"Dude, nice." Stan congratulated me and patted my back.

"Stan, shut up."

You know sometimes, I really believe that my 13 year old brother is more mature than we are.

So, here I was; my head down on my bedroom desk, with the two people I trusted most in the world. I had to tell them what had happened; I just wouldn't be able to live like that. Of course at the moment, Ike was doing a better job at consoling me than my best friend was, but that's a different story.

"Dude, I just can't believe you slept with Bebe! That's awesome!"

Ike hit him over the head and gave him a dirty look.

"It's okay bro, now you both can just move on and leave this all behind."

And sometimes, he was just as naive as a 13 year old should be.

"Ike, I love her. I can't just...forget about it." I grunted.

When we had gotten up this morning, we were both naked and the events of the previous night became quite obvious to us. Yes, to some guys I could now be considered as some kind of legend who slept with Bebe Stevens, but to me, I was just a heartless drunken bastard who probably hurt the one girl he ever loved.

I had to admit though, seeing her wrapped in a blanket, naked underneath was just... wow. She even looked beautiful then! I have no idea how she did it but God, if the situation weren't so awkward I don't think I would have been able to repress a smile. I remembered how she had grabbed on to me at the party and I still rejected her like an idiot. For a moment, I had looked at her with hope; hope that she would understand and then I was about to lean in to kiss her but I rapidly kicked myself for even thinking that.

Then I just wanted to die when I saw her face droop in pain again, for the millionth time

It felt like ages, but it was just a few hours ago when we snuck out of the Black household without being noticed. We hadn't said a word to each other during or after the silent escape.

I couldn't believe this. I was so annoyed with myself: first of all, for actually hurting her earlier that same evening and then for sleeping with her. I never would have meant it to be that way. I wanted it to be romantic; I wanted to court her and get to know her better. Not crush her and then have drunk sex. My mind was completely lost when I was knocking on that door, pleading her to let me in.

"Listen Ky-," Stan's phone's buzzing cut him off. "It's Wendy." He said and started to read the text. "She knows too." He explained.

From the corner of my eye, I saw my brother roll his eyes at Stan. "Well obviously she knows, aren't they best friends?"

It was a matter of time before my friend got another text from his girlfriend.

"She says that Bebe is a little disappointed in herself, so that you should be very nice to her." He read.

"Well duh Stan, I even think we're sort of...official." I risked using those words.

"I hope so. It's not very romantic to have a one night stand with the 'girl you truly love'." Ike teased me in his usual annoyed sarcastic tone.

This time it was Stan's turn to smack the Canadian boy over the head.

God, I so did not need this right now.

"Hello, my little man sluts!"

My bedroom door burst open and in came Kenny, still wearing his work uniform.

God, I definitely did not need that either.

"Hey Kenny." We all greeted grimly in unison.

"You know," he said and put his arms around me and Stan. "Usually, when a guy gets laid, he is less stressed. So what the fuck is up with you guys?"

"I didn't get any." Stan said and released himself from the blonde's grip. "It was all Kyle."

Kenny suddenly let go of me too and looked at our friend with a puzzled expression.

"Then why was Wendy buying three pregnancy tests?" He asked.

"What!" Stan yelled. "What if she's cheating on me?" He grabbed onto Ike's shoulders and shook my brother who slapped him out of it.

"Chill douche bag, they were probably for Bebe...and Kenny how do you know this?"

Ike stared up at Kenny and I could tell that the kid was a little afraid of the answer.

"I WORK there." He rolled his eyes at my brother but then quickly pulled him into a tight hug. "So Kylie how was it?" He asked and ruined a cute moment.

"Amaz-um, it..." Was there a right answer here? "It was fucking sexy." I finished by saying.

"Dude! Of course it was! I mean, a sexy redhead Jewish nerd banging a hot blonde babe. I'd totally jack off to that!"

"Kenny, ew." Stan's voice finally sounded.

My brother slowly pulled away from Kenny. "I don't think you should touch me anymore." He added to the poor teen

Kenny giggled wildly and then , with a predatory stare, started to prance after my brother in my already small bedroom.

"C'mon Iky, come to daddy!" He purred seductively.

"Hey, stay away you pervert!" Ike tried to run away but Kenny ended up catching him and sitting down on my bed with my brother in his lap. The blonde had always considered Ike as his brother too. He loved the Canadian more than he loved his parents and I also appreciated the fact of how well he sometimes took care of him, despite all the sexual innuendo.

"So am I an uncle now?" Ike asked. I could tell that he had barely any idea of what was going on. Obviously, he had misunderstood.

Stan chuckled and stuck his tongue out childishly.

"Yeah, at least you're not a father." I groaned and bumped my head gently against the wall a few times. Maybe, if I did it long enough, I would wake up from this nightmare and forget about everything.

"Don't listen to your brother Ike, he's an idiot. What a pregnancy test does is tell the girl IF she's pregnant or not." Kenny explained.

"Ooooohhh, so it's that stick thing you're supposed to pee on?"

"Yes, exactly. That way, if it's positive, it means she's carrying a child. "

Ike nodded, followed by a moment of silence, which I knew Stanley would end with a stupid comment or something.

"Dude, you shouldn't have drunk all that vodka."

And there it was.

"You think?" I growled sarcastically.

I really hated Cartman for daring me to either drink the alcohol or kiss Bebe. But that hate is nothing compared to amount I felt for myself. I mean, sure Eric's the asshole who did the dare but I'm the dick who chose the wrong one. When I was chugging down the bottle of burning liquid, I saw her run off from the corner of my eye and suddenly my heart burnt more than my throat did and I knew I needed to go after her.

