No, this is not an idea that is original to me. I realize that there are several of these stories on , but this is my take on it.

Warning: there will be much slash in this. I'm trying to decide about one pairing, but there will be Bendy, Style, and Kenric.

Obviously, I own nada.

Also, I'm well aware that the girls were not a canon part of this. Dun care. Deal with it. :)

Wendy had never been a morning person, but she usually managed to motivate herself to get up and going in the mornings by going over everything she needed to do. However, as she woke up with a massive headache, she could not find the will to think, much less get out of bed.

Eyes squeezed shut she rolled over and buried her face into her pillow with a whimper.

"Wends?"

She did not move but simply moaned.

"Wendy? Are you all right."

Whimpering she turned to look at the blond and shook her head gently. "Headache."

"Oh." Bebe frowned. "Wait. You're not going to class? Wow, must be bad." Moving to her desk she found some tylenol and handed it to Wendy, "Here, take these. I'll contact people to get you notes."

Grimacing, Wendy sat up enough to swallow the pills. "Thanks."

"No problem." Bebe beamed. "Get some sleep! I'll check in on you at lunch."

Kyle reached over his back, scratching at it for probably the hundredth time that morning.

"Dude? Are you all right?"

The redhead nodded, "Yeah. I just have this itch that won't stop."

Stan smirked as he moved behind the other boy and began to scratch his back for him. "That help."

Rolling his eyes, Kyle shook his head. "It doesn't hurt. But honestly, I'm not sure how much attention I'm going to be able to pay in class. This is rather brutal."

He felt Stan lean in closer to him, "We could skip..."

Kyle turned to glare at his boyfriend, "I forget how much of a horny bastard you are in the morning. We're not skipping class."

"Please?" Stan's hands moved lower, toying with the waistband of Kyle's pants.

"You have an exam next week. You're going to class." Kyle squirmed a bit, "And the itch is higher."

Eric squinted and covered his eyes. "Why is it so bright in here?"

"Bright?"

"Yes, it's like driving into the sun bright." He grumped and moved to the refrigerator, pulling out a soda. "Seriously, how do you not notice this?"

"Because it's not bright." Kenny shrugged, "Drink too much last night?"

"No! I didn't drink last night, Kinneh. I'm not hung over!"

"Whatever." Cartman could hear the laughter in Kenny's voice, and it irked him. "Here." The blond boy was handing him a pair of sunglasses. "See if these help."

Putting them on, the larger boy gave a sigh of relief, "Much better."