Big Brother: South Park Edition

Week 4 – "The Week Where It's Viewers' Choice" (Part 3)

Early the next morning, Kyle scrunches his face as the sunlight beams through the window of the HOH room, the redhead stirring lightly on the mattress at the disturbance. Kyle yawns and sits up, stretching his arms out. He blinks twice as his vision slowly clears around him, his stomach dropping when he notices the left side of his bed is empty, his ex-girlfriend's presence replaced by an envelope perched delicately on the pillow next to him. Kyle tilts his forehead before grabbing the envelope and cradling it in his palm. He sits in silence as he stares straight ahead at the closed HOH room door, feeling like he is almost mourning the loss of a loved one as his heart beats rapidly in his throat.

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Meanwhile, across the house, Bebe yawns as she slowly opens her eyes, her bed a lot stuffier than she originally remembers. She turns to the side, nearly knocking into a naked Clyde in the process. Horrified, Bebe looks down, quickly covering up her own nudity, this whole circumstance seeming like a bad dream. She fumbles backwards, nearly hitting her head against the wall, the abruptness of her movements jostling her bed buddy awake. Bebe screams as Clyde locks eyes with her, kicking the brunette back with her foot. Her shrieks echo throughout the girls room, causing Tweek and Craig to jerk awake, the latter so taken off-guard that he falls out of their bed with a thud, dressed in his space pajama pants. Craig groggily glares at the ex-couple.

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Craig Tucker
Aggressive Tweeksexual

Oh, you think that's bad? I had to listen to the two of them going at it last night. I'll never think of the phrase "juicy lime butt time" the same way again. (shivers)

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"Clyde!" Bebe cries, the pitch of her tone so high it could cause an avalanche, "What the hell are you doing in my bed?!"

"What are you talking about, Bebekins. You invited me!" Clyde beams, his ex cringing at the pet name.

Bebe stiffens, clutching the bed sheets in her palms as memories of last night flood into her mind. She groans, "Clyde, you have to listen to me, last night was a mistake," she states, firmly staring into his eyes.

"Oh, there's no mistaking it," Clyde replies, smirking devilishly, "You were all over me."

Bebe winces as she hides her head in her hands, wondering when her judgment flew out the window. She sighs and rubs her aching forehead. "It was one time and now it's over," Bebe mutters, taking one of the sheets and wrapping it around her body, "You and I are not anything, okay? Do you understand?"

Across the room, Craig cringes as he watches the pair's confrontation. He looks down at his boyfriend, who is sitting up in bed, the covers sprawled over him as he lazily fixes his hair. "Come on, babe, let's get out of here," Craig says, tapping Tweek gently on the kneecap. Craig perks his eyebrow as Tweek waves Craig closer to him with his hand. The noirette leans over the mattress.

"I can't," Tweek whispers awkwardly. Craig cocks his forehead as if to ask why, "I can't find my pants," Tweek admits, his cheeks flushing at the confession.

"Come on, Bebe!" Clyde fires, the pair still feuding across the way, "There's no such thing as meaningless sex, right Craig?"

Craig groans, facepalming at the situation, "Please don't drag me into this. If my boyfriend wasn't pants-less, we would've been gone by now," he states, pointing his thumb back at the door.

"Craig!" Tweek whines.

"See, Bebe? Even Craig agrees with me!" Clyde shouts, "If he didn't, he would've told me to go lick a toilet!"

Craig sighs as he defeatedly rolls his eyes, "Alright, we're out of here. Please sort this out like mature individuals, so this house doesn't crash and burn," Craig warns the ex-couple before turning back to the mattress. He leans forward, bunching up the blankets on their bed and pushing them underneath his boyfriend, wrapping them securely around Tweek before picking him up bridal style. Tweek squeaks as he is lifted off the bed and carried out the door.

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Craig Tucker
Aggressive Tweeksexual

I'm just going to say this right now: No one should be having sex in the Big Brother house. And by 'no one' I mean, no one but me and Tweek. – Yes, I am a hypocrite. (smiles)

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Five minutes later, Cartman is moseying around the kitchen area, waiting for his toaster strudel to pop up when Douchebag enters into the kitchen. She walks over to the coffeemaker and turns it on. "Ah, Douchebag. Just the person I wanted to see," Cartman chimes, watching as Douchebag pours some water into the device, the girl raising an eyebrow as the fatass stops beside her, "I feel like we haven't really had a chance to catch up, so…how's your life been post-Kahl? You know, now that you two are totally, 100% over?" he affirms with a menacing tone, forcing a smile. Douchebag turns to the fatass and shrugs. Cartman frowns, knowing he's going to have to take things up a notch if he wants to get anywhere with this no-talker. "You know, he talks about you all the time. It's quite creepy." Douchebag tilts her head, looking slightly flattered by this information, "-Wait, no. He, uh, actually doesn't talk about you at all," Cartman quickly retracts, "He doesn't even remember your name-"

"Hey, Dee," Kyle chimes, approaching his ex from behind with a wave, carrying the letter in his opposing hand, "What's up?" Douchebag turns and waves back as Cartman groans at the redhead's arrival.

"Goddammit, Kiel," Cartman mutters, before turning back to the ex, "But if you're still interested in my offer of killing Heidi, do let me know. I might bump the reward up to six dollars."

Douchebag squints, rubbing her chin ponderously, looking like she is seriously considering this.

Next to her, Kyle sighs. "Dee, no," he replies, "I keep telling you not to get involved with him. I don't want you to end up in prison, especially not because of Heidi. She's not worth it."

"Now, now, Kahl. Let the girl do what she wants," Cartman coos, a smug expression spread across his face, "Speaking of which, why are you still here? All the other exes left like three hours ago."

Douchebag turns to Kyle, shooting him an expression that would appear blank to most people, but Kyle can read like a book. "Token wouldn't let her. I guess Heidi threatened to sue if he didn't space out their exits."

"You got all that by just looking at her face?" Cartman questions; Kyle nods. "God, yew guys are weirdos."

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Wendy Testaburger
Oblivious Rights Activist

I've been having a tough time this week. Honestly, I don't know why. Maybe I'm still mourning the loss of my relationship with Stan. – Yeah, that must be it.

…

Wendy is leaning against the doorway, arms crossed as she watches Douchebag prepare to leave the Big Brother house. Wendy sighs and pushes herself off the wall with her foot. She takes a few steps forward, her shadow partially washing over the house's last remaining ex.

