AN: Happy Christmas Eve and 4th day of Hannukah!

By the way, this is my longest chapter yet, so this is my holiday present to you guys! Hope you enjoy! Oh, and I know the title is kind of eccentric, but I thought it was funny!

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Hangovers and Cupcakes

Red and I practically flew through the school at top speed, calling Bebe's name.

"Where… do you think… she would run… off to?" Red asked between gasps for air.

"I dunno… she could be anywhere," I told her.

We knew that she obviously wouldn't go back into the dance floor or outside near the senior prom because Bebe hates people to see her cry.

"I think we should check by Stark's Pond," I said.

"Yeah, that's a good idea. Lots of times people go there to be calm and think over things," Red agreed.

We ran out of the high school and into the night. The moon shown brightly through the clear sky, acting as a guide to Stark's, for it was the only light source we had. The grasshoppers were chirping very serenely as we made our way through the city.

We finally made it to the pond. The moon was reflected in the water with a small but present glimmer on the surface.

And there was the depressed, lonely, disheveled Bebe. She was sitting on the opposite end of the pond curled up in a ball and shaking with quiet sobs.

"Oh my god," Red whispered.

We ran over to her and sat down.

"Bebe…?" I asked hesitantly in a whisper.

She came out of her ball form and looked at me. Lucky for her, she put on all water proof makeup, so her face wasn't very smudgy.

"What are you guys doing here?" Bebe asked dejectedly.

"Coming to find and cheer up our best friend, of course," answered Red.

Bebe smiled a watery smile. She reached down and raked her fingers through the grass.

"I'm sorry I ran away. It's just…" she trailed off, looking up at the sky, "I don't like being called a slut only because I have gone out with a lot of guys. It's not like I do anything nasty with them. I mean, it just hurts, being labeled as 'slut'. It also kind of caught me off guard when Kenny said that. It would have been one thing if he was joking, but he sounded pretty serious." Her voice broke on the last word. She looked up as us with glistening eyes.

I felt my eyes starting to tear up as well as I looked at Bebe. In my peripheral vision I saw Red's eyes start to shine with tears too. Bebe was always a bouncy, fast-talking, carefree Bebe, but right now she is this fragile little crying girl.

There can always be worlds of emotion kept underneath your skin that you don't let people see. Bebe still is the joyous, beautiful girl everybody knows, but she knows what hurts her. Deep down, she fears being labeled as somebody who will sleep with anyone. She doesn't want that to happen. To make her think that it already has kills her.

Carefully, hesitantly, I reached for her and wrapped my arms around her in a comforting hug. She returned the gesture and clung to me, obviously needing a friend. Red joined the hug, and we all just sat there with each other in our arms for a long time.

"Bebe!" a voice shouted across the pond.

Bebe broke our hug and looked up.

"KYLE!" she screamed once she saw him standing in the moonlight. She got up and sprinted across the field where she jumped into his arms.

"Are you okay?" he asked with a concerned expression.

"Now I am," she said. She smiled warmly, and leaned up and kissed him.

"Aw," I whispered.

"Yeah, I know," Red said sadly.

I turned to look at Red, who was staring at the grass. "What's wrong?"

"It's Kenny. I mean, I really like him, even though he is a huge pervert and can be rude sometimes, but even after he called Bebe a slut, I still think I love him. And I'm questioning if that's wrong or not."

"It's perfectly right, Red," I told her, patting her back.

She looked up from the ground. "It is?"

"Of course. I doubt he meant it, and he will probably apologize and everything will be over with. He was just kind of pissed off, I think. But just because Kenny screwed up one thing shouldn't mean you should have stopped loving him! Boys mess up all of the time, everybody does."

She smiled. "Thanks Wendy, you're the best."

"You too, Red." I gave her a hug and then looked over to Kyle and Bebe, who were still kissing.

"Will they ever stop?" asked Red.

"Who knows?" I answered.

"Bebe," a voice came. The blonde-haired skater boy came out of the woods. "Listen Bebe," he began again.

Bebe stopped kissing Kyle and looked around to lock eyes with Kenny. "I'm really sorry. I really didn't mean it. It just sort of slipped out." He saw her sad expression and continued, "I know that it was totally inexcusable, but I screwed up, and I want you to know I'm sorry, and I'd still like to be your friend."

