Chapter Thirty-Four - Nothing Left Unsaid.

Bebe sighed, watching the mist from her lips dance in the cool air in front of her. A chilling breeze rustled in the trees and ran throughout her core as she pulled her jacket tighter around herself. She shuffled back slightly, ascending a step further up the staircase of the unlocked bus. A knowing smirk crossed the blonde girl's lips.

In that moment amongst the darkness of the night sky, Bebe was sitting aboard the steps of the same coach where she had spent much of the previous evening, as well. Apparently, nobody had noticed that the bus was still open and unlocked, just as everyone was still yet to uncover the antics that Bebe and Kyle had gotten up to inside of it. A deep blush fell into Bebe's cheeks as she shook her head slightly and reached for her mobile phone in her pocket.

The teenage girl squinted at the brightness of the screen before she furrowed her brow. Eleven thirty-seven. The curfew for all the students throughout the grounds had ticked over a little more than half an hour ago, and Bebe had been sitting down and waiting at the back of the camp site for about fifteen minutes or so now.

Just as she considered maybe climbing off the coach and sneaking back to her cabin, Bebe's heart suddenly skipped a beat as she finally noticed a familiar figure approaching her out of the shadows.

The second that Kyle spotted her and spied exactly where she was seated, his eyes widened and he held in hands up in front of him.

"Okay, look, I was willing to risk getting suspended for one passionate heat of the moment, but I really think two might just be pushing our luck."

Instantly exploding into an array of giggles, Bebe shifted over and patted the space on the step beside her, "Relax, dumbie, I was just wanted somewhere to sit down."

Smiling at her cheekily, Kyle shoved his hands into his pockets and wandered over towards Bebe, taking his place next to her.

The immediate warmth that Bebe felt as Kyle's body fell next to hers made all her shivers vanish into thin air. She snuggled up next to him for a moment, sharing his addictive body heat before she timidly glanced up to meet his face with hers.

Bebe swallowed, "How's your lip?"

At the very last word that tip-toed from Bebe's own lips, Kyle tried to nervously shy away. He knew his mouth still looked all swollen and sore and horrible, and the last thing he wanted was for Bebe to over react because of it.

With a small shrug of his shoulders, Kyle kept his head tilted slightly down towards the ground, "It's fine."

Instantly, Bebe cocked a suspicious eyebrow. Did Kyle seriously think she was that gullible?

"Oh, really?" she challenged, forcefully bringing her hand to the tender skin of his mouth. The precise second that her thumb ran over his bottom lip, Kyle cringed and let out a hiss of pain.

"Ow!" he cried, "That doesn't mean you're allowed to touch it!"

Laughing wildly to herself all over again, Bebe folded her arms across her chest and shook her head in disappointment, "I told you it wasn't a good idea to pick a fight with those two creeps."

"Hey, it's not like I got my ass handed to me," Kyle retorted, "I landed one exactly the same on his mouth, too."

With a roll of her eyes, Bebe chuckled out an unamused scoff as her vision fell away from Kyle's. Dropping the joking tone in his voice, the teenage boy's expression softened as he stared at the gorgeous girl beside him.

Kyle knew just how worried Bebe had been for him and his safety. It had been all too evident in her voice when she had fearfully shrieked his name and thrown herself between him and Connor. And as much as Kyle may have wanted to absolutely lunge at Connor at the time and pummel him with every ounce of strength that he had, the Jewish boy knew that he had much more to consider than just he own selfish need for revenge. He needed to think about Bebe's happiness and wellbeing, too.

After all, he was her boyfriend now.

Gently clearing his throat, Kyle affectionately nudged Bebe where she sat next to him, "Are you mad at me?"

Swaying in hesitation for a mere moment or two, Bebe could only playfully nudge Kyle back, "No," she conceded, "How can I be mad at you when I've wanted to bash both their skulls in since before Wendy even came back?"

Laughing at the purely terrifying determination in her voice, Kyle felt the slightest sense of relief cross him as he finally draped an arm over Bebe's shoulders and pulled her in towards him.

The fearless blonde was certainly one tough cookie. Kyle wouldn't have been at all surprised if, given the opportunity, Bebe actually had tried to take on Griffin or Connor or anyone else from Malibu. But luckily for the both of them, Kyle was the only one carrying any injuries from their whirlwind afternoon.

Resting her head on his shoulder, Bebe sighed, "Speaking of Wendy, how are her and Stan now?"

"Oh, they're fine," Kyle instantly replied, sarcastically waving off the redundant question, "Back to being obsessed with each other all over again."

"Well, thank God for that," Bebe shot back just as cynically.

As much as they were genuinely happy that their best friends had been able to mend their relationship and finally put an end to their explosive argument, Bebe and Kyle still felt pretty damned relieved for themselves. If Stan and Wendy were getting along, it generally made it much easier for everyone else around them to get along, as well. And not only that, but it also meant that maybe now Kyle and Bebe would be able to reveal the secret they had been keeping all day.

"So..." Bebe cooed flirtatiously. She pulled back from Kyle's shoulder, gazing up at him as she laced her fingers together with his, "When should we break the news to them?"

Locking his eyes with hers, Kyle began to mull over Bebe's question as he traced circles on the back of her hand with his thumb. While the past twenty-four hours had been some of the most confronting of Kyle's entire life, they had also brought him incredible bliss to know that Bebe truly now was his girlfriend.

But, at the same time, it had also felt like a very short twenty-four hours. And deep down, Kyle still wanted to selfishly keep Bebe all to himself. At least for a little while longer.

"Mm," he hummed, leaning down towards her, "Maybe not just yet."

Matching the excited grin on his face and the cheeky glisten in his eyes, Bebe felt her heart skip a beat at Kyle's words. She slowly leant in, too, meeting him halfway until she finally felt the soft sensation of her lips colliding with his. She pressed into him, almost desperate for his taste as she pecked at him over and over again.

"Ow," Kyle yelped once more, pulling back from her and taking his hand to the left side of his mouth with a laugh, "Just kiss the other side, would ya'?"

Bebe's face went almost completely red with laughter. She shuffled even closer to him, squeezing his torso in a tight hug and awkwardly kissing and licking at the opposite side of his lips between giggles. His own chuckles sounded just as sweet as the young couple simply melted into one another, eliminating any sense of the cold chill that still stung the air around them.

Clearly both teenagers still had a number of strange habits that the other was going to have to used to sharing a relationship with, but they were both unquestionably up for the challenge.

No matter how much of a goofball Kyle was, at least Bebe could now say that he was her goofball.

The murmured noises of Wendy softly breathing in her sleep were some of the sweetest that Stan had ever heard.

Her body was relaxed and so comfortably warm where it lay against his. Stan was sort of half propped up against the head of the small, single bed, while Wendy rested her head on him with one arm stretched out and cuddled around his torso. It was definitely a tight fit for the both of them to be cramming in a bed much smaller than what they were used to, but Stan didn't care. He looked away from his phone for a second and simply gazed down at his girlfriend where he was hugging her back.

As Wendy was perfectly still and her eyes were sleepily closed shut, Stan sighed happily into the silent room. She was so beautiful.

The young couple had both had a long, harrowing day. As much as Stan wished he could put his phone down and snuggle deeper down beside Wendy and just fall asleep, too, there was one opposing thought rudely nagging in the back of his brain. The teenage boy couldn't help but feel like he should stay awake just that little bit longer in case Wendy suddenly awoke in the middle of the night and needed him. He wouldn't stay up all night – just a while longer. Just long enough to ensure that Wendy was soundly crashed out in a million sweet dreams.

As cheesy and romantic as that all sounded, there was actually a second reason why Stan was still awake. And then, as if on cue, the door to the bedroom slowly creaked open as the dark haired boy looked over to it. Kyle stepped into the darkened space, glancing at his own bed for a second, before he flicked his eyes over to Stan.

Instantly, the harshest confusion flashed across Kyle's face.

"Oh, God, what the hell am I walking in on?"

"Shh! You'll wake her," Stan hissed sharply at his best friend, "And you're not walking in on anything, dude, she just didn't want to be alone tonight."

Quickly biting his tongue, Kyle hesitated for a moment. Soon enough, though, all the red head could do was sigh as he reluctantly walked over to his own bed on the opposite side of the room.

"Where were you?" Stan asked, keeping the whisper in his voice.

Matching his friend's quiet tone, Kyle murmured his way through a lie, "My headache came back, I just went to get some painkillers."

As he sat down on the edge of his bed, Kyle allowed his eyes to scan over Wendy for a split second where she lay in Stan's arms. He heaved another sigh as he spoke with genuine concern, "Is she okay?"

Locking eyes with his best friend and shooting him a grateful grin, Stan slowly nodded his head, "She will be," he answered, gently pulling Wendy closer, "You'll never guess what Hasler told me?"

Kyle raised a curious eyebrow, "What?"

Stan could barely keep the excitable tone out of his voice as the most ecstatic smirk beamed on his face, "The principal down in Malibu received the reports about everything that happened. Everything that Griffin did," he began, "He said that he's to be completely cut from the team, like, immediately. For good."

"Oh, shit dude," Kyle said, laughing in quiet amusement.