"On the bright side, you did have sex with her." Ike pointed out and made me feel even more uncomfortable than I already was.

But he was right.

I DID have sex.

With Bebe.

Sweet.

Adorable.

Loving and Kind.

Bebe.

I just wished I remembered how it went. Was it good? Was I any good? Did she enjoy it? It had all just slipped away with the hangover; absolutely nothing came to mind.

I remembered pulling our lips together in a passionate, long overdue kiss. I remember our tongues dancing together in each other's mouths. I remembered her cold hand sliding under my shirt and slender fingers exploring the outline of my abdominal muscles.

It had felt amazing but after that, it was all just a big black blur of nothing.

"Well Kyle, let me do you a favour." Stan forced me away from with reminiscing.

He flipped open his phone and started to text with extreme speed.

"Stan...? What are you doing?" I asked.

"Asking Wendy some stuff."

I flew off my chair and looked over Stan's brood shoulders, trying to look at the writing, but failed to see.

"Stan, what the hell are you writing?"

He sent the text without me even getting a glimpse of it and slid the device back into the back pocket of his jeans.

"Let's just say we will soon be finding out about Bebe's opinion." Stan said with a cocky grin that looked way to devious.

"Opinion on what?' Ike asked.

The noirette opened his mouth to answer but the loud ring of his phone cut him off.

He opened it and read the text; a smile slowly appearing of his lips.

"Well apparently Kyle's got some sexy skills!" He teased.

"OoooOOOooo." Kenny laughed. "Kyle with the moves!"

I rolled my eyes and resumed slamming my head against the wall.

"I don't get it." My brother spoke to my dismay.

"Your brother is a beast in bed and made Bebe scream and shout out his name." Stan explained in all seriousness but then lost character by the look on Ike's face.

"What?"

"Don't worry Ike. Bebe just thinks your brother is good in bed. That's all."

"Jesus Christ..."

"Guys, stop scarring my brother... and did she seriously say that?"

Hey, I may not be happy with all of this but that didn't stop me from being curious.

"Well, she said you were amazing and that she hoped this was going somewhere. I left the last part out to but emphasis on the SEX!" Stan exclaimed and scattered his arms around him.

"All right retard," My brother started, "Now ask her if I'm getting a nephew." He said.

Stan ignored being called a retard and started texting. Halfway through his sentence, Kenny slapped the phone out if his hands.

"Don't ask her that! Bebe is probably already freaked out!" Kenny reproached.

"Thanks Ken." I grumbled.

"But what if she's really pregnant?"

Ike was so cute when he was worried; especially when he was worried about me, even though that made me feel weird. Older brothers were supposed to worry about their siblings, not the other way around. But, I did appreciate it.

"I doubt she's pregnant." Kenny said. "I'm sure your brother used protection."

"Nope." I said.

"Oh, well then Bebe must be on the pill which means-"

"Nope."

"Diaphragm?"

"Nah-ah."

"Did you wrap your fucking dick in saran wrap?" Kenny sounded angry.

"Look, being pissed off isn't going to help."

"Dude! I'm the whore here and I always have drunk sex! Do I look like a father to you?" Kenny yelled even louder and threw his hands in the airs.

"Don't be so hard on him, man. It was his first time."

"Having sex?" Ike asked.

"No dude, drinking." Stan explained as if it was totally natural.

I didn't blame my brother. One might assume that a normal person would consume alcohol for the first time before losing their virginity.

But of course, not me.

"Okay, okay. Can let's just calm down." Ike said. "She's probably not pregnant so can we please just not freak out."

"Ike, they had sex as if they WANTED a child together! Odds are, your mom and dad are going to be 40 year old grandparents!" Kenny said.

I had no idea why he was so angry with me. It was bound to happen to someone eventually, I was just THAT unlucky.

"Unless she gets rid of it..." Stan in a way proposed.

We all stared down at the floor for a while.

"Guys, this is ridiculous. We don't even KNOW if she's knocked up or not. We may just be freaking out for no reason. Sooner or later, we will find out the truth, but for now, we really shouldn't-"

"I wouldn't let her." I didn't want to cut my brother off. It's just that what Stan said was still lingering in my brain.

"What?"

"I wouldn't let her get rid of it." I repeated for precisely.

Everyone stared at me dumbfounded.

"You're probably right Ike, were not even sure if she's pregnant; but if she is, that baby's mine as much as it is hers and I won't let her kill it." I added.

"Dude, that's not fair though. I mean she's the one going through all the pain, not you." Stan said.

I put that into consideration as well; it really wasn't fair to her. Maybe, I should really let her make the decision.

But again, here I was, worrying about a problem that wasn't even created yet.

We all decided to forget about this for a while and went down to play videogames.

We were all having a good time and Stan lost to Ike over 5 times already.

"Dude you so cheated!" He said.

"How could I cheat at a videogame!"

"I don't know, I mean you Canadians are all-"

"Stop belittling my people douche bag!" Ike yelled.

"Stop quoting your own brother, shorty!" Stan yelled back.

It was hilarious and Kenny agreed. We laughed at them bicker for a while longer until Stan's phone went off.

He flipped open and as he read the text, his face dropped and the color in his face disappeared.

Without another word, he handed me the phone so I could read it too.

It was from Wendy.

'Congrats Kyle ): '