A/N: This story is practically nothing but dialogue =-=

Anyone mad? No? Awesome. So here's some more! Because wtf do teenagers do but gossip all the damn time?

Enjoy~

A soft cry of pain escaped painted lips as bristles struggled through thick, curly blonde hair. "Damn, Wendy, stop trying to pull out my hair!"

"Oh, Bebe, you always know that this is what happens when we attack this rat's nest," Wendy teased, patting her head lovingly. "If you would straighten it more often, it wouldn't be like this all the time."

"Yeah, says the girl with barely any curl," she rolled her eyes, flipping through Cosmo and taking a sip of her Fresca as Wendy continued to bear down on the brush. "You have no idea how hard it is to make it so my hair doesn't frizz and freak out." She winced as another knot was found, grunting in pain as her friend tore through it.

Wendy took a deep breath, grabbing a scrunchie from her dresser and tying her own long, black hair into a messy bun before returning to the blonde abyss. "Sweetie, we're gonna need a stronger brush," she chuckled.

"That brush cost me forty dollars it better damn well work well enough," Bebe pouted, flipping the page again. "Oh hey, look, Wends. 'Pleasing your man using only your nipples.'"

"Let me guess. Step one, reveal them. End of list," she scoffed.

"Pretty much," she laughed. "God this thing is so stupid, I love it."

"Have you ever used any of that stuff with Clyde?"

"Clyde? Oh god no, we broke up, remember?" Hazel eyes found Wendy's in the mirror. "Like, a month ago. I'm with Token now."

"Whoa whoa what about never dating your bff's ex?" she pushed her lightly.

Bebe raised a perfectly tweezed brow at her. "Wendy, that was fourth grade. Does that really count? Were you putting out even then, you slut?"

Wendy smacked her with her brush, a smirk playing over her fine lips. "Okay, okay, I guess I'll let it go this once."

"Well thank you, kind Ladyship," she rolled her eyes, smiling still as she looked back down at the paper in her lap. "And anyway, no, I've never tried this stuff with anyone. I mean, listen, 'To really make your man moan your name, ride him as he's lying on the bed, groping every bit of him and rubbing over his nipples. Play with his hair while doing so and moaning his name and, of course, telling him how big he feels,'" she snorted. "I mean, I don't think these people have ever gotten laid."

"Really! When you're on top, you're focusing on keeping your balance and making it good for yourself, screw whoever is under you!" Wendy scoffed.

"Yeah really, I have enough trouble keeping myself upright with Token, Jesus Christ," Bebe smiled mischievously.

"Is it true, Bebe? Will you ever go back from our Token Black?" Wendy paused, smirking at her.

"If things don't work, I will. But...goddamn. It'll be one hell of a transition to lower my standards again," she laughed before Wendy joined her and they resumed to their tasks at hand.

Bebe jumped a little and stared at her hip, reaching into her pocket and pulling out her cell phone. She scanned over it while Wendy focused on a spot of her hair, slowly working to untangle the ends.

"Who is it?" she asked mindlessly.

"It's Annie. Clyde apparently was told by Stan that he and Kyle are fighting, and Kenny's getting to be in the middle of it."

"Are Clyde and Annie dating now?"

"Well, fucking, yes. And before you ask, no, I'm not mad at her for fucking him after me. I really couldn't care less who's giving it to who as long as no one touches my current men."

"Men?" Wendy raised her brow.

Bebe glanced back at her a moment and shrugged, "I kind of still have my crush on Kyle. I kinda sorta hate Stan."

Wendy stilled and stared up at her. "If you liked him, why did you break up with him?"

"Because he wasn't really into it and I could tell," she shrugged, turning back around and slinking a bit into her chair. "I could see that we weren't the most compatible match so I decided to cut it short and sweet so neither one of us was just doing the other a favor by going out with them, ya know?"

"In a way, that was noble," she patted her shoulder, going back to work. "I hate Stan, too, as you well know," she said with a sneer to her voice. "Bastard dumps me to go be butt-buddies with Broflovski."

Bebe glanced at her in the mirror sympathetically, "That was a dick move but face it, you weren't happy to begin with. And he broke it off a few weeks before they started dating."

Wendy hmphed, her dark eyes following long cascading curls as she sighed. "I know. And honestly, I don't miss the bastard. I don't know why I stayed with him as long as you did."

Bebe scoffed, throwing the magazine onto the dresser and staring up at her. "Oh please, you miss the fuck out of him. You two were on and off for ten goddamn years."

"Well there's a reason it went 'off' so many times," she muttered.

"Because you hate the idea of committing yourself to any man?" she folded her hands and smirked.

"No, because I wasn't fond of the idea of committing to that man," Wendy replied, pulling back from her hair. "Okay, I think it's as good as we can get it," she remarked.

Bebe swished her brushed curls over her shoulder, gently running her fingers through the soft, detangled bliss and sighing contently. "I always think I should cut this mess off but goddamn I love my hair."

"We all do," Wendy smirked, falling back onto Bebe's bed. She nuzzled down into the red comforter as her friend sat next to her, petting her head soothingly.

"What's wrong, Hon?" Bebe asked softly.

"I don't know...," she responded blankly, watching the twirling of the ceiling fan above them. She inhaled and couldn't help but feel a smile twinge on her lips. She loved the smell of Bebe's room. She'd spent years over here, and the scent of vanilla and lavender was always prevalent amidst various odors of hair sprays and perfumes.

"Yes you do," the blonde broke off her contentedness. "You hate the fact that Stan is with someone who isn't you."

She looked into hazel eyes and her mouth formed into a small pout. "Well...," she sat up, pulling her hair out of it's bun and letting it fall gently over her shoulders. "Did he have to get with Kyle of all people?" she said quietly.

