Author's Note: Wow… all I can say is that I'm really sorry for taking about a decade to update. I don't have an excuse other than writer's block really. I started writing and realized I was cramming too much into one chapter… That's the short version. The good news is that this means there's already a good chunk of the next chapter complete. Yay? And I think this chapter is a little longer than previous ones, though that doesn't really make up for such a long wait…

I'm also really glad that so many people like the Pride and Prejudice scene in the previous chapter… If you couldn't already tell, that's my all-time favorite romance story, and when I'm feeling particularly down about my love life, my friends and I watch it together. xD It's actually a very uplifting experience, and I highly recommend it if you haven't seen it yet.

Disclaimer: If I owned South Park, the episode "Clubhouses" probably would've ended differently. ;)

Cartman Was Right

Chapter 7

How To Cope

Kyle went home, made himself a ham sandwich, knowing full well that he'd probably pay for it later by spending an eternity in hell; he just couldn't being himself to care.

He had an interesting dream that night.

He was with Bebe… only they weren't each other anymore. There was a lot of blue sky and the wide expanse of a field, which was looked upon from a grassy knoll, but all he seemed to vividly remember was the positively stunning hues of her eyes that put the atmosphere to shame.

He took her hand, and it felt so soft that it was one of those instances in which Kyle really couldn't find words to do the sensation justice.

The next thing he remembered were her lips, precious and full like the petals of a rosa canina. They were so close that he could see the tiny mole that was just visible at the corner of her mouth. Something inside him ached as he saw the dewdrops on her eyelashes as they slid shut and a sense of urgency took over.

Then his phone rang.

He fumbled about in dreamland for several minutes, turning his pockets inside out trying to find it. All the while, Bebe waited impatiently with puckered lips, slowly becoming more rotund until she turned into the fat German Eric Cartman, who responded with a sneer and began to sprout several unsightly tentacles from his back that began to wrap themselves around Kyle's throat –

Kyle sat up in bed so fast that he nearly gave himself whiplash. A bead of cold sweat rolled down lazily between his eyes as he took several steadying breaths. He told himself in a mantra that it was just a dream, and that Eric Cartman was all the way on the other side of town.

It took him a few moments to realize that his cell phone actually was vibrating on his nightstand and was wailing "Don't Stop Believin'" so loudly that he was surprised Bebe's parents hadn't banged on the wall from the adjacent room to tell him to shut up. With a glance at the digital clock, which read something along the lines of "two in the morning," he flipped the phone open and rammed it to the side of his head, hitting himself in the eye before actually getting situated. "'Lo?" he asked groggily.

"Kyle?"

He only had to hear that one tentative word to know who was calling. "Bebe?" he asked gently. "It's two in the freaking morning. Why are you even awake?" Her tenacity never ceased to amaze him.

"I couldn't sleep."

Kyle honestly didn't understand how that was possible. "How come?"

"I was thinking about Stan and Wendy."

"Oh…?" He didn't understand why such old news was worth waking someone up for.

"And I can't help but wonder… what if we don't change back, Kyle?"

The Jew couldn't follow her logic in relating two very different issues. Then again, he was so disoriented that he couldn't even remember his own name at the moment. He sighed heavily and rubbed his eyes with his knuckles. "Bebe… don't think about it like that. It'll work out," he said, though he didn't sound to sure himself since she had just voiced his deepest concern.

"But…" she said so quietly that he almost didn't hear her.

"'But' what?"

"What if I can't have what Wendy has?"

What does Wendy have… other than a boyfriend who would rather eat rusty nails than leave her? "I seriously doubt you'll have any trouble getting some guy to like you." He supposed it was probably best to just listen to her talk… even if he was tuning out the majority of what was said due to physical fatigue. She suddenly whispered something that made his head snap up at attention.

"I don't want someone else…" Kyle could almost feel the heat radiating off her face from her blush, and his heart skipped a beat. "I just don't want to like you this way…"

Kyle thought he only imagined hearing her words and had to shake his head to make sure he was really awake and hadn't slipped back into another dream. She never failed to surprise him… even if she was bonkers. He decided to voice his opinion that, "Girls think too much."

"And you think too little."

"Thank you."

"I wasn't complimenting you."

"I know."

There was silence on the other line for several moments, but it was glowing with affection. "I don't get you."

