It was Sunday morning, and 15 year old Bebe Stevens sat on the toilet seat for 15 minutes, sobbing relentlessly, mascara smudged over her eyes. She heard a knock at the door. She glanced up quickly.

"Hello? Bebe? It's me, Wendy. What's wrong?" Wendy spoke with concern.

"Everything's fine, just go away…" Bebe whined.

"Bebe, I'm pretty sure in girl language, 'everything's fine' is a total lie." Wendy chuckled at her own remark.

"Ok, fine…" Bebe reached over to unlock the door, and then brought her knees to her chest as Wendy walked in.

"Talk to me…" Wendy looked in Bebe's eyes.

Bebe blinked twice, trying to keep her eyes from tearing up. "Remember Kenny's party?"

Wendy slightly nodded her head.

"Well, I kinda lost my virginity there…" Bebe paused. "To Kyle."

Wendy's jaw dropped to the floor. "No way…" Wendy barley whispered. She wanted to ask so many questions. "Was it a one-time thing?"

"Well, I hope not. It's complicated. I really like Kyle; he makes me feel like myself when I'm around him. He's just really respectful and not an asshole like some other people I've dated." Bebe referenced that remark to Clyde.

"But Wendy, that's not the point." Bebe sighed.

"What is it then?" Wendy asked.

"Wendy, I-I'm pregnant."

"No. Are you for sure?"

"Yes! I bought 5 tests, and 4 of them came back positive!" Bebe's tears returned. "I just don't know what Kyle will think. Besides, I'm not even ready!"

"It's probably best to tell him. It actually might prove his loyalty to you." Wendy suggested.

"But what if he flips out and goes crazy, what would happen then Wendy?!" Bebe wiped her eyes.

"Then you know what kind of person he is, Bebe." Wendy actually couldn't come up with an explanation right on the spot.

"Please Wendy, please, help me through this." Bebe pleaded, tears streaming down her cheeks. "You always know what to do. "

"Bebe, why wouldn't I be there for you?" Wendy's lip quivered as she hugged Bebe tight.

Stan sat in Kyle's basement, trying out a new video game Stan had gotten.

"Dude, I should've won!" Kyle complained.

Stan chuckled and got up to grab a soda.

"Oh, I forgot to ask, how was Kenny's party?" Stan asked Kyle. "I kinda blacked out…" Stan laughed.

"Well, let's just say, I'm not a virgin anymore…" Kyle said nervously.

"Holy shit dude. Really?" Stan was surprised. "I thought I would lose it first. Who'd you lose it to?"

"Bebe." Kyle said proudly.

"Bebe. BEBE!" Stan repeated. "Dude, she's the most popular girl in school!"

"I KNOW!" Kyle agreed. "She's a nice girl. I think I'm going to ask her out."

"You should. Then we could double date with me and Wendy and you and Bebe."

"Well, how was the…sex?" Stan asked curiously.

"It was amazing." Kyle tilted his head back.

"What did it feel like?" Stan asked.

"Ok, imagine how you think it might feel, but 10 times better."

"Damn." Was all that Stan could say.

"I wonder what Wendy would think about sex." Stan wondered.

"Nah," Kyle shook his head. "Wendy's really feminist, she wouldn't go there. Well, not yet."

Stan sighed. "Ok, I-know-everything-about-Wendy."

"Just sayin'." Kyle rolled his hazel eyes.

It was Monday, and Wendy and Bebe had gotten a ride to school together.

"Ok, Bebe, you're going to tell him at lunch."

"Please come with me!" Bebe put her hands together.

"Sorry, Bebe, you're on your own this time." Wendy said coldly. She felt bad how her tone was. "Oops. I didn't mean to say it in a mean way…"

"No. You're right…" Bebe sighed. "I just get really tongue-tied when talking to boys. I need to learn to talk for myself. For God's sake, I'm going to be a mother!" Bebe threw her arms up.

"Are you sure?"

"Positive…" Bebe nodded.