I wrote this quickly but now I have to go fix dinner. Not much to say except this is a taste of Kyle/Bebe/Butters which was kinda fun to write, though its not as dramatic as I was going for. You'll see it again. Otherwise nothing special. Dribble, has some errors, please R&R if you love me.

BTW-Sorry its so short. I threw it together.

Disclaimer: I dont own South Park.


It started with a glance…

"Now class, pick a seat on the grass!" Mr. Harry Paratestacils, the South Park high art teacher, announced as his class struggled to find seats on the little grass that showed through the snow. The kids scattered across the field, looking for a good spot to draw the landscape.

Butters finally found a spot near a tree that looked pretty cozy to him. He sat, cross-legged beneath the evergreen and leaned against the trunk, surveying his peers. The art class wasn't exactly the most popular of recreational activities at the high school; at least among the boys.

Butters ran his hand through his longish hair, trying to get his bangs away from his eyes. He wasn't exactly considered the manliest of guys. Maybe that's why he was ridiculed for loving art; Kyle and Clyde never got teased by the other males for being in the class.

Butters endured the ridicule because he excelled in art.

The boy shifted his gaze to right and caught a glimpse of a girl was long, curly blonde hair giggling with a certain curly haired Jewish boy. His mouth went slightly dry as he watched Bebe, the girl in question, smiling flirtatiously and holding down her red poka-dot mini dress while it blew in the breeze. Kyle, the boy who was talking to her, simply grinned and blushed, his hands stuffed in his deep pockets.

I felt like I was going to throw up and I wasn't sure why...

Soon, Bebe was running off to Lizzie and Wendy, her long, black legging clothes legs sprinting and her hand waving a sweet goodbye to Kyle who waved in return. As she ran, Butters kept his eyes on her, observing the curve of her neck, the length of her legs, and the pinkness of her nose. His eyelids drooped slightly.

"Dude, did you see that?" Kyle asked, sitting down beside his only "friend" in the class. Butters jumped slightly and turned to Kyle, his fake smile wide and gleaming.

"No, what happened?" Butters asked, playing dumb. He could tell Kyle was ecstatic at having been able to flirt with his crush, Bebe. Even though Butters was dying on the inside, how could he be mad at Kyle? He had loved her first, and Butters was just jealous.

"I just asked Bebe out on a date! She said that it sounded really fun and she's excited! She said yes!" Kyle smiled dreamily, leaning against the tree, his eyes shutting. "I've never been happier, man. She's so sexy. I mean look at her body. Not to mention that she's actually funny." Kyle mewed sitting back up and pressing his pencil to his extra large note pad. "How am I supposed to concentrate on drawing dull mountains when I've got such a perfect woman on my mind?"

Butters looked down at his paper. "Y-yeah…" He agreed, but said nothing more as Kyle rambled on about what they would do on their date and how he was going to ask her to be his girlfriend.

It was hard not to cry at the time…

After about ten minutes both boys fell silent, getting sucked into their work. At least one managed to. However, the other was much more intrigued by the girl sitting a few yards away.

The girl laid with her stomach on the grass, her torso turned up as she was highly involved in her picture. Bebe's hair was the by far the hardest to draw as it was filled with what seemed like a hundred shinny, big curls; Butters found himself blushing as his pencil lingered on the curve of her hip and the hill of her breast. Every detail was put in: the dimples of her cheeks, her freckles on her nose, the length of her eyelashes, and everything else imaginable. Though there was a background of mountains sketched in, the focus of the picture was clear.

Once the picture was nearly done, Butters busied himself with filling out Bebe's hair, darkening her eyes, and adding any and every detail he may have forgotten. He lifted his eyes and was surprised to find Bebe's eyes already looking at him. Hazel met light blue.

And she smiled.

