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Chapter 1: When Did Bebe Get So Hot?

It all happened at that time when he agreed to go to the mall with his best friend, his best friend's girlfriend, and his best friend's girlfriend's best friend. Kyle Broflovski was on the computer researching information for his history essay, the topic being about the Vietnam War. While jotting down a couple of notes, he heard a honk outside his house. He dashed to his living room and went to the window. Out the window, he saw a small, feminine-looking car. He saw someone roll down the window; it was Stan Marsh, waving over to him. He smiled and waved back.

"Hey mom!" Kyle shouted. "I'm going to the mall with my friends!"

"Okay bubby!" his mother, Sheila replied. "Just make sure to wear a coat when you're going out!"

Kyle grabbed the big orange coat that hanged on one of the hooks nearby the door. He also grabbed his green winter hat, the one with the floppy ears on each side. He placed it on his head, trying to force his curly red hair to go inside. "See ya, mom!" he called out once more, opened the door, and ran outside to the purple car.

He opened the back door to the car and went inside. The inside of the car was stale gray. The seats in front of them were adorned by fluffy decorations. Everything smelled like candy caramel. The radio was set on a Taylor Swift song. Figures, Kyle thought. He was getting sick of hearing Taylor all over the radio. This was like the typical girl's car.

Bebe Stevens sat nearby, greeting him with a small smile on her face.

"Hey," he muttered to her, while nodding his head to her direction.

"Hey," she muttered back.

Kyle placed a hand on Stan's shoulder. "Hey dude."

"What's up?" Stan replied.

"Wendy."

"Kyle." Wendy Testaburger turned and flashed a wide grin at him. "Buckle up." He did what he was told. She began to drive off to their destination. No one really said started up a conversation, except a few small talk here and there. After it was only Taylor Swift they were hearing, Wendy decided to break off the silence completely. "So, where do you guys wanna go first?"

"Gamestop!" Stan retorted. "We're going there first."

Wendy gave him a look of disapproval. "Umm, I don't think so."

"Oh come on Wendy," Stan pleaded, "Tekken 6 is out and I really want to buy it! There's probably a few left on stock since the holidays are coming."

"People still play Tekken?" Kyle asked.

"What kind of question is that? OF COURSE people still play Tekken! That's why they're coming out with a 6th one, but there are greedy little bitches who will do anything to be the first ones to get it!"

"Like you?" Wendy asked teasingly.

"Yeah like me," Stan replied without hesitation. He paused for a moment. "Wait, no, not like me."

"Look, if it's such a big deal for you," she continued, "maybe you should wait until your parents get it for you. Since the holidays ARE coming soon and what-not."

Stan groaned in irritation. "But they're probably not gonna have any left for the holidays!"

"There are always other stores, Stan."

He sighed in defeat. "Well since you don't wanna go to Gamestop, where do you wanna head first?"

"Abercrombie!" Wendy howled in excitement.

"Hell no. We ARE NOT going to that stupid ass store with those stupid ass people and those stupid ass posters of those stupid ass looking gay guys in there."

Wendy rolled her eyes in frustration. "It's not stupid. And besides, I got you a sweater from there when it was your birthday!"

"Yeah, and I love it very much, thanks a lot honey," Stan said quickly.

Wendy raised an eyebrow. "I never even seen you wear it."

"Weeeeeeeellllll," Stan turned to the window and began reminiscing about the things he had done to the Abercrombie sweater. The next day right after Wendy gave it to him, he invited Cartman, Kyle, and Kenny over. They were at his backyard, planning to burn the sweater until there was nothing left of it. First, they placed it on a bunch of sticks they found from the area. They poured gasoline all over it. Stan had a match he found in the coat pockets of his father and began lighting the sweater on fire. Quickly, it was engulfed in flames, beautiful, dancing, mesmerizing flames that made all four of them laugh maniacally. They even proceeded to roast a few marshmallows on the fire as well (Cartman's idea). It was a memorable bonfire.

"You know, I've learned something today," Stan announced to his friends, "And it's that stupid trademark labels like Abercrombie CAN be used to make really good bonfires."

"I spilled coffee all over it," Stan lied, his mind returning to the present.

Kyle snorted at this, knowing it was a lie, which earned him a quick glare from Stan.

"Yeah, sure," Wendy said sarcastically. "Since when do you drink coffee? I've never seen you drink it before."

