Holaaaa chicos/chicas! (Hey boys/girls) Haha sorry, I'm taking Spanish as a course. No me gusta nada Espanol. (I don't like Spanish at all.) But I'm sure you guys already know what it means, so I don't even know why I'm bothering to translate it, or write it for that matter! So anyways, I had a snow day today (thank you, Lord), so I'm using that time to write since I can't hang out with friends because I can't go anywhere because of the roads. Umm… yay?

Oh, I forgot to say in my last two chapters that I DON'T OWN SQUAT. DON'T SUE ME. Thank you!

PS – PLEASE READ: I don't know why people on have been saying that Clyde's last name is Donovan, because it isn't. It clearly says in the Lice Capades episode that his last name is HARRIS, people! HARRIS! CLYDE HARRIS! We got that straight? Awesome!

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The Other Relationship

The wind whipped all around, making the sand jump up off of the ground a portion of an inch. It was a very relaxing motion though, for it was normal here.

The waves crashed down on the shore, causing little foamy bubbles to wash around. The sun was setting into the horizon, and it glittered off of the surface of the water, temporarily blinding anyone who dared to look directly into it. However, the setting sun gave anything it shown over an orange tint.

There were many mountainous cliffs about thirty feet away from where water hit sand, and palm trees were numerous across the sand. The wind seemingly kissed the trees' leaves, rustling them just enough to make a little whipping noise.

There was the occasional flip of a dolphin and the splash it made after it dived back under, but other than that, the beach was deserted.

That was when two teenagers, a boy and a girl, came skipping down in the sand, fingers laced together. The girl was laughing carelessly, her peals of glee ricocheted off of the mountains. The boy was humming tunelessly, just making up a happy range of notes off of the top of his head, matching both of their joyful moods.

The girl paused and picked up a flat rock on the edge of the ocean and handed it to the boy, which he gladly accepted and skipped it across the water.

It bounded about five or six times before it was submerged under the sea once more.

The girl giggled. "That was a good one!"

The boy smiled lovingly towards her. "I had you for luck."

She giggled again, rocked on her heels and then continued to skip, pulling the boy along, because wherever she went, he went. Wasn't that the general rule?

After a few more minutes of skipping, talking, and throwing rocks into the water, they stopped. The girl's hair was turning more orange with the setting sun reflecting on it, and the boy reached over to stroke her golden tendrils. She reached over and stroked his face, remembering each little curve, line, and feature of it.

"I love you," he whispered.

Just like the last time, the girl was startled by the sudden onrushing and depth in his words, but all of her fears and cares melted away under his warm voice.

"I love you too," she breathed back.

He grabbed her hand, and they started walking once more, their bare feet skimming the water as the waves broke against them.

Randomly, the boy took his hand away from hers, and mischievously slid it into her back pocket.

The girl silently protested, moving away from the boy's hand and walking in front of him but facing him, so she ended up walking backwards.

There was a devious smirk planted across the boy's face, and his features were slowly changing, not melting, but morphing into a new face, a face that she would recognize anywhere, and only wish that it would never appear in her dreams. The angel-boy's face was morphing into the dreaded face of Clyde Harris, and the girl was revolted.

"Hey, Hun," he began, stepping towards the girl while she stepped back, "You wanna have sex?"

The girl grimaced and began to slightly jog backwards as Clyde lifted his hands up, looking as if he might pounce on her.

"No Clyde," she said firmly, "I don't want to have sex with you. Not now, not ever."

His expression changed from creeper-like to angry, then back to looking like a creeper again.

"Well that's such a pity. I guess I can always make you do what I want," he whispered, still stalking toward the girl.

"NO!" the girl screamed, but that's all she could do before he pounced on her.

.::.

Bebe woke up screaming and gasping for all the air her little lungs could hold. A small amount of sweat was beaded on her forehead.

"RAPE!" she screamed while pointing at nothing, "RAPE!"

Her parents were extremely heavy sleepers, that maybe a good thing in some cases, maybe a bad thing in some cases, but they didn't wake up this time.

Bebe's eyes were wide blue globes as she realized that it was just a dream, yet she was still startled at what had happened. Clyde couldn't possibly have tried to rape her in her dream… could he have?

On instinct, Bebe reached up to her nightstand and tried to pull down her phone, which was not there. She looked over to she that her phone was across the room on her dresser. The second Bebe threw the sheets of her, she instantly regretted it. Freezing air licked her body everywhere it could, so she sprinted to get her phone and then sprang back under the bed sheets. She grabbed a flashlight off of her nightstand and pulled the covers over her entire body, as she sat up and clicked the flashlight on. It was like her personal little safe haven.