Bebe contemplated his apology, and then said, "I forgive you Kenny, but please don't say that about me every again."

"I promise I won't," he told her, smiling.

Bebe let go of Kyle and walked over to Kenny. He stretched his arms out and gave her a big hug.

"I told you, Red," I said.

"Hmm?"

"I told you Kenny would apologize and then everything would be okay," I told her.

"Ah, well you're right. I'm going to go say hi to him."

"Kay, I'll come with you," I said, for I had just seen Stan come out of the forest too.

We walked over to the boys and Bebe. Red's so-called 'hi' was just a silent make out session with Kenny. That girl did have her priorities!

"Stan!" I exclaimed, running into his arms.

"Hey, Wendy," he said as he held me close.

"So you sorted everything out?" I asked him.

"Oh, yeah."

"How?"

"Well," he began, "When you left, I was restraining Kyle as he freaked out. I managed to keep him calm enough for Kenny to explain that he didn't mean what he said. Kyle didn't really buy it, but his eagerness to go find Bebe overpowered his hard thoughts toward Kenny and we all left to find her."

"Oh," I said.

"I guess that's it for prom night," Stan inquired somewhat sadly.

"What's wrong?" I asked, reaching up to cradle his face in my hands.

He exhaled. "It's just that I thought that tonight would be a fun and special night for us and our friends, but we didn't really have that great of a night with all that happened…"

"Well, the night isn't over," I said mischievously.

He eyed me in mock suspicion. "What are you planning?"

"Well… I forgot to tell you that my parents were going to be away for a couple of days. So maybe we could all come to my house and have an after-prom party!"

"Genius!" Stan said excitedly.

Stan looked up and said to everyone, "Hey you guys, since prom was kind of ruined, we should have an after party!"

"Hell, yeah!" Kenny shouted.

"Where?" asked Kyle.

"Wendy's parents aren't going to be home for a couple days, so we can crash there!"

"Let's go!" screamed Bebe.

We all went back to the school to get the car, and first we went to Stan's house to get the guy's comfortable clothes because apparently they were going to have a sleepover after prom and they wanted more comfortable clothes to wear.

After we got to my house, we walked up to my front door and I unlocked it. Bebe, Red, and I all went upstairs to my room and put on comfy clothes (I lent some to them). We all ran downstairs giggling.

"So what should we do?" asked Kyle.

"Hmm... I don't know," said Stan.

"Let's play strip chess and then have a massive orgy!" exclaimed Kenny.

We all looked at him with curious expressions.

"I think we should have him committed to the local asylum," said Bebe while smirking.

"Hahaha no," Kenny said in a monotone voice. Then his face brightened. "Dude, Wendy, do you have any beer?"

"Um, yeah. You guys want me to get it out?" I asked.

"Sure," said Red. Everybody agreed.

I ran downstairs to the giant mini-fridge where we kept all of our beer. I brought up two twenty-six packs: one pack was miller light and the other was coors light.

"Great!" shouted a buoyant Kenny while rubbing his hands together greedily. "Let's drink!"

Everybody grabbed the beer of their choice, and we started to drink and talk. I didn't really have beer all that often, especially since I was underage.

After everybody's third beer, people started to start slurring their words together and swaying on the spot.

After everybody's fifth beer, the speech wasn't getting any better, but we were getting drunker.

"Kennnn yawanna plaay chesssss?" Kyle asked him drunkenly.

Kenny, being the master at beer, managed to make his sentence a little easier to understand.

"Yeah, I wanna plaay chess," he said.

"Let's plaaaaayyy strrrip chessssss," Bebe said.

"Yaaaaa," Red agreed.

"Mhmm," I slurred half-heartedly.

"Kaaayyy," Stan said.

"Wen, go gets the chess boooard," Red told me.

I got up and swayed slightly, regained my balance, and headed over to our game cabinet to grab the chess board.

I came back and plopped down on the floor. I then opened the board and dumped out all of the pieces.

And so the game began. People drunkenly checked people and then somebody would take a piece of clothing off – it was pretty confusing, considering I don't think anybody got checked and then one person would say they did. It was really odd.

Eventually, everybody was in their underwear.