"I've been drinking coffee since blah, blah, blah..." That's all what Kyle and Bebe heard right after they began to tune them out, due to the fact they were getting sick of their bickering. They glanced at each other and acknowledged one another's shared pain.

"Okay, okay, we're not going to Abercrombie then!" Wendy declared, to Stan's victory. "Bebe, where do you wanna go?"

Bebe shouted, "Hot Topic!"

"WHAT!?" Kyle shouted as well.

"NO. WAY." Stan also shouted.

Wendy glanced over at Stan. "There's no pleasing you people!"

"But why Hot Topic?" Stan questioned in utter disbelief.

"Yeah, WHY Hot Topic?" Kyle also questioned in the same tone. "Hot Topic is for goth, punk, or emo posers who are too lazy to find a low-key store that actually fits their dumb stereotype, so they have to settle for something corporal and commercialized. It doesn't always have to be for posers, it can just be people who have general bad taste and try to look dark and awesome at the same time while failing in both miserably."

"Yeah," Stan agreed. "And not to mention, they have a Twilight section now. They've really sold out more than the wannabes who shop there."

Bebe felt insulted after the Hot Topic rant Kyle gave to them. "I'm not a poser," she defended herself while crossing her arms displeasingly, "and I'm not a wannabe sell-out either."

"No one said you were," Kyle argued.

"But you implied it," Bebe argued back. "And I never even insulted you in any way, Kyle Broflovski."

Kyle was taken aback by this. What about Stan!? He said stuff about it too. Why am I the only one getting yelled at for this?

"I'm starting to think you guys get your clothes from the Salvation Army," Wendy joked and laughed at her own remark. "And what's so bad about Twilight? I love Twilight."

"Ugh, we know Wendy," Stan muttered irritatingly. "I don't even know why you like it. It's probably because the main guy sparkles like the jewelry you wear."

"Nu-ugh, it's because he's sexy as hell," Wendy replied.

"Ew, the guy who plays him in the movie isn't really all that good looking," Bebe said. "And Edward Cullen is an over-controlling boyfriend. The main girl is such an idiot. I don't get why you're into that stuff, Wendy." Kyle was surprised when he heard this coming from Bebe. He always thought she was the kind of girl who would shove Twilight in people's faces if they never read it or just disliked the novel in general.

"He's not over-controlling!" Wendy exclaimed. "But I agree, Bella's an idiot."

"You dressed up as her for Halloween!" Stan reminded her.

"So? You dressed up as Edward!" Wendy said to him.

"I didn't do it because I wanted to though," he admitted, "I did it for you."

Wendy immediately changed her expression. "Really?" she asked all sweetly and non-argumentative.

"Yes, really," Stan answered with the same hershey-kisses tone. "It's because I love you."

"Awwwwww, Stan." Their heads leaned towards each other, and they began to smooch. Bebe watched in fasincation. Kyle tried to ignore the teenage display of affection, and much preferred it if Stan used to vomit like he did when they were nine.

Bebe sighed dreamingly. "Don't they make such a perfect couple?" she asked romantically.

"More like sickening and absolutely gut-wrenching," Kyle replied while holding onto his throat. This earned a giggle from Bebe. Kyle felt content when he heard her laugh. He placed his hands over his mouth and made a sound like a walkie-talkie.

"Attention horny teenagers," he announced to them, "keep your eyes on the road at all times. That is all."

Wendy and Stan broke apart from this. Bebe was laughing uncontrollably now. They, however, didn't find it in the least bit amusing.

"Was that necessary?" Wendy asked rhetorically.

"Yeah dude, what's your problem?" Stan added.

"My problem is that I don't wanna get into a car accident. So in other words, it WAS necessary for me to ruin that. Sorry, my safety comes first then your little moments with each other."

Stan shrugged. "Well, that is true."

"See? And that's why you're awesome, Stan Marsh."

"Gay," Wendy commented.

"How is that gay? If one guy compliments another guy, you people always think it has something to do with us wanting to blow each other. We're just best friends, like you and Bebe."

Kyle turned to Bebe. Her attention was focused on something entirely else--- probably reminiscing about some other time at some other place. It was at that moment, he realized there was something completely different about her. She still looked like her regular self though. She still had her blue eyes. She still had on pink lip gloss. She still had her red coat on. She still had jeans on. She still had black boots on. She still had long blond hair. But what, oh what, had changed about her?