"So, you're leaving, huh?" Wendy speaks up, clearing her throat a bit as Douchebag turns to face her. Douchebag nods. "Well, um, it was nice to see you," Wendy adds, wondering why a hurricane of emotions is barreling through her mind as she stares out at her. Suddenly, Wendy gulps, narrowing her eyes as an unexpected emotion rears its ugly head. Wendy reaches forward and grips Douchebag's bicep, the latter wincing as she squeezes down on the flesh, a dark tone engulfing her voice, "Look, I don't know what your prerogative was in coming here, but I swear to all things that sparkle and glow that you better not hurt that boy again."

"Wendy?" said boy's voice squeaks, causing the raven-haired girl to turn around.

Wendy swallows, quickly letting go of Douchebag's bicep as she locks eyes with Kyle. Wendy's face flushes, feeling like she just got caught in a lie. She looks between Kyle and Douchebag, the latter rubbing her bicep, which is now covered in light scratches. Wendy sweatdrops, "I, uh, have to go," she mutters, quickly exiting the scene before anyone can give it a second thought.

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Wendy Testaburger
Oblivious Rights Activist

Oh my God, what the hell is wrong with me? I'm such an idiot! I just put my and Bebe's entire game in jeopardy because of my stupid emotions. Well, if Kyle's looking for a legitimate reason to put me up and cut me out of his life, he has one now.

…

"Hey," Kyle states, cautiously stepping towards his ex as she hugs her body, "Are you alright?" Douchebag turns to Kyle and nods. "What the hell happened?" he wonders.

Douchebag thinks for a moment before waving her hand down and shrugging it off.

"Oh, well…alright," Kyle replies, his voice wavering slightly, "So, I guess you're going soon, huh?" Douchebag nods, "Oh, well, it was really nice you came. It's great spending time with you," Kyle states sincerely, already feeling the tears welling up in his eyes. Sensing his discomfort, Douchebag leans forward and gently places her hand on his shoulder. "I'm sorry, Dee," Kyle squeaks, his gaze trailing to the carpet, "It's just-usually when you think back to a relationship, it's not as great as you remember it. But with us, it was. I remember everything about us," Kyle confesses, pouring his heart out, "We were great together. We're still great together. I think yesterday proved that."

Kyle sniffs as he lifts his head up, narrowing his eyes at Cartman, who has just walked into the room with a tub of popcorn, eagerly ready to watch the show. Kyle glares at the fatass.

Cartman shifts his eyes, "What?"

"Do you mind?" Kyle huffs, his voice laced with irritation.

"Well, obviously, I don't," he states with a shrug, shoving another handful of the buttery goodness into his mouth.

"Get the fuck out of here before Douchebag farts on you again!"

"Alright, alright, geez! No need to pin the farting vigilante on me," Cartman grumbles, taking off down the hallway with a wave of his hand and a roll of his eyes.

Kyle sighs as he turns back to his ex-girlfriend, feeling the frustrations of what just occurred between him and Cartman just roll down his back. "Anyway, why did you dump me, Dee?" Kyle wonders, brave enough to ask the question that's been burning in his mind every day for the last month, "Things really suck without you."

Douchebag stares at the ground and sighs, "I like you, Kyle, I do," she answers, her eyes shining as she stares up at him, "You were just going too fast; I couldn't handle it. And when I can't handle things, I do exactly what you do – run," she confesses, her words heavy with the truth, "And I didn't want to stay in South Park, and you did. We just wanted different things. It just wasn't going to work."

"But…I still love you," Kyle squeaks, his heart burning with the confession.

"I know," Douchebag nods, releasing a heavy sigh as she stares back down at the carpet, "That's what made it so hard. And I love you too, Kyle, but I don't want you to give up everything just for me. That's not healthy. You want to end up like Heidi and Cartman?"

"God, no!" Kyle cries, giving a small laugh at the question.

"Exactly," Douchebag states with a chuckle, "I just think you need to focus on yourself for a while and what you want. Bebe's right, this opportunity is once in a lifetime, so don't worry about us. Just have fun with it. Have an adventure, Kyle. You deserve it," Douchebag smiles.

"Okay," Kyle replies, having a hard time choking out a response through the newest onslaught of tears rolling down his cheeks, "But does this mean we're over forever?"

Douchebag leans forward and gently pats Kyle once on the shoulder, her gaze intense and heartfelt, "You got that letter I wrote you?" Kyle sniffs and nods, pulling the letter out of his jacket pocket, "Good. Keep it with you. It tells you exactly how I feel about you. But please, don't open it until you truly feel like you're ready for it."

Kyle nods and sniffles once more, wiping his snotty nose on his hand, "Alright. I promise."

"Great," Douchebag replies, the air thick with tension. Douchebag gingerly moves forward and picks up her coat, holding it in her arms as she backs up towards the front door, "Well, I gotta go get going-"

"Wait!" Kyle cries, his ex freezing hesitantly at the door, partially scared at what Kyle is about to say, "Did-did you really see every episode?" he asks with a smile.

Douchebag nods, a grin spreading across her face, "Yep," she answers, giving an audible sigh of relief, "Haven't missed one yet. They always play it at the restaurant. You should be really proud of yourself."

"Thank you," Kyle beams.

"You're welcome," Douchebag states, reaching forward and pulling her ex into a hug. The pair part, South Park's signature farter standing in the doorway as she reaches behind her to twist open the doorknob. She turns to her ex, blushing lightly as she gazes into his eyes, "You're so capable, Kyle," she states genuinely, "I hope you see that," she adds, before stepping through the exit, giving one final, silent wave on her way out the door.

Kyle sighs, placing his hands in his jacket pockets, his right hand glossing over the familiar silver necklace. Kyle's eyes widen as he races over to the closing door. "Dee, wait! Your necklace!" he cries, pulling out the piece of the jewelry and holding it out to her.

Douchebag turns on the porch, smiling at the gesture, "Keep it!" she beams, the door closing the final inch, separating the former couple.

And then she was gone, leaving Kyle alone in the hallway with his thoughts. He sniffs and wipes his nose on his sleeve as he gazes at where she once stood, gripping her letter in his palm.

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Kyle Broflovski
Content Know-it-all

I feel good, I feel…almost complete. (gazes up at the camera) – I'm glad it happened.

…

Clyde strolls down the hallway, whistling a cheerful tune as he makes his way to the storage closet. Clyde stops in his tracks, the storage-room door barely missing his face as it swings open. Tweek steps out, his eyes widening slightly when he makes eye contact with his friend, the blonde sporting a pair of loose-fitting space pajama pants. "Oh, uh, hey, Clyde," Tweek greets.

"Hey, Tweek. Is Craig in there?"