Kyle, being a drunken fool, decided that he was bored. So, he took his beer bottle and slammed it into the chess board, scattered the pieces everywhere.

"Oh duuuude now we can't plaay," Stan slurred.

"I know what we caan plaay with," Kenny said, and then he reached around and grabbed Red.

"No, Kenny. That's nooot fuunnnyy," Red said while smacking him lightly.

"Ooow," Kenny complained.

Bebe hiccupped, and crawled over to Kyle. She straddled him and pushed him on the floor to start making out with him very sloppily.

Stan and I lay down with our heads together on the floor.

Kenny and Red fell on the couch making out, but that was the last I saw, for I was succumbed into a deep slumber.

I awoke early the next morning with a raging headache.

"Ouch," I moaned, and clutched my head in my hand, wishing it would make the pain go away. Not only that, but my stomach felt like crap too. "Ow, ow, ow."

I heard a groan from across the room, and saw Bebe draped across Kyle's lap on the floor. Her blue eyes fluttered open, and she looked over and saw me staring at her.

"Wendy, what happened? Why does my head hurt like shit?" she mumbled.

"As far as I remember, we all came here after prom, got drunk and played strip chess."

"Oh yeah…" she trailed off, expecting the ceiling. She smirked as she recalled the memories. "That was fun, although this god-awful hangover is the price to pay," she said, holding her forehead in her hand.

"Mhm," I agreed.

"Unhgnghhnunhuunnhgh." A grumbling Red resurfaced from her sleep.

When she sat up, she screamed, "GODDAMN!"

Her hand flew to her head, and she fell back down on top of Kenny in apparent agony.

I noticed for the first time that everybody was still in their underwear.

"Oh crap Bebe, we need to put on clothes."

"Oh my god, you're right!"

We both got up and then fell back down, clutching our heads and stomachs. Unfortunately, I landed right on top of Stan; His eyes flew open and I heard his breath whoosh out from between his lips.

"Oh, Stan!" I shouted as he started coughing. "Stan, are you alright?"

He continued to cough more and then he gagged. He started to sit up but then fell back down, grabbing his head and stomach while still having a coughing fit.

I ran to get him some water, however I staggered and almost fell over again but I managed to walk to the kitchen. I grabbed a glass and filled it with tap water and ran back into the main room where everybody was.

Bebe was kneeling next to Stan; she had managed to sit him up and was now patting his back to try to help him to stop coughing.

I put the glass to his mouth and tipped it over to make the water go down his throat. After a couple drinks, he stopped coughing, and exhaled.

"Stan, I'm so sor—"

He held up a finger to silence me.

"It's alright, Wendy. Accidents happen. Especially when you're in a serious hangover," he added.

I laughed.

Stan looked me up and down. "Wendy, you don't have any—"

"Neither do you," I finished before he could say anything.

He looked himself up and down gave an 'oopsie' sort of look, and crawled around to try to find his clothes.

I was searching around the room when, all of the sudden, I just random felt like being sick. My hand flew over my mouth and I ran to the nearest bathroom and threw up into the toilet.

"Oh ew," I mumbled looking down at the mess. I flushed the toilet and washed my mouth out. I came back out of the bathroom and found Stan fully-clothed with his hand outstretched toward me, gripping my clothes.

"Thanks," I told him.

I put on the clothes while blushing as he watched my get dressed, which was kind of uncomfortable.

When I was finished, he sat on a chair and motioned for me to sit with him. I plopped down next to him and we were pretty squished, so he slid me onto his lap and hugged me around the waist with his head resting on my shoulder.

A great yawn echoed the room, and we noticed a stretching Kenny wake up. "Great party you guys," he said comfortably as he hugged Red into him.

"Kenny, I just dare you to sit up," Red said angrily.

"Okay," he said as he shifted Red to the side of him. He sat up and said, "What? What's so bad about this?"

Everybody gaped at him.

Bebe walked over on her knees and smacked him on the head. "Did that hurt?"

"No, why did you do it?"

"Every one of us has a raging hangover and our heads hurt like shit! That should have made the pain worse!" Bebe shrieked angrily.

Kenny smirked. "Well, maybe I've partied so much that the pain doesn't bother me anymore."

"Arrogant asshole," Bebe spit threw her teeth.