He looked really closely and noticed her hair was completely straightened. It wasn't its usual curliness. It was stick and hay-like, and it looked totally off on her. It was destroying her unique beauty....

.... And then it started to hit him, like a ton of bricks. She was one of the prettiest girls he's ever seen. He never realized it until he began actually focusing on her. He never showed any interest in her, except, for that one-time she was developing breasts in the fourth grade. Oh, how they've developed really nicely too. Now, she has slightly larger breasts for a girl her size, but they didn't really overthrow her body proportion. Everything looked right for her. Just perfect.

Except for that boring-looking hair he's seen everyday on just about every girl. It didn't fit Bebe right, like her natural curls did.

"Since when do you straighten your hair?" he asked. Bebe diverted her attention to him.

"I've been straightening it for awhile," she replied. "Look who doesn't pay attention." A teasing smirk appeared on her flawless face. It drove Kyle a bit over the edge.

"She looks really gorgeous," Wendy complimented on it. Of course you think it looks "gawjus", Kyle thought bitterly, you're just another one of those teenage girl clones that copies what other teenage girl clones are doing in order to fit in. I wonder what Stan ever saw in you, since he'd probably see it in everyone else too...

And you're influencing Bebe to do it too. He was staring at her for a very long time. He couldn't look away at her newly-discovered beauty. It intrigued and intimidated him all at the same time. How come he hadn't seen her like this before? Maybe it was because he tried avoiding her, from that time at the clubhouse when they were playing truth or dare. It was there he received his first kiss from her, since she did have a crush on him. He was too disgusted to persuade a relationship with her though, but it was because he was only nine. He didn't really want anything to do with girls at the time.

But now that he's sixteen, he didn't mind if he had someone to fool around with.

Bebe felt Kyle stare at her. She turned her head to him, her dark blue eyes meeting his deep brown ones. They stared at each other for a second or two, and then she gave him a kind smile. He smiled back and looked away. His heart jumped around in excitement, and he couldn't really stop smiling after that.

--

They were at the mall after a few minutes. They all agreed that they would head to a girl's store first. Then, it they would go to a guy's store. Afterwards, it would be so on and so forth. The store Wendy and Bebe agreed on was Love Culture. Kyle and Stan agreed the store sounded like a name for a gay hippie's band.

They all went inside and the two girls went walking towards the shirts. The two guys followed behind, while trying to come up with gay-sounding hippie names for one another. Wendy held out a silky checker black-and-white blouse and placed it against her chest.

"Do you think this would look good on me, Stan?" she asked her boyfriend.

"You should definitely be called, Radikyle Blows-keys" Stan said to Kyle.

"Stan!" Wendy screeched.

Everyone except Wendy laughed at what Stan had said. "What? Oh sorry, Wendy."

"What are you guys doing?" Bebe asked curiously.

"We're coming up with band names for each other," Kyle responded. "Like Stan is Stanadelic Marshmallow. It's supposed to be gay hippie-ish sounding."

"Oh really? What's your band going to be called?"

"The Love Culture!" The boys flashed the peace signs to them.

Wendy couldn't help but laugh at their nonsense. She went back to finding other types of clothes that she could wear. Meanwhile, Kyle saw a bunch of fedora hats that caught his attention. He tapped Bebe on the shoulder and gestured to them. She shrugged at the gesture. He grabbed her hand to take her to the hats. When they were near the hats, Bebe grabbed one and examined it. She placed one on her head.

"Hey, Kyle, how do I loo...?" She stopped when she saw Kyle wear one on top of his winter hat.

"Hey look! I'm Michael Jackson!" Bebe shook her head, a nervous grin appearing on her face.

Stan and Wendy went towards them as soon as they saw Kyle with a hat on.

"Cause this is thriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiilleeeeeer, thriller night!" Kyle began to do the thriller dance, but only the parts that were well-known to everyone. Stan began to howl like a wolf.

"Take off your hat, Kyle," Bebe requested. "It would be funnier if you have the other hat actually on your head."

Kyle shook his head. "No."

"Why not?"

"Because. I don't want anyone seeing my hair."

