The voices of the teen duo, known as Beavis and Butthead rang throughout the entire suburb of Maple Street as the two screamed childish-insults at each other. Deidra, now fully-clothed, stood outside, in front of Butthead's house, alongside two of Butthead's nexdoor-neighbors: Stewart Stevenson and Tom Anderson.
"Whata ya recon they're fightin' about this time?" Tom asked as he straitened his glasses.
"I don't know but this is the fifth time this week..." Stewart whimpered.
"They're fighting about me..." Deidra admitted with a small sigh.
"Well, I certainly hope you know you can only stay true to one of those boys..." Tom scolded.
"Oh, of course! I know; I'm dating Beavis but...Butthead isn't so happy about it..." Deidra explained.
"Well, I'll be...That Beaver was a nice boy, certainly nicer than that Butthole; I ain't too surprised that he finally found himself a decent lady..." Tom remarked with a grin.
"Yeah! It's the totally-hot Vs. the totally-not!" Deidra joked about the boys' appearances with a smirk. Meanwhile, Beavis and Butthead were still almost-literally at each other's throats as they argued within the nonexistent privacy of Butthead's home.
"It's one thing that ya scored without and before me, but in my bed, Beavis?!" Butthead shouted.
"You're just jealous 'cause I'm better-lookin' than you!" Beavis retorted.
"I knew you thought that!" Butthead gasped.
"It's true; all the girls think so...Heh-heh-heh..." Beavis smirked.
"Shut up, Beavis! You're just a huge buttknocker!" Butthead shouted.
"SHUT UP, BUTTHEAD! I AM NOT!" Beavis snapped as he delivered a swift, hard kick to Butthead's genetalia. The brunette let out a cry of pain, clutching his manhood as his face burned a bright-shade of red and he fell to the floor, in agony.
"Heh-heh! That's right! Heh-heh! I'm not a buttknocker! Heh-heh-heh!
I scored and you didn't! Heh-heh!" Beavis smirked as his friend writhed in pain. He then angrily stormed out of the house and grabbed Deidra's arm.
"C'mon, baby; let's go finish in my trailer. Heh-heh-heh!" He insisted, before being stopped by Stewart.
"Beavis?! Did you and Butthead have another fight? If you're looking for some new friends to hangout with, you can always join the Computer Club with me." The pudgy-kid offered much the blonde's annoyance.
"I ain't joined any clubs, I ain't joined your club and I ain't never gonna join your nerd-club and I'd appreciate it if ya stopped starin' at us through your windows!" Beavis snapped at the pudgy-kid, before dragging Deidra, by the arm back toward his trailer. A bright-red blush of embarrassment covered Stewart's face completely as he approached Butthead, who had now pulled himself together and was now watching the whole scenario unfold through his open, front-door.
"I wasn't staring at you guys through my window, honest. You gotta believe me, Butthead! Come over to my house and I'll show you what I was really looking at through my windows..." Stewart begged in an attempt to cover up his embarrassing-lie.
"Uh...I'm not comin' in your house...Uh-huh-huh..." Butthead replied, before slamming the door in Stewart's face. Later that night, it was around two in the morning when Beavis had finally arrived at his trailer with Deidra. It was old and rundown just like Deidra had expected it to be, yet it had a simple, comforting atmosphere to it that only a true home could provide.
Beavis lead Deidra to his bedroom and the brunette didn't hesitate to nestle up within his covers and make herself comfortable. She watched as her blonde-haired boyfriend angrily muttered insults, directed toward Butthead underneath his breath as he stripped down to his underwear.
"Are you okay, Beavis? What happened with Butthead?" Deidra ask as she couldn't help but blush at the sight of her partially-naked boyfriend.
"He can be a real buttwipe sometimes...Heh-heh...We don't really agree on much of anything anymore and...sometimes I wonder if he even likes me anymore...Heh-heh-heh..." Beavis sighed as he climbed into bed with Deidra.
"Well, I think you're better off without him..." Deidra smiled as she caressed his cheeks gently.
"Yeah! Yeah! Heh-heh! I am! Heh-heh-heh!" Beavis agreed, before he and Deidra shared another passionate kiss.
After Beavis and Deidra had finished up what they had started back at Butthead's house, the two fell asleep in each other's arms. The next morning, Beavis' brown eyes slowly fluttered open as the sun's unforgiving-rays blazed in through the small slits in his blinds and shined down upon his face.
"Heh-heh! I scored..." The blonde snickered as he groggily climbed out of bed and slipped on his grey shorts.