"Right?" Stan spat back, "And, this is all right before a college scout is due to go out to their school next week to start recruiting players for scholarships."

The very moment that the last word left Stan, Kyle grinned back at him just as widely. He threw his head back with another cynical laugh, only stopping himself and shutting his mouth as Wendy stirred slightly in her sleep. Looking down at her, Stan held his breath, sighing in relief when she settled again as he began to gently rub her back. Finding Kyle's eyes in the darkness again, the two boys smiled at each other.

Everything that they both had been through together over the past two days was suddenly all totally worth it. Justice had been served to Griffin swiftly and oh so harshly. And quite frankly, as far as Stan and Kyle were concerned, it couldn't have happened to a nicer guy.

With this thought still happily drumming in the back of his mind, Kyle's expression dropped slightly. He hesitated for a second or two before nervously opening his mouth to speak again, "But, uh... have you thought about what Hasler might say to you if he catches you and Wendy in here sharing a bed together?"

Thrown back a little by the sudden turn in conversation, Stan's vision flew back down to the gorgeous figure in his arms. With a vicious shake of his head, the teenage boy's answer was sharp as he chuckled, "I don't care."

Stan was so entranced by the peaceful image of Wendy asleep in his grasp that he almost didn't notice how heated his tone to Kyle had sounded. Biting down on his tongue and stifling his guilt, the dark haired boy kept his eyes affectionately glued to Wendy for a moment longer before he turned back to his best friend.

With an expression of pure and absolute seriousness, Stan calmly parted his lips.

"I love her, dude."

Stan's whispers gently dissolved into the silence of the room. Surely by now after everything that had happened – after he had put his passion for football and his health and body on the line for Wendy, and after he absolutely refused to give up on her – surely anyone would be able to see just how much Stan cared for Wendy more than he cared for himself. But the quarterback couldn't be mad at Kyle for not understanding that. He couldn't be expected to, having never been in love.

Though, of course, little did Stan know that Kyle actually was starting to form some sort of idea about just how quickly the right girl was able to become so unconditionally irreplaceable. The red head may have certainly still been quite a few steps away from toppling over and falling completely in love, but the notion of wanting to protect his girlfriend at any and all cost wasn't unfamiliar to him. And it was definitely something he was starting to fully understand.

Kyle's appearance was just as genuine as Stan's as he heaved his shoulders up and down in a conceding shrug.

"I know you do."

The bright blue of Stan's orbs lit up in pleasant surprise at Kyle's words.

It wasn't that Stan was purposely trying to expect the worst in his friend. No matter how supportive Kyle had tried to be since Stan and Wendy got back together, deep down he just still hadn't really budged on his true opinion about her and the mistakes she had made. And on top of all that, Stan was almost certain that Kyle wouldn't be forgetting or undermining what the entire ordeal had made him do to himself all those months ago.

But things were different now.

Not only was Kyle growing more in touch with his own emotions, but knowing now everything that had happened to Wendy in Malibu, he was seeing how authentic her feelings for Stan really were. And just how true they had always been.

Smiling at his best friend, Kyle rolled his eyes, finally admitting defeat. He supposed it was pretty incredible to see Stan so happy again, "You two were made for each other."

As good as it may have felt to say out loud, Kyle wasn't going to give Stan the chance to make him feel like even more of a dork. Instantly shooting up from his bed, the red head turned towards the small ensuite of their room. In one final moment, he glanced back at Stan. The two of them remained wordless, exchanging a reprieving smile before Kyle vanished into the bathroom to get ready for bed.

At long last, for the first time that whole weekend, Stan felt completely at ease.

The silence settled back in all around him, only being broken as he blew out a soft, blissful sigh from between his lips. He turned slightly where he was sat in bed, throwing his phone down on top of his open suitcase. He had allowed himself to be distracted for long enough, and as he eyelids only became heavier and heavier, Stan finally conceded that it was time for him to go to sleep, too.

Awkwardly wriggling down further under the sheets in an attempt to get comfortable, the teenager gently flipped from his back to his side, lying face to face with Wendy. He tried to keep his arm around her as best he could, but the second she was shifted even an inch from her relaxed position, Wendy's eyes slowly fluttered open.

Catching her gaze, Stan cursed quietly to himself before tenderly brushing the longer of her raven locks out of her face, "Sorry baby," he whispered.

Still half asleep and not totally aware of what was going on, Wendy murmured more than spoke as she tried to reply to her boyfriend.

"Shh," Stan hushed her, "Go back to sleep."

