She's so lovely

If anyone ever noticed me and how I stared at her, they never said a word out loud. Someone probably has; how could you not? I watch her constantly, whenever she is in my vicinity... or maybe they don't think anything of it. After all, I'm a girl.

In a small, mountain town like South Park, no one considers the possibility of homosexuals, and if they do it's usually the classic 'faggot'. An ultra-camp, flambouyant man who dresses too well and has a lisp. That being said, I consider myself pretty safe from being forced from my cosy closet. And probably the only lesbian in a 50 mile radius as well. Okay, that's an exaggeration. But still.

I might not be a lesbian. She's the only woman I've ever had eyes for. But I've never been interested in anyone else at all, either. As a kid, I joined in on the 'boy talk', "Ooo look at Kyle's butt" and all that, but I wasn't ever serious. I actually dated a guy for a while, because I was paranoid, and when we broke up I said I used him for his money. Because of that, I got a rather nasty reputation as a 'whore' and 'slut', but I'm as straight laced as most girls around here, really. I get good grades, dress sensibly and don't drink or do drugs, not to mention that I'm a virgin, which is more than most girls my age can say. So what if I'm manipulative by nature, everybody has their flaws. Even her.

God, I cannot even start on her. She's amazing, stunning, gravity-defying! Far from perfect, I couldn't count her flaws on both hands, but I love even those. She's stubborn, hot-headed, jealous, violent. She keeps going back to the same no-good guy, then cheats on him with everyone else, all while she loves someone completely different. But she's also passionate, strong-willed, and fights for what she believes in. She speaks her mind, even if it'll get her in trouble. Some people think it's her bad point, but I admire her for it.

I admire her because I'm sneaky. I plan and hide and lie, while she's the most honest, up-front person I've met in my life. I bet if she had a secret crush on me, she'd shout it out with a megaphone in the cafeteria while holding a singular rose, because that's the type of person she is. And that's why I know she doesn't. Like me back, that is.

I'm okay with it though, because I'm her best friend, and that's all I could ever want in life. Sure, I want to be more, I want to kiss her and hold her and say 'I love you' a million times a day. But I can't, and I will settle for second best in her heart. I still get to be with her, day and night, and I still get to be close to her. I just have to be careful not to overstep the invisible boundary.

I love being her best friend though, don't get me wrong. I wont ever complain about it. She trusts me with her darkest secrets, and relies on me in her hardships. We can play around, go shopping and have sleepovers. And at the end of the day, she comes to me before she goes to Stan. And honestly, that means more to me than anything ever will.

My name is Bebe Stevens, and I'm in love with the most beautiful person in the whole world, so in love, obbsessed, infatuated, that I drown in it.

And no matter what happens, come rain, sunshine or hail, when the acopolypse is knocking and her wedding bells are ringing, I will never, ever, leave Wendy Testaburger's side.