"So? We've seen your hair before," Wendy said. "We're kinda seeing some of your hair right now." Kyle pulled on his winter hat tightly. "Come on, Kyle, we already know you're a firecrotch."

"Shut up!"

"It's true! I mean, look at Stan. He took his hat off and he's not embarrassed."

"It's because he doesn't have crazy-curly hair like me."

"Just because it's curly," Bebe began, "doesn't mean it's bad hair. You have to embrace your curliness."

Kyle gave her a hypocritical look. "Look whose telling who to embrace their curliness. I think you should follow your own advice, Bebe."

Bebe narrowed her eyes. "That's different. I'm a girl and I deserve to try something new."

Kyle rolled his eyes and placed the fedora hat back. "Whatever."

--

After looking at a few stores, they decided to hit the food court. They each went to buy what they wanted to eat. When they were finished, Wendy murmured about forgetting something at her car and she wanted to Stan to help her find it. Stan went along with it, leaving both Kyle and Bebe on the table alone. They weren't stupid. They knew what Wendy and Stan were going to do at the car.

"Sooooo, what do you think they're trying to find?" Bebe asked Kyle, knowing he would say something stupid and hilarious.

Kyle bit his lip to hide some of his laughter. "HER G-SPOT." They both laughed their heads off, people began glancing at them for making the loudest noise.

When they started to calm down, Kyle began to apologize. "Bebe, I just want to say I'm sorry. When we were at the car and in that store, I acted like a real douche to you, and you don't deserve that. You're actually a pretty cool person."

Bebe couldn't believe this was coming from Kyle. "I forgive you, Kyle. I mean, it's nice to know you feel bad about how you treated me. I think that's pretty gutsy for a guy."

Kyle had an innocent expression on his face. She called me gutsy.

"Hey, do you have a partner for that honors english project?"

He shook his head. He completely forgot Bebe was in his honors english class. He never really paid attention to her, or anyone else for that matter. All he paid attention to was the teacher, the board, and the slow-paced clock.

"Oh. Me neither. Do you want to be my partner?"

"Sure, okay." He wanted to do backflips and frontflips on his chair. Maybe he could actually have a chance with her. Maybe this was a sign that foreshadowed later on as them being a couple....

"Ugh, they're taking so long into finding whatever it is Wendy needs to find," Bebe complained.

"Well, the G-spot isn't really an easy place to find," Kyle stated.

"Shut up."

"Come on, do you really think they're actually trying to find something in the car?"

"Not really. But I think they would've been finished already, judging by Stan's libido."

Kyle let out a loud laugh at that statement. "Haha, what makes you think Stan finishes quickly?"

Bebe chuckled a bit. "I don't know, I'm just making fun of him."

"Do you wanna go check what the two lovebirds are up to?" he asked.

She thought about it for a moment. "I don't think I wanna disturb their little search party. What if they're almost finished finding whatever it is they need to find? We might disturb their concentration."

"You're right. But it makes it all the worth their reactions when they see us interrupt them."

Bebe was reluctant at first, but then she caved in and went with Kyle to check up on Stan and Wendy. As they somewhat predicted, they were fooling around in the car.

Wendy was on top of Stan at the back seat. They were passionately making out with each other, as if they've never seen each other for millions and millions of years. When Kyle went to check on the windows closely, he could only make out Wendy's long dark hair, which was covering her face and Stan's. He knocked on the window, which caused Wendy's head to immediately pop up and meet her face with Kyle's. Stan turned his head and saw Kyle as well.

"Hey guys!" Kyle greeted them. "Bebe and I wanted to help you find whatever is was you guys were trying to find. Guess you already found it. Why didn't you invite us to the celebration?" Wendy flipped off Kyle. She scurried to the driver's seat. Stan opened the door.

"So, did you finally get some?" Kyle asked him.

"Oh, I already got some," Stan replied. "What about you? Did you finally get any?" He gestured his head to Bebe. Kyle became mad at him.

"Just shut up and go tongue your girlfriend again." He and Bebe went to back seat. Stan went to the passenger's seat.

They were all quiet on the way home. First, it was Kyle who was dropped home.

"See you tomorrow guys," he told them.

"Later," Stan said.

"See you tomorrow too," Wendy said.

"See you at english," Bebe said.

He closed the door and walked towards his home. He couldn't wait to see Bebe again at honors english.

End of chapter. Please review. :)