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Prom Night

"Wendy, give that back!"

Red chased me around my room with one set of her eyelashes blackened from the mascara I had just stolen from her.

It was prom night, so Red, Bebe and I were running around my room and bathroom frantically trying to put on our dresses, do our makeup, and do our hair all at the same time. One corner had a hair straightener heating up and another corner had a curling iron. On my bed were various hair products, nail polishes, and makeups galore.

"No, no, no! I need it more!" I chanted, running to find an available mirror, for Bebe had claimed my large bathroom one as hers.

However, I ran into my bathroom where Bebe was, pushed her aside playfully, --"Hey!"-- and started using the mascara.

"Wendy, give me the mascara!" Red shouted, seriously starting to get pissed now.

"Red, you can have it back as soon as I'm done with it! I'll be fast, I promise."

Red groaned, folded her arms across her chest, and started tapping her foot impatiently against the ground.

"Can't you use a different color, Wendy?" she complained.

"No, I like this thick, black mascara."

Red whined.

As promised, I quickly finished with the mascara and gave it back to her.

"Was it that bad of a wait?" I asked her curiously.

"It was like hell," she said, but then smirked so I knew my actions were accepted. She pushed me out of the way gently and began to put the mascara on her other eyelashes.

I went over to my bed and searched in the endless piles of makeup for my sparkling eyeliner. I finally found it and used a small purple pocket mirror to make sure I didn't screw it up.

"Oooooh I like that!" Bebe exclaimed, looking at me from her mirror.

I smiled in thanks. I added finishing touches to my face, and they stripped down to put my dress on.

"Red, can you help me zip this up?" I asked going over to her once I finished positioning the dress properly.

I turned around for her. She grabbed the zipper and whipped it up my back.

"Thanks," I said.

"No problem," she replied.

I ran over to the other side of the room and took the scorching hot curling iron to curl my hair.

After Red was in her dress, she went to sit by me to help me with parts of my hair I couldn't reach. Meanwhile, Bebe had just finished her makeup and went over to put her dress on. She spent a while positioning it on her body perfectly and by the time she was finished I was done with my whole self.

"What do you think?" I asked them, turning in a circle for them to see me at all angles.

"Beautiful!" Bebe trilled.

"Great!" Red exclaimed.

I sat down behind Red to help her with the rest of her hair. Bebe then sat down next to the hair straightener and began to work at her golden hair.

Red finished, and I told her that she looked amazing.

"Thanks," she said.

Bebe took forever with the straightener. If there was just the slightest amount of wave she would freak out and flatten it. Finally, after about thirty minutes, she was finished. Her hair fell down like a straight sheet around her face. She then ran over to the curling iron and began curling the bottom of her hair. After it was done, her hair was very straight at the top, but very soft, and then it curled at the bottom as a finishing touch. It looked amazing.

"Well? Do I look nice?" Bebe questioned while twirling around for us.

Red and I stood gaping, so she took that as a yes.

Bebe ran over and took her camera out of her little Coach purse that she had brought and began snapping photos of all of us. After the long photo shoot ended, it was about eight o'clock at night. Stan, Kyle, and Kenny were supposed to be picking us all up around now.

Just as I was thinking about it, the doorbell rang. All three of us looked at each other, squealed, and ran downstairs to greet the boys.

I threw open the door, revealing Stan, dressed in a blue tux, Kyle, dressed in a brown tux, and Kenny, dressed in a black tux.

"Oh, you all look so beautiful!" My mom's voice floated through the room from the kitchen doorway.

"Um… thanks, Mom," I told her sheepishly. She smiled and left to go up to her bedroom.

I moved aside to let the boys in, and then they all stood looking over their girlfriends appreciatively. Kyle's eyes were bugging out of his head; I wouldn't be surprised if they popped out onto the floor.

Bebe giggled and walked over to Kyle and started kissing him.

"Woah, Red. That's pretty sexy," said Kenny, looking her up and down over and over again. Red decided to act like Bebe and she slammed into him with a kiss.

Stan grinned while watching the other two, but then decided to look away and lock eyes with me. "Well I guess that just leaves you and me."

I smiled and decided to conform to what Bebe, Kyle, Red, and Kenny were all doing. I reached up and slid my arms around his neck and our lips met in a kiss.

After a minute I seemed to forget where I was. It was like all that mattered was Stan. Nothing else exited except Stan. All I could and would ever feel was Stan. But then I remembered where I was and where we all needed to be going. I broke apart from Stan and said, "Don't we need to get going…?"

"Ah, yeah. I kind of forgot…" he said while a hardly noticeable but still pink blush came to his cheeks.

"Um, guys? GUYS!" I screamed when I didn't get a response.

They all looked over.

"Ready to go to prom?"

"Ooooh yeaaaaah…" they all said.

"Hey screw prom I was totally happy where this was going," Kenny commented while eyeing Red seductively.

Red giggled but slapped his cheek lightly. Kenny smirked and grabbed her for another kiss.

"No, dude, we gotta go," said Kyle, pulling Kenny away from Red. "Just hold her hand and let's get in the car. You guys can go bang after prom," he added.

Red blushed. "We will not do that!"

"Just remember to use protection," Kyle added jokingly.

Red looked downright insulted, but Kenny just looked away mischievously, grabbed Red's hand, and led her out the door followed by everyone else.

Stan, Kyle, Bebe, and I all exchanged glances, thinking about Red and Kenny. Would they really go do that after prom?

We all shuffled into Kenny's car with Kenny and Red in the front seats and Kyle and Stan in the backseats with me and Bebe in their laps. It was pretty crammed, but we managed.

Prom was at our high school in the gym. Our hick town was too cheap and poor to do anything else for us. Senior prom was outside; that was the only difference.

We finally got there, and all of the boys took the girls in there arms, holding us like babies. We giggled and screeched for them to put us down, but we all know we really liked it.

They carried us in like this, but they paused at the door to have pictures taken. Great, my prom picture will be me being cradled in Stan's arms. Actually, that's not that bad.

We all walked in after that was finished, only to be greeted by extremely loud, blaring music. They guys put us down and pulled us onto the dance floor.

"Stan, I'm not a very good dancer," I told him sheepishly.

"That's okay, neither am I. But it's all just freak dancing and grinding in high school so I guess that doesn't take much skill. But I mean, we don't have to do that if you don't want…" he trailed off.

I looked over and watched Red and Kenny, who were already grinding front-to-back. Kenny's hands were all over her as she freak danced into him. I thought Kenny must have been pretty horny with Red dancing on him like that, cause she was rubbing all over him.

"Um, I've never really danced like that before with a guy, but I guess I could give it a try," I told Stan, "but let's go over to Kyle and Bebe instead of Red and Kenny," I added after I saw them. Their grinding was a lot more civilized than the other two.

I took Stan's hand and led him over to where Kyle and Bebe were dancing.

"Hey Kyle, you're definitely getting some, eh?" Stan asked sarcastically.

"Shut up asshole," Kyle replied, sounding slightly playful but slightly serious.

Stan stood next Kyle and I put my back to his front and started dancing. Wow, that was awkward.

"Isn't this fun?" Bebe asked me.

"Uh, it's a little odd—"

"—but fun" she finished for me.

"Um, I guess?" I said. It sounded more like a question.

Bebe grinned at me.

After a little while of dancing, talking, and drinks, a slow song came up. I exhaled in relief. Grinding wasn't my specialty, but slow dancing was easy and romantic. I turned around and put my arms around Stan's neck as he wrapped his around my waist. We danced closely, it was more like we were hugging and swaying because we allowed no space between our bodies.

I rested my head against his shoulder and breathed in his scent. He smelled slightly like cologne, but his regular smell was still present. I breathed in heavily; I never wanted to forget it.

"I love you," Stan whispered softly in my ear.

I lifted my head up and stared into his clear eyes.

"I love you too," I said. Then I closed my eyes and leaned in until we met in a soft yet passionate kiss.

"Aw, look," I heard Bebe's voice, obviously talking about me and Stan, but we didn't care. Our lips stayed interlocked for the rest of the song.

Even after a fast song came back on, we stayed together, in our own world filled only of each other.

"Guys?" Kyle's voice was right next to us.

Stan stopped kissing me for a second, but his lips were still touching mine as he whispered, "Go away, Kyle." He then continued to kiss me.

"No dudes, seriously. Bebe and I can't find Red and Kenny anywhere, so we are going to go look for them and make sure they didn't go off and do anything stupid."

At this, Stan and I stopped and looked at Kyle and Bebe who both had worried expressions.

"Okay, let's go," I said.

We walked around the school, opening up classroom doors and bathrooms, but there was no sign of Kenny and Red. Once we got to the second floor of the school, we heard muffled scuffling.

"Okay, that's them. We just need to find where they are," Kyle implied.

We walked around to the nearest classrooms, but they weren't in them. That's when we heard Red's girly giggling coming from the janitor's closet.

"Of all the places they could have chosen…" Stan mumbled almost incoherently.

We approached the door and Bebe knocked. We heard gasps, and then it was deathly quiet.

"It's just us," Bebe said. We heard them exhale.

"Well what do you want?" Kenny asked.

"You're not doing anything in there… are you?" Kyle questioned.

"No we are just making out, which Red is very good at," Kenny said, and then Red giggled.

"Of all the places you could have chosen to do that, you chose the classic tiny janitor's closet, Kenny?" Stan asked.

"Duh. I'm classy."

"No, you're retarded."

"Shut up, Stan."

Stan chuckled.

"Well don't do anything stupid," Kyle told them in a very father-like tone.

"Like what, Daddy?" Kenny asked in a baby voice.

"Like accidently get Red pregnant or something."

There was silence.

"I wouldn't do that," Kenny said confidently, "I'm not retarded—"

"And neither are you classy," Stan interjected.

I laughed.

"Stan, seriously."

"I wouldn't let him get me pregnant. If we did anything we would use protection," Red said seriously.

"Well, sometimes you can get caught up in the moment…" Bebe said. The three of us that were not in the closet stared at her.

"Uh, I didn't say that," Bebe said quickly.

"Yes you did," Kenny reminded her.

"Shut up man-whore," Bebe said. She sounded irritated, yet sarcastically.

"Shut up slut," Kenny told her.

Bebe's eyes bugged out of her head. Tears started to show themselves, and before one dropped she ran away.

"ASSHOLE!" Kyle shouted. He ripped open the door to reveal Kenny and Red. Red smacked Kenny hard on the face. Kyle dived in for a punch but Stan restrained him.

"LET ME GO!" screamed Kyle as he struggled to break free of Stan's incredible vice-grip.

"No," said Stan.

"HE CALLED MY GIRLFRIEND A SLUT!" raged Kyle, who now looked half crazed.

"I didn't mean—" Kenny attemped to choke out. He looked utterly terrified. For once, his confident attitude was gone. Kyle didn't usually have outbursts like this except for with Cartman.

"Um, I'm going to go find Bebe. You guys should work this out," I told them.

"I'm coming too," said Red.

We both ran down the hallway to go find Bebe.

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AN: Personally, I don't think that was the greatest chapter in the world because it was pretty random at the end. But I needed to end the chapter, so I left it with a REALLY weak cliffhanger. Actually, it was so weak, that I wouldn't even consider it a cliffhanger. Ah, well. Please leave reviews!