"That's okay. Just… try not to worry too much. I know the idea of making out with yourself is kinda gross, but – "

"I didn't say anything about making out!"

He made a face. "Really? I could've sworn that you…"

"I think you're still managing to think with your… man parts, Kyle."

"But you just said – "

"Shit, I think your mom's coming down the hallway. I gotta go."

"Okay… and Bebe?"

"What?" she whispered impatiently.

For some reason the romantic and uplifting speech he had prepared in his mind had turned to Jell-O and settled itself in the pit of his stomach. "Nothing."

She didn't seem to believe him. "You know you can tell me anything, right? Are you sure there's nothing?"

Kyle thought about the knot of all his doubts that had been eating him from the inside out, his sickening fear of being hurt by taking a go at a relationship, his fear of being female forever, and even the trivial issue of his inability to comfortably sleep on his front. "Nope, nothing," he lied, sure that Bebe could hear it in his voice.

There was a pregnant pause. "Okay, I'll see you in the morning then. 'Night." Then he heard the line click.

He snuggled back into Bebe's purple comforter feeling a little bit disturbed, but in the privacy of his blankets, he smiled secretly to himself; Bebe had decided to call him. The moment of happiness was disturbed when his phone let out another persistent wail, allowing the voice of Steve Perry to again drill itself into his brain. He picked it up without even opening his eyes. "What?!" he hissed in annoyance.

"Oh, uh… it's Wendy." She sounded a little afraid.

"Wendy?" he croaked. "What the – why the hell is everyone still awake?"

"I always call Bebe in the middle of the night," she replied in her velvet voice, as if expecting Kyle to have swallowed the "Girl Manual" and therefore every bit of unspoken girl code. "But I didn't have her – er, your – phone number… and I just got a great idea."

"What's that?" he asked, wondering what could possibly be more important than getting eight hours of sleep.

"You and I need to go shopping tomorrow."

Is she serious?! "For what?"

"Oh, come on. For your dress, of course! Don't tell me you already forgot all about that!"

Actually, Kyle hadn't given it a second thought since getting home. He could picture the stern expression on her face as if reprimanding him for skimming the chapter of the "Girl Manual" that described the shopping protocols. "'Course not…?"

"Okay. Meet me after school in the parking lot. I'll drive us to the mall."

"Mm."

"Was that an 'okay'?"

"Mm-hm." Before she could retaliate with another question, Kyle had hung up the phone and hit his pillow with a snore.

--

Not really in the mood to be pissed off early in the morning by Ms. Crabtree, Kyle woke up earlier than normal, inhaled a bagel, and walked to school, ignoring the icy wind and lack of sunshine. When he arrived, there were still fifteen minutes before the bell would signal the start of class. He went to Bebe's locker to grab his math book, and when he closed the metal door with a clang, he found himself face-to-face with none other than Eric Cartman, who seemed to have materialized right beside him out of thin air. Correction… "fat air." "Oh," Kyle said calmly, although his heart was hammering unpleasantly in his chest. "It's you." He said it as though the word brought a soapy taste to his mouth. "What d'you want, fat ass?"

"Ha ha," Cartman remarked sarcastically. The smile he wore gave the impression of having eaten an entire cake all by himself and then gloating about it. "You can say whatever you want, but we'll see who's going to have the last laugh." His eyes were shining in a way that promised trouble, and Kyle half expected him to pull out a mallet to deal a sharp smack to the side of the head.

"What are you talking about?" Kyle asked warily, prepared to run at the slightest hint of danger.

"I'm talking about the Jew, ho. What else? And apparently, news travels very fast around here."

"I still don't know what you're talking about."

"Check out the school newspaper." With that, Cartman whipped out a fresh copy of "The Daily Bovine" and brandished the title page right under Kyle's nose.

The Jew read the headline aloud in disgust. "'South Park Scandal: Our Favorite Jew, the Cutest Couple, and the Blond… Who Should Date Who?'" Beneath the title was a collage of images containing pictures of the four friends, including the oh-so-famous picture of Kyle and Bebe together in the locker room shower. "What the hell is this?!" Kyle asked in outrage.

"Oh, you know… it's just the news," Cartman explained pompously as he took pleasure in watching Kyle's hands shake as he continued to flip through the pages. "Rebecca just couldn't ignore something as thought-provoking as this, especially when the most interesting thing that happens around here is a shortage of erasers. You know how she is."

