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Once again Kyle awoke with a groan. All of a sudden he remembered the voices he heard "Hello?" He asked still feeling a little groggy. "Hello Kyle" The voice giggled "Long time no see hey?" Is it? Was it? "Bebe?" He asked feeling confused. Wasn't he meant to be saying something to Stan? He couldn't remember what he wanted to say to him so badly.
She giggled again and turned on a light. Her Straight black hair flowed past her shoulders and she had a purple jumper on "Bebe's upstairs" Wendy said "I can get her if you like" And she turned to go up the stairs "NO!" He said all of a sudden "I…. Sorry but I'd rather not… It umm… Might be a bit awkward after…. You know… Last time" He finished lamely. She gave him a pitiful look and said "She's forgiven you" but didn't elaborate. "But she's still a bit stung"
Kyle sighed "That's understandable" He muttered. His last encounter with Bebe Stevens wasn't pretty. He had just finished doing business with a client when she walked up to him from behind and put her hands over his eyes saying "Guess who?" Kyle had panicked, thinking it was one of his enemies or another dealer trying to steal his money, he had punched Bebe down. When he turned around and saw her shocked face he tried to explain but she had ran off crying. "You know I didn't mean it don't you Wendy? I thought it was… Some one else"
"So you just hit random people?" She asked sounding annoyed. He sat up slightly and felt like he was about to spew up. Nobody except Stan, Kenny, Scotch, Towelie, himself and his clients knew what business he was in. "I thought it was one of the boys playing a trick on me" He improvised.
She just clicked her tongue and said "Boys are so weird" All of a sudden her voice became strangely soft "I- I heard about Cartman… I'm so sorry to hear that... You know… He's passed away" She said turning away from Kyle. Kyle felt his stomach drop. Eric was dead. He hadn't really forgotten, but his brain had been slow on the uptake, he suddenly felt like ice had slid down his stomach.
He got off the couch in Wendy's lounge room and made for the door. "Where are you going?" Wendy asked shrilly. "I've gotta find Stan"
"You can't go out! It's late and when we found you on the pavement you were nearly dead!"
Kyle remembered the other voices he had heard "What do you mean we?"
"Bebe, Red, Heidi, Polly, Tabitha and I were out walking when we found you. Their all up stairs playing truth or dare."
"Who are Polly and Tabitha?"
"Some chicks in my art class but that's not what matters! You're sick! You can't go out there! At least not alone" Wendy had muttered the last sentence more to herself then Kyle.
He sighed "Fine you can come with me. But nobody else can ok?"
She looked relieved that he didn't have enough energy to argue "Where are we going?" She asked slipping her gloves on and unlocking the door for him.
"To Stan's. Before it's too late" He thought the last sentence to himself as he and Wendy set off in the cold, dark night.
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"This isn't a good idea"
"Trust me… It's the only way"
"If you give me a minute, I can think of another one"
"It's the only way he's not going to lie to us"
"But we should be looking for Kyle!"
"Hey if Kyle was stupid enough to walk out of hells pass after being stabbed it's not my fault! He's probably just overdosed or something"
"I don't think he was taking drugs… Just dealing them"
"I don't care what you think Kenny" Stan said even more coldly then his last sentence and Kenny immediately shut up.
"Now you're going to listen up good Towel ok?"
"If I could just get high I could maybe listen a bit better" The towel said trying to escape. It was no use though. He was roped to the chair nice and tight.
"You're not getting high ever again unless you give me the truth. Got that?"
The towel nodded silently. He needed a fix badly but for some reason the kid with the crazy poofy hat was refusing.
"You got my best friend in the whole world into your sick little business. Then you got my parents into it. And then I used some on another friend and as a result, another of my friends is dead. I think you owe me Towelie… Isn't that right Kenny?"
Kenny was terrified at how quickly his friend had transformed "Well… I-It wasn't exactly… He didn't mean… It was their…" He sighed in frustration and fear "I believe everybody is responsible for their own choices in life. So no… I don't think he owes you. I think Kyle, your parents, Scotch and that drunk driver owe you… I also think you owe yourself… After all it was you who injected Butters… The towel doesn't owe us anything."
Stan's eyes flashed manically but Kenny stood his ground. He may have been scared but he wasn't going to show it. Towelie had no idea what those wacks were talking about… But he listened because he needed to get high.
"I shouldn't have asked a stupid pervert like you" He said and he pulled a knife out of his jeans pocket. Kenny gasped and took a step back but Stan had no intention of using it on another friend. Just the towel.
"Now Towelie… Tell me-"
He was cut off as the door burst open. "Wendy? What are you doing here? Kyle?"
"Stan stop!" Kyle said cautiously "Put the knife down"
"Why? This Towel hurt a lot of my friends"
"Stan don't do it there's something you gotta know…"
"Great! Just fucking great! Another fucking secret, haven't you ruined my life enough Kyle?"
Kyle was stung. Though part of him didn't blame Stan for what he had said. "Not a secret. No. My story."
"It's not that Kyle! I don't know you! You're not the person I know anymore. My super best friend wanted nothing to do with drugs. You changed Kyle. You changed"
"I didn't change Stan. I'm still the same person I always was. I just had a secret. Listen; when you come from a strict upbringing like mine you tend to get rebellious thoughts. You start wondering what would happen if you break the rules. Then Towelie came and showed me what happens. It was great to be doing something my parents didn't know or approve of. Soon I couldn't stop. I didn't do any drugs (at this point Kenny gives Stan an 'I told you so' look) but dealing them felt so… Naughty without doing any damage to me… At least that's what I thought."
"You never told me" Stan said quietly.
"I couldn't… Not after Butters"
"MY NAME IS NOT BUTTERS ANYMORE!" Everyone in the room turns around to see the last person they wanted to. "I have some unfinished business that cannot wait for Trent Boyett!"
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Thx for being patient and im sorry it's a late update (again) but I had to do a spring clean of my room in winter :( and that took like 3 hours…. Thx again plz review :P