Kenny couldn't help but stare at Bebe as she waltzed around his room like she owned the place.

"I can't believe you live like this," Bebe said, gesturing to a crack in the wall sloppily covered up by an almost nude model posing by a Ford Mustang.

"You just came here to insult me?" Kenny asked, annoyance in his voice. He flopped down on his bed and leaned back on his arms. He was still tripping balls.

"No, not at all." Bebe pursed her bright red lips.

"Then what? Can't you just leave me alone?" Kenny groaned. "I'm not interested in hooking up with you. Not after that shit you pulled the other day."

Bebe came and sat next to Kenny on the bed, placing a freshly manicured hand on his thigh. "You not attracted to me anymore?" She questioned, pouting.

Kenny stared at her nails and looked up at her lips. They were the same shade of red. He just groaned in response and let himself fall back flat on the bed. "What do you want, Bebe?" She asked again. He hated it when she played games with him.

She acted so coy, but Kenny knew better. She was a snake in the grass, waiting for Kenny to make the next move, then she'd attack. She'd sink her fangs in hard and ruin your life in a moment. But she was alluring, and she knew that. She wasn't lacking confidence, and she always knew what to do. She could always get her way, but this time Kenny felt like he was one step ahead. He wasn't going to make any moves, and try to get her to tell him what she was here for before he assumed anything. One wrong move could mean-

"Earth to Kenny," Bebe was waving her hand in front of his face. "Are you even listening?"

Kenny sat up quickly, "Why are you here? If you don't have anything to do then just go." He blurted out, he was already annoyed with her. He remembered that lie she told to Wendy.

"It's about Wendy." Bebe finally said. Kenny felt a sinking in the pit of his stomach. "She told me you two were going on a little 'date' today."

Kenny remained silent. His record had reached the end and the only noise in the room was the soft hum of the spinning record needle and the muffled voices of the TV through his door. He didn't have anything to say, this was a trap. He felt like his world was caving in around him.

"I was surprised," Bebe started, "You know I told her about the other day in the bathroom." Her eyes flicked over him. Kenny didn't know why but he felt like the walls were getting smaller around him.

"About how you begged me to suck your dick," Bebe said it so softly Kenny wasn't sure it wasn't an auditory hallucination. Was this the weed, or were things getting as heavy as in his mind? Bebe's hand rested on his arm, pulling him closer. She was speaking so softly, in a way that sent chills down Kenny's spine. "I thought I told you to stay away from her."

Her voice was ice cold and barely above a whisper. Her mouth was close to his ear. He could feel her hot breath on his neck. What was she doing? His mind was swimming with things to say, things to do, how to get out of this situation. "What are going to do about this?" Bebe asked, It was like she was reading his mind.

Kenny didn't feel in control of his body anymore. He felt like he was outside looking in. Watching this scene go down in his room but unable to do anything about it. Was this... he couldn't think. The weed, my parents weed is this...

His mind was turning to jelly. He felt Bebe plant a soft kiss right under his ear. Time seemed to be moving differently now. Slower, but he still couldn't keep up. "Too bad I'll have to tell Wendy about how we fucked tonight," Bebe said, planting her lips on Kenny's neck.

His mind was radio static. All he could hear was buzzing around his head. What's going on? What am I on? Was this laced? Why would my parents let me smoke it if it was laced... this is definitely not like any weed I've had before. What am I doing again?

The gears in Kenny's mind we're turning. Slowly processing what Bebe had said. "But we didn't fuck tonight..." Kenny finally said out loud. He hadn't even noticed Bebe had been leaving a hickey on his neck for the last minute. Right on the side, visible to the whole world.

"But Wendy won't know that," Bebe smirked up at him. He stared into her eyes.

"What?" He asked, chuckling. He felt so far away from her. He felt like he was across the room, floating.

"Wendy doesn't have to know that we didn't fuck." Bebe smiled innocently, "But she sure will think we did." She stood up, leaving Kenny in a cloud of confusion.

"Bebe we didn't fuck though. I already told you, we can't fuck again after what happened." Kenny just laughed, what was she going on about. He wasn't even sure she was in his room right now. Maybe she was a figment of his imagination.

"What are you on?" She asked, crossing her arms.

