Bebe Stevens is one of my favorite characters in South Park. A lot of people just consider her a skank but I feel that she is an extremely versatile character. Depending on how you use her. If you need a bitch, she can be a bitch. Manipulative and domineering, she's a fashion slave at the top of the food chain in the Fourth Grade. But if you need a sweetie, she can be one. She is loyal to her friends, fashionista behavior aside. And of course, if you a torn and sad girl, you simply use that need to please and be on the cusp of fashion and twist it. Perfect character.

Bebe is adorable. She can be gay or straight. Kinky or Vanilla. Crazy or cunning. She really is amazing. I love her with Wendy or Butters or Kenny. Even Kyle or Clyde or Stan. She's adorable. CLAPS FOR BEBE!

This story is old, the writing follows the original South Park formula very closely. I didn't really take the time to look into the possibilities of character development like I did in "Salty Kisses".

Main Pair: Stan/Wendy

Pairings: Kyle/Bebe, Cartman/OC

South Park © Trey Parker & Matt Stone

Chapter 2: Kyle's Got A Date

The next day Cartman and Kyle were on speaking terms again. Kenny and Stan weren't fazed; it wasn't as if Kyle and Cartman didn't do this every day. As they stood together in the lunch line Kyle turned to Stan. "Hey Stan, have you seen Bebe lately?" he asked, blushing slightly.

"No, why?" Stan asked, confused. Kyle blushed thoroughly, the colour clashing horribly with the red bangs peeking from under his cap.

Cartman laughed heartily. "He's in love with that skank whore Bebe Stevens!" he fell over, snickers exploding from him faster than he could draw breath.

"SHUT UP FAT ASS!" Kyle screeched, kicking Cartman painfully in the gentiles. Cartman fell over again, but this time he wasn't laughing, although around him, Kenny and Stan were, while Kyle looked proud of his accomplishment.

Stan stopped laughing and turned to Kyle. "I think Bebe's sitting with W…W…Wendy." Stan choked out his ex-girlfriend's name. He was still very much in love with her, and swallowed down puke every time she spoke to him. He knew he couldn't throw up, if he did then she would know he still had feelings for her, but he was sure that she was becoming suspicious of him having to leave for the bathroom after everyone of their conversations.

Kyle saw Stan's obvious pain and patted his shoulder lightly, but then deserted him to talk to Bebe.

Stan overheard Kyle asking Bebe if she was interested in seeing a movie with him. He noticed that Kyle looked nauseous.

Bebe thought and then replied slyly, "On one condition."

"What's that?" Kyle asked nervously, dreading the answer.

"Turn around!" Bebe said playfully, gesturing to Kyle in a spinning motion.

"Why?" asked Kyle anxiously, standing in place, shaking slightly. He didn't understand what she was doing.

"Please just do it Kyle," Bebe begged, giving Kyle the puppy eyes, her lip wagging.

Kyle flushed again, and turned around precariously. Bebe took a long look at Kyle's butt, seriously considering his offer. "Alright!" she said finally, and Kyle turned back around to face her, still blushing, but looking less nauseous.

"Really?" Kyle asked delightedly, although still confused about Bebe making him turn around. He walked shakily away, smiling stupidly.

Wendy turned to Bebe with an angry swish of her velvety black hair. "BEBE!" she shouted "How could you date one of Stan's friends?!" she cried furiously.

"Oh come on Wendy!" Bebe protested, "Look at that ass! And really! You still like Stan. After you and Token brakes up you've been wanting Stan back. You never really wanted to brakes up with him in the first place! You just wanted to play the field, I told you, you whore! Stan's the only one in this white-bread town for you!"

Wendy reddened angrily and turned away, muttering "Bitch,"

"Maybe," Bebe retorted. "but you and Stan are meant to be." And with that statement, Bebe picked up her lunch tray and walked away, her blonde curls bouncing with each step.

Wendy sat alone at the lunch table Bebe had abandoned her at, playing with her mashed potatoes and thinking about what her best friend had said. Did she still love Stan? Did he still love her? No, he didn't puke when they talked anymore, for some reason, this made her heart sink. She sighed and continued to play with her food.

In the lunch line, having recovered, Cartman was giving new heart into tormenting Kyle about his upcoming 'date' with Bebe.

Between snickers he choked out, "Omigod! Heh, heh. This is too funny! The Jew and the whore! What a perfect couple!" He fell over hooting gleefully. Kyle angrily raised his leg. Cartman skittered away, his hands clamped protectively over his privates.

As they pulled up to the counter facing Chef, Cartman was avoiding Kyle's flailing legs. Chef smiled down at them. "Hello children!"

"HEY CHEF!" the boys chirped in their usual fashion.

"How are my crackers today?" Chef asked in their pre-programmed questionnaire.

"Good!" Kyle, Kenny, and Cartman replied, Stan didn't add his voice to the usual response, he wasn't in the mood.

"Bad," whispered Stan's lone voice, but Chef didn't hear him because Cartman was laughing and telling him about Kyle and Bebe, while Kyle defended himself against Cartman's taunts.

"Well Kyle," said Chef grinning, "I'm very proud of you! Finally getting some of that—"Chef broke into one of his usual risqué songs that left the boys staring at him with their heads cocked to the side.