Bebe blinked, "You love Kyle though, you always thought he was a good person."

"And that's the problem," she emphasized. "Look if he'd gone out with...I don't know...Kenny or Millie or any other person known for putting out and that alone, I wouldn't have minded so much. But..."

"But Kyle can make him happy," Bebe nodded. "He's actually somewhat stable."

"Exactly. I don't like the idea of Stan being happy. Well, not like that I mean I hope he would be someday...but not in my face," she growled.

Bebe patted her before standing and walking over to her nightstand, "It's an act," she said nonchalantly, reaching into the second drawer and pulling out a bag of chocolates, tossing them beside her friend.

Wendy blinked, reaching in and pulling out a caramel-filled sweet, "Whaddya mean?"

Bebe smirked, standing in front of her with a candy in hand. She tossed it back and forth between her delicate fingers and began pacing in front of her slowly. "They're not happy," she shook her head. "Think about it, they've been best friends since what, pre-school, before that?"

"Yeah...," she nodded, hoping Bebe had a goddamn point because this wasn't exactly making her feel better.

"Have you noticed that they're not quite so best-friendsly anymore?" she quirked her brow, popping the candy into her mouth.

Wendy furrowed her own, looking down around the floor. "I...I don't know what you mean," she looked back up at the blonde. "Every time I see them they're laughing or whatever."

"Stan might be laughing, but Kyle? Kyle not so much," she said definitely, leaning with her arms crossed against her dresser. "He's as unhappy as you were with Stan."

"You think so?" she asked, "how do you figure?"

"Okay well one, the text Annie just sent," she waved her phone in the air a bit. "And we both know Kyle. We both know Stan. They're great at being best friends but...a terrible couple," she shook her head. "They're finally out of the honeymoon phase and Kyle is starting to realize that he fucked up."

"Why wouldn't they be a good couple though?" Wendy raised her brow, chewing her candy thoughtfully. "I mean, I don't want to defend them or anything because God knows I hate it, but, why wouldn't they click?"

Bebe shrugged, "Stan is an idiot and Kyle is too stubborn to admit that he fucked up. That's why you two didn't work, isn't it?" she looked at her accusingly.

"Well Stan didn't really work for the relationship...," she bit her lip.

"Exactly. And you know that our favorite little Jew won't take that. He thinks relationships are supposed to be equal, which, let's face it, he's right they should be. Stan's never been willing to work for it, not since he got you back the first time," she said.

Wendy opened her mouth before it slowly shut itself. She couldn't argue with that, Stan was much more interested in playing sports or video games or, frankly, hanging out with Kyle more than he was stabilizing any relationship with her.

"Face it, Doll," Bebe continued. "You may say you don't like Kyle for stealing Stan, but you two are exactly alike. Honestly it was one of the reasons I couldn't keep up the relationship with him," she chuckled. "I couldn't stand the thought of dating you."

"Hey now I'm fantastic and you'd be damn lucky to have me," she smirked.

Bebe shook her head with a smile, "Think about it for a minute. Stan and Kyle? They're just like us. We know each other's secrets, and I mean the darkest ones," she raised her brows at her. "We know each other inside and out and are perfectly aware of how one should be able to function in a relationship. There's no room for doubt with us, and you know that there's none for them."

Wendy nodded, a thoughtful look over her face. "When did you become the relationship guru?" she asked teasingly.

"Since everybody thought I gave a fuck about their problems and started texting me at every goddamn squabble," she rolled her eyes. "I'm tired of being stuck in the gossipy cheerleader category."

"But you are a gossipy cheerleader," she pointed out.

"Only to you and a very select group of people who I know keep their mouths shut," she pouted. "And come on, the last text was about both of our exes, it's nice to keep tabs on them, ya know?"

"Yeah," she nodded. "Though from the sounds of it, they may be each other's exes if they keep this shit up."

"Not gonna lie," Bebe said, grabbing her phone and flipping to Annie's message. "For Kyle's sake I hope he breaks it off soon."

"Why for his? Why not Stan's?" Wendy asked.

Bebe's fingers flew across the touchscreen, typing back 'Well we knew this was coming. But why is Kenny getting involved? Whose side is he on?'

"Bebe!"

"Huh?" she looked up and blinked at her dark hair friend on the bed.

"Why not for Stan's sake," she repeated, the words seething off her tongue.

Bebe shrugged, "Because Stan can jump back from any break up pretty fast anymore. Kyle is getting too invested for his own good. And you just know he thinks he has to keep this relationship going or else he'll lose not only his boyfriend...,"

"But his best friend, too," Wendy said softly. "Oh boy. Yeah, we are never dating."

"Not gonna lie, that is kind of relieving," Bebe laughed.

"Should we try to help the two of them?" Wendy said, not quite sure of why. God knows she didn't want Stan to be happy, or upset, really she didn't want him to be anything. "Who knows them better than us?"

"Well Ken for one," she smirked.

Wendy nodded, feeling a bit stupid at that. "Yeah but isn't he a bit more biased towards Kyle?" she asked.

"Yeah, but you know he'd try to help him see what's right to do," Bebe pointed out.

"True," she mused. "But maybe we should help the two idiots out a little. I mean, they obviously need a push in the right direction."

"More like thrown off a goddamn cliff," she rolled her eyes. She felt her phone buzz and looked down, her eyes scanning and her mouth dropping bit by bit.

"Bebe?" Wendy sat up, "What is it?"

The blonde finished reading and looked up, blinking slowly. "So...Kenny may have more than a little bias. You won't believe what Annie just told me."

A/N: I love Wendy and Bebe so damn much. Idk why but writing them is always pretty fun. I think because my RL best friend is definitely the Bebe to my Wendy. I basically just write the two of us, pft.

Thanks for R&Ring!