"I don't know. Just some weed, I guess." Kenny replied. He'd never felt like this before though. He was one second away from losing his mind. A weird pit of anxiety sat in his stomach.

"You don't even know what you've taken tonight," Bebe scoffed, "this is why you're no good for Wendy. You're even worse off than Stan. At least he knew what he was drinking. You're acting like some crackhead, just like your crackhead parents."

Kenny felt his world shatter around him. He stared at the ground, mouth agape. She was right.

"And another thing," she continued, walking around his room. "Look at these posters you put up. I mean seriously? Bikini models on every wall? You're a pig, Kenny."

"You chase after women just to see their ass and tits and make them suck your dick. But that's not even all, you can't stop at just women, you go after men too. You'll fuck anything that moves, correct?" She questioned. She sounded very authoritative.

Kenny's windpipe felt like it was closing. Why was she doing this to him? Why right now? He couldn't even think clearly.

"You're not even retaining the things I'm saying to you. It's kind of pathetic, honestly." Bebe shook her head. Kenny couldn't make eye contact with her. She was right.

"Just stay away from Wendy, okay?" Bebe said it so cheerfully, "Then I won't have to lie to her about how we fucked tonight." She smiled brightly.

So that's what she meant. Kenny's hazy brain finally put the puzzle pieces together. "I-" he started, but he stopped. What did he have to say? Maybe Bebe was right. Maybe Wendy was too good for him.

Who am I kidding, she's way to good for me.

"Look you're gonna be fine, I'm sure whatever drug your on will wear off in time for school." Bebe was back to her cheerful self again. The somewhat demonic manipulative girl was nowhere to be found. "But can I get your word you'll stay away from Wendy?"

"I-"

"Never mind. I don't need your word. But if you don't stay away, you know what will happen." She smiled, "Can you walk me out?"

Kenny stood up silently. He started walking her to the front door. His legs felt like jelly. He didn't even feel like he was in his own body right now. Stay away from Wendy? He couldn't stay away from her. He was just starting to really like her.

"Bye Kenny, I'll see you at school tomorrow." Bebe opened the front door and waved, as she walked down the snowy walkway to her car. Kenny slammed the door and stood there for a moment.

"Why the hell are you slamming the door?" His mom yelled, Kenny had no idea where she was.

"Was that weed laced?" Kenny asked he started stumbling back to his room. He felt an anxiety attack swelling up in his chest. Fuck fuck fuck...

"Well of course it was. It's our standard for a Sunday night, Kenny." His mom appeared in front of him. "Angel dust and weed. I thought you knew that."

Kenny just pushed past her and walked into his room closing the door. He slid down the door and held his head in his hands. His heart was beating loudly in his chest, thumping against his rib cage, desperate to get out.

How could this be happening?

Bebe was right, Kenny was worst than Stan. He'd spent the whole evening tripping on PCP.

•••

The next morning Kenny woke up in a cold sweat. His alarm was blaring. He slammed his hand down on top of it and sat up, looking around his room. He still felt dazed, and scared. He couldn't remember much of what happened after Bebe left the night before. All he really remembered was laying in bed and watching the wall wondering how he was going to get out of this situation.

The lump of anxiety was still in his chest.

He pulled on his clothes and got in his truck. He drove to school in a haze. He parked his car and stared straight ahead. He still couldn't focus. He wondered if he was still tripping. He looked up and saw Wendy and Bebe cross the parking lot, laughing and taking. He sunk down. He hoped they wouldn't see him here.

Bebe's words from the night before still run in his ears.

Maybe she was right.

The passenger door of his truck flew open and Craig appeared. "Hey man, what the fuck are you doing?"

Kenny looked over at him slowly. "Just waiting for school to start, I guess."

"Are you okay man?" Craig climbed inside the car and shut the door. He sat his backpack on his lap and started digging through it.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Kenny relaxed a bit, he glanced over at Craig.

"Want an edible?" Craig asked, extending a bag of gummies that reeked like weed to Kenny.

"Nah man, I'm gonna have to pass today," Kenny replied. His head was still buzzing from his unintended angel dust high the night prior.

"Kenny turning down drugs, no I'm really worried."

"I just had a bad trip, I accidentally tripped on PCP last night," Kenny explained, he didn't want to get more into anything that happened. He pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lit one up.

"Damn, were you doing PCP on your date with Wendy?" Craig asked, chuckling.