With a blank and thoughtless expression on her face, Wendy simply did as she was told, impulsively cuddling closer to Stan. She buried her head in his chest and let out the tiniest little snore as she instantly fell back into her deep slumber. Chuckling softly to himself, Stan clutched back at her, sensing an overwhelming joy flow throughout his body.

It only took a few more seconds until he eventually allowed his eyes to close and the true darkness of the room to consume him. He could still hear Kyle fumbling around in the bathroom, but it was nowhere near enough noise to keep him awake. His soul felt too at peace, and his chest was too exhausted from his heart racing in so much happiness.

Falling asleep with Wendy in his arms that night felt a million times sweeter than any victory on the football field or any triumph over Griffin that weekend ever could have.

A yawn exploded from the back of Kyle's throat as he stretched his arms out to the side and reluctantly opened his eyes. He felt blinded for a second or two by the sunlight streaming in through the thin curtain of the window. Rubbing his weary face and pushing back the front bits of his red afro, he reached back and tugged the hair tie out from the middle of the curly mess.

Simply gazing at the piece of black elastic that he had snatched from Bebe's wrist two nights ago, Kyle smiled.

Gently throwing it to safely land on top of his open suitcase, Kyle grabbed his green hat and shoved it on his head, stuffing his hair completely inside of it. As the events from the previous night suddenly dawned on him, the teenage boy peered out of the corner of his eye to Stan's bed.

Finding it to be empty and unmade, Kyle frowned. He already remembered that Stan had an early practice session that morning. Even though he had been benched for South Park's next game, Coach Hasler was still all too willing to push his quarterback through a gruelling early morning workout. But then, that still left Wendy. Soon enough, though, Kyle shrugged to himself. She obviously must have just woken up and crept back over to her own cabin.

Throwing his blanket off, Kyle swung his legs over the side of his bed. He huffed out in the slightest annoyance. Knowing that Bebe would have been all alone in her and Wendy's room last night made Kyle sort of regret not pulling the same trick that the dark haired couple had. God only knew how long it was going to take him to convince his mother to let Bebe sleep over once they were back home. Kyle wanted to spend as much time being by Bebe's side and building their new relationship as he possibly could.

Shaking off the thought for now, Kyle stood up from the bed. He stretched again and turned towards the bathroom. He grabbed onto the handle, looking down for a split second as he almost tripped over his bag before cracking open the wooden door open.

The red head glanced back up just in time to see Wendy's reflection clipping up her bra in the bathroom mirror.

Her beautiful brown eyes were wide with surprised amusement, "Oh! Uh... good morning!" she exclaimed.

Kyle's jaw instantly flew to the ground as he used every ounce of his strength to swiftly slam the door back into place, "Goddamn it…" he grumbled.

He rolled his eyes and cringed in embarrassment as he heard Wendy laughing loudly from behind the door. She continued to giggle over the next couple of moments before she reappeared in the bedroom with pink tank top on. She covered her mouth, trying to silence herself when she spotted the unimpressed expression on the Jewish boy's face.

His glower certainly wasn't something that Wendy wasn't acquainted with. She had caught the same unhappy appearance on his face an uncountable number of times over what was now almost the last six weeks. And yet, Wendy was suddenly realising that this was actually the first time since her return that she and Kyle were alone with one another. Normally they would be flanked by either Stan or Bebe or any one of their numerous other friends. But not this time. And as the laughter soon vanished from Wendy's throat, she stared at Kyle softly.

Biting down on her bottom lip, Wendy started to nervously fiddle with the belt loops of her jeans.

"I'm sorry."

At the mere sound of her words, Kyle furrowed his brow. A wave of confusion crossed him as he walked past Wendy to head to the bathroom again. As uncomfortable as the run-in might have been, there was no need to apologise. How was Wendy supposed to know that Kyle was accidentally going to walk in on her?

"It's fine," he answered her.

Wendy shook her head, crossing her arms over her chest, "No, Kyle, I mean..." she trailed off for a second, trying to find the right words. And then, Wendy sighed, "I'm sorry. For everything."

Instantly, Kyle was shocked. The irritation in his features faded as he realised what Wendy was really trying to say to him. The cogs in his mind began whirling, cycling all the way back to the very day that Wendy had left South Park and flashing past every other heartbreaking moment since then. Stan hadn't been the only one hurt by everything that had happened – Kyle had definitely gone through his own unique version of hell, too.

But had he ever truly been expecting an apology from Wendy? Whether he thought he was owed one or not, now that he had actually heard it, Kyle wasn't all too sure how to respond.

Before she could sink too much further into the newly re-formed silence between them, Wendy forced a smile, "Ya' know, we were pretty good friends back in the day, too."

Much to his own surprise, Kyle found himself grinning right back at Wendy, "Well, yeah... we had to be to put up with all of Stan's shit."

