A/N: Hey, sorry I took so long to write this chapter! My life's been pretty busy, and lack of inspiration has gotten me as well, but when I read some of my reviews, it perked me up and made me want to write more! I never would have thought that people would actually like this story since I worried I might have destroyed some of the characters' personalities. Anyway, I promise to keep pumping out chapters for this thing (I keep on thinking about ideas for new chapters anyway, so I'll constantly be working on this) until it gets to the very end. Happy reading! - W's F

"Whenever I look back

On the best days of my life

I think I saw them all on T.V.

I am so homesick now for

Someone that I never knew

I am so homesick now for

Someplace I will never be"

Kyle promptly slammed his hand on the sleep button of his alarm clock and roll onto his other side. Sure, he liked "The Bravery", but he didn't want their songs blaring in his ears when he was experiencing his first hangover. He couldn't even remember what day it was, and he definitely couldn't remember what had happened the night before. All Kyle knew was that he had gone out drinking, and practically killed himself with the gratuitous amounts of alcohol he had ingested.

Why would I even bother drinking that much? I bet Cartman had something to do with this.

With that, he slipped out of bed and realized he was wearing the same clothes he had worn the night before. He took a whiff of his t-shirt and grimaced at the stench of booze and vomit that wafted from the fabric. Without a doubt he wanted that shirt to be washed right away, and he quickly tossed the shirt into his dirty laundry hamper that was peering out from his unorganized closet.

After getting himself tidied up and properly dressed, Kyle proceeded to call Stan to get some information on what he did the night before.

"Hello?" Stan answered.

"Stan, It's me Kyle,"

"Hey, Kyle. What's up?" Stan questioned.

"Dude," Kyle began, "What happened last night? I kind of lost track."

"You don't remember at all?" Stan exclaimed, sounding shocked.

"Well, I know I was drinking, which would explain my pounding headache. But what happened while I was drunk?"

There was silence on the other side of the line.

"Oh, please don't tell me I did anything crazy like sleep with some whore or something,"

"Well is there some chick in your bed?" Stan asked, jokingly of course.

"No, well. At least I don't think so. After all, I could have slept with some midget and she could be hiding underneath the covers or something"

Stan broke into laughter, "A midget! I bet she climbed up a ladder just to get to eye level with you, huh? Hell, I would even need to get a ladder to get to eye level with you!"

"Ha ha, very funny. I didn't even know I was freakishly tall up until now, Stan. Thank-you for enlightening me." Kyle replied with a fake-sternness in his voice.

"You're welcome," Stan chuckled.

"Anyway, any idea what happened?"

"Well, not too much," Stan started, "You pretty much got drunk, said some stupid stuff, and ran into the bathroom to puke. After that I drove you home 'cause you were so out of it."

"Ah, okay," Kyle said with relief, "By the way, what day is it today?"

"Dude, it's Monday. You didn't know?"

"Shit!" Kyle's relief immediately washed away, "I'm going to be so late! I probably already missed the bus…"

"Well if you get here quick enough, you'll be okay."

"I hope, anyway. See you later, Stan"

"See ya."

Kyle quickly hung up and pulled out his orange and green jacket and pulled his worn-out, familiar green ushanka onto his curly mess of hair, pushing some of his orangey-red locks in front of his tired emerald eyes.

As he made his noisy and quick descent down the stair, Kyle announced that he was going to borrow the car to get to school and slipped out into the garage before his parents had time to even question his late start.

Kyle had fumbled with the keys furiously before managing to unlock the front-seat door of the family car. He was praying that he wasn't going to be late. He couldn't afford to be late. If he got into trouble for being late, it would only just add on to the amount of trouble he was in now for arriving home in his drunken stupor. The forces of the universe seemed to hate him at this point.

After opening the garage, he backed out of it as fast as he could and sped down the icy roads of South Park in order to get to school. He didn't care if he was speeding or not, or whether he might have run over some old lady crossing the street. All that mattered was getting to school right away before it started without him.

Lucky for Kyle, he had arrived almost in time; the principal had announced over the P.A. system for the students to go to the first period classes. If he ran, he could make it to his first class. So, after parking the car into a parking spot (two if you counted that on of his back wheels had crossed onto another spot since he parked diagonally) he dashed towards the entrance of South Park High as fast as he could.

He could hear the murmurs of some of the other students as he rushed down the halls, accidentally bumping into a fellow student or two. He also clearly heard someone call out, "Watch it!" as he nearly knocked over all of the books that they were carrying.

Finally, he saw his first period class just down the hall, and sighed in relief knowing that bell hadn't rung yet. Although he still knew that keeping his current pace was the best thing to do since the bell could go off at any moment.

You're almost there, Kyle thought, Just keep going.