"Yep," he nods.

"Awesome," Clyde states, moseying past Tweek and bursting into the room, "Craig! Craiiiggg!" Clyde practically sings, the noirette raising an eyebrow at him from his seat on the floor, "I have something really important to ask you."

Craig groans, "Please tell me it's not about last night."

"No, no," Clyde answers, waving the concern off with his hand, "Well…maybe. Actually, yes," Craig rolls his eyes. Clyde sweetly clasps his hands in front of his chest, "I just wanted to ask you if you'd like to be my best man, cause me and Bebe are 100% getting back together."

Craig sighs, the response causing Clyde to tilt his forehead in confusion, "Look, do you want me to uncharacteristically sugarcoat what I'm about to say, or do you want me to give you the cold, hard truth?"

"Well, I guess I want the truth," Clyde mutters, plopping down next to him.

"Fine," Craig states, releasing a heavy exhale before looking into the brunette's eyes, "your relationship with Bebe is going nowhere, and it'll always be that way until you learn to be happy with yourself."

"Wow," Clyde says with a nod as he stares blankly at the floor, "That's a lot of wisdom coming from someone who's sitting here in their underwear," Clyde sarcastically spews.

"Clyde, I'm serious," Craig continues, his expression stern but caring, "You always do this. You always jump from relationship to relationship thinking that it's going to make you happy. Your current relationship fizzles and you're miserable until you jump into another one, where you're happy for five seconds until you realize that you still feel empty on the inside."

"Wow, Craig. Thanks for the truth," Clyde rolls his eyes, "And now it's time for me to give you the truth. You, sir, are whipped."

"Excuse me?"

"You're spineless and whipped when it comes to Tweek, Craig," Clyde elaborates, his voice so loud it's ricocheting off the walls, "I'm surprised you can even have this conversation with me without Tweek whispering in your ear telling you what to say."

Craig narrows his eyes at him. "Hey, I'm happy in my relationship, okay? Don't try to drag me down with you. I like that Tweek's more assertive, it means I don't have to overthink anything. Dealing with other people's emotions is confusing enough as it is," he explains with a huff, "And for your information, Tweek didn't make me give him my pajama pants – I offered them to him cause he was uncomfortable walking around this place in his underwear while you were busy ruining things with Bebe. Now, if you're done trying to deflect the conversation onto me, I have some pants to get," Craig declares, before hoisting himself off the ground and heading to the doorway.

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Five minutes later, Wendy and Cartman are sitting side by side at the kitchen island, the pair stewing over their disaster of a morning as they pick at the breakfast on their plates. Cartman sighs as he rests his elbow on the counter, propping his head up with his hand, completely unaware of the fact that he and the girl next to him are upset for the same exact reason. Wendy is glaring frustratedly at the tiled wall in front of them. She gives a heavy sigh.

"Alright, Wendy, I'll bite," Cartman says finally as he glances over at his visibly-distressed housemate, "What's got your panties in a bunch?"

Wendy rolls her eyes. "First, that comment is highly misogynistic and offensive," she scolds him, "Second, why would I bother telling you?"

"Because we both hate each other, which means if we each share our problem, we'll have equal blackmail," Cartman explains as if this is the opening lecture in Villainy 101, "So, what is it? Finally realized you have the hots for Bebe?" he guesses.

Wendy scrunches her forehead, "Why are you so convinced that we're together? We were never together. We're not lesbians."

"Alright, alright, geez. No need to shoot the super hunk," Cartman states, throwing his hands up as he leans back in his chair, "But seriously, Wendy, what is it? Now you've got me interested."

"Nuh-uh. No way. I know what a guy like you does with information like this," Wendy replies, nervously picking at her nails as she stares down at the linoleum. "God, I just don't get what he sees in her," Wendy mutters under her breath, Cartman perking up slightly at the comment.

"What did you just say?"

Wendy blinks twice, "Nothing," she answers, doing her best to look clueless.

"No, you didn't say nothing. That comment was about the Jew, wasn't it?" Cartman elaborates, digging deeper for the gossip, "Oh my God, this is too good. You totally want their relationship to crumble! Maybe even as bad as I do-" Cartman stops in his tracks, Wendy snapping her neck around and widening her eyes at this news, "-I mean, uh, as bad as…everyone else does," Cartman lamely covers. He awkwardly clears his throat into his knuckle. "I, uh, have to go now," he announces, Wendy watching curiously as Cartman hops down from his chair and waddles into the hallway.

"I know I shouldn't really be surprised, but…what the hell was that?" Wendy asks the camera, shooting a peculiar look into its lens.

…

Twenty minutes later, Bebe is sprawled out on her bed, staring up at the ceiling, her mind aching as she mulls over the terrible decisions she made last night while Wendy sits on the bed next to her. "Why did you sleep with Clyde?" Wendy wonders, asking the question that has been buzzing through Bebe's brain all morning, "You know how much he reads into things when it comes to you two. He's probably planning you guys' wedding as we speak!"

"I don't know, okay?" Bebe cries, sitting up on her bed so abruptly that her head spins, "I made it very clear before that I closed that chapter of my life with him, but apparently, last night, I just swung it back open!"

"But why? You were doing so well. You had such strong boundaries."

"I know!" Bebe chimes, "But I was freshly-dumped and apparently horny yesterday, and he tried so hard to win that competition for me that I guess I just…lunged," she states, whispering the last part in embarrassment. "Besides, this isn't the only time one of us has made a questionable decision. I mean, at least I didn't threaten anyone…" Bebe mutters, turning towards the empty wall.

"Look, I already told you, I don't know what came over me," Wendy jumps in, already feeling a bit defensive at the mere mention of her mess-up with Douchebag, "But I'm sorry if I potentially ruined our game this morning."

"So you really think Kyle's going to put you up, huh?"

Wendy sighs as she stares down at her comforter, "I don't know, Bebe, but you know what? I wouldn't blame him if he did," she confesses, fiddling with the fabric. She throws her head back and sighs as she gazes up at the ceiling, "God, I'm such an idiot. We were in the clear, at least until the final five, and I ruined it."

"I wouldn't be so sure that it's over, Wendy," Bebe states with a smile, her hand perched consolingly on her best friend's knee, "It's a long game."