Wendy laughed again, "Ha, yeah... like when he was hoarding all that crap in his locker."

"And when he went through that weird phase of being a cynical fucking asshole."

"Oh, please, he's still a cynical asshole."

Chuckling at Wendy's response, Kyle's head shook back and forth with another roll of his eyes. Part of him was incredibly amused at how right he knew the dark haired girl was, but a different part was simmering in blurry disbelief at the fact that the two of them were standing face to face and being so civil. They were laughing with each other. They were getting along with each other. How the heck did this happen so quickly?

It was as if Wendy's selfless admission had made Kyle completely forget every vile thought he had ever had about her. Because, at the end of the day, the fact that she had apologised spoke a million times louder than any of the hurtful crap she had done to Stan in the past.

With a small nod of his head, Kyle smiled at Wendy again.

"It's cool," he told her, "We're cool."

The awkwardness between them immediately fizzled out of the air in the small cabin. A huge weight had been lifted from both their shoulders just by making up with one another. But both Wendy and Kyle knew that this wasn't just for the benefit of themselves. They knew it was going to mean the world to Stan, too.

It was pretty much a necessity for Stan to have his best friend and his girlfriend be friends with each other. He needed Wendy to ensure that Kyle never felt like so much of a third wheel, and he needed Kyle to have Wendy's back and look out for her just as much as he did. And now, at long last, Kyle and Wendy both might have been ready to do this for one another again.

Keeping this thought hammering away in the front of his mind, Kyle bent over to snatch up a clean shirt and a pair of jeans from his suitcase. He licked his lips in hesitation, ignoring the slim pain it brought him as he mused quietly to himself for a moment.

The red headed teen didn't want his best friend's girlfriend feeling like she still had to tip-toe around him anymore. He really was cool with Wendy again – he more or less had been the exact second that he found out what Griffin had done to her. He just wanted there to be a way for him to totally clear the air and absolutely prove this to her.

And then, all of a sudden, it came to him.

Tossing his clothes over his shoulder, Kyle stood back up at stared at Wendy. She gazed back at him with a curious tilt of his head until, finally, Kyle smirked cheekily at her.

"Bebe and I are official."

Without any hint of a warning, Wendy's jaw flew open and slammed down onto the ground. Her eyes near enough bulged right out of her head in surprised disbelief as an explosive gasp shrieked from the back of her throat.

"...What?!"

With a teasing shrug of his shoulders, Kyle kept his mouth tightly shut, and instead, spun around on the spot and leapt over his bag, disappearing into the bathroom. Wendy flinched as the door thudded into place and frowned in dissatisfaction at the sound of the lock clicking over.

"Oh, come on!" she yelled, approaching the door and banging on it with her closed fist, "You've gotta' give me more than that?!"

In the very next moment, Wendy scoffed, choking on a sarcastic laugh as the water in the shower suddenly turned on at what sounded like full force.

"Sorry!" Kyle called back from the other side of the door, "Can't hear you!"

An annoyed growl echoed from between Wendy's teeth as she thumped on the door one more time. As she was met with nothing but more of Kyle's taunting laughter, Wendy shook her head. She wasn't sure which emotion in her heart was more powerful in that moment. The overwhelming happiness she felt to know her best friend had finally settled things with the man of her dreams, or the insane irritation that said man was now fuelling within her.

As she began to question just why she had decided to apologise to him so hastily, Wendy soon gave into an uncontrollable giggle of her own at the entire situation.

No matter how much Stan, Wendy, Kyle and Bebe all tried to deny it – none of them had really grown up all that much since the fourth grade, after all.

"Kyle!"

Hello lovely readers!

This chapter was filled with so much more cuteness, aren't you guys lucky?! :)

Thank you all for so many positive reviews last chapter. I would love to hear what you all think here, too! :)

To quickly answer a question I received last time about where I got the inspiration for this story from - it's honestly been the same as basically every other story I've ever written. Firstly, I just love South Park, and I love Stan and Wendy together. Secondly, I'm a sucker for sappiness, so romance stories are sorta' my thing. And lastly, I'm super heavily influence by music and my favourite songs! Every once in a while, I'll hear a song, listen to the words, and suddenly think "omg, I could write the best story from this!" And that's what happened here! A lot of different songs brought a lot of different ideas into this story for me, but the main one that really kicked off my train of thought was Amnesia by 5SOS.

So there you go! As always, I'd love to hear your thoughts on this chapter, or even what you think of my writing process. Does anyone else do anything similar to me? :)

Anyways! I suppose that's it for this chapter... I'll see you all again soon :)

Till next time guys,

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