AN: Hey! Sorry for the painfully long update! I had midterms all this week so I had no time to write because I was too busy studying! But now they are done, and I have time! Yay!

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The Relationship

Bebe's aqua eyes snapped open as her back shot straight up in the air, making her bed sheets rustle minimally at the quickness of the motion. Chest heaving, trying to suck in fresh oxygen at an all-too-fast tempo, Bebe looked around her bedroom, wide-eyed.

Everything was as it normally was. Her hot pink walls were still overflowing with posters of guys, movies, and bands; her black dresser, desk, and chair were still in place. She had a silver laptop sitting on her desk that was decorated with the bubbly colorful paint that had all of her friends' writing and drawings on it, which stood out in contrast to the room. A bulletin board was positioned in the center of her left wall, bearing pictures of her and her friends ever since they were children.

The blinds were drawn closed but an unwelcome breeze drifted through the bitterly dark room. A quick peek at her digital clock on her nightstand told her it was 4:02am.

Oh god, she thought as she lay back down and pulled the sheets over her head, it was just a dream. Only a dream…

But that boy had been so real; she felt that if she reached far enough she would be able to touch him. She knew him from somewhere, but where…. She couldn't even remember what the boy looked like. It was one of those nasty dreams where she knew she had it, but couldn't remember everything that happened.

But she knew that there was a boy, and that boy had made her feel something that she had never felt before… even if it only was a dream.

Bebe suddenly felt tears swimming in her eyes as she wished more and more to remember the mysterious boy. He had been so nice to her, and above all, he really loved her. But he disappeared.... She couldn't remember exactly how he did, but it was odd enough for her to wake up frightened. The more she thought about the dream, the more she forgot about it.

Well, I might as well forget about it. I mean honestly, it was just a dream; it never happened, nor is it ever going to happen, she told herself internally. Just go back to sleep and if I'm lucky enough I'll totally forget about it once I wake up again.

Bebe took one last quick glance around her pink and black color-schemed room, nestled herself in the covers, and succumbed to sleep once more.

.::.

Yeah...
Uh huh
So seductive
I'll take you to the candy shop
I'll let you lick the lollipop
Go 'head girl, don't you stop
Keep going 'til you hit the spot (woah)

"…Wha--?" Bebe grumbled as the song seeped into her mixed dreams and slowly morphed back into reality. As her eyes fluttered open, she saw a little glowing light from across the room on her desk. Her vision, with her first waking up, was slightly blurry, but after rubbing her eyes she realized her cell phone was receiving a call, and her ringtone, Candy Shop, was playing.

"Oh, crap," she muttered, not wanting to miss the call. She threw the sheets up off of her and stumbled around blindly until she reached the phone.

One Incoming Call From:

Wendy

Bebe pressed the 'talk' button on her black Glyde and whispered into the phone, voice groggy with sleep, "Wendy… god damn it."

It was silent on the other end for a second, and then Wendy's nice-girl voice came ringing out, "Uhm, sorry? What did I do?"

Bebe sighed. Wendy was such the perfect little angel. She worried that she did something wrong sometimes, when she didn't do anything. Everybody at school liked her, and she was friends with everyone… except for Cartman, on both of those cases. However… she could have her moments. She could be rather protective over Stan, and she has thrown her fair share of bitch-fests. Oh yes, Stan and her were still going out, and they were as happy as they could possibly be. He saw no flaws in her, and she saw none in him.

"Can't a girl get her beauty sleep without being woken up? What time is it anyway?"

She hesitated. "Bebe, I didn't think I would be waking you up, considering that it's twelve noon."

"Oooh…" she trailed off, checking the clock on her cell phone. It read 12:14 in loopy font. "Sorry Wendy! I didn't know. I had this really strange dream that woke me up last night, so I guess my body just wanted to sleep in… majorly."

Oh shit, Bebe thought to herself, I remembered my dream. Damn!

Wendy laughed airily, completely unknowing of Bebe's internal conflict. "Alright," her voice came, "well I wanted to know if you would like to come shopping with me?"

This cheered up and awaked Bebe very much. She loved shopping, especially for clothes, and she wanted to see Wendy. "Kay, can you drive over here and pick me up? I still have to get dressed."

