A/N: ok so sorry about the long gap in updates but my computer crashed and I only just got my new Mac-book. Oh, and this whole chapter is in Bebe's POV.
"Ok class, for your history project you have to work with a partner in researching and creating a presentation on an important part of American history." Mrs. Grabbscok announces as everyone settles down, "I am allowing you to choose whom you work with and the subject you present, however the work you produce counts 35 towards your final grade, so pick wisely."
I try to get Wendy's attention, but she walks straight to Stan's side. Everyone else it seems has someone to work with. Fuck. My eyes skim the room for someone, anyone, who isn't already paired up, and they land on the only person in the class without a partner.
"Hey Kenny!" he sees me and slides into the seat next to mine.
"So, history."
"Umm… yeah."
"Ok I'm bored, wanna skip?"
"We can't skip." Can we normally I sleep through history, I mean who needs to know what happened in the past, it's the past for Christ's sake, so I miss a lot. "Can we?"
"Sure, just go out the back." He sounds confident like he's done it a hundred times before, maybe he has. He flashes me his mischievous smile and takes my hand. He leads me out the door at the back of the room, I'm now standing in a store cupboard that has another door out to the hall, and we take that one.
"Ok where now?" there's about 50 minutes of lesson left and I can't think for the life of me where we can go.
"How about the roof?" the roof is he serious? He seems it. And once again he takes my hand, his palms are so soft, and our hand fit together perfectly. "Come on, just up here." I follow him up a couple of flights of stairs and through another door; whoa we really are on the roof. It's beautiful up here; I can just see South Park in a valley off to the right.
"Won't we get caught up here?" I ask as he takes a seat leaning back putting his weight on his hands.
"Nah, no one ever comes up here, my brother showed it to me, cool huh?"
"Yeah, definitely." I reply taking a seat next to him. This sure beats history class. I glance at him, the light up here makes it look like he's glowing, the sun's rays dancing in his hair, the purl white flash of teeth, it's then that a stupid but completely relevant thought hit me. "Ya know people are going to think we're fucking."
"People get misconceptions."
"Who said it has to be a misconception?" I straddle him and he smiles, oh that killer smile.
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I'm feeling shitty again, god there's something wrong with my head, this infatuation just isn't leaving my system. I think I'll take a walk. I've been doing that a lot lately. The clock in the hallway is flashing 23:53 but I leave anyway, hopefully I won't see anyone this late at night, because I look as much as a mess as I feel.
I walk, just walk, trying to keep my head clear, trying very hard not to think of him or my friends or school or my parents. When I finally stop not thinking to light a cigarette I have no idea where I am, I mean I know I'm still in South Park but I've never been in this part of town before. I take a drag and sit on the curb, I can't fucking believe I've gotten myself lost.
"Your on the wrong side of the tracks the wrong time of night, aren't you Bebe?" oh thank god.
"Kenny! Do you know where I am?" he looks at me confused.
"Sure, welcome to the ghetto."
"What? How did I get here?"
"Erm… I'm guessing you walked."
"well duh."
"Bebe how can you walk somewhere and not know how you got there?"
"Oh umm. I was trying too clear my head." He smiled at me,
"Wanna talk about it? Could help." Well why not? I mean it's already late.
"Sure."
"Well then lets get out of the cold." so I stood up, we went into one of them cheap roadside diners and he bought some coffee. I told him everything I'd been trying not to think about, I spilled my heart out and he helped, he listened and gave solutions, but the best part the part I saved 'til last was when I told him about my 'little infatuation' he said he'd been feeling the same way too, for about the same length of time and we decided that we should just see how things went, because to be honest nether of us really do dating.
When I walked threw my front door at about 2 am I felt so much better. Who'd of thought talking to Kenny would make me feel so much better.
Wednesdays piss me off, I have cheer practice in the morning, which quite frankly has become more of a chore than it once was, then I have that fucking music thing instead of study hall and I really need study hall at the moment because my parents are been rather loud, in the worst possible way.
"So see you at lunch Bebe."
"Yeah, bye Millie." And she headed of in the other direction. When I walk into the music room everyone else is already there, Kenny looks kinda pissed off, but Craig it seems has got into the swing of things, for Tweek's sake most likely I mean they are fucking.
"Hey Bebe what's up?" Kenny asks when he sees me.
"Nothin', what did I miss?
"Not much, we're just trying to convince Kenny to sing "when we die', oh and Bebe you need to do something." Clyde said.
"Well what do you want me to do? And Ken you should totally sing that song I love it." I swear I can see Kenny blush at my last words but before I can say anything Pip says;
"Well, we need someone to manage things if you want."
"I was thinking more along the lines of wardrobe." I reply my eyes skimming across them. Pip has the whole British punk movement thing going on, Clyde looks well nerdy, Craig and Tweek look normal and Kenny has the whole I-make-poor-a-fashion-statement thing down. "'Cos lets face it you need it."
"Ok, can we please play the fucking song now?" Craig pipes up.
"Yeah." The music broke out and Kenny's voice washed over me.
I really do love this song. My friend always take digs at the style of music I like, see I'm not really a band person, I like a song for the some, not because I'm into the band or artist or whatever, that makes Wendy laugh because she says it shows I'm indecisive, but what does she know, just because I like everything from metal to dance doesn't mean I can't decide on things in life.
The song comes to an end just as someone opens the door, "Ms. Evans says to tell who ever it is playing that music to turn it down because it's disturbing her class." Kyle's voice calls out.
"Well you can tell Ms. Evans to take her complaint and stick it up her ass."
"Whoa, was that you singing Ken? That was really good, can you guys play summer of '69?"
"If Kenny can sing it then yeah."
"Cool. See ya." They did play summer of '69, and a couple of other songs; I managed to get some sketches of what I think there look should be. I was on my way to the cafeteria when Kenny caught up with me.
"Bebe you know how I said I was looking for a place of my own?"
"Yeah."
"Well I think I found it, will you come to the viewing with me?"
"Sure, when is it?"
"Sunday morning."
"I'll be there."