"Dude, no way. My parents let me smoke their laced weed." Kenny sighed taking a long drag. "Fucking assholes, man."

"Damn." A moment of silence passed. "How was your day with Wendy anyways, looks like it went good." Craig snickered and poked Kenny's neck.

"What?" Kenny asked, reaching up to feel his neck.

"That's a fat hickey dude!" Craig burst out laughing, "You're such a clown. How do you not know what I'm talking about?"

Kenny flipped down his visor and opened the mirror. His neck had a large dark bruise on it. "Fuck." He breathed, it must've been Bebe.

Craig was still laughing at him. At least Craig wouldn't make him explain anything. He pulled up his hood to hide his neck and finished his cigarette.

The first bell rang and he and Craig made their way to their respective classes. All through first period Kenny stared out the window and doodles in his notes. He felt too fried for learning today anyways.

Eventually, he got bored, the class just seemed to drag on and on. He had no idea how people could enjoy school at all. He was just waiting until he graduated then he had plans to run away.

His eyes wandered around the classroom. He noticed Kyle was still gone. It looked so strange to see his desk empty.

Cartman was sitting in the back row spitting spitballs into Butters' hair. Butters seemed to be engaged in the lesson, typical.

Kenny wanted to get up and stretch his legs. He felt like if he had to sit still for another minute he might just fade away. The hall pass was hanging by the door. He stood up and skunked out of the classroom.

He walked into the bathroom and started to take a piss. He heard footsteps and looked up and saw David walking in. Man did he look tired.

Kenny went to wash his hands and took a minute to stare at himself in the mirror. His reflection stared back, he looked tired too.

David washed his hands next to him.

"Hey... hows Kyle?" Kenny asked, breaking the silence.

"He's a mess," David replied, drying off his hands. "He thinks Stan was his only friend."

"Hm, me and Cartman always thought the were gay." Kenny chuckled, he saw David smile.

"You know, Kyle could really use a friend right now," David said, looking at Kenny expectantly.

"Oh, you mean me?" Kenny asked. David raised his arms as if to say "who else". "I'm not sure Kyle likes me anymore. We kind of fell off." He felt embarrassed about it for some reason. The only person he'd been able to stay good friends with was Cartman. Kyle sometimes felt kind of distant. He was too good for him. And Stan, Stan and Kenny hadn't talked in years before...

"Look I don't think he'll care very much. He's missing Stan right now, didn't you all used to be friends. I've tried to say good things about him but you know how I felt about Stan." David shrugged, "He was no good. I think it would mean something to him if someone who saw Stan in the same light talked him."

Kenny started laughing, "What? You thought me and Stan were good friends or something?" Kenny and Stan did have their moments in the past, but now? They were strangers when he died. Kenny's face still stung from the brutal beating he got in hell from him.

"Look just think about it, please." David smoked softly, "I'm going there after school if you wanna come too."

"Okay well, I better get back to class." Kenny walked by him. He didn't want to think about it anymore.

•••

Kenny felt like he spent the whole day hiding, but school was finally over. He walked out to his truck and sat down it. He sighed, he felt like he'd been holding his breath all day.

His phone buzzed, it was a text from Wendy.

Hey are you busy after school today?

Kenny looked out the window. What should he do? He was worried about Bebe. Maybe he should just tell Wendy. But then again, who would Wendy believe, her or him?

He saw David walking in the distance. He remembered the talk they had in the bathroom. Maybe seeing Kyle was the perfect excuse. He needed more time to figure this Wendy situation out, and maybe some of Karen's makeup to cover up this hickey.

He texted Wendy back and told her he was visiting Kyle. He then put his phone down and shifted his truck into gear. He drove towards the Brofkovski household. He hadn't been there in so long. It looked the same. He waited for David to pull up in his car.

When he finally got there Kenny awkwardly got out of his car and walked over to David.

"You decided to come?" David asked he looked shocked.

"Yeah, I figured Kyle needed it." Kenny shrugged nonchalantly.

"Good, I felt kind of guilty. I have to go to basketball practice in a few minutes. I really didn't want to leave him alone." David explained as they walked to the front door. He knocked and Gerald answered.

Kenny let out a sigh of relief that it wasn't Sheila. "Hey boys, are you here to see Kyle? He's upstairs."