***

Bebe Stevens couldn't help but be jealous as she watched her best friend and her boyfriend's fingers dance around each other elegantly until they finally became entwined with each other. Why was it that her ex-boyfriend Clyde Donovan had never done the same for her? Of course, she didn't need a hopeless romantic like Stan, but still, she wanted someone who would care for her, rather than beg to get into her pants. She wanted a perfect relationship like the one that Wendy Testaburger had.

Bebe sighed, It's completely hopeless.

Sighing once more, she sifted through her tan messenger bag for her notebook. After digging deep, she then concluded that she must have left it in her locker by accident; it definitely wasn't at home, since she recalled picking it up and shoving it into the bag, whilst accidentally crushing one of her recent, not-so-great tests.

"Mr. Garrison," Bebe called out to the teacher that seemed to follow his students right from third grade right until high school, "Can I go get my notebook? I kinda left it in my locker…"

"Sure, but be quick, Bebe."

Bebe gave a swift nod and got up and out from her seat. As she got up, she eyed the empty seat beside her desk.

I guess Clyde's skipping…again.

Bebe turned back to the door in front of her, and swung it open, hearing a yelp of pain and the sound of books tumbling down onto the floor, which was then followed by a low groan.

Bebe quickly peered out from the edge of the door, looking down at the innocent bystander she had just smacked with the heavy, wooden door. What she saw was a familiar, light-skinned face, which was now crumpled up in pain. The face's emerald orbs, which were obscured by some stray orangey locks, were now locked with her blue ones.

"Kyle?" Bebe gasped, "Are you okay?"

Kyle rubbed the back of his neck as he got to his knees and began to pick up his fallen books. "I'm fine, " he replied.

"Sorry about that," Bebe laughed, "Want to come with me to my locker?"

"U-uh," Kyle stuttered, surprised by her sudden friendliness. Didn't the two only speak to each other unless they were forced to? It wasn't that Kyle hated her; in fact he enjoyed being around her. There was just some inexplicable feeling that would stir up every time he would talk to her. It wasn't love he would assure himself time and time again. There was just something about her that intimidated him.

"So," Kyle began, trying to start up a conversation, "What did you do this weekend?"

"Well, let's see," Bebe answered, "I went to the mall with Wendy on Saturday…"

It was about at that point that Kyle could barely keep his mind from wandering away from the oh-so-interesting topic of shopping. Why was it that girls considered walking around for hours and spending money on ridiculous a hobby? He knew for himself that if he were to go to the mall, it was only for something he truly needed.

Still, even though the topic was dull, Kyle managed to pay attention so he wouldn't have an angry Bebe screaming at him afterwards.

"…anyway, we thought it was totally hilarious, How about your weekend, Kyle?"

"Yes," Kyle answered, as if in a daze. Bebe's eyes narrowed in frustration, to which the Jew responded with an "I'm sorry, what did you say?"

"How was your weekend, Kyle?" Bebe said, emphasizing every syllable in her sentence.

"Oh, well, not much happened, really. I went to some bar or restaurant with a couple of my friends. I kind of got drunk though, and I don't really remember much after that," Kyle admitted.

"Drunk? You?" Bebe asked in shock.

"Yeah, Cartman got me all riled up, and I guess I just lost all sense after that," Kyle laughed nervously.

"You two have a really unhealthy relationship," Bebe stated as she neared her locker. Kyle watched as she twiddled her fingers around the lock in order to input her combination. Then, she yanked the lock and swung the door of her locker open, nearly hitting Kyle as he leaned against the lockers next to Bebe's. It was at that point that he caught sight of some of the pictures that were taped onto the locker door.

They were just traditional teenage girl photos; some were ones Bebe took in the bathroom mirror with a couple of friends, others were pictures from birthdays, and there were one or two pictures of Bebe and Clyde.

'Well, I'd say you and Clyde would have an unhealthy relationship as well." Kyle stated in a nonchalant manner, to which Bebe sighed and turned to him.

"For your information, kosher boy, we're not in a relationship anymore,"

"Again?" Kyle laughed, to which Bebe scowled. There was a long awkward pause between the two.

"Hey, if I said something stupid, you can just tell me," Kyle said calmly.

"It's nothing," Bebe sighed, "Why'd you say our relationship was unhealthy?"

"Well, whenever I saw you two together, he looked like he wanted to get into your pants more than anything. Even Wendy thought the same thing,"

"Wendy said that? How do you know?"

"Well, she sits with me, Stan and Kenny sometimes at lunch, so sometimes she just talks about the gossip that you girls would talk about," Kyle shrugged, "Anyway, hurry up. If I don't get to class soon, I'm going to be late."

With that Bebe slammed he locker shut and locked it up. She couldn't help but notice that with every footstep the two took, the more nervous he'd get about being late.

"Well, if you're that worried, why don't you go and run before you're too late?" Bebe suggested. She turned to see what Kyle thought of her suggestion, but soon she noticed him running down the hall like a maniac.

"Thanks, Bebe!" Kyle called out. Bebe giggled.

Boy, can that Jew run…