Bebe liked to talk about things that were bothering her, and she wanted to talk about the dream. Sometimes, if she talked to somebody about something that was bothering her or confusing her, it made it more bearable or cleared up the issue.

So, knowing that Wendy would murder her if she woke her up in the early morning (her clock read 2:17am), she picked up her cell phone and dialed Kyle's number without a second thought.

Kyle, surprisingly, is her other best friend besides Wendy. He was her best friend, and her best guy friend. She could rely on him for some things that she just couldn't rely with Wendy, and vice versa.

On one hand, if Bebe were to wake Wendy up in the morning, there would be hell to pay. If she woke up Kyle… he would still be pretty pissed but he wouldn't throw a bitch-fest like Wendy would. So, she went with calling the latter for the sake of her personal wellbeing.

She turned her phone on and dialed Kyle's number she had long since memorized and waited as it rang on the other end. It seemed to ring endlessly and her patience whittled away little by little. Eventually, he picked up, but said nothing.

"…Kyle?" Bebe breathed.

There was a lot of rustling of sheets on the other end.

"Kyle?" she asked again.

It was silent for just one more moment, before Kyle's voice came out in a harsh whisper.

"Bebe! What. The. Hell?" He sounded seriously pissed off.

"I'm sorry Kyle, it's just that I had a dream and I wanted to talk to you about it."

Only after Bebe said the words did she realize how stupid they sounded. She woke him up at two in the morning to tell him about her dream? She knew that she wouldn't be too happy if somebody woke her up at two AM just to talk about a dream. Kyle also had his little Jew temper; one that Bebe thought was absolutely adorable. However, she didn't really want to hear it right then. She just wanted for him to listen. That obviously was dreaming a little bit too big, though.

"You have got to be shitting me," he hissed. "A dream? And you just had to wake me up now? Couldn't you have told me at school tomorrow?" There was a pause. "I mean today," he corrected himself, since it was two in the morning, so technically it was today.

"Yeah…" Bebe trailed off. "Please Kyle? You're already up. It scared me, and I had a similar one the night before, and I need somebody to talk to." She thought she should butter him up so he would be in a good mood, so she added, "I thought of you first because you are so nice and I knew that you would listen."

"Bebe, I know you're just trying to loosen me up," he began.

She sighed; Kyle simply just knew her way too well.

"But since I'm so nice, I'm going to listen to you. Plus, I'm already awake, thanks to you. I'll yell at you when we get to school later."

"Oh yay!" Bebe exclaimed, clapping her hands together. She knew deep down that Kyle would understand her and listen.

"So what are these dreams about?" he asked, sounding much like a therapist, but a very tired therapist.

"Well," Bebe started, "There is me… and this boy. And we are totally in love. I mean seriously in love."

It was quiet for a moment as he soaked the information in. "Ah," Kyle began, "sex dreams?"

Bebe snorted. "No, not sex dreams, Kyle." Boys.

"Oh…" he sounded slightly embarrassed, but it was obvious that he thought he knew what he was talking about.

Bebe laughed lightly and continued with her explanation. "Okay, so this guy and I are in love. Like, you don't know the feeling I get when I have these dreams…" She had been utterly serious, but Kyle started laughing uncontrollably. It wasn't loud, but he didn't sound like he would be breathing anytime soon.

"Kyle, you pervert! Shut up!" Bebe whispered, annoyed.

"I'm sorry," he said, regaining control of himself, "It's just that I just mentioned sex dreams, and then you were like, 'Oh, the feeling I get when I have these dreams!'" His voice skipped two octaves as he mocked hers. Bebe would never tell him, but he actually did a pretty good impression of her.

"Just listen, please!" she shrieked.

He stifled a chuckle, and then went silent. Bebe, feeling that Kyle was under control for real this time, continued. "So we are irrevocably in love and stuff, and he is so sweet and I totally love him."

"Yes, Bebe, I think we have established that fact."

Bebe fumed. "Kyle! Could you please keep your god damn mouth shut for one freaking minute and listen to me without any unnecessary comments?"

"Sure!"

"Don't be a smart ass! Shut up!"

"Shutting."

Bebe wasn't convinced. "I still think your being fresh with me."

"You sound like my mother."

"KYLE!"

"Yes?"

This whole time Kyle's voice had sounded so level and calm, while Bebe's voice had been shrill and demanding. She just couldn't take it anymore, so she started to crack up laughing, and she could hear Kyle laughing along with her on the other end.

They tried to no avail to be quiet, and only eventually did Bebe bothered to notice that her stomach was threatening to split open. Her hand flew down to it as she fell over into her pillow, thinking that if she smashed her face into it that she might stop laughing. And it worked… minimally.