Gerald let them inside. "Kenny? I haven't seen you around lately. How's Stuart?" He asked.

"Still a drunk," Kenny replied, smiling grimly. Gerald gave an awkward laugh and Kenny was thankful David wasted no time leading them to Kyle's room.

"Kyle, how are you baby?" David asked once inside. He dropped his bag and went over to the bed, sitting down next to a lump, which Kenny assumed was Kyle.

"I'm doing okay," Kyle replied, his voice sounded meek. David began rubbing his back.

"Look I brought Kenny with me," David said softly. Kyle sat up and looked at Kenny. He had dark circles under his eyes and his face was puffy from crying.

"Kenny?" Kyle asked he seemed a bit confused, "What are you doing here?"

"Celebrating the life of Stan," Kenny replied, he looked down.

Kyle and David talked about school. Kenny felt left out.

What am I doing here?

Eventually, David had to leave. He and Kyle kissed and Kenny looked away. "I guess I better get going too," Kenny said, though he felt like he had no purpose being here in the first place.

"Wait Kenny, can you stay for a bit?" Kyle asked Kenny nodded. He guessed this wasn't the worst way to spend a Monday night.

David left and Kenny picked himself up and went and sat next to Kyle on his bed. "So what's up?" He asked awkwardly. He was feeling very out of place today. Maybe it was the drugs.

"I can't believe Stan is gone," Kyle said. His voice sounded so hollow.

"Me either," Kenny replied, though he knew he felt only a fraction of the grief Kyle felt for him.

"Remember when he wanted to give me his kidney?" Kyle asked, a small smile playing on his lips.

Kenny laughed, "Yeah, I remember. He was so worried about you. He always was."

"Yeah, we were super best friends," Kyle said softly, he pointed to a picture on his desk. It was Kyle and Stan no older than ten. They both had on Terrance and Philip merch from head to toe. "We did everything together."

"I know Kyle, you two were really the best of friends," Kenny replied. He was starting to get sad. The reality of Stan being gone was only starting to sink in.

"Yeah, but I always felt like I could be doing more." Kyle's voice cracked, "Especially these last few months. I could've been there for him more. I could've helped him get help. I could've done so much more for him, but I didn't."

Kenny looked over at Kyle, he had tears streaming down his face now. "It's not your fault he's gone, Kyle. You were his best friend until the end." Guilt welled up inside him. If anyone was to blame for Stan's passing it was him and Wendy.

"It just hurts so bad, Kenny." Kyle laid down in his bed, Kenny could hear him crying softly.

Kenny kicked off his shoes and pulled the covers up on the bed. He wedged himself between the wall and Kyle, putting his arms around him. Kyle was surprisingly small, fragile in a way. Maybe it was because he was crying so hard.

Kenny pulled Kyle in close to him, holding him comfortingly. "I know it hurts." Kenny sighed softly, "Just let it all out."

Kenny felt Kyle's body begin trembling slightly as he held him close. Kenny stared at the wall. He felt nothing but guilt.

•••

Wendy was walking out to the bus stop when she got a text back from Kenny. Her heart skipped a beat, she hoped he was free.

Sorry, I told Kyle I'd come see him today.

Her heart kind of sunk. "Damnit," she mumbled, she'd really wanted to see him today. Though, she figured it wasn't fair to complain about him visiting Kyle. She wondered how he was doing too.

There was a honk behind her that made him jump. She turned around and saw Bebe and Red laughing in Bebe's bright red car. "Hey Wendy, wanna come to the mall with us?" Bebe asked.

Wendy grinned, "I'd love to." She had nothing else to be doing today anyway. She walked over the car and climbed in the back seat, setting her backpack down next to her. "I'm glad you guys came when you did. I asked Kenny to hang out with me, but he was busy."

Bebe made eye contact with her in the rearview mirror. "You're still entertaining him?" She questioned.

Wendy laughed, "What? We went on one date. I don't know what kind of warped view you have in your mind."

"How was the date anyways?" Red asked, turning around to face Wendy. She smiled expectantly as Wendy shared the details of their date with her.

Bebe quietly watched out the window as she drove. She didn't say anything the whole way to the mall. Red and Wendy talked amongst themselves about the date the whole ride there.

