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Chapter 3: Bebe and the Pussycat

As soon as Bebe told Kyle she was dating CLYDE FREAKIN' DONOVAN, he choked back any brutally honest comments he desperately wanted to blurt out to her. You're dating that arrogant, piece of shit you call boyfriend? What the fuck is wrong with you, he's been trying--- no, DYING, to get inside your pants ever since you grew tits, woman!!! he yelled inside his mind, but wanted to yell out loud in reality. He couldn't really bring himself to say that, since he did have much more of a heart than that, and also couldn't bear himself to hurt Bebe's feelings. Instead, he decided to take the easy way out.

"I have to go home."

"What? Why?"

He figured if he couldn't let out his honest opinions before, he might as well be truthful with her in this response. "Well, you did say you were going to see Clyde later on..." the name provided a bad taste in his mouth... "I thought, maybe we should do this tomorrow. I don't really want to cut back on your personal time. I mean, we do have lots of time to work on the project, since it is due on the 21st..."

Bebe blinked once. Then twice. She developed a concern look on her face. "Are you sure? I mean, I could just tell him I could see him on the weekends, or some other day. And this project may need lots of time to focus on, since it is honors..."

She was killing him with this. No matter how badly he wanted to stay with her for a few more hours, he couldn't do it. She was someone else's girl.

"I'm sure," Kyle reassured. "I have to go home anyways... to clean my room. Or, wash the dishes. Or, do some other stupid chores my parents are too lazy to take care of." He laughed nervously as he stood up and started packing his things. Bebe gave him a tiny smile.

"Okay. I'll guess I'll walk you to the door then." She hopped off the bed, but ended up falling right on her face. "Whoop!"

Kyle gaped at what just happened. "Are you alright, Bebe!?" All he could see was a heap of blond, messy hair on the ground.

At first, Bebe didn't get up. She was too embarrassed. "Please tell me you did not just see that," she muttered, knowing very well he did see it. She lifted her upper body from the ground, her hair covering all of her pink face.

Kyle kneeled down and lent his hand to her. "Don't worry, I promise not to tell anyone you ate carpet." He let out a booming laugh following his witty response.

Her eyes narrowed at him while she grabbed his hand. "Shut up, that was totally not funny." They both stood up from the floor.

"Yes it was. The way you jumped off your bed and landed a beautiful dive onto your carpet was just.. precious. And for that, I applaud you. And laugh at your faaaace!" He laughed again to prove his point.

She rolled her eyes and then an idea sprung into her mind. "Ugh, whatever, it still isn't funny. Just go already, Kyle, you're getting on my nerves." He began taking a step, holding back some of the laughter he still had to let go of. But as he began taking another step, a foot stuck out on his way. He tripped on it and fell right onto the floor, facing the same humiliation Bebe had to endure a minute ago.

"Ow."

It was time for Bebe to laugh like a maniac. "Now that, was beautiful!" She clapped playfully while she stood above his sprawled body. She was satisfied with the irk expression on Kyle's face. "What can I say? Karma's a bitch."

"I'll show you whose a bitch," he said teasingly as he clutched tightly onto Bebe's wrists and dragged her down and pinned her to the ground. He was becoming victorious when she struggled to get him off. She growled and squirmed around. He enjoyed what he was doing to her.

"Get... off of me Kyle... you're too fat..." she tried saying, getting bothered with how strong he was. "You're gonna kill me..."

Kyle jumped up and grabbed his book bag. "I'd never do that to you," he said considerately, as he took her hand and picked her up.

"Sure, but you pin me to the ground when I've already suffered enough embarrassment for one day," Bebe snarled, appearing even more upset and embarrassed than she was before.

"I thought we were just playing around. I didn't know you were going to be embarrassed about it. If that's the case, then I'm sorry I did that..."

She pointed to him and smirked. "Got ya." Kyle groaned when she said this and placed his hands on his face. "I'm pretty convincing, aren't I?"

"Well, actually, you kinda were. I seriously thought you were getting mad at me."

She shook her head and giggled. "Nah, I'm pretty good like that. Although when you did grab me, it kinda did take me off surprise."

"I guess I'm good like that too." He flashed a cheeky smile at her. "Well, this was fun. Hope we can do it again some other day."

"Yeah, falling on our asses." They both laughed at the comment she made. They walked out of her bedroom and into the living room.

"So, I'll see you tomorrow?" Kyle asked as Bebe opened the door for him.

She began to point on his head. "If I could see what's under that hat."

"Forget it, Bebe. You might as well just give it up, cause I don't even let my friends see my hair. Hell, I don't even let my own mother see it."

"Fine, fine, be a stubborn little pussycat. See you tomorrow."

"See you too, Bebe." They gave each other one last smile, and then Kyle took off. She closed the door behind, and leaned her back against it. Somewhere deep inside her mind, she was astonished about that silly moment they had inside her bedroom. She couldn't believe Kyle actually pinned her on the floor. It seemed so... unlike of him to do that. But at the minute he placed her on the floor, she looked briefly into his earthly-colored eyes and saw a twinkle develop inside of them. It absolutely fascinated her and all at the same time, intimidated her. Could it be the sunlight coming through her window pane that caused him to have such a breathtaking gaze?