"I know her well enough to know she's a total loon!" Kyle nearly choked on his fury as he forced himself to read again from the article. "'Meet the busty, beautiful, bouncy blond who has captured the heart of our dearest kosher intellectual and unexpectedly seduced him to the point of purchasing condoms for a little late night fun.'" The picture of Bebe shown beside the caption was not flattering in the slightest; she was presumably asleep at a slumber party, and the other partygoers had drawn a mustache on her face with what appeared to be toothpaste. "This is complete garbage!"

"Oh-ho, moody much! Did you go to the beach and get a little sand in your vagina?"

"I don't have sand in my vagina! And there are no beaches in Colorado!"

Cartman ignored him resolutely and gestured again toward the offensive material. "Anyway… this was merely Rebecca's attempt at revenge," the German stated matter-of-factly.

Kyle blinked. "Revenge?" he repeated. "What revenge? And stop acting like you know some sort of big secret that I don't, fat ass!" he added when he saw his nemesis polish his knuckles on the front of his jacket.

Cartman simply rose up and rolled back onto the balls of his feet several times, his boots squeaking against the linoleum flooring. "Kahl turned her down, and this her way of making you look like a – what was that word you used? – oh, yeah… a loon, Bebe."

Kyle flipped the newspaper shut and stared helplessly again at the front page. He saw with a feeling of being personally violated that there was also a picture of himself and Stan in the closet. He was tempted to ask Cartman how the hell he managed to take it and print it, but he knew better than to ask. "Shit…" he muttered under his breath. "Do you have nothing better to do than ruin everyone's reputation?"

The question went unacknowledged. "You missed the best part!" Cartman was positively radiating with glee as he yanked the paper out of Kyle's girlish hands and all but ripped it open again to page four. "Take a look at this." His voice had that annoying air of triumph that made Kyle want to gut him like a fish.

With a twitch of his upper lip, the Jew glanced down at the block of text and saw the usual poll and result that the newspaper published in every issue. "'Who Should – "

" – Date Who.' That's right, Bebe." But Kyle didn't squirm in his skin until Cartman spoke again. "And if you look closely, you'll see that the option of 'Kahl and Cartman' is winning at forty-four percent. Suck it, bitch! Come Saturday, his scrawny little ass will be all mine." The fat German let out a booming laugh that made several freshmen hide in their lockers.

Kyle, however, crumpled the newspaper and threw it so that it bounced right between Cartman's eyes before falling harmlessly to the floor. "This doesn't mean jack, you idiot. Why do you even like him? You hate Jews!"

The German appeared to be calculating his response. "Well, he's got the hottest ass in town. I would totally tap that!" Cartman made an uncharacteristic spanking motion in midair that caused several innocent bystanders to raise their eyebrows.

Said Jew was forced to bite his tongue to prevent one of his usual retaliations from spilling out of his mouth. What the hell was it about other peoples' fascination with his rear? He'd have to remember to do the nineties thing and tie his jacket around his hips before leaving the house. Nevertheless, the fact that the fat German still spoke about him as though he was a piece of meat made his insides boil. "You know what, Cartman?" He spat bitterly, waiting for the usual twitch of the head that signaled him to continue. "You can't force someone to like you. Did you ever think about what Kyle wants?"

Eric stood dumbly for several moments, and Kyle actually had the impression that he was considering his words carefully. "Why the hell would I do that?"

Unbelievable.

"You're such a dumb shit!" Kyle yelled, pushing past the overweight teenager with as much force as a sixteen-year-old girl could muster. He felt a bit silly for stalking off so haughtily, but he was seriously reaching his limits with that misled child. Seriously… who was a jerk to some they… wanted?

With seven minutes before the bell, Kyle zipped Bebe's backpack and headed into the classroom. As soon as he entered, he caught Bebe's eye, and she beckoned him over with a wave. "Morning," Kyle grumbled as he sidled in next to her. He was tempted to make a jab at her being early for once, but he figured that it was too early to be arguing.

"Good morning," she answered with a wide smile.

"No, I said 'morning.' I didn't say anything about it being good," he replied, though the sight of Bebe's crystalline eyes made him forget about Cartman for a minute. She didn't say anything. "What?"

Without warning, she wrapped her arms around him in what he supposed was supposed to be a friendly hug. Kyle, however, couldn't help but feel a bit awkward as he tentatively patted his own body on the back. Public affection had never been very kind to him.

"What was that for?" he asked suspiciously once she pulled away. To him, the idea of "hugging for the hell of it" didn't seem like something normal people did.

"It's just… thank you for talking to me last night. It really… calmed me down." She grinned at him again.

"Don't mention it." He didn't think it was fair to ruin her morning by telling her about the story circulating through the halls at that very moment. So, he left her alone and brooded in his chair until Stan walked into class hand-in-hand with Wendy. Kyle snorted at the sight, and Stan took it as a cure to take a seat next to him. It was an action that caused an outbreak of whispering.

Stan apparently noticed this as well. He leaned over his desk to whisper to his best friend, "Dude… did you see the paper?" he asked as the bell rang, and the rest of the class filed in.

Kyle had a sneaking suspicion that they had all been whispering about him right outside the door. "Yeah," he answered sharply as Mr. Garrison proceeded to write something on the chalkboard. "That fat piece of crap made me read it. I swear to God, if someone doesn't – "

"Bebe! Are you paying attention?" Mr. Garrison's Southern accent invaded Kyle's thoughts rudely.

"Yes."

"Then what did I just say?"

"Uh… you said that… uh… even though Taylor Swift's single 'Teardrops on My Guitar' reached number two on the U.S. Billboard Hot Country Songs, she's still a wannabe country pop artist because none of her songs have anything about dogs and trucks in the same sentence."

Mr. Garrison paused to consider, tapping his chalk on the bottom of his chin. "Well, I guess you were paying attention then."

"Woah, dude! How'd you know?" Stan asked in awe as soon as their teacher turned his back on the class.

"I just guessed."

"That was a hell of a guess." The football player sounded impressed.

"It's not that impressive, we've been doing it since third grade."

"This is true…"

--

Kyle was the last of four to enter the cafeteria for lunch. He joined Bebe, Stan, and Wendy for lunch and managed to ignore the onslaught of laughs and scoffs that seemed to follow him around wherever he went.

"Hey, Kyle," Bebe greeted jovially to which he responded with a raised hand. "We were just talking about stupid things Stan has done in the past."

"Hey!" Stan retorted. "Yesterday wasn't stupid! Right, Wendy?"

Wendy let out a contented sigh as she relived their encounter yesterday. "That was the most romantic thing Stan's ever done for me since that time he played 'Shock the Monkey' outside my window," she told Bebe with a dreamy look in her eye.

Kyle snorted into his pudding and the black-haired girl angrily threw a napkin at his face. "Thanks," he snickered, wiping the confection off of his nose.

"Honestly… why are guys so immature?"

With an exaggerated flourish of his hand, Kyle gestured to the two protruding lumps on his chest. "I'm a girl, sweetheart."

But Wendy reached across the table with an impatient hand and swatted his hand down. "Oh, stop it. Someone's gonna see you."

"Yeah, yeah, I'm just gonna throw away some of this garbage. Anyone need me to chuck anything for 'em?" Bebe handed him her entire tray. "What, are you going somewhere?" he asked her.

"Actually, yeah. I've got detention to make up, remember?"

"It's nothing less than you deserve for getting into a fight with Clyde," Wendy snapped sternly.

"Says the girl who beat Cartman to a bloody pulp." Stan poked his girlfriend in the ribs, but she ignored him, scowling.

"Yeah… so I'll see you guys later, right?" And Bebe departed to the counselor's office with a little wave.

Kyle watched her leave and then looked back at the couple that was holding hands and giving each other death glares. "Try not to kill each other while I throw this stuff away."

The cafeteria was a funny little place. It was like a whole world shoveled into one, bacteria-ridden room. Somehow it was able to contain all the drama, romance, friendships, and stress of school without the actual school. It was the one place every student had in common, so chances were that one would run into someone with whom they got along with very poorly.

Kyle was throwing away the garbage from his lunch when he heard the familiar voices of several boys from around the corner.

"Dude, don't!" said a voice that the Jewish boy recognized as Token's.