Kyle made a strange noise and everybody looked over to watch him wake up. Bebe went to his side immediately so she could stop him from sitting up.

"This is what should have happened when you woke up, Kenny," Bebe hissed.

Bebe is usually a really nice girl, but I think she will hold a grudge against Kenny for a little while; otherwise she wouldn't be so pissed at him.

Kyle's eyelids fluttered open, revealing his emerald green eyes that looked really drowsy.

"Hmm…?" He moved his head slightly, and then clutched it in his hand like everybody else did when they woke up. "Ouch, shit, ouch," he murmured.

"It's okay Kyle, just don't move and it'll pass," Bebe crooned.

"What?"

"You're having a hangover like the rest of us… with one exception," she added in a grim tone.

Kenny sighed. "Oh c'mon Bebe, it's not that big of a deal."

Bebe turned around in a flash and glared at Kenny. "Yes, it is, because I don't think it's fair," she whined the last word. "You're just so lucky, I'm jealous," she pouted.

"Bebe, I've had my fair share of hangovers, trust me. I've had one's probably worse than the one your having now. I've been in pain plenty of times, so I think its okay."

Bebe smiled. "Okay."

Kyle, meanwhile, managed to sit up.

"Oh no, Kyle! Don't sit up!" Red said from the couch.

"No, no, it's okay," Kyle said ignoring Bebe's pushes for him to lye down, "It'll go away soon enough. Maybe if I make it hurt then it'll get all of the pain out faster?" It sounded like a question.

"Okay, think that if you want to," Bebe said hesitantly.

We all laughed.

After hours of headaches, talking, laughing, and puking, everybody's hangovers disappeared.

"Hey, you guys," I started after I had an amazing thought. Everybody looked at me expectantly.

"Today is the first day of summer! No more school until senior year!" I shouted.

Everybody puzzled over the information for about half a second, and then cheered.

"YAY! Let's make cupcakes," Bebe said joyfully.

All of us stopped cheering and looked at Bebe with dumbstruck expression.

"Excuse me?" asked Kyle after nobody said anything.

Bebe shied down. "Um… cupcakes. Let's make them?"

Everybody continued to stare at her. Red was the first to break the silence.

"Why cupcakes?"

"Because cupcakes are awesome! Duh! What kind of a question is that?"

Everybody remained quiet.

I decided to back Bebe up. "Yeah, cupcakes! Let's make them!" I said as I got up from Stan's lap to stand next to Bebe.

Bebe smiled thankfully. "Yes Wendy! If nobody else want to help, we can eat them all ourselves," she said the last line while looking at everybody.

That whipped them into shape.

"I'm making cupcakes!" they all said simultaneously, and jumped up as everybody ran into the kitchen.

Thankfully, I did have cupcake mix in my house. Actually, it wasn't mix; it was ingredients. Apparently we would have to make homemade cupcakes.

As all of us crowed around my kitchen island, I got out the ingredients (which included: butter, sugar, eggs, flour, baking soda and vanilla extract), bowls, and a blender which we would have to share.

Kyle grabbed all of the ingredients and put them in a bowl with the correct amounts of each thing except for the eggs; Red had begged him to let her crack them. Evidently, Red, somehow, managed to cut her finger on the egg, but it wasn't much of a cut.

Kenny, being the amazing (sarcasm) cook he is, grabbed the blender, shoved it in the gloppy mix, and began to drill away. Unfortunately, Kenny didn't know that he had to keep the blender in the mix. When he decided to mix a different corner, he took the batter-soaked beaters out of the mix and then everybody and the whole kitchen got sprayed with the mix.

"Damn it!" Kenny screeched.

Red fell down laughing at the angered expression on his batter-covered face. Kyle had to help her back up and regain balance.

"Oh god, mom is going to murder me," I mumbled.

"It's alright, because we can clean it up and make it spotless by the time your parent's get home," Stan reassured me.

"Okay, want to make frosting?"

"Yeah!"

So, I got out more ingredients and another bowl and started pouring in everything.

"Bebe!" I shouted.

"Yeah?" she asked.

"Want to mix this?"

"Sure!"

So Bebe came around with the mixer that Kenny was finished with and started to mix the frosting. She worked quite diligently, and made the frosting swirl in different ways. I ran and grabbed some blue food coloring and put it in to make it turn light blue.