Bebe looked down and inspected herself in her blue flannel pajama pants with the Playboy bunny imprinted on them and her matching blue tank top. She wasn't a slut, but she had had her fair share of boyfriends… and she had liked the pajamas… and they were on sale….

"Sure. I'll be over in about ten minutes."

"Alright, bye," Bebe dismissed.

"See you," Wendy told her.

Bebe slid her phone shut and slipped down the hall and into her bathroom.

She inspected her morning-self in the mirror. Her clear blue eyes were slightly watery due to just waking up, and her pre-straightened blonde hair had started to wave a little bit again. She didn't have many blemishes, but there were some; there was no stopping that.

But then again, that's why God created cover-up, she thought.

After plugging in the hair straightener for it to start heating up, she began working on her face. She put cover-up and blush on, making her cheeks slightly rosy. She then put on black eye shadow, but made it very light so it looked blackish gray. She put black eye liner on the bottom of her eye too, and added dark, deep black mascara. All together, the black looked nice and really brought out the blue in her eyes. It may have sounded like it, but it didn't look too dark around her eyes.

Bebe then ran the scorching straightener through her hair a few times, thoroughly straightening out any waves. After she was somewhat satisfied with herself, she ran back into her bedroom and threw on a jean miniskirt with neon green fishnet leggings and a V-neck green shirt bearing the words "Kiss Me, I'm Irish" across the chest. She completed her outfit with black high-heeled shoes. She looked slightly eccentric, but any guy that looked at her would probably drop dead.

Bebe pocketed her cell phone and ran downstairs to wait for Wendy. Sure enough, no less than two minutes later, the doorbell rang. Bebe leaped up to answer, and there stood Wendy, swinging her little car keys around her index finger. Her long black hair had been curled at the ends, giving it a little bounce from her usually straight hair, and her chocolate brown eyes gleamed.

"Hey!" Bebe greeted, giving Wendy a friendly hug.

"Hey," Wendy said hesitantly, looking Bebe's outfit up and down. "Ready to go?"

"Yeah, one sec…" Bebe muttered, turning around and shouting through the house, "MOM! I'M GOING TO THE MALL WITH WENDY! BYE!" She then turned back around to Wendy, grinning. "Alright. I'm ready now."

Wendy smiled slightly while shaking her head at her friend's actions, but then decided not to comment and just let it go.

Bebe stepped out of the house and started walking towards Wendy's car, heels clicking the whole way.

.::.

"Well, you're looking like quite the teen model today," Wendy commented, taking in her exotic outfit.

Bebe had been looking out of the window on the passenger's side; being on the road felt open and free to her. "Thanks. I have to look my best for going out to the mall; you should know that by now. Even if I'm taken by Clyde, it doesn't mean I don't still enjoy watching the expressions on guys' faces when I walk by," she finished with a giggle.

Wendy sighed, leaning back and resting her head on the back of the seat, but still trying to watch the everlasting road. "Do you know how wrong that is? That's like…" she trailed off, thinking. "That's like putting food in front of the poor, starving children in Africa but not letting them eat it."

Bebe lurched and snorted with laughter. "Little starving children in Africa? Boy's hardly compare."

"I'm just trying to make a point. It's what you're doing. You're the bait that the little male fishes can't have," Wendy said. "Any better of a comparison?"

"Sure. I'd rather think of guys as fish in the sea than starving children. You, being an activist and knowing a ton about those children, would be the one person I know that would make a comparison about that."

Wendy sighed and turned down the street where the South Park mall was located. "Bebe, you are so impossible… in a good way," she added with a smile.

Bebe grinned to herself as Wendy parked in a vacant spot next to the Sears section of the mall. As they got out, Wendy locked the car and they headed into the store. Sears was really boring, just refrigerators and washing machines, so they ran out of it and went straight into the nearest shoe store, which happened to be Payless.

Bebe ran straight to where the crazy high-heeled shoes were, and picked out some strappy pink ones with seven-inch heels. "Ooooh…" she giggled to herself.

Wendy noticed Bebe's choice in shoes and asked, "You won't seriously buy those… will you?"

"Hmm…" Bebe began, inspecting the shoes from all angles, "I guess it depends on what they look like once I have them on; probably not though."

With that said Bebe sat down in a little misshapen chair, whipped her shoes off and put the other ones on. When she stood up, she looked way too tall for the average seventeen-year-old girl's height.