"Deidra?! Heh-heh..." The blonde called out as he searched his trailer for his female companion. The blonde stopped short in front of his bathroom however, when he heard wrenching-noises emitting from beyond its door.
"Deidra? Heh-heh...You okay in there, babe? Heh-heh-heh..." Beavis questioned out of concern as he gently knocked on the door.
"My stomach hurts..." Deidra groaned as she emerged from her guest's bathroom, looking paler than usual and a bit sickly. The poor girl nearly fainted but with quick-thinking and a gasp of concern, Beavis was able to catch her, before she fell to the floor.
"Heh-heh! Look, why don't ya like...go get back in bed and I'll make ya some soup or somethin'? Heh-heh-heh..." Beavis offered as he began leading Deidra back toward his bedroom. Once Deidra was safely and comfortably snuggled up back in Beavis' bed, Beavis headed to the kitchen to make some soup for his sickly-girlfriend's stomach.
"Heh-heh! I don't have any chicken soup but I guess Ramen 'll work..." Beavis muttered as he grabbed the packet of chicken-flavored Ramen from his pantry and began to prepare it. It didn't take him long to finish Deidra's soup, before he returned to his bedroom to check up on her and possibly feed her.
"Heh-heh...Hey, how ya doin'?" He asked softly as he watched his girlfriend weakly sit up in his bed.
"My stomach still hurts but oddly enough I'm starving..." Deidra replied as Beavis made his way over to the bed and took a seat on the edge of the bed, nearest to her.
"Well, heh-heh...I gotcha some Ramen..." He grinned as he offered a forkful out to feed her.
"Thanks..." Deidra thanked with a small smile as she gratefully devoured the meal that her boyfriend was feeding to her.
"So whata ya think ya ate that made your stomach hurt? Do ya think ya gotta take a dump or somethin'?" Beavis questioned, provoking a dark-red blush of embarrassment to spread over Deidra's countenance.
"N-No! Of course not! I-I just...I don't know..." She stammered as she finished off the last of her soup.
"Should we like...go to a doctor or somethin'? Heh-heh-heh..." Beavis asked with great concern embedded in his tone despite his usual chuckle.
"I don't know...I guess I will if it gets any worse..." Deidra replied. She couldn't help but feel touched by how much the blonde-haired teen cared for her wellbeing.
"You know? You're really not as bad as the other girls at school say you are..." She acknowledged, out loud with a small grin. She soon regretted her decision to bring up this topic however, once the saw how saddened Beavis appeared by this.
"O-Oh no! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to..." She began, only to be cut off by Beavis.
"It's okay...Heh-heh...I know what they say about me...The whole school knows what they say about me and they agree with them...even the teachers...Mm-heh-heh...but I don't care anymore...
I've stopped carin' a long time ago...Hm-hm-heh..." He sighed as Deidra listened with a look of sympathy.
"Something tells me you still do care..." Deidra placed a hand on her boyfriend's shoulder in concern. The blonde opened his mouth to say something else but was abruptly cut off by a loud, harsh knocking at the door.
"Be right back...Heh-heh!" Beavis excused himself as he made his way over to the front door to answer it. Much to the blonde's horror, he was met with Deidra's father angrily standing on the other side of the door.
"Where is she?! Where's my daughter, trailer-trash?!" Deidra's father aggressively demanded.
"Daddy?" Deidra gasped as she rushed over to Beavis' aid. This only angered Deidra's father further.
"Deidra...the residents of Maple Street said you'd be here but I didn't want to believe it...Go outside and wait in the car, now!" He ordered.
"But daddy!" Deidra began only to be cut off by her father.
"Now, young-lady!" He demanded as he pointed toward his car. Deidra did as told and tearfully exited Beavis' trailer.
"Heh-heh! Listen now...Heh-heh...Let's just take it easy...Heh-heh-heh..." Beavis held his hands up defensively as he tried to reason with Deidra's enraged-father.
"I don't want to hear anything you have to say, you lousy piece of trailer-trash! You and my daughter?! How could you do this?!" Deidra's father shouted as he towered over the defenseless blonde, menacingly.
"I didn't do anything; it just sorta happened! Heh-heh-heh!" Beavis defended.
"No, you took advantage of my teenage daughter just for the benefit of your own pleasure!" Deidra's father accused.
"N-No! No! I would never take advantage of Deidra! Heh-heh-heh! I love her!" Beavis insisted, only to earn a brutal punch to his left eye from Deidra's father.
The blonde let out a high-pitched squeal of pain as he pitifully fell to the ground.
"If you ever try to contact my daughter again, I will kill you!" Deidra's father threatened before angrily storming off and leaving Beavis alone and injured.
TO BE CONTINUED...