…

Meanwhile, on the other side of the house, Cartman and Kyle are sitting in the HOH room, going through their plans for the upcoming nomination ceremony. "Right now, Kiel, we need to split any pairs that could potentially be more powerful than us. There are two strong pairs in the house that we know of so far: Tweek and Craig, and Wendy and Bebe," Cartman states, the redhead listening intently to his every word, "To play this right for our benefit, we need to target the head of each of these pairs. In my opinion, Craig is the main threat in the Tweek and Craig duo. He's stronger and better at the competitions than Tweek and has too sturdy of a backbone to be pushed around by anyone but his boytoy," Cartman explains, pausing slightly before moving onto the second part of his analysis, "It's hard to target the head of the Wendy and Bebe duo because they're both equally strong. They're both intelligent and good at challenges. It's difficult to see who is calling the shots, so as long as we send one of them home, we should be good."

"So, you don't think there are any other alliances within the group of five?" Kyle asks, cocking his forehead as he processes all of this new information.

Cartman shakes his head. "Nope. No way. None of those guys are intelligent enough to come up with a move like that, Kahl. If we split up the pairs then we'll be golden. Since this week is so essential to the rest of our game moving forward, let's go through each of our housemates, discuss everyone's threat level, and rank them out of ten, so we can determine who we should put up this week."

"Wow. Good idea," Kyle states, somewhat astonished by Cartman's thorough strategy, "Okay, how about Bebe?"

"Bebe is what I call a triple threat. She's good strategically, physically, and socially, but she's not as upfront about it as some of the other housemates. Personally, I think if she makes it to the end, she wins, so I'd rank her a nine out of ten," Cartman explains, Kyle raising an eyebrow at this news.

"I agree with that. Bebe is pretty scary," Kyle adds, "What about Wendy?"

"Wendy is also a tough competitor, but we all knew that going in. The thing that concerns me about Wendy is that she's a natural-born leader who people gravitate to," Cartman says, feeling somewhat icky that he's admitting this about his rival, "She does have a weakness, though. Sometimes she gets too bossy and demanding, which isn't everyone's cup of tea, but with the sob story, I think she has a good chance of winning the money if she makes it to the end. I'd rank her an eight out of ten. She's tough."

"Then there's Clyde," Cartman cuts in before Kyle even has the chance to respond, "Clyde is a bit of a different story. He seemingly has no strategic element to his gameplay, but he is great at the competitions and everyone loves him. In my opinion, a purely social player has no chance at winning this game, but he doesn't really fall under that category," Cartman explains, rubbing his chin ponderously, "The thing that makes Clyde less scary than Bebe and Wendy is that he doesn't think before he does things, so he has the potential to piss a lot of people off along the way. Overall, I'd rank him a seven out of ten."

Kyle nods, seemingly in agreement of this analysis.

"Now, let's get to the bottom-tier of this house. People that probably have little to no chance of winning this game based on how things currently stand," Cartman continues, staring out at his alliance member, "Look, it's clear Craig's not playing the game, and he probably never will because he clearly doesn't give a shit about anything that's going on. He has no strategy, does what he wants all day, and doesn't try at the competitions. The only thing that's scary about Craig is the threat of him someday waking up and realizing he wants to play because that guy can be pretty damn influential when he wants to be. Either way, I'd still rank Craig a four out of ten with the potential to score higher if he actually does anything."

"Fair enough," Kyle concurs.

"Lastly, there's Tweek," Cartman speaks, coming up on his conclusion, "Every season there's one person who does so godawful that America labels them as a goat. This season, it's the spaz. There's no question that Tweek is a one out of ten because he's mentally weak, dependent on Craig for survival, terrible at the challenges, and seemingly has no strategy at all. He's the kind of person that would make it to the end and get no votes. So, as far as I'm concerned, we need to drag him along as long as possible," Cartman states, giving a firm nod, "With that being said, Kahl, I think our best move this week is to nominate the two girls and have them duke it out. Get one of them out before they even think of targeting us. What do you think of that?"

Kyle gulps, his throat drying up at the thought of losing Wendy, "Yeah," he squeaks as he stares off into the distance, trying to ignore the blaring no that is burning in his mind, "I think that's good."

…

Tweek Tweak
Cartman Hater/Supposed Farm Animal

Kyle is this week's HOH, which is a bit concerning because I don't know where his allegiance lies. Surprisingly though, I'm not that worried about the nominations today. I have a good relationship with everyone in the house right now – except for Cartman, but I know that's a lost cause – so I have a great shot at making it to next week, even if I was put on the block.

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Wendy Testaburger
Green-hat-loving Rights Activist

Once a week, before nominations, Tweek and I secretly meet up to compare notes and discuss strategy that we heard from the other houseguests over the last six days. It's pretty much the most essential part of both of our games. We meet in private so no suspects that we're working with each other because if people got wind of it, they'd probably put both of us on the block together. I know Big Brother is ultimately an individual game, but it's almost impossible to win it without having someone in your corner, and Tweek's always been a trustworthy person, so I have no reason to believe he would screw me. That, and he's gay. (gives a playful wink)

…

"Alright, so, I think we're screwed this week," Wendy states the moment Tweek closes the storage room door and turns to her.

He tilts his forehead, "What do you mean?"

"I mean, I massively messed up and I'm almost certain that Kyle is putting myself and Bebe on the block on Friday," she clarifies.

"Why?" Tweek wonders, feeling like he is missing a pivotal piece of information here, "Did you spit in his hat or something?"

"Worse. I threatened Douchebag this morning. He caught me squeezing her arm, I fled the scene before I could explain, and I'm almost positive that she told him the whole story."

Tweek sighs and shakes his head at the ground, "Oh, Wendy…"

"I'm sorry, Tweek. When I saw her, I just – I don't know – I couldn't help myself," Wendy dives in, frantically pacing the floor, "I mean, what does he even see in her? It's obvious that their relationship's over in her mind!"

"Why does their relationship matter so much to you? What? Do you like Kyle or something?" Tweek wonders.

Wendy stops in her tracks, surprised to hear this accusation from Tweek of all people, "Really?" she coos, turning to her friend, her hands perched sassily on her hips, "You got that in five seconds but you couldn't see when Clyde clearly had a crush on you?"

"Hey, don't take this out on me. You're way easier to read than Clyde on this subject," Tweek explains, defensively.

Wendy sighs, her face softening when she sees the angered glint in the blonde's eyes, "I'm sorry, Tweek. I just haven't been acting like myself lately. This whole Kyle thing has my brain all messed up," she admits, rubbing her aching temple, "I'll try not to let this get to me, and I promise I'll try my best to keep this from ruining our games," she states, holding her palm up in a scout's honor.

