"Kyle told me it took him three years to get ready for this," Wendy whispered to Stan.
"Three years? Damn," he muttered. "I'd never have the patience for that."
"{Yeah, but afterwards you get lots of money and presents and stuff}," Kenny added.
"Jesus tapdancin' Christ. I'd never have the courage to do anything like that," Stan
mused. Kyle was singing something in Hebrew. He looked so different without his usual
green hat and orange coat. Stan rested his head in his hands and sighed. Lately, he'd felt
so weird. He'd been spending more time with Kyle than with Wendy. In fact, Wendy was
getting sort of.. annoying.
Maybe Bebe's not crazy. Kyle is kind of-
No! No, that's wrong! He didn't like Kyle in that way. He liked Wendy. Didn't he?
**
"What's wrong with Stan?" Bebe whispered to Wendy. "I don't know," she hissed.
"Lately he's been acting all spaced out and not paying any attention to me. Whenever I
call, his mom says he's out doing something with Kyle.. I miss the old days. Even though
it was kind of gross when he threw up on me, it was kind of cute, in a weird way."
Bebe nodded. "I know how you feel. It's the same with Kyle. Never home when I call,
never around at school, never around after school..."
"What do you think's wrong with them?"
"I don't know," Bebe sighed.
"Boys," Wendy said. They giggled.
"What's so funny?" Stan inquired.
"Oh, nothing," said Wendy nonchalantly. "Hey, I think it's done!"
People were leaving. Kyle was nowhere to be seen. Stan looked around. "Where the hell
is Kyle?"
"Relax, dumbass. He's got to be around here somewhere. After all, it's his big day,"
Cartman said mockingly. "See? There he is,"
"Hey guys,"
Kyle smiled when he saw his friends looking for him. They meant a lot to him. Well, all
of them but Cartman, he was just a fat asshole.
"I guess this makes you a man now, Kyle," said Bebe. "And you know what that means.."
She and Wendy giggled, making Kyle uncomfortable. He forced a smile.
"Uh, so. I don't have long. I have to go set up for the party. I'll see you all there, right?"
Everyone nodded.
"Will there be lots to eat?"
"Sure, fatass."
"Ay! I'm not fat!"
"..You just asked me if there'd be anything to eat at a party. Food is all you think about.
Face it, Cartman- you're fat."
His eyes widened. "My God, Kyle.. you're.. you're right.. I've just been in denial all these
years.."
With that, he took off, sniffling and whining for his mom.
"Wow, Kyle. You really upset him that time," Bebe remarked.
He shrugged. "He'll get over it."
**
"Three years? Damn," he muttered. "I'd never have the patience for that."
"{Yeah, but afterwards you get lots of money and presents and stuff}," Kenny added.
"Jesus tapdancin' Christ. I'd never have the courage to do anything like that," Stan
mused. Kyle was singing something in Hebrew. He looked so different without his usual
green hat and orange coat. Stan rested his head in his hands and sighed. Lately, he'd felt
so weird. He'd been spending more time with Kyle than with Wendy. In fact, Wendy was
getting sort of.. annoying.
Maybe Bebe's not crazy. Kyle is kind of-
No! No, that's wrong! He didn't like Kyle in that way. He liked Wendy. Didn't he?
**
"What's wrong with Stan?" Bebe whispered to Wendy. "I don't know," she hissed.
"Lately he's been acting all spaced out and not paying any attention to me. Whenever I
call, his mom says he's out doing something with Kyle.. I miss the old days. Even though
it was kind of gross when he threw up on me, it was kind of cute, in a weird way."
Bebe nodded. "I know how you feel. It's the same with Kyle. Never home when I call,
never around at school, never around after school..."
"What do you think's wrong with them?"
"I don't know," Bebe sighed.
"Boys," Wendy said. They giggled.
"What's so funny?" Stan inquired.
"Oh, nothing," said Wendy nonchalantly. "Hey, I think it's done!"
People were leaving. Kyle was nowhere to be seen. Stan looked around. "Where the hell
is Kyle?"
"Relax, dumbass. He's got to be around here somewhere. After all, it's his big day,"
Cartman said mockingly. "See? There he is,"
"Hey guys,"
Kyle smiled when he saw his friends looking for him. They meant a lot to him. Well, all
of them but Cartman, he was just a fat asshole.
"I guess this makes you a man now, Kyle," said Bebe. "And you know what that means.."
She and Wendy giggled, making Kyle uncomfortable. He forced a smile.
"Uh, so. I don't have long. I have to go set up for the party. I'll see you all there, right?"
Everyone nodded.
"Will there be lots to eat?"
"Sure, fatass."
"Ay! I'm not fat!"
"..You just asked me if there'd be anything to eat at a party. Food is all you think about.
Face it, Cartman- you're fat."
His eyes widened. "My God, Kyle.. you're.. you're right.. I've just been in denial all these
years.."
With that, he took off, sniffling and whining for his mom.
"Wow, Kyle. You really upset him that time," Bebe remarked.
He shrugged. "He'll get over it."
**