"What are you guys looking for at the mall?" Wendy asked once Bebe bad pulled into a parking space.

"Well, I wanted to go into Victoria's Secret, they're having a great sale right now." Red grinned.

"Oh really?" Wendy smiled back, "I could use a new bra."

The girls walked into the mall. Red and Wendy talked as Bebe sulked walking slightly faster than them.

Inside Victoria's Secret Wendy and Bebe stood around as red searched the drawers forever. "Red is the slowest shopper ever," Bebe complained, she and Wendy had picked out what they were going to try on ages ago.

Wendy giggled, "Yeah, but that makes her Red."

They stood in silence for a second. "So, do you think you'll go out with Kenny again?" Bebe asked.

"Yeah probably," Wendy smiled, "He's so sweet. I feel like we didn't get to spend enough time together last time anyways."

Bebe rolled her eyes, averting her gaze so Wendy wouldn't see. "Wendy you know I love you, but you know Kenny is no good."

"Bebe stop, you're worried for no reason. All me and him did was go to dinner and go to the arcade. We're taking things slow." Wendy looked at her friend, "We aren't even anything official." She dismissed.

"Okay let's go try these on!" Red cheerfully approaches them. "Oh... what's wrong?" She asked seeing how Bebe was sulking still.

"It's nothing, let's just get this over with." Bebe lead the way to the dressing room and the two girls followed in toe.

When they were in the dressing room they all tried on their bras. Wendy had picked out a red lace lined bra. She'd be lying if she said she didn't have Kenny in mind while picking it out.

She looked at her slender frame in the mirror. She felt almost weird doing this. She definitely hadn't ever done anything like this for Stan before. She never thought he cared what she was wearing. She knew that Kenny would take special notice.

After the three girls purchased their things Bebe said she was done with the mall. They rode back in silence and Bebe pulled up in front of Red's house.

"Do you guys wanna come inside? I'm sure my mom will let you stay for dinner." Red questioned.

"Sorry, I'm just really busy," Bebe replied blandly.

"I want to if you can give me a ride home later," Wendy said.

Red nodded and the two girls got out of the car. Bebe drove off the second they stepped away from her car.

"What's up her ass?" Red asked Wendy as they'd good in the snow.

"She's just mad because I like Kenny." Wendy sighed, "I can't figure out what her problem is."

They began to talk to the door. "She's probably jealous of you," Red replied, inserting her key into the door.

"What? No way. If she wanted Kenny she could've gotten him years ago." Wendy shook her head.

"No, she couldn't have, Wendy. Don't you see?" Red paused on opening the door. Wendy wished they could be having this conversation somewhere warmer. "She couldn't get him. All she could do was get him to fuck her. You've got him going on dates with you and spending time with you."

"Yeah but, I don't know. Aren't they friends too? I can't imagine all those times Bebe was with him they were just hooking up. Don't you remember in the summer? She was over there almost every day, all day it seemed like."

"Trust me, Wendy. They aren't doing much." Red finally pushed open the door.

"Wait how do you know that?" Wendy asked, she quickly followed Red inside.

"Bebe told me." Red slipped off her shoes and began to take off her coat. "Kenny is terrible at staying awake after busting a nut, or so I've heard." She snickers.

Wendy thought back to the two times they'd slept together. It was true, he had fallen asleep rather quickly afterward. "What does that have to do with anything though? Wouldn't she just leave?"

"Well, most days she had nowhere to go. On the days we weren't playing tennis she'd always come over afterward. But if we were busy she had nowhere to go except back home. She didn't want her parents to find out what she was doing so she just stayed at Kenny's house for a couple of hours."

"So wait she just sat there next to him while he slept?" She questioned.

"Yep," Red nodded, "I think she lied to her parents and said she was with us. You know how protective her dad is."

"Damn, so she really doesn't know Kenny." Wendy took her coat off, taking a moment to process what Red has just said to her.

"Yeah, she really doesn't. They're acquaintances at best." Red smiled, "She's so obviously jealous."

"Maybe you're right." Wendy replied, "She should've just said something though."

"Why? Even if she admits she's jealous Kenny likes you, silly." Red smiled brightly, she always knew what to say. "Bebe doesn't stand a chance anyway. Come on, let's go watch TV or something."

Wendy followed Ref to her room considering her words. Was Bebe really jealous?