"What's the big deal," another voice hissed. "I know I broke up with her, but you can totally tell that she wants me. I mean, c'mon, who wouldn't? And don't overreact, dude. I'm just gonna… get a little poontang during the dance on Saturday. Did you read Rebecca's article? Bebe's such a whore that I doubt she'll have any trouble giving it up anyway."

If the events of the morning made him dislike the rest of the male population, then this moment made him want to castrate them all to prevent the spread of a disease called "idiocy."

Kyle forgot that the school lunch trays weren't disposable and slammed his so forcefully into the trashcan that he sprayed apple juice and debris from several other trays all over his face. He strutted around the corner and threw an apple core at his offender, and it didn't miss its target: right at Clyde's forehead.

"What that – " The brown-haired boy looked lost for a moment, but he regained his composure when he saw Kyle standing in front of him. "Bebe?! What the hell?!"

"You are such an asshole, Clyde!" Kyle yelled angrily as his prey removed pulp from his bangs.

"What're you – "

"'I'm just gonna get a little poontang'…? 'Bebe's such a whore'…?" He used his fingers to make quotation marks in the air. "Don't tell me you seriously didn't think anyone wouldn't hear that!"

"Uh…" Clearly he hadn't expected anything of the sort. Clyde yanked on Token's sleeve, but the African American mumbled something about wanting to be left out of it. Without help, Clyde was utterly tactless. "Come one, babe," he said, trying and failing to be a suave as Cary Grant. "You know you're just trying to attract attention to yourself… my attention. You're not fooling anyone. The newspaper committee caught you, and I'm willing to take you back despite everything that's happened. Whadda ya say, hot stuff? Won't you let me show you a good time?"

Kyle was livid, and suddenly it didn't matter that Clyde was a good six inches taller than he was, or that his football muscles were flexing menacingly underneath the sleeves of his Letterman jacket. Without warning, he launched his girl frame at the brown-haired boy and delivered a well-aimed punch right to his jaw.

Clyde's surprise caught him off-guard, and he stumbled against the nearest wall while Kyle punched him yet again, this time in the stomach. "Don't make me kill you!" he yelled, nearly foaming at the mouth with rage.

By then, the small skirmish had begun to catch the eyes of several others in the cafeteria, among which included Stan and Wendy, who weren't sure whether to intervene or not.

Token had retreated, leaving his best friend alone to deal with the wrath of his ex-girlfriend. "Get off me!" Without meaning to, Clyde stuck out an elbow to try to get Kyle to stop his assault, but a yelp told him that he'd hit his offender in the face. Immediately, the blows to the head subsided, and he was left staring at Kyle, who had a shaking hand cupped over his left eye. "Hey… are you okay?" He reached out a hand to try to pull his away from Bebe's face, but Kyle recoiled in disgust.

"You stay away from me!" he ordered with a dirty scowl. "I don't want anything to do with you!" With that said, the Jew stalked away with a slightly bruised ego. He left the cafeteria with the slam of a door. Upon gingerly touching the bruise above his eye, he realized that the best idea would probably be to head to Nurse Gollum's office for an ice pack while he nursed his wounded self-esteem.

It was just one of those days when the whole world decided to turn and give Kyle a sharp kick behind the knees. At least, that was what he told himself. He hadn't realized just how much drama tended to follow Bebe around. As a generally solitary being, all the sudden publicity had turned his life into a living hell, the sort of life portrayed on soap operas or sitcoms, but never in reality. He should've known that would happen to a girl who chose to get involved in with the jock squad and the nerd squad all in within the course of a few days. He couldn't talk to Stan about it. If there was one thing he'd learned, it was that women could not communicate with men in way that made them understand the annoying things called "feelings." Truthfully, Kyle didn't know how much more of it he could take… and it hadn't even been a week.

Shit happens, he told himself firmly, trying the best he could to shed some positive light on his dismal situation. It just… happens to you a little bit more since you've got a vagina now. He actually realized that Cartman's usual "vagina comment" did actually have some relevance. The slap in the face was realization that when that prod was made in the past, Kyle had never denied having one, only that there wasn't sand in it. "God damn it!" he said aloud. There was the cherry on top of the shit sundae that had suddenly become his life.

At least it can't get any worse…

Unfortunately for him, the very person who he wanted to avoid walked out of the nurse's office in front of him. "Hey, Kyle," Bebe said casually with a wince.