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Tweek Tweak
Craig Lover

Wendy's trying her best, and I can see that. Usually, if you're worried about nominations, you talk to the HOH and try to subtly persuade them to do what's in your best interest. Both of the girls going up this week would be terrible for my game, but there's not too much I can do about it without potentially putting myself or Craig in danger, so I may just have to keep my mouth shut on this one. Cause Kyle's the kind of player that if he suspects that I have even an ounce of strategy, he'll sell me down the river in a heartbeat.

…

Early that afternoon, Kyle is standing at the head of the dining table, his heart beating frantically in his chest as he stares out at his six housemates. Kyle clasps his hands together and takes a deep breath, hoping to calm his nerves, his HOH room key wrapped around his neck alongside Douchebag's silver necklace. "Okay, everyone," Kyle speaks to the crowd, who is all a bundle of nerves like he is, "As you all know, I'm the HOH this week, and as the Head of Household, I must nominate two houseguests for eviction," Kyle explains, pausing to swallow, "As always, this decision was a difficult one, but I have good reasons for putting these two people on the block. So, without further ado, this week I nominate Bebe and…"

Wendy tenses her shoulders, cringing in her seat as she prepares for her game to go up in flames.

"…Clyde," Kyle completes, his selection causing Cartman to raise an eyebrow. "Bebe, Clyde," he addresses the two nominees, "You two are both very strong competitively – I mean, I would know, all three of us were up on those platforms for five hours – and you two haven't made any enemies on the jury, which is why I see you guys as top competitors for the money. And that's why I nominated the two of you today," Kyle explains, the pair nodding in understanding at the table, "Of course, there's no hard feelings on my end. I don't have anything against either one of you. This is just a game and we're all just living in it," Kyle completes, cracking a small smile at his joke. "Seeing as there are no questions, this meeting is adjourned," he states, clapping his hands together.

A bunch of the housemates stand up from their seats and disperse from the table. Cartman turns to Kyle, the fatass still perched in his seat as he mouths, 'What gives?'

Kyle shrugs as Wendy passes by him, looking the most confused she has all game.

…

"What the fuck, Kahl?!" Cartman cries, barreling into the HOH room mere seconds after the nomination ceremony is over, startling the redhead, who is seated on the mattress, "What the hell was that?! I thought we agreed that the nominations would be Bebe and Wendy this week!"

"We did, but-but I just panicked, okay?" Kyle stutters, fumbling to come up with a lie to salvage this situation, "Look, it's not a big deal. We'll talk around, make some deals, and we'll make sure that Bebe's the one who goes."

Cartman snarls, squeezing an angry puff of air out of his nose, "For your sake, I hope you're right, Kiel," he huffs.

…

"Okay, is it just me, or did those nominations make no sense?" Bebe questions, after she and Wendy have settled back into the girls room, a few minutes after the nomination ceremony concluded.

Wendy cocks her forehead, "What do you mean?" she wonders.

"Well, you and Cartman both nominated Kyle when you guys were HOH, and he didn't even put one of you up as payback. I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm super happy that you and I aren't on the block together, but it just doesn't make any sense to me," Bebe explains, deeply perturbed by the redhead's actions, "Do you think they're working together?"

"Cartman and Kyle?" Wendy squeaks; Bebe nods, "No way. Hell hasn't frozen over yet. Plus, didn't Cartman vote to evict Kyle last week?"

"Yeah," Bebe confirms, "And yet, Kyle still didn't put him on the block. I don't know…something smells fishy here, Wendy," Bebe says, scrunching her nose.

…

Meanwhile, in the storage room, Craig and Clyde are having a very similar conversation about Kyle's puzzling nominations while Tweek sorts through the food for the week behind them. He grabs a few canned goods and exits out of the room. "Look," Craig states to the brunette as soon as Tweek shuts the door, "I know we don't usually talk game a whole bunch, but I find it kinda weird that we've had both a Wendy and a Kyle HOH, and Cartman hasn't been put up once. Do you think those three have an alliance?" he wonders.

"Who knows?" Clyde shrugs, "All I know is that I'm going home tomorrow."

Craig cocks his forehead, puzzled by the nonchalant nature of Clyde's reply, "What makes you say that?"

"Just a feeling," Clyde replies, anxiously tracing patterns on the floor, "Tweek's voting for me. He's been acting weird around me all day, even before the nominations."

"I wouldn't know anything about that," Craig states.

"Really?" Clyde squeaks, snapping his head up at this declaration, "You guys don't talk about the game?"

Craig shakes his head. "Nope. He doesn't ask me how I'm voting and I don't ask him – that way it doesn't cause a rift between us. We've agreed to keep the game and our relationship separate as long as possible."

"Dude, seriously?" Clyde asks, unable to believe what he is hearing.

Craig nods. "Yeah, most of the time, we don't even vote together. Tweek does what he wants for his game; I can't convince him otherwise," he explains, "He plays his game and I play mine, which in my case isn't much cause I really don't care about this," Craig states, a strange silence washing over them, "So, let's say that you're right and this is your final night in this house. What's one thing you always wanted to do on your last day here? And don't say Tweek," Craig quickly adds with a smile.

Clyde leans forward, putting his finger up to his chin in a ponder, "Hmm…"

Five minutes later, Craig and Clyde are decked out in their best spaceman attire, complete with oven mitts stolen from the kitchen and colanders on their heads. They sneakily peer around the corner into the boys room, Craig gripping onto a fake communicator – which is none other than an empty box of mints he stole from the coffee table. The pair step into the boys room, carefully examining the two foreign creatures that are sitting on Cartman's bed. Kyle jumps a little when he sees the intruders. "We have just entered Titania," Spaceman Craig speaks into the fake communicator, "There appears to be no sign of intelligent life on this planet."

"AYE!" Cartman cries out from his bed as the pair of spaceman quickly swerve on their heels and scurry off into the living room, making tsking noises as they bounce out of the room. Kyle cocks his forehead and lingers behind them.

"Careful, Spaceman Craig. I heard the aliens on this planet are aggressive!" Spaceman Clyde warns, talking into a coaster.

"Don't worry, Spaceman Clyde. There hasn't been an aggressive alien sighting in years. I'm sure we'll be safe!"

"Spaceman Craig, look out!" Clyde cries, his eyes widening like saucers as he points to a figure looming behind his fellow space captain. Tweek leaps out from behind the couch, dressed in a hodgepodge of sweaters. He jumps on Craig and starts loosely hitting him with his sweater sleeves.

"Man down!" Craig cries, falling flamboyantly on his back and onto the floor.