"I look like a freaking beast! Bebe laughed.

Wendy was just looking up at her like she was retarded, but who cares? Bebe was her best friend, and she can be a little bit crazy sometimes, but she loved her nevertheless.

Over the course of an hour, Wendy and Bebe tried on seemingly thousands of shoes, but in the end, neither bought any of them.

"Oh my god Bebe, we have to go to Hot Topic!" Wendy exclaimed.

"OH MY GOD!" Bebe shrieked, "What are we waiting for? Let's go!"

The two girls set off for an escalator, searching for the gothic-ly decorated Hot Topic. Sure enough, located right in between Spencers and Zumes, was the store they were looking for.

Spiky metal doors draped with cobwebs and spiders flooded the entranceway, but they skipped that overly-dramatic stuff and went straight to the cute and girly t-shirts.

Wendy fingered through a couple of shirts, and then remembered something. "Oh, Bebe, I read about this thing online that a couple of girls did with their Hot Topic shirts. It sounds really fun," she suggested, waiting to see if Bebe would want to hear about it.

"Go on," was her cue.

"And they took one base shirt and then bought a ton of others and cut out the pictures on them to sew the stuff on the first shirt to make one shirt of everything that they liked."

Bebe's eyes lit up. "Let's do it."

So both the girls ran around the shop like freaks, picking out every shirt they could find that was adorable. Bebe's base shirt had a Pikachu on it, because she thought if she wore a Pokémon shirt that guys would think it was sexy. Wendy picked out a shirt that had the Earth on it and underneath it read 'RECYCLE'.

Bebe laughed at that. "Wendy, you care about the world too much."

"I do not!" Wendy said while wearing a look of resentment.

"You care about the world as much as the starving children in Africa!" Bebe giggled at the upbringing of the previous joke.

"Bebe! Let it go! It is not funny whatsoever to bring up those poor children again! You know, I donate to them a lot, but I never see that I'm making a difference…" Wendy said, trailing off in thought.

Bebe put a comforting arm around Wendy's shoulders. "Hun, just know that some little child, somewhere in Africa, got to eat an apple because of you." At this, Bebe could no longer keep her cool and started to burst out in laughter.

"Bebe!" Wendy shrieked, throwing Bebe's arm off of her shoulders. "That is NOT FUNNY ANYMORE!"

Bebe immediately choked her laughter to a stop and starred at Wendy. She looked seriously offended.

"Oh… sorry," Bebe apologized.

Wendy's chocolate brown eyes cleared up, and a smile formed between her lips. "It's alright; let's just not bring that up again."

"Deal," Bebe confirmed.

Just then, a guy came walking in the store. He had somewhat curly brown hair that was cut semi-short, but it fit his face well. He had plain brown eyes and was wearing a red shirt and jeans that were slightly ripped; All-in-all he was a really good looking guy. He waltzed straight over to Bebe and put his hand into the back pocket of her skirt.

"Hey, sexy," he whispered in her ear.

Most girls would giggle, but Bebe had on a grudging expression and said back nonchalantly, "Hey, Clyde."

Wendy looked uncomfortable. "Uhm, I'm just going to… just going to go over here…" she said, beginning to turn around before she saw Bebe's pleading expression, which she then stayed rooted to the spot.

"Clyde," Bebe began, stepping away from him, "Wendy and I were in the middle of something, and we would love to get back to it."

"Oh, well let me come with you," he said smoothly.

"No!" she said a little too quickly, "…no, it wouldn't be much fun for my most favorite boyfriend ever," she finished with a fake smile and a bat of the eyelashes.

He smiled back and asked, "Well then can't I just come home with you girls afterwards?"

"Hun, you know that I would just love that," she grimaced too much to make it convincing, "but we are doing something, and we are just spending girl time together. Maybe later tonight or tomorrow…?"

"Later tonight sounds good," he confirmed. "But can I just borrow you for a minute... outside?"

Bebe twitched slightly but agreed. "I'll be right back Wendy. Keep picking out shirts!"

Clyde pulled her out of Hot Topic and went into a deserted corridor that nobody wanted to shop in.

"Bebe, you are so gorgeous, I just can't stay away from you," he began.

Bebe eyed him seductively and smiled a little half smile that she thought might make him drool. She knew Clyde could be annoying in front of her friends, especially when she was in the middle of something, but sometimes he could be so cute to her.