After a few good, long minutes of chuckles and giggles, Bebe abruptly stopped laughing; no longer thinking it was funny. Kyle stopped at her sudden quietness, and then asked, "Why did you stop laughing so quickly?"

"Eh, I'm just weird like that. Once I start I don't stop, and then all of the sudden it's not funny anymore, so I stop," she replied wearily.

Kyle sighed on the other end. "You would think after all of these years of knowing you that I would have noticed that. I feel like a retard."

"You are a retard."

"Hey! Shut up, Bebe, you're the retard."

"No I'm not, you are," she giggled.

"I don't want to fight with you right now… although we do this everyday."

"I know! That's what's so fun about it! You're never boring, Kyle," she explained.

And it was true: Kyle was never boring. They always got into little petty arguments about stupid things, but they were fun and time consuming, so that they might be talking for an hour and not notice the time.

They were so different: Kyle was very studious, as Bebe was not. Kyle didn't mind staying home and having a 'quiet day', whereas Bebe would be dying on the floor and ripping her hair out if she had to do that. Kyle, like Wendy, saw the beauty in little things, unlike Bebe, who might just step on whatever it was, for it was no use to her. Kyle could sit and listen to things for hours -- especially school-related subjects, but Bebe might as well have had the attention-span of a chipmunk.

Yet, they were so similar. All of their little differences added up into one giant friendship, and the two just fit together so perfectly.

Bebe had never thought of Kyle as more than a friend, she never thought of him to have that boyfriend feel because she was so used to having him be her best friend.

"Thanks. I know I'm super awesome!" Kyle said with a girly tone.

Bebe laughed. "Hun, you don't know how gay you just sounded right there!"

"Like, oh my god! I broke a nail! Oh my god, I'm Bebe! Like, just, oh my god!" he giggled at the end with a hugely girly voice that was about five octaves above his regular pitch.

"I don't really sound like that… do I?" Bebe asked, seriously concerned.

She could practically hear the smile in his voice. "Eh, not really. You can have your moments though."

"Okay, well anyways, can we get back to my dream?"

"Yes."

Bebe took a deep breath, and then exhaled. "Clyde raped me."

"…Excuse me?" he asked worriedly.

"The boy… I don't remember who he is… but I know him. Like, I know him from my life… I'm sure he goes to our school. Anyways, that boy turned into Clyde, and Clyde said some pretty weird stuff and then jumped on me to rape me, but then I woke up," she finished.

Kyle was quiet for some time. Finally, after half a minute, he spoke up. "I've really been thinking about you and Clyde… and I can see that you're not happy. It's completely visible; it's as if the statement, 'get away from me you freak' is protruding out of your body whenever Clyde comes around…. You need to break up with him, Bebe." He sounded seriously concerned, yet somehow completely understanding. Bebe couldn't tell how he was doing it.

"I… I…. No! I don't want to break up with him. I'm happy with him around, I really am!" she protested; she sounded as if she was on the verge of tears.

"Bebe, please trust me on this one," his voice was serious and pleading. "You're only trying to convince yourself that you like him, but you don't Bebe, you just don't like him. Please, listen to me."

"I… I don't know. I think he is making me happy…"

"He IS NOT!" he whispered angrily. "I don't know why you're torturing yourself, but just know that what I'm about to say is the truth. Take heed in my words: He only wants you for your body. You mean nothing to him. Now I'm going back to bed. See you later today, Bebe."

No! He couldn't leave her! She needed him. "Kyle, wait!" she whispered, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"What, Bebe?" He didn't sound too happy.

"You're… you're not mad at me, are you?" she whispered worriedly; she felt like she was clinging onto her last lifeline.

His tone was one of understanding, possibly he felt bad for her. "Of course I'm not mad at you. Who could be mad at somebody as adorable as you?"

Bebe let out a half-choked giggle due to her recent tears.

"You just make no sense to me sometimes. But for right now, just get some rest, and maybe some things will be clearer in the morning. Goodnight, Bebe. I'll be waiting for you tomorrow at school.

She smiled through her tears. "Goodnight Kyle," she whispered.

The line disconnected on the other end, so she slid her phone shut, pulled the covers over herself, and fell asleep to her own tears of confusion.

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AN: Sorry for the kind of short chapter, because this only took up about 6 and a half pages on word document, whereas my chapters usually take up at least 8 pages, but I thought that this was a good place to end the chapter! So, tell me what you guys think by leaving an awesome review!

PS – I was just looking at my other story, Dewdrops, and I realized it was a really crappily written story, so if you stayed with me through that story, I love you even more. I'm trying to make this one a little better, so I'm taking editing to the extreme! Haha.