"CRAIG!" Clyde cries, in his best overly-dramatic acting voice as a small group of their housemates curiously watch the scene unfold behind him. Cartman takes out his popcorn as Clyde falls to his knees, rolling Tweek off Craig and crying up to the heavens while he cradles Craig's 'dead' body in his arms, Craig closing his eyes and sticking his tongue out for dramatic effect, "Why? WHY?!" Clyde screams hysterically, before bursting into a sob.

"Wow," Kyle states from the background as Clyde continues crying onto his leader's torso, "You guys get super into this."

…

Later that night, Craig is sitting on his makeshift double bed, cuddling with his dozing boyfriend. The blonde is resting his head against Craig's torso, his palm pressed gently against the noirette's chest as he slumbers. Craig holds Tweek tighter, pulling him into a hug as his gaze drifts around the room. It hovers over Clyde, who is sitting all by himself on his bed, clearly down, his eyes glued to the floor. Craig sighs and waves him over, "Come on," he states.

"Really?" Clyde squeaks, perking up at the gesture.

"Yes," Craig nods, "Now hurry over here before I change my mind."

A few hours later, Tweek is wide awake, staring up at the ceiling while Craig lies asleep between him and Clyde. The room is dark and silent, only the sounds of their housemates' breathing filling up the room. Tweek turns on his side, attempting to peer over Craig's sleeping form at his friend. "Clyde? Are you still up?" he whispers.

Rustling is heard from the other side of the bed, "Yeah," Clyde answers.

"Can we talk?"

Two minutes later, Tweek is leading Clyde down the hallway, the blonde taking Clyde to their usual talking spot. Clyde blinks twice as they enter the dimly-lit living room. The pair stop in front of the back window and sit down, facing the backyard. Tweek sighs as he stares straight ahead at the night sky, hoping to find the courage he desperately needs for what he's about to say, "I have to vote for you tomorrow, Clyde. I'm sorry, but I respect you too much not to tell you the truth."

"Tweek, it's fine," Clyde assures him, giving a small nose laugh as he looks at him with a shrug, "It's a game. I'm just happy you told me," he confesses, "I don't want to campaign against Bebe. I'd rather the vote go to a tie, so an impartial person makes the final decision," Clyde states, pausing slightly as he smiles at his friend, "Impartial's the correct word, right? I don't know. I just heard Token use it once, and it sounded cool."

Tweek nods, chuckling lightly at the Clydeism, "You're good."

Clyde laughs as well, feeling the tension in the room just melt away, "Well, regardless of what happens tomorrow, I do hope one of you two win this," Clyde says sincerely, "I know Token said he wouldn't make it easy, especially on his friends, but I still think you and Craig can pull this off."

"Thanks, Clyde."

"You're welcome," Clyde replies, "But, you know, even if one of you guys make it to the end, Tweek, it doesn't mean I'm going to vote for you. You know you have to earn it."

"I know. Same here," Tweek assures him with a smile.

Clyde nods, "Good. Game on," he states, holding out his fist.

Tweek's eyes trail down at the movement. He swings his hand forward and fist bumps him.

"Game on," Tweek repeats, his eyes twinkling as he gazes up at the stars.

The pair sit in silence as they stare out the back window. Clyde turns to Tweek and sighs, a serious thought popping up in the back of his mind. "You know, I think I finally understand why I had a crush on you."

"What?" Tweek squeaks, his cheeks flushing slightly as he whips his head around to match his eyeline.

"Well," Clyde swallows, already having a hard time getting through this, "my love life has always been a disaster, and I guess I've just been so afraid of rejection and putting myself out there again that I started going after things I knew I couldn't have," he explains, Tweek's shoulders easing while he goes through his explanation, "I'm sorry I got you guys tangled up in this mess."

"It's fine," Tweek states, releasing a heavy exhale as he turns back towards the backyard, "It kept things…interesting for a few days. I mean, I've been dating the same guy for ten years, I kinda forgot what it was like to have someone crushing on me."

Clyde smiles, rolling his eyes at the absurdity of his friend's statement, "Dude, Craig is still crushing on you hard. You know that, right? He never shuts up about you and he's always smiling like an idiot whenever you're around…well, the closest thing Craig has to a smile," he quips through a playful simper.

Tweek laughs. "I guess you're right," he beams, locking eyes with the Man in the Moon, "God, I don't deserve him."

"Yes, you do. You both do," Clyde assures him, talking like a proud parent as he stares down at the blonde, "You guys are serious catches. If you were still single in high school and you hadn't dated my best friend, I would've jumped all over that."

Tweek laughs once more, flushing slightly at the compliment. "Thank you, Clyde. You are too. You just don't see that," Tweek claims, narrowing his gaze on his friend, "Just be the good old sweet and charming Clyde Donovan and you'll find someone in no time," Tweek assures him, smiling when he sees Bebe slowly patter into the room in her slippers. "I better get going now. Craig will send a search party if he wakes up and I'm not next to him, all because of that one time I got stuck inside a Murphy bed," Tweek reminisces with a cringe and a shiver, "God, I still have nightmares about that."

Clyde smiles as he watches Tweek stand up and scurry out of the room, the brunette's face falling when he notices Tweek pass by Bebe, who is now standing a few feet behind him. "So this is it, huh?" Bebe speaks into the darkness, wondering if Clyde is feeling as awkward as she is right now, "The final showdown between you and me," she quips.

Clyde nods, laughing slightly at the dramatics, "Yep. It's game on, Stevens. Only one of us can survive," he adds, the pair chuckling while Bebe plops down beside him.

Clyde turns to the side, his laughter diminishing when he sees the face of the woman who broke his heart. He sighs, "Why did we break up?" he wonders.

Bebe tenses up as she stares out the window, the question seemingly out of nowhere. "You mean you don't remember?" she asks.

Clyde shakes his head. "No, I do," he answers somberly, "I remember everything about us. I just don't understand why you officially called things off after all these years. Was I not a good boyfriend?"

"No."

"Did I not love you enough?" Clyde presses further, leaning forward slightly as he hangs onto the blonde's every word.

"Of course not."

"Then please tell me why so I don't have to spend the next five years of my life trying to figure it out," Clyde pleads, desperation in his eyes as he clings to Bebe's forearm.

Bebe stares down at their touching limbs and sighs, "Clyde, there is nothing wrong with you, okay? You and I just weren't compatible. We were going in two different directions and growing apart. That's all."

There's a long pause as the pair stare longingly out the window.

"And even though our relationship fizzled out in a fiery explosion, you always tried your best to make me happy. And I'm really appreciative of that," Bebe adds with a smile.

"I was really happy for you, you know. Deep down, I was happy for you when you started dating David," Clyde confesses, barely able to look his ex in the eyes.