She obviously hadn't noticed the state of his face. Kyle took it as a good sign and continued to try to mislead her. "What happened to you?"

"Oh, well it's kinda embarrassing, actually. I accidentally went into he girls' bathroom and Nellie saw me. She called me gay – " Kyle shot her an extremely miffed look at this point. " – threw a toilet paper roll at me, and shoved me into an open stall. I hurt my head a little… but that's about it."

"Ouch," he said without any inflection.

"Yeah, well… that's life. What're you gonna do?" She was doing an uncharacteristically fine job keeping a positive outlook on things. "So what are you – Jesus Christ, what happened to your eye?"

"Is it that bad?"

"It's... well…" Bebe pulled out a flowery mirror from her coat pocket and held it up so Kyle could get a good look at the damage. His eyebrow was almost unrecognizable, as a great purple lump had begun to form underneath the skin. "What happened?"

"Nothing…" he said, trying to seem nonchalant. "Hey, did anyone tell you – "

"About the school paper?" she finished knowingly. "Yeah, it was posted on the wall of the girls' bathroom. Don't tell me you tried to take on the entire newspaper committee by yourself!"

"No, that's not it… Nevermind," he said, spinning on his hell and striding away before she could say anything. But she wasn't stopped and continued to follow him through the halls.

"Kyle!" Bebe yelled in frustration. "Stop beating around the bush! What the hell happened?" She caught up to him wearing a mask of complete concern, not for her own eye, but for the boy inside her body. When he didn't answer, she placed a heavy hand on his shoulder. "What happened?" she demanded gently.

To try to avoid answering, Kyle just rolled his eyes, simultaneously rolling his shoulder out of her grasp. He glared. "You're stupid asshole boyfriend was harassing me. That's all." He made to walk away, not ready to explain himself to her, but she stopped him again with her hand, and he didn't have the heart to knock it away again.

"Did he hit you?!" She sounded half worried for her own body and half worried for Kyle.

"Well I threw the first punch," he explained calmly, knowing that her response would be explosive.

"Kyle!"

"What?! He said something about… having sex with you on Saturday night or something… and I just couldn't…" he trailed off, but Bebe didn't reply. Suddenly, that blinding rage that he'd felt earlier began to build up and cloud his vision. No matter how acceptable his behavior was, there was no excuse for compromising the honor of the girl who held his heart. "Well what do you want me to say, huh?! He was making a fool out of you!"

"Kyle…" Bebe began quietly, but she was cut off.

"Okay! I know! I hit him, which means I'm an asshole too! I get it! I got you all beaten up for no reason!"

"Kyle…" she tried again, but he was too angry to look at her let alone listen to her. If he had, he might've noticed that her eyes were shining and she was biting her lip.

"I just can't stand the way he talks about you all the time! And I mean all the time! I hear it everywhere! He doesn't deserve you, Bebe, and – " His tirade was cut short when he felt a pair of lips cover his own.

It was a strange sensation, kissing himself, although it wasn't as unpleasant as he'd imagined. If he didn't know any better, he might've thought that he was kissing her lips rather than his. There was no tongue wrestling and no errant groping, but the message behind Bebe's kiss was clear enough: thank you. Thank you for standing up for me.

He pulled away. "Doesn't it bother you? The article, I mean."

"No." She sounded so sure of it that Kyle had to ask again. "I'm positive. And you know why? Because I'm not trying to blame myself for everything… and neither should you." What she said next made his whole body relax. "You're not alone in this, Kyle." She kissed him again lightly.

Kyle wasn't one to be rash. It was honestly the first time that he had gotten "physical" in any sort of skirmish, and it was also the one time that he didn't regret making such a spontaneous decision. It didn't matter that they weren't themselves… Not when he felt Bebe's lips against his own. For lack of a better word, as all eloquent tendencies escaped Kyle's mind since the point of contact, kissing Bebe was like… coming home. He didn't mean to sound as though he were quoting Sleepless in Seattle, but it was finally the first time in what felt like a lifetime that he wasn't left to deal with his life on his own.

Author's Note: Well… KyBe fluff. Kinda awkward, but what're you gonna do? I hope you guys liked this chapter. Chapter eight should be on its way soon. Oh, and for the record… I have nothing against Taylor Swift. It's just something that I thought Mr. Garrison might say, LoL.

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