Katy's P.O.V.

Talking to Bebe about my situation was a lot easier than I thought it would be. When I first told Wendy, we stayed up all night discussing it. When I told Kenny, he wouldn't stop asking questions. But when I told Bebe it was more of an "Oh okay," and when I asked her if she could be my "girlfriend," she agreed to that too. The conversation was over in about two minutes.

When I got home, I told my mom that there's a girl I want to start dating. She sounded skeptical that I managed to get a girlfriend the day after she told me to. I don't blame her. So I asked Bebe to come over for a few minutes before we went to her house to hang out with Kyle and Kenny.

Bebe knocks politely before I let her in. She's wearing red flats, tight black leggings, and a low-cut red sweatshirt. She looks slutty, but not too slutty, which is perfect for getting my mom to like her.

"Hey." She says, stepping forward to hug me. I've never hugged Bebe before. She's trying to put on a show to impress my mom. "You must be Mrs. Harris!" She releases the hug to extend a handshake to my mother.

"Yes, and you're name is Bebe, right?" Says my mom.

"Yup! Bebe Stevens."

"My daughter's told me so much about you."

No I haven't.

"I'm sure she has. I hope you don't mind if I borrow her for the evening."

"Not at all! You guys have fun."

"Can I use your bathroom first?"

"Of course, it's upstairs, first door on your left."

"Thank you!" Bebe walks upstairs in her normal skippy fashion, her long blonde curls bouncing with every step.

"That's who you're dating?" Asks my mom. By the tone of her voice I can't tell if she's happy or disappointed.

"Yeah..?" I say sheepishly.

"Good!"

"Huh?"

"She's polite and absolutely gorgeous, I didn't think you had it in you to date someone like her." She says. I know I shouldn't feel offended, considering we're not actually dating, but that kind of hurt.

"That's what I was thinking when you first started dating Cindy."

My mom pauses for a bit before saying "touché."

Bebe hops back down the stairs.

"Okay." She says, grabbing my hand and linking my fingers with hers. "Ready to go, Kay?"

I hum along to The Offspring's You're Gonna Go Far Kid as it plays from Bebe's laptop.

"I can't believe you've never heard this song before." I say over the music. I comb my fingers through Kenny's hair and trim it a bit with Bebe's scissors. His hair falls lightly onto the sheet put on the ground. Like little sandy-blonde feathers.

"I don't have money to buy songs or anything, and we don't own a radio. The only time I hear music is when we go to the mall or something." He replies, shifting a bit in his chair.

"Stop moving." I scold. "Do you want to loose an ear?"

"You know." Says Bebe "This song sort of reminds me of Craig." She's currently putting on acrylic nails at her desk, instead of doing homework.

"I know what you mean." Says Kyle. He's sitting on Bebe's bed, actually doing his homework. "I heard he got expelled."

"Really?" I ask. "Well he did beat the crap out of Cartman."

"Yeah." Says Kyle, focusing back into his work. The song eventually ends and a new one comes up. It's House Of Gold by Twenty One Pilots.

"Hey I actually know this song!" Exclaims Kenny.

"Really? You know this, but not You're Gonna Go Far Kid?" I ask.

"Like I said, I only hear music when it plays in the mall or something." The song's lyrics are simple, so he starts singing along.

Kenny's voice is good. Actually his voice is really good. I stop cutting his hair to listen to him. His voice gives me goosebumps. The type of goosebumps you only get when listening to a great song.

"Hey are you done with my haircut?" He asks, snapping me out of my trance.

"What? No, I just...where'd you learn to sing?" I start trimming his hair again.

"I took opera lessons in third grade, but other than that, I didn't. Why? Do I sound good?"

"Good?!" Exclaims Bebe. "You sound amazing! You could totally do that for a living."

"You think?"

"Totally." I say. "I mean I may be slightly biased since I'm your girlfriend, but I think you sound better than a lot of pop stars right now."

"You know who you sound like?" Asks Bebe.

"Who?" He asks.

"You know that singer from that band?"

"..."

"You know, that singer! From that….that band?" She insists.

"I don't think you could be any less specific." I say.

"It's the lead singer from that alternative rock band. Or maybe it was alternative pop. Is that a thing? Alternative pop?"

"Brendon Urie?" I ask.

"No."

"Gerard Way?"

"No."

"The guy Kenny was singing along with? Tyler Joseph I think."

"No."

"I have no idea who any of those guys are." Says Kenny.

"Whatever, It'll come to me." She starts adding a layer of red polish onto the acrylics.

"I think I'm done." I say, putting down the scissors. Kenny stands up and brushes off his Parka. I grab a handheld mirror from Bebe's desk and hand it to Kenny.

"You sure you've never done this before?" He asks, examining his reflections.

"Never."

"Well it looks great!"

"Thanks!"

"You want to go to cosmetology school with me?" Asks Bebe.

"Never considered it."

"Well maybe you should. I need someone I know to go with me."

"I still have a few years before I have to decide."

"I know."

Kyle closes his textbook and sighs.

"You guys wanna hear something interesting?" He says.

"Sure?" I ask.

"Ike's going to start taking some courses at the high school."

"Isn't he only in seventh grade?" Asks Kenny.

"Yeah, but he's a genius. My parents adore it."

"Is that why you're taking all these honors classes? To compete with your little brother?" I ask.

"Maybe. I don't know."

"Who knew Canadians were so talented." Says Kenny.

Bebe slams her palms onto the table, making me jump.

"PIERE BOUVIER!" She shouts.

"Huh?" I ask in utter confusion.

"Lead singer of Simple Plan. A Canadian band. Kenny sounds like him!"

"Oh." I look up at Kenny. "I guess he kind of does."

"Let's do karaoke!" Says Bebe, reaching for her laptop. "First singer: Kenny, first song: Simple Plan's Welcome To My Life."

"Hey I know that one!" Says Kenny.