Kyle (who knows why he did this?), randomly took the mixer out of Bebe's hands so that blue frosting went flying everywhere, adding to the batter that was splattered everywhere.

"Kyle!" Bebe shouted somewhat furiously, but she was laughing as she did it, so it was obvious that she didn't mind.

Kyle stuck his tongue out at her in a very feminine fashion. He dipped his finger in the frosting and tasted it. His whole face lightened up. "Holy crap! This is amazing!" he shouted, going for another taste.

Everybody heard him and went to dip their fingers in it too. "Woah!"

"Wendy, how did you make this?" Red asked.

"Mom's secret recipe. She taught me how to make it years ago."

Kenny went to grab a handful of frosting, but I smacked his hand away lightly saying, "Leave some for the cupcakes!"

Kenny smiled bashfully, and then proceeded to dump the batter into the cupcake pans.

We made a lot of batter. In the end, it filled for about forty-five cupcakes. That meant I had to make more frosting.

After all of the cupcakes came out of the oven and cooled down, we smeared the frosting all over them. It was kind of obvious which ones the girls did and which ones the boys did though.

When the cupcakes where all frosted, there was practically a fight to the death for who gets to lick the frosting bowl. In the end, everybody got some of it.

"Ooooh Wendy, do you have sprinkles?" Bebe asked excitedly.

I thought about it. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure we do."

The sprinkles where in the cupboard over the refrigerator, and I couldn't reach it.

"Here, let me help," Stan offered, and he lifted me up by the waist so I could open up the cupboard and get the sprinkles. There were three large boxes, and Bebe told me to bring them all down. I asked her why, but she said just to trust her.

They were the regular, colorful 'jimmies'. I set the boxes down for people to start decorating cupcakes with.

"Oh Kenny," Bebe sang.

Kenny looked up with a questionable expression.

"This is for not getting a hangover this morning."

"Wha--?" Before Kenny could finish his sentence, Bebe hurled a handful of sprinkles right into Kenny's face.

"What the hell, Bebe!" he shouted, but grinned evilly and threw more sprinkles at Bebe.

"YOU GOT THEM IN MY HAIR!"

"Uh-oh," Kyle said.

Then I felt sprinkles hit me square in the face, and looked over to see Red smirking. I threw them back at her, while Stan and Kyle started throwing them at each other. We started a full out sprinkle war.

After about ten minutes of epic sprinkle throwing, everybody calmed down because there were no more left to throw.

Kenny then heaved himself onto the counter and stood up.

"I AM THE WINNER!" he announced triumphantly.

"What?" everybody asked.

"Don't question it, just know it," Kenny said arrogantly.

Bebe glared at him mockingly, but then laughed and said, "I think we should clean this up."

Everybody agreed.

"Hey look!" Kyle said, pointing at the cupcakes. The all had sprinkles on them, so I guess the war paid off.

"Sweet," Stan commented.

"I'll go get a broom and dust pan. The rest of you, please get wet paper towels and wipe everything down," I ordered.

And so the major cleaning session commenced. After one long hour of hard work, the kitchen was sparkling clean, looking better than it did before.

"Let's eat!" said Red ecstatically.

"YES!" Kenny screamed. He ran over to the cupcakes, searching for the one with the most frosting. He found the one of his choice, and then grabbed two others.

Everybody took three cupcakes, and sat down at the table. We all ate and chatted happily, talking about our crazy night and afternoon.

The guys got up to have forth and fifth servings. After everybody was done, we went on a sugar high and ran around my house for absolutely no reason. We ran outside and played a childish game of tag, Kenny again claiming himself the winner. It felt like we were all drunk, just minus the terribly headache and puking.

Finally, after hours of running around, we all collapsed in my yard and fell into a deep, well-deserved sleep.

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AN: Love? Hate? Too long? Haha. This definitely was my longest chapter; most of my chapters are about 7 pages long whereas this one was 12 pages! I know it's crazyness! Haha. Oh, and by the way, when Red cut her finger on the egg shell, that exact same thing happened to me the last time I made brownies! I got the inspiration from that, haha. Anywho, please drop a review for me! Happy Holidays! 3