Of course, why should she bother to notice? She was already dating whatshisface. She didn't really need to pay attention to other guys and their glistening eyes. She already had whatshisname to ogle at. And what's great about that is she won't be seen as a weirdo for ogling at him either, since they are in a relationship. She could ogle him all she wanted to. The same applied to him. Yep, she was safe and certain with him. So what if they argued a lot? It just meant they had a lot of passion with each other. Passion is a good thing in a relationship... besides, they always overcame their struggles. That is why she was still with him.

She dug inside her pocket and grabbed her cellphone. She went down to Clyde's contact and looked at the picture she put for him. He looked high as a kite in that picture--- in fact, he always did. But he's still pleasant to look at, especially now that he's lost all his baby fat. He wasn't as overweight as he was before.

So many years with you, she thought, reminiscing about all the good times she had with him. And we're still together. Bebe would've figured by now she was already in love with him. Is this how love felt like though? Like a casual nothing? Maybe it was the result from the last fight they had. Whatever it was, she didn't know how to deal with it.

--

Two hours have passed. Wendy was covering her nude body with the sheets on her bed. She waited for Stan, who was inside her bathroom. At the same time, she played back the moment those two had inside her mind. She finally lost her virginity. It felt so new to her, like she had shed into a completely different person. A person well aware of everything around her, a person who left Earth and went to another planet. She felt dazed, but not confused. Strange, but not awkward. How it all turned out--- it was so emotional and weird for the two of them.

She was happy she had sex with Stan.

Meanwhile, Stan was inside the bathroom, panicking about the sex he had with Wendy. He had his hands entwined into his black hair. He wanted to feel like a man, but he was too busy flipping out. Please God, please give my a sign, he begged desperately, she can't pregnant. While he went inside the bathroom to remove the condom he used, he noticed something peculiar about it and began thoroughly examining it properly. To his dismay, he spotted a dreadful hole on the condom. No... he dropped it on the ground and began walking back and forth. Fuck, no. Shit, this can't be happening. Even though the hole was rather small and was on the opening of the condom, he still became stressed out over it.

Wendy started to wonder what he was doing in there. Stan decided to calm down, throw the condom into the trash bin, and head towards the bedroom. Should I tell her? Should I tell her? He was going back and forth in his mind. He took one look at Wendy. It felt like his heart stopped. Oh shit, look at her. She's so fucking HAPPY. I made her so fucking happy. I can't tell her. I'll just wait until she tells me. And when that happens, I'll take a permanent trip to Canada.

"Stan," Wendy said softly. "What took you so long?"

Stan grinned so widely, all his pearly whites were shown. "I was just... doing a happy dance."

Wendy giggled for a bit. "Oh Stan, you're so silly. Come hide with me under the covers."

He forgot for a second he was also naked. Slowly, he walked over to her and laid beside her. He faced her, stared deeply at her content face. She stared back with an allure in her big, brown eyes that called out to him. His troubles began fading away when he realized how feminine she appeared. He couldn't worry about anything today. Maybe some other ordinary Monday, but not this one.

"Have I ever told you how awesome you are?" she asked, flattering her troubled boyfriend. "You are the awesomest person ever."

"I'm only awesome because I'm with you," Stan replied, causing Wendy to look the other way innocently. "You're a freakin' rockstar."

"I'm glad I'm with you," she admitted while she picked up his hand and kissed it. "Not bad for your first time, huh?"

He shook his head as held her hand tightly. His first time with her was almost perfect.

A week later...

Friday

Kyle, Stan, Cartman, and Kenny walked side-by-side with each other. They were headed to the most wonderful place in all South Park... not.

"Did you guys take the bio exam?" Cartman asked. "It was too freakin' hard, man."

Kyle answered back. "I don't have regulars bio. I have honors."

"Yeah, but the only reason you have honors is because you offered free blow jobs to get in there, Kahl."

"I did not. You're just jealous because I'm smarter than you."

"Smarter my ass."

"Jealous."

"Am not."

"Are too."

"Am not."

"Are too."

"Guys, shut up," Kenny interrupted them, still muffled by his parka. "I swear, you guys are gonna make me kill myself. Always fighting about stupid bullshit! I don't even know why I'm still hanging around you jackasses." He began walking faster than the rest of them and kept going on and on about how dumb and petty their arguments were. That is, until he got hit by a car while crossing the street. His body lay motionless on the ground, while the nervous driver spewed away.

"Oh my God, we killed Kenny!" Stan cried out. "Wait, what am I saying, you guys killed Kenny!"

"Us? We didn't do shit to him," Kyle spatted. "He said he was gonna kill himself."

Stan tilted his head. "So.... wait.... this doesn't make any sense."

Kyle smacked his forehead. "Yes it does. He said Cartman and I were going to drive him to commit suicide. And then he got killed by a car."

Stan thought about it for a second. "Oh my God! Kenny killed Kenny!"

"That bastard," Kyle added.

"Wait, that still doesn't make any sense. He didn't kill himself. He just so happened to say that while a car came by and..."

"Shut the fuck up!" Cartman shouted. "I can't take it anymore! Who fucking cares? Kenny is dead now."

Kyle glared at him. "Thanks for killing it, fat ass."

"Bastard," Stan muttered.

A few minutes later, they were inside of the school. First period came and went. They were all in homeroom now. Mr. Harrison was checking attendance. "Looks like McCormick is late again."

"Actually he died," