Author's Note: Wow, for some odd reason the last chapter seemed to be the favorite...-raises eyebrow- Anywho...Thanks to my lovely reviewers, as always.
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Warning: Uh, corny jokes, coarse language, retardation. :3
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So if you're lonely
You know I'm here waiting for you
I'm just a crosshair
I'm just a shot away from you
And if you leave here
You leave me broken, shattered, I lie
I'm just a crosshair
I'm just a shot, then we can die
-Take Me Out, Franz Ferdinand
They entered Roscoe's to be greeted by loud music and laughter, and teenagers and preteens chatting it up and causing a ruckus. Stan and Bebe slid into a booth and eyed everyone suspiciously, looking for one person; Wendy.
"Bingo," Bebe muttered, pointing through the people towards the other side of the building. Wendy was with Red, the dynamic trio being the dynamic duo due to Bebe's 'date.' Stan looked away when Wendy gazed up, and he noticed the surprise in her eyes. Giggling, Bebe leaned in and whispered, "She knows we're here. Now we just gotta play it up." Stan nodded knowingly and smiled.
"Hey, Bebe, thanks for doing this. I still don't get why but I really appreciate it."
"Like I told you, Stan, I'm a romantic. Besides, I want to put an end to this tension between you two."
"Tension?"
Laughter played in her brown eyes. "Oh Stan, ever since you left her at Stark's Pond she goes on about how weird she felt afterwards. I think you're getting under her skin." Stan dared to glance at Wendy, who wasn't making any attempt to hide the fact that she was staring them down. Shifting nervously, he looked at the table once more, causing the leather seats of the booth to creak as if he broke wind. Sheets of crimson blanketed his cheeks, turning darker as Bebe giggled once more.
"So, uh," Stan stuttered, hoping to get a conversation going. He figured they might as well be doing something, instead of pretending like they were doing something. "Why haven't you gone out with any guys lately? I see nothing wrong with you."
Bebe sighed, fingering a salt shaker in her hands. "I don't know. I, I haven't really been asked out by any guys. Besides," she paused, contemplating telling Stan, "I kinda like someone already, so I don't know what I would say if someone would even ask me out."
"Why don't you ask this guy out?"
"Oh, well, I doubt he likes me," laughing nervously, she continued, "When we were younger I think I got on his nerves a lot. I'm a , well, I'm a bit horomonal." Her eyes widened with the horror of what she had just admitted, as if it were taboo.
Laughing gently Stan replied, "What teenager isn't?"
"But I was eight, Stan. What eight year old was as horny as I was?"
"Kenny," he said, smirking. He rest a reasurring hand on hers. "Who is this guy?"
Blushing feverishly, she mumbled, "Kyle."
Stan laughed.
Continuing to blush, Bebe's eyes widened once more and she buried her face in her hands. "I knew I shouldn't have told you." Stan leaned across the table andrested a hand on her shoulder. "Dude, Bebe, I'm not laughing at you. I'm laughing at the irony of it. You see, Kyle's got a similar situation."
Daring to look from behind her hands, she spoke, "And what's that?"
Slinking back into his seat, he sighed heavily. "Kyle's never had a girlfriend before. For quite some time, until recently, that is, I was the one with the actual dates and he'd be the third wheel. I, I've always beat myself up for it. I feel protective of him, because he's not as strong as most people. But in that sense, he's one of the strongest people I know." He blinked, realizing he was getting way off subject. "Of course he's pined over some girls, but he's never really got what a guy like him deserves. I know he can make someone happy, and," he paused once more, blinking again to disguise a mischeivious sheen playing in his eyes, "Who's to say that you don't deserve that from him?"
A different type of blush masked Bebe's face as she listened to Stan. "Wow, Stan, you're so sweet. But do you think he'll ever be interested in me?"
A shoulder rose and fell simply in reply. "Who knows?" He grinned. "Let's just see where the night leads us."
"What?"
He nodded behind Bebe. "Over there, by the juke box. It's Kenny, and, uh oh, Kyle." Bebe spun in her seat to see if Stan was serious, and much to her delight, he was.
"Damn, he looks hot."
"Uh...yeah...I suppose so," Stan replied awkwardly, glancing around. His eyes landed on Wendy, who was watching them through the side of her eyes. He noticed she seemed irritated, and for some reason the guilty feeling tugged at his innards. He really needed to learn how to control them. He looked back at Bebe and forced a smile. "Let's go talk to them, shall we?"
Bebe didn't waste any time in jumping to her feet, grabbing Stan's hand, and leading him quickly and violently towards the juke box. It was a wonder Stan didn't lose his head or a limb from dodging people and waitors.
"God damn Tweek," Kenny said, shoving the twitching boy away from the juke box. "The thing isn't that hard to operate."
"I can't push the buttons!"
"Lay off the drugs," Kyle said, laughing.
"Gah! I'm not on drugs! Who told you I was on drugs? Rumors! They're all rumors!" The poor boy's eye twitched, clamping shut and causing his head to cock to one side. After all these years, the wild-haired lad still hadn't learned to button his shirt properly, and was even more paranoid than he used to be.
"Hey guys," Stan said, still holding Bebe's hand and looking at the group. Kenny, Kyle and Cartman were hanging with Tweek and Butters, and Stan could see raven-haired Ike in the distance with some girls his age.
"Hey, Stan!" They all chimed, smiling and nodding at Stan and Bebe.
"Hi," Bebe replied, her eyes resting on Kyle. He blushed, and looked away.
"So my mom made me bring Ike," he spoke, trying to avoid the piercing eyes of the curly-haired girl. "She said I need to spend more time with him. She doesn't understand that he doesn't want to spend time with me anymore than I want to with him."
"Yeah, well, that's because your mom's a bitch," Cartman said, shoving a burger into his mouth. Surprised at the fact that Kyle didn't argue, and instead agreed, he added, "Retarded Jew."
"Shut up, turdpants," Kyle snapped, raising a brow as Bebe giggled. She had long since let go of Stan's hand and was seated between him and Kyle. Kyle looked at Stan with pleading eyes and Stan just shrugged.
"Well, fellas, what song should we put on?" Butters piped up, rubbing his knuckles nervously. "I wanna listen to Kenny Chesney."
"God dammit Butters, we're not listening to any faggy-assed country music!" Cartman jeered, throwing a fry at him.
"Yeah, you retard." Kyle added, rolling his green eyes. "Anything but that, please." So they settled on Matinee by Franz, and got situated in their seats. Peering over his shoulder Stan noticed Wendy was still watching them. Bebe leaned in and whispered.
"I don't know if she's gonna buy it anymore, I mean, look at me, I can't get my eyes off of Kyle! So, uh, here." She leaned on and pressed her lips on Stan's, his eyes widening and then closing with realization.
"Oh, damn!" Kenny shouted. "Look at that! Stan and Bebe getting it on! Ow ow!" The other boys, minus Kyle, laughed. Bebe pulled away and shot eyes of daggers at them.
"You guys are assholes, grow up already!" Stan nodded in agreement, glaring at Kenny. However a squeal got his attention and he turned to find Wendy glaring at the table, her face red and her hand clutching a napkin with such force it could have popped the head off of King Kong. Red looked at her with concern and put a hand on her arm, only to have it thrown off by Wendy. Bebe couldn't help but laugh and Stan pinched the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index finger, clamping his eyes shut.
"Oh Jesus Christ," He muttered, "Better hope she isn't too wounded." But he couldn't help but feel relieved, and in fact, proud. It was obvious that Kenny's plan was working and Wendy did seem to have Stan under her skin, but he didn't want her believing entirely that he felt for Bebe instead. He knew that Wendy was capable of pain worse than death; she was the kind of girl that always got what she wanted and she'd cause hell getting it. It was with this realization that Stan began to wonder what it was about Wendy that had him so entirely captivated that he would drop his whole lifestyle just to have a right relationship with her.
But his thoughts turned to the optimistic as he pondered this. There was the sort of 'x-factor' about her. He didn't know what it was, but whatever it was caused there to be something so mysterious, so enticing about her, that Stan wanted to get inside her head, and make a room for himself in there. She had an air about her that made her seem so regal and pristegious, and even a little bit elegant. Stan admired how she knew what she wanted and wouldn't stop until she acheived that goal. Perserverance could be a highly admirable tool. Then, of course, there was her intelligence. There was no doubting that Wendy wasn't some dumb broad. She was a broad, yes, but by no means a dumb one. He became aware of the fact that was he was brooding over wasn't a dinner-time-with-friends topic, and tried forcefully to let his mind wander to what the topic for discussion actually was.
"Stop it, you guys!" Tweek cried, as Kenny and Cartman continued to pass his hot dog right under his nose, but refused to let him grab a hold of it. "I want my hotdog! AUGH!" He screeched and never ceased to shake and vibrate. Kenny oftentimes called him the 'Human Vibrator.'
"Well gee, guys, why don't you give Tweek his hot dog? I- I'll give you my fries. Why, I already ate my hot dog but if I hadn't I would let you guys have it," Butters said, trying in his own miserable way to stand up for Tweek.
The fun was wearing off for Kenny despite of this, and he slunk back in his seat, replying, "Nah, it's okay, I'm done with making Tweek my bitch for now."
"Well screw you, you poor piece of crap, I'm taking those fries!" Cartman lunged forward, reaching for the plastic basket on Butters' plate.
"Cartman, you stupid fat asshole, give those back to Butters."
"But Stan, these are mine!"
"Butters paid for them, now give them the fuck back before I suckerpunch you."
"Oh hamburgers," Butters cursed softly, rubbing his knuckles together. "I-I don't wanna start no trouble."
"I'm not giving them back."
Growling, Stan grabbed the fries from Cartman and gave them back to Butters. "Well thanks Stan, gee. That was real nice what you did just now."
"Don't mention it, Butters," Stan replied absentmindedly, leaning back against the booth and locking eyes with Kyle. "You're being quiet, Kyle. What's up?" Kyle shook his head, but Stan knew it was Bebe. It had to be; he seemed fine and dandy until the two of them showed up. "C'mon, the Jew in you makes it hard to lie. I know something's up."
"Are you really that stupid, Stan?" Kyle snapped, his face fierce with a mixture of anoyance and regret. "Even if something was wrong, what makes you think I'd tell you in front of all the guys, and Bebe?"
"I know what's wrong," Cartman said smugly. "He's jealous of Bebe because she's with you tonight and he isn't. He wants your dick all for himself." Kenny joined in with his sniggers as he scarfed down what was left of his food.
"Or could it be that Kyle's jealous of Stan?" Kenny added in between mouthfuls,as if he were joking, but Stan and Kyle knew he wasn't; they understood how Kenny was able to read body language like a hawk.
"Oh guys, come on, you're acting like this is a big deal and it's not.. I'm just pissed I had to bring Ike, that's all." Kyle wore a scowl, one that told the other boys to lay off. "It's not the fucking Armageddon or something."
"Ah!" shrieked Tweek, "Armageddon! We're not prepared! We're gonna die!" He grabbed at his hair, pulling out a small clump of it. Kyle and Butters each put a caring hand on his shoulder to try and calm him down.
"Tweek, i-if you don't stop pulling at your hair," Butters stuttered, "Well, you're gonna go bald."
The night continued on like that, with Cartman nagging on someone, cruel jokes being said, and Tweek misunderstanding something and going into hysterics. Stan found that he was actually enjoying himself, and even forgetting about Wendy. That was, until she ambled over, swinging her hips and fluttering her eyelashes flirtatiously.
"Staaaaan," She said sweetly, "Do you mind if I talk to you in the parking lot for a minute?" She batted her lashes once more, offering an angelic smile only she could manage.
He gulped, his palms growing sweaty and his face hot. felt his stomach twist and turn in an agonizing flip flop, and he could tell his burger and fries might make a guest appearance. "Uh, yeah, sure." He glanced at everyone else apologetically. "I'll be right back, guys." He stood slowly, finding his legs weak and trembling, and followed Wendy outside.
"The cat's out of the bag," Bebe muttered.
"Oh God!" Tweek cried, clenching his teeth and pulling out yet another clump of hair.
Author's Note: 'Kay, so, I know not much happened in this chapter, but I just wanted to have a filler that showed how the kids interacted with each other...and I'm not sure where the Kyle/Bebe thing is going...I don't know if it's gonna be a subplot or anything. -shrug- Dunno. I'm not toohappy with this chapter at all, so please don't be too harsh.