"Can I just have one kiss to hold myself off until tonight?" he begged.

She made a convincing act of positively thinking it over, before saying, "Sure."

Bebe, not realizing there was such a thing of too much PDA (Public Display of Affection), immediately wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him with a huge amount of force. Clyde put his hands on her butt, squeezing it hard, and Bebe just deepened the kiss. There they were, thoroughly making out in the middle of the mall, not caring if anybody bothered to look.

However, the kiss was much the same as every other one. There was no loving emotion, and it was the opposite of passionate. Aggressive, almost. There was absolutely nothing in the kiss that told Bebe that Clyde loved her, only that he wanted more of her, and if he could get the chance, he would want sex. But there was no way Bebe would let somebody like Clyde take her virginity from her.

Eventually, they broke apart, and Bebe said, "See you tonight, Clyde."

"Yeah…" he began, breathing heavily, "See you."

Bebe then skipped back into Hot Topic, where Wendy was holding up about twenty different random shirts: from Charlie the Unicorn to dancing strawberries.

Bebe laughed and bounded over to Wendy.

"Bebe, how are we going to pay for these?" she asked.

"Oh that's easy," she said while whipping out a credit card, "We can use my mom's."

Wendy gasped. "Oh you're so bad! But I love it!" she said while squealing.

After buying the tons of shirts, they hurried back to the car to go to Wendy's house and work on their fun mini-project.

"So," Wendy began as she climbed into the driver's seat and Bebe in the passenger's, "What happened with Clyde?"

Bebe gave a huff and looked out the window into the unbelievably blue sky. "Just asking for another kiss to 'hold him off until tonight' is all."

"And?" Wendy urged while driving out of the parking lot.

"I gave it to him."

Wendy sighed and kept driving. "Look Bebe, I know, and you know, that you aren't very happy at all."

Bebe huffed again. She hated it when Wendy brought this conversation up. "Yes I am Wendy, I'm totally happy."

"Not with Clyde, you're not," she argued.

"Clyde… is just Clyde. He just has his own personality."

"Bebe, he comes to your house almost every night begging for sex! You don't think that's wrong?"

"Well, it's not right but I don't give in to his pressure! I will NOT lose my virginity to somebody like him!" Bebe stated firmly.

"See?" Wendy said, pointing to nothing in particular, "That's what I'm talking about! You obviously don't love him! I saw the way you stepped away when he put his hand in your pocket! I saw the way you grimaced when talking to him, and I heard the way you talk! You don't like him!"

"Yes I do."

"NO YOU DON'T! You're not happy, Bebe! I don't know why you are so desperate to cling on to him when he is just being an asshole to you! You know he only wants you for your body!" she snapped.

"That's not true," Bebe muttered under her breath.

"It damn well is true!" Wendy barked back. When she wanted to get her point across, she wouldn't give up until it was imprinted into the person's head. If she had to bang it into their head with a sledgehammer, she would.

Seeing as there was no way around the inevitable truth, Bebe went along with it. "Okay so maybe I'm not the happiest I could be, but I'm not upset!"

"Yes, yes you are. You need to break up with Clyde. Why are you clinging to him so much?" Wendy asked.

"I…I…I don't know…" Bebe trailed off, looking up at the blue sky. It had begun to snow, and it swirled around the car carelessly, caressing the shiny paint and features of it.

She knew that there was something wrong between her and Clyde, but she wanted so much for it to work. She didn't even like him as a person very much, but so many of her relationships had failed, and the truth was that she was tired of it. It was as if every time she broke up with her boyfriend, God pointed his finger at her and screamed 'FAIL!' She was done with all of the break ups; she was done with all the failures. She just wanted one relationship in her life to work out, just one relationship where she actually liked the boy she was dating, so she decided that she was going to try with this one. She wanted it to be just like the mysterious boy from her dreams, just like that night, with that strange feeling in the pit of her stomach. The feeling she had never known before. Love.

That was why she was trying to convince herself that she was happy with Clyde, that she was wanted to be with him. But she was happy… wasn't she?

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AN: Thank you to all of my lovely reviewers on my last, um, chapter/opening/prologue thing. Again, sorry for the excruciatingly long update! I'll try to be a little faster =]] Please review!