New story, I know some of you are wondering when Scapes is going to be updated...I've put that on hold indefinitely. One day I may decide to finish it, but for now, enjoy this one. :-) Remember to R&R

Why Are You So Obsessed With Me?

I stand in front of my house…or what's left of it, and look at the police tape going around it. I pick up a piece of wood off the ground and stare at it. I put that down and pick up a burnt picture frame. This was a family photo my family and I had taken last Christmas. Family…I should say the family I once had. I look up at where the house use to stand. This was my dream house. The house that I worked so hard to buy…gone…burned down to the ground. Let me drop a little history of what happened…

6 months earlier…

"Well, that's the last box!" I groan as I place the last box in the house. It feels like we've been moving all year, in reality, it's only been a week.

"Thank goodness, I thought we'd never finish! I just put Kyra down for a nap." I receive a small peck on the cheek. That's Rebecca, my wife and Kyra is our daughter. Rebecca is the same Rebecca Cotswold I went to elementary school with, the former home school girl. She's not the girl everyone thought she was going to be. Everyone thought she was going to grow up to be a complete slut, but she's the opposite. I'm the only man she's ever been with and she waited until our wedding night. We got married 5 years ago after she finished medical school. She's a pediatrician, but she's been on maternity leave for the last 9 months since little Kyra was born. She's taken this time to work on her MPH online.

As for me, I own an accounting firm. I started the business right after college. It's a small company, I only have seven employees, two of them being Stan and Kenny. I had to start somewhere.

Stan is the mailroom clerk. No one ever would've guessed he would take a job like that, but after he dropped out of college sophomore year, it's been hard for him to find a decent paying job. I've been trying to get him to go back to school, but he refuses. You would think with the way the economy is he would do something to better himself. However, he's pretty much given up on life ever since Wendy dumped him for Cartman. The two of them got married right after college and have two children, twin boys and she's pregnant again. Believe it or not, they're actually happy.

As for Kenny, he's the receptionist. I know what you're thinking, that's a girl's job. But Kenny doesn't mind at all. He's gay, so he likes to think he is a girl. He's gets along very well with the female employees, he pretty much likes to gossip and share fashion tips with them.

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"Thank you for coming Ms. Michaels, we'll be in touch." We both stand up and shake hands and I escort her to the door. I'm in the process of looking for a new executive assistant. I had to fire the last one because she was never on time and she would take extended lunch breaks. I just got through interviewing the 15th person for the position; I'm ready to give it up. None of them seemed right.

I notice that it's 6:30, so I go ahead and shut down my computer. I'm supposed to meet Stan and Kenny for a drink after work. I'm really not in the mood, but I promised I would. They both got off an hour ago, so I'm sure they're good and drunk by now.

"Dude, we thought you changed your mind or something." Stan says to me once I arrive at the bar. "We know how Rebecca has a tight leash on you." He and Kenny laugh.

I chuckle. "Rebecca and I have an understanding."

"Yeah, you understand that if you're not home in the next 30 minutes, Rebecca is going to kick your ass!" He gives Kenny a high five as the two of them laugh.

"Screw you guys!" I look at the bartender. "Miller Lite, please?" Stan and Kenny also order their drinks, both of them slurring…Stan more so than Kenny. "Jesus, how many drinks have you guys had?"

"This is my third." Kenny informs me.

"I stopped counting after the first five." Stan tells me.

"Dude, you need to slow down."

"Don't worry about me, I'm good." He looks over. "Especially now that I've found someone that's caught my eye." He grins.

"What are you talking about?" Kenny asks him.

"I'm talking about that gorgeous blonde over there." He points at a young woman sitting alone at the bar. She has long, curly blonde hair, she kind of on the thin side.

"Why don't you go talk to her?" Kenny tells him.

"Umm…I don't think so, dude."

"Why not? Scared?" Kenny smirks.

Stan chuckles nervously. "Of course not. I…I just wouldn't know what to say to her."

I laugh. Even drunk, that boy has no balls. "Don't be such a pussy Stan! Go over there and say hi and ask if you can buy her a drink!"

"I don't know guys…"

"If you do it, you're next drink is on me." Kenny extends his hand.

Stan thinks for a minute, then he shakes Kenny's hand. "You're on dude." Stan picks up his drink and walks over to the girl as Kenny and I watch. "Hey beautiful, mind if I buy you a drink?" Just as the girl turns around, clumsy Stan spills his drink in her lap. "Oh shit, I'm so sorry!"

"Oh…it's okay…it will wash out." The girl says as she tries to clean herself up.

I try to get a good look at the girl as she looks really familiar. Wait a minute…that's not who I think it is…is it? "Bebe?" I ask. The girl looks up and her eyes light up.

"Oh…my…God! KYLE!" She runs over to me and gives me a big hug.

I look at her. "Wow Bebe...it's been awhile."

"Yeah, 12 years."

"You look great." I tell her.

"You too!" She tells me as she pulls me into another hug. Bebe and I dated for two years in high school. We decided to break up right before college since we were going to be in different states. I stayed here and went to University of Colorado and she went to California to attend San Diego State. Things didn't end on a bad note between us, but for some reason, we just lost touch.

"Sooooo…" I say trying to break the somewhat awkward silence. "What brings you back to South Park?"

"Well I missed being home so I decided to move back to be closer to my family and old friends." She smiles. "I'm staying with Wendy and Cartman for now, but I'm trying to get a job so I can get my own place."

"What a coincidence!" Kenny steps in and puts his arm around me. "Kyle has his own business and he's looking for an executive assistant."

"Really? Oh that's so great, I have a lot of administrative experience." She looks at me with pleading eyes. "Do you think you'd be able to put in a good word for me?"

"Maybe you didn't hear me say that Kyle OWNS the business. He can just give you the job!" What the fuck is Kenny doing? I glare at him.

Bebe smiles at me. "Do you have a business card or anything? I can email you my resume as soon as I get back to Wendy's."

I think about it for a minute…do I really want my ex girlfriend to work so closely with me? "I-I don't have a business card on me."

"That's where I come in!" Kenny pulls out one of my business cards out of his wallet and hands it to her. "I always hold on to them in case of an emergency."

"Thank you! I'm going to head out so I can go ahead and send it. Thanks Kenny." She looks at me and smiles. "Hope to hear from you soon." She smiles once again before leaving.

I glare at Kenny. "Dude! What the fuck?"

"What?" Kenny smiles.

"Why were you pushing her to apply at the firm?"

"Why not? She's hot…let's face it…you guys need some eye candy in the office."

"Did you forget that I'm married?"

"So what? You can look, you just can't touch."

"Okay, did you also forget that she's my ex girlfriend?"

"Back in high school. Dude, that was so 12 years ago. I'm sure Bebe has moved on just like you have."

"I think you should hire her. Maybe I can make a move on her." Stan steps in.

Kenny laughs. "Get over it Stan, she doesn't want you."

"How do you know?"

"Hmm…how about the fact that your drunk ass spilled your drink on her…bad move. Not only that, when Kyle called her name, she completely ignored you."

Stan shrugs. "Whatever dude, she was just excited to see Kyle."

"Yeah she was…and it's like we didn't even matter." He puts his hand on my shoulder. "So what do you say buddy? Are you going to hire her?"

I sigh. "I don't know dude, I would have to look at her resume. Besides, she probably won't even send it anyway." At least that's what I'm hoping anyway. I mean, Bebe and I aren't enemies or anything, I just don't think it would be appropriate for us to work so closely together.

"Please, she said she lives with Cartman and Wendy…I'm sure she's desperate for a job so she can get the hell out of there!" Kenny reminds me, I guess he does have a point.

"Either way, if she sends it, she's going to be treated like any other applicant." Suddenly, I feel my phone vibrate. I take it out of my pocket and see that I have a new text message from Rebecca.

Hey love, when are you coming home? Kyra and I miss you. :-(

I smile as I read that. I respond letting her know that I'm leaving the bar and should be home within the next 15-20 minutes. I hand Kenny a $100 bill. "If the bill comes out to be more than that, you two are on your own."

"Thanks, dude!"

"Yeah, thanks Kyle. See you at the office tomorrow." Stan makes a whip cracking sound. I give him the finger and leave the bar.

As soon as I arrive home, I find Rebecca in the living room on the couch wrapped up in a blanket. "Hey, how was your day?"

I walk over to her and kiss her on the forehead. "Long as usual, and I still have some work to do."

"It's always work, work, work with you." She laughs.

I laugh as well. "I won't be long, I'm going to play with Kyra first."

"She's sleeping."

"As usual." I sigh. I swear I feel like I don't see my daughter at all.

"Come home earlier…or skip your trip to the bar." She smiles.

"You're funny. Thirty minutes, at the most." I head up to my office and the first thing I do is check my email. Sure enough, the first thing that pops up in my inbox is an email from Bebe_. I open it up to see this:

Hey Kyle!

It was so good seeing you today! I attached my resume, please review because I really need a job. It doesn't have to be for the Executive Assistant position, I'll take anything. Thanks!

Bebe

Wow, she really IS desperate. I mean, I guess I could always put her in the mailroom with Stan…he would love that. I click on the attachment to review her resume. She got her Bachelor's in English, certified in business writing for professionals, she was an executive assistant to the dean at San Diego State, administrative assistant to a paralegal, executive assistant at a law firm, executive assistant to the president…I hate to say this, but she's qualified for this job. I guess I can at least interview her. I decide to call her.

"Hello?" She answers.

"Bebe? This is Kyle."

"Oh hi, did you get my email?"

"Yes I did. That's a very impressive resume you have there." I tell her.

"You think so?"

"Yes I do, and I would like to set up an interview with you." I say as professional as possible.

"Okay, great. What day and time?" She asks.

"Can you come into the office Monday at 10am?"

"That's perfect! Thank you so much Kyle!"

"Don't thank me yet. I'll see you tomorrow morning."

"See you then!" We hang up. I let out a huge sigh. I hope I'm not making a terrible mistake…