Bebe snaps her head up, shock gracing her face, "Really?"

"Yeah," Clyde nods, looking like it pains him to admit this, "Sorry things didn't work out."

"Eh, it's alright. I'm fine. In all honesty, the relationship was probably going nowhere," Bebe states, nonchalantly picking at her nails, "That, and there was someone else I couldn't stop thinking about," she reveals, stopping to gaze down at him.

Clyde tilts his forehead, "Who? Jimmy? He's pretty hot."

Bebe chuckles, her eyes shining, "No, Clyde. You."

"Oh…" Clyde chimes, thinking this over a bit before giving a nod, "Yeah, I'm pretty hot too." Bebe snickers.

"So, what do you say, Donovan? You wanna get back together for the umpteenth time only for it to explode in a blazing public spectacle for the whole town to gawk at?"

Clyde tenses up slightly as he braces himself to say the most difficult thing he has ever had to say to someone, "No thanks," he says, his response shocking even him, "I think I'm going to work on me for a while. For once, I'm actually going to do the smart thing and quit hopping from relationship to relationship trying to find myself."

Bebe leans back slightly and nods, hurt though impressed by her ex's actions, "Wow, Clyde. You've really grown," she states, a pleasantly-surprised tone in her voice.

"Yeah…I guess things really do develop quicker here," Clyde admits with a smirk, "That, and I have a really great best friend looking out for me," he adds, happy tears budding in the corners of his eyes.

…

Clyde Donovan
Token's Best Friend/Major Winner

So, I didn't get the guy or the girl, I'm best friendless, and I'm not going to win this game…but I'm happy. Clyde Donovan is truly happy. And I haven't felt that way in a long, long time. Thank you, Big Brother. (smiles)

…

Early the next morning, Bebe is standing in the girls room, nervously pacing in front of her best friend, who is sitting on her environmentally-friendly comforter. "I'm so scared, Wendy," Bebe tells her, venting her fears aloud, "I'm so worried that Tweek is going to switch cause I got put up against Clyde."

"He won't switch," Wendy answers firmly, looking like she's never been more sure of something in her life, "He's 100% with us, Bebe."

"I hope so," Bebe sighs, stopping in her tracks and turning to her BFF, "Cause if he doesn't force the tie, I'm gone for good."

…

Bebe Stevens
Former Most Popular Girl in School

I'm so nervous about this vote. Tweek isn't as close to me as he is to Wendy, or even Clyde for that matter. And even though the three of us have an alliance, he could easily turn his back on me and vote me out. Right now, the vote is locked at 1-2, with Wendy voting for Clyde, and Craig and Cartman voting for me. If Tweek doesn't pull through and vote for Clyde today, I have no chance of being here next week. I guess this is truly a test of how dedicated Tweek is in going to the end with me.

…

Later that morning, Kyle is sitting at the kitchen island, taking inventory and making a shopping list for the next week. "Hey, Clyde, do you want Trix again?" Kyle asks, staring down at the human garbage disposal, who is anxiously swirling some cereal pieces around with his spoon.

"What's it matter?" Clyde mutters, plopping his head into his palm with a sigh as he stares down at the swirling rainbow mess in his bowl, "I'm not going to be here tomorrow."

Kyle turns slightly in his seat, giving a sly smirk at his housemate, "I wouldn't be so sure about that," he states. Clyde leans back in his seat, a shocked expression spread across his face, the words jolting through his body and breathing new life into him.

…

Kyle Broflovski
Semi-tolerable Know-it-all

Personally, I don't really care who goes this week. I'd prefer Bebe, since she's the bigger threat and she's super charismatic. I mean, I know what she can do – she motivated the hell out of me when Stan cheated on me, and that kind of person is dangerous to keep around – but I'm fine with either of them being evicted, that's why I put them on the block.

…

A few hours later, all seven of the remaining housemates are gathered in the living room, the two nominees – Clyde and Bebe – situated in the two lush lounge chairs while the rest of the houseguests are seated on the surrounding sofas. Token clears his throat and hovers over the loudspeaker, "Alright, everybody. It's the most exciting time of the week…eviction time!" Token announces, a slight pep in his tone, "As always, the two nominees, Clyde and Bebe, are ineligible to vote. The HOH, Kyle, will only vote in the event of a tie," Token explains like clockwork, "One by one, I will call each of the four eligible houseguests into the diary room to cast their votes for eviction, but before I do so, I'm going to give each of the nominees an opportunity to tell the other houseguests why they should keep them. Bebe, why don't you go first?"

"Alright," Bebe states with a nod, her nerves at a ten as all the other houseguests turn their attentions to her, "Hi, everyone. I just want to say that I've enjoyed my time here, um, with all of you," she says, clasping her hands together, "If you think keeping me in this house would help your game in anyway whatsoever, I encourage you to do so, but I will respect any decision you make because this is just a game and I know all of you want to win the five-hundred thousand dollars," she concludes with a smile.

"Very nice," Token beams over the loudspeaker, before turning to his buddy, "Alright, Donovan. What do you got?"

Clyde laughs and turns to the crowd, "Hello, my friends and peers. This is my first and possibly only time on the block, and no matter what happens today, being here with you guys was 100% worth it. I had so much fun, and I really think I learned a lot about myself. Bebe," Clyde pauses, gazing at his ex-girlfriend, "you're a tough competitor and a super great ex-girlfriend. Craig, you're an amazing best friend," Clyde praises, gesturing to the noirette on the sofa, "And that's it. I love you all."

"Wow. Great speeches from the nominees. I don't know why I'm so surprised by that," Token comments, "But now, it is time to vote. Cartman, let's get it started."

"Oh, I get it. Like the Black Eyed Peas song," Cartman coos, "Very racist, Token."

Token groans, the sound of his palm smacking his forehead thumping over the loudspeaker, "Just go." Cartman nods and pulls himself out of his seat. He waddles over to the diary room.

Eric Cartman
Psychopath

Clyde is like a puppy and Bebe is like a cobra. Which would you get rid of if you didn't want to risk getting poisoned? I vote to evict Bebe.

Cartman wobbles back to his seat as Token calls Wendy up to the diary room. Upon hearing her name, Wendy turns to her best friend and lovingly pats the arm of Bebe's lounge chair. Wendy stands up and makes her way to the confessional.

Wendy Testaburger
Green-hat-loving Rights Activist

Bebe is my best friend. There is no way I would ever vote her out. That being said, I vote to evict Clyde. Don't worry, girl. We got this. (winks)

Wendy smiles as she makes her way back to her seat, nearly knocking into Craig, who is standing near the coffee table, preparing to go next. Craig sighs as he walks over to the diary room.

Craig Tucker
Aggressive Tweeksexual

Clyde, three weeks ago, you voted to save me, so I'm playing you back, dude. Today, I obviously vote to evict Bebe.

Craig returns to the living room and takes his seat on the sofa next to his boyfriend, the blonde twitching up a storm, nervously playing with his hands as he waits for Token to call him up.

"Tweek?" Tweek squeaks as Token calls him to the diary room, his knees bouncing up and down on the sofa. "Tweek? Didn't you hear me?" Token calls again, "It's your turn."

"Oh. Sorry," Tweek apologizes, his mind going a mile a minute as an internal battle between his head and his heart rages on inside him. Bebe turns to Wendy and flashes her friend a worried glance as Tweek stumbles over to cast his vote.

Tweek sighs as he arrives on the diary room sofa, tears forming in the corners of his eyes as he speaks to the camera.

Tweek Tweak
Coffee Addict/Craig Lover

Clyde is a great person and an even better friend; I would be crazy to evict him, especially after everything we've been through both here in the house and in the outside world. Bebe is very reliable and strong. I made a deal with her Week 1 that we would stick together and look out for each other as long as we're both in the game. So… (pauses and stares out into space) …God, this is hard. (sniffs and wipes tears from his eyes)

Five minutes later, Tweek finally emerges from the diary room, looking like he just found out that his grandmother died. Tweek plops back down on the sofa next to Craig, the blonde's face red and puffy from the intensity of his voting confessional. Tweek sniffs and wipes his nose on his palm. Craig wraps his arm around his boyfriend and holds him close.

"Alright, everyone. The votes are in. As always, once I reveal the results, the evicted houseguest will have one minute to gather his or her belongings, say their goodbyes, and walk out the front door," Token explains, before dramatically pausing to read the results. Bebe stiffens in her seat, her stomach sinking to the floor. She closes her eyes to lessen the blow, "For the second time this season, we have a tie," Token announces, the other houseguests – minus the Craig and those guys gang and Wendy - surprised by this news. "As you know, in the event of a tie, the current HOH, Kyle, will cast the deciding vote. So Kyle, whenever you're ready, stand up and announce your eviction to the other houseguests."

"Thank you, Token," Kyle replies, taking a deep breath before standing up and facing his nervous housemates, "Hey, guys. I know this week was insane and I just want to say that I think everyone handled things very maturely," Kyle says, scanning the room, "As Bebe said earlier, this is a game, and because of that, we're all going to have to make some tough decisions, and I'm a strategic player, so I have to make one today," Kyle continues, narrowing in on Wendy, who is holding onto her best friend's hand for dear life, looking like she is about to crush it. Kyle's face softens when he sees the devastated expression on her face, the raven's gaze glued to the floor. He gulps, his heart beating frantically in his chest as he spews out a statement before he can even think about it, "I vote to evict Clyde. I'm sorry."

At this, Tweek bursts into tears from the sofa. Craig pulls him into his chest, appearing equally as devastated. "I'm sorry, Clyde, but with a vote of 3-2, you have been evicted from the Big Brother house," Token announces, making the eviction official.

Clyde nods and stands up from his seat, taking it in stride. "That's okay, Token. Thank you, everybody. I had a great time," he says, immediately being met with hugs from his ex, the HOH, and even the resident's fatass. Wendy is still too stunned by the result to move.

Clyde smiles as he grabs his suitcase, giving a small wave to the trio before following behind Craig and Tweek, his friends walking him to the front door. Tweek sniffs as they stop in front of the entrance. Craig pulls Clyde into a hug. "Bye, dude. I'll miss you."

"Man, that's a lot coming from you," Clyde comments, giving a smile as he pulls away from his group's leader.

"Clyde, I'm so sorry," Tweek cries once Clyde pulls the twitchy blonde into a hug.

Clyde looks down at him and smiles, "Tweek, it's okay. I totally get it," he tells him, taking a step back to grab his bag. Clyde grins as he stares back at his two friends, throwing his arm up in enthusiasm, "Kick ass, you guys!" he beams, the door slamming shut behind him. Tweek cries into his palms the moment it latches shut.

The blonde sniffs as he turns to Craig, "I had to do it. I couldn't break a promise," Tweek states in a whimper.

Craig nods, pulling him protectively into his side, "I know," Craig whispers, "And he knows that too. Trust me," he assures Tweek, affectionately rubbing his shoulder, "I'm proud of you, babe."

…

Later that night, Wendy is pacing circles around the HOH room, her mind reeling over the unpredictable events of that day. Wendy stops in her tracks, sighing as she runs her fingers through her black locks. She moves her hand up, her fist hovering over the wooden HOH room door, debating her next course of action. Finally, after a few moments of pondering every single way this could possibly go wrong, Wendy moves her hand down and knocks on the door. A few moments later, the current HOH answers it and appears in the doorway.

"Oh, Wendy," Kyle speaks, a glint of surprise in his tone, "I honestly wasn't expecting to see you tonight."

Wendy steps back slightly, suddenly feeling nervous around the redhead. "Oh, well, um, I just came by to thank you for what you did today. You know, saving Bebe," Wendy clarifies, wondering if she looks as awkward as she feels right now, "So, um, thank you, Kyle."

"Uh, no problem," Kyle replies with a nod, feeling equally as awkward.

"So…yeah…that's it," Wendy trails off, too embarrassed to make eye contact, "Goodnight."

"Yeah…goodnight," Kyle says back, his face frowning at the shortness of their conversation. Kyle scrunches his forehead as he turns back towards the door, wondering where this unanticipated wave of disappointment is coming from.

Wendy turns around and heads towards the kitchen. She stops in her tracks and stands up straight, her eyes widening as a strange bolt of courage jolts through her body.

"Aw, what the hell," Wendy states, before turning back around and racing towards him. Wendy stops in front of a puzzled Kyle, her heart pounding rapidly in her chest as she leans forward, grabs him tenderly by the sides of his face, and passionately kisses him.

After a moment, the pair pull away, both Wendy and Kyle equally stunned as they stare into each other's eyes, the latter blushing furiously. Nearby, Craig is standing in the shadows, slowly backing his way into the diary room in shock after witnessing yet another heated exchange between Kyle and one of the houseguests.

…

Craig Tucker
Aggressive Tweeksexual

Well…I didn't call that. I really gotta stop using the bathroom so late at night. I open myself up to way too many awkward encounters.