speak. Just try and understand. It has to be this way." Was this girl determined to break his heart and and make him crack? If she wanted to break up with him, why did she want to know if he liked her so badly?

Kyle was persistent. "But I don't care," came his re buffer, but it was blocked by Bebe's mitten, still on his mouth. It was like she was trying to convince him that he liked her!

As expected, Bebe ignored him, "Please. Just remember the good times we had. I'll never forget you. Never." And then she walked over to Clyde! "Okay, Clyde, we can go now," she said casually, as if nothing had happened between her and Kyle at all, as she passed Clyde by. Boy, she seemed to have forgotten Kyle the instant after she said she never would!

Clyde looked like he had been standing there for a while, waiting for Bebe to get done with her business so they could walk to school together. And that's exactly what they did. "Bitchin',"Clyde simply said and followed Bebe. But their voices now sounded very far away from Kyle even though they were only about five feet away. He watched them go, the world around him a big blur. They had no chance of being together anyway, but as he stood there, alone at the bus stop, Kyle felt like had just made a huge mistake.

And finally, what happened at school that day:

Class had just finished. The school day was over and Kyle was at his locker, preparing for whatever homework they have today when he hears that annoying, squeaky, preppy voice that he always tries to ignore, "Hey Kyle, can I please talk to you?"

"Why?" Kyle slammed the door of his locker and turned to face Bebe. This seemed to have caught the attention of many of the kids in the hall around them who were now all staring at Kyle like he was some sort of psycho, but Kyle didn't care. "It's not like you've been talking to me lately for the past eternity."

Bebe seemed to have noticed that they had suddenly become the center of attention and lowered her voice, "Kyle, please just listen. I just want to apologize."

"Apologize for what?" as Bebe lowered her voice, Kyle began to raised his. "Apologize for breaking up with me? For leaving me for that shit-haired sissy you call cute? Well it's a little too late for that, sweetheart!"

"Kyle, stop! Please!" Bebe pleaded. She seemed pretty close to crying now, her face reddening and her lip quivering. "You're making a scene!"

Kyle did notice that practically everyone in the school had crammed into that one little hall to see what all the drama was about. Stan was there. So were Cartman, Kenny, Butters, Craig, and all their other friends excluding Clyde. (It just goes to show what a horrible taste Bebe had in men.) Kyle didn't give a damn. He could feel the anger rising up inside of him, welling up and about to explode above the surface. The whole world could be watching for all he cared. Maybe then people will see what a cruel, shallow whore Bebe truly was. "Bebe, you left me more than a year ago. Did you just not notice all that painful time that's gone by since then? What about all those months of suffering and loneliness while you were getting free shoes from your clueless boyfriend? How could you possibly make up for all that?" Kyle annotated through gritted teeth.

Bebe was practically bawling by now, eyes red, and tears streaming down her face, "Kyle! I'm sorry p-please just listen to me! I-I'll think of something to make it up to you. I promise."

"Well you better think harder because apologizing after all this time isn't gonna cut it!"

The whole school seemed to go quiet after that and the earth stood perfectly still around that one location. Bebe had stopped her monotonous sobbing and now couldn't even look Kyle in the eyes. Instead, she focused her still-red eyes and wet face on the ground in front off her until after what seemed like a decade, she finally spoke, her voice small, hoarse, and barely audible, "At- first I thought I was done with you and could move on to Clyde. But then I saw you get your heart broken countless time over different people. Ms. Ellen, Rebecca, and then when I saw how Nicole left you for Token, I just, I realized that I was one of many people to let you down. I started it all and I just want you to know how horrible I feel about the whole thing. I'm a terrible person!" And with that, she continued sobbing uncontrollably.

For a split second, Kyle actually felt sorry for Bebe, especially because he's been in this position before, and his good boy side was instinctively telling him to reach out and comfort her. But that all quickly disappeared once he fully processed what she had mentioned before. When he spoke, his voice was hard, "I'm sorry, Bebe, but it's too late for any of that. You had you're chance many times and blew it during every single one of them. Even Nicole dumping me was months ago. Where were you then, huh? Nowhere to be found! If you won't even act like you care about me then I don't care about you. I have real friends that won't abandon me for over a year and then come literally crying back like you're doing right now."

Bebe looked up at Kyle for the first time in ages and appeared to be trying to move her mouth to form words between sobs but was trembling too hard to say anything, "I-" Before she could say anymore Clyde appeared beside her, putting an arm around her and pulling her shaking body closer to his. It's about damn time, Kyle thought.

"Hey," Clyde spoke sternly to Kyle in a pathetic attempt to sound threatening. "You messin' with my girl?"

"Fuck off, Clyde," Kyle said to Clyde's commiserable face. "Go take your stupid, slutty girlfriend to the janitor's closet or something. I have actual important things going on in my life right now." And with that, he turned around and walked off, shoving through the crowd of students as he went, not even bothering to look back at everyone's (including Clyde and Bebe's) shocked faces watching him go. He shouldn't've cared, he knew he shouldn't've, but that didn't help the fact that he still did and it hurt a whole lot. And the fact that Bebe had just dumped him for Clyde! Clyde was his friend. So were Stan and Wendy. And maybe it was the idea that none of those three seemed to give a fuck that his heart was now broken and just seized whatever opportunities were open for them now that he and Bebe were broken up. Maybe it was that girls really were gross and had cooties and all that stuff. He knew it would never work out anyway, he didn't really want it to work out, but that still didn't make it any easier.

The memory slowly fades from Kyle's mind as his thoughts clear out to reveal the same snowy, blank slate that is the Colorado Rockies. The snow storm is getting worse, even starting to form a small blizzard now. Kyle knows he should head back to town for shelter before he freezes to death and his overprotective parents start worrying. He lets his head sag down, sighs, turns away from the outside of town, and starts walking back home where it's warm.