I forgot to breathe…


Everyone was leaving the art room, desperate to get home and settle in for the Friday night. Kyle left, a huge smile on his face; this didn't go unnoticed by Butters who was assisting the teacher straighten up the room. When the last student left, Mr. Paratestacils patted Butters on the shoulder, smiling.

"I enjoyed your work." He told his star pupil, handing over his picture of Bebe. Butters blushed lightly and took the picture, rolling it up. "Rest assured you'll get an A, but I must admit that the landscape isn't as beautifully illustrated as what's laying on the grass in front of it." Mr. Harry said slyly and exited his room, heading to the teacher's lounge.

Butters bit his lip. Once he was sure the teacher was far enough away, he unraveled his drawing and stared at the girl he'd drawn.

She was so beautiful…

"Butters?"

The blonde boy turned on his heals and in the door way stood the girl who was depicted in his masterpiece. Bebe smiled and walked over to him, stopping short of two feet away. She pushed her hair behind her ear and glanced at the paper in his hands before returning to his face.

"Can I see your picture?"

Butters instinctively hit the piece of parchment behind his back. He blushed heavily this time and stared into Bebe's large, pleading eyes. "U-uhm, I-its not so good Bebe…"

"Don't give me that, silly." Bebe reached behind him, her body brushing against his. Butters gulped and tried desperately to avoid her hands. Bebe giggled and smiled even bigger.

Eventually they were all out wrestling against one another, each trying to obtain the picture. Butters couldn't help but laugh with Bebe, trying to hold the picture and fight her off with one hand. However, their amusement didn't last long.

Bebe felt her bottom hit the edge of a table and she gasped. Before Butters could do anything to stop it, they had fallen back. The picture slipped from Butters' hands and floated to the floor while Bebe fell back onto the table, Butters following in suit. The first thing he realized was that his handing was soft.

"Ugh…"

Up until that point, it was the most embarrassing moment and the most erotic moment I had ever experienced…

Butters lifted his hand up and rested it on something squishy beside his head. He groped it once, twice, and than sat up, his eyes wide, his hands flying away from Bebe's breasts. Bebe looked up at him, her cheeks red and her chest rising and falling quickly. You could cut the tension with a knife.

Butters realized he was between Bebe's legs, but neither he nor she moved away or said a thing. Butters had no idea what made him do it, but he leaned down and rested her elbows on the table beside her head, his fingers lacing up in her fanned out, curly locks. He watched Bebe's eyes droop closed and her lips part, her blush spreading further.

"Hamburgers…" Butters whispered, his breath hitting her plush lips. He avoided her lips and placed a soft kiss on the right side of her mouth. Bebe bit her lip as he trailed kisses down her jaw and down her neck, letting his tongue come out to taste her. "I've thought about t-this a lot Bebe…" Butters breathed, his lips sucking deeply at her.

Bebe mewed and wrapped her arms around him. "Butters you…like me…?"

At this Butters shot up from her and stepped away. Bebe instantly sat up, afraid she had offended him. "You don't have to-..what I mean is…I thought…"

How could she think for one moment I wasn't crazy about her…?

Butters picked up the picture that had fallen on the floor and picked it up. He walked back over to her and handed the illustration to Bebe. She stared at him for a moment before taking the picture. Her eyes went wide.

"By golly, Bebe…I-I've always l-loved you…"

She did the unthinkable.

She laughed.

Butters was taken aback, shocked by her reaction. He felt his heart crumble into a million pieces. She hated him. Bebe hated him and the picture. She must have thought he was a complete dork. Butters was on the verge of tears until Bebe set the paper down and unfolded a piece of paper that was in her pocket and presented it to him.

She had drawn him, leaning against the tree, drawing her.

And he laughed with her.

They only stopped when their lips met.


The next Monday, Bebe told Kyle that she just wanted to be friends with him. Although I felt bad for my friend, I thought nothing of it when she pushed me into the janitor's closet after class.

We never told anyone because we never had too.

We were understood.

As odd as were walking down the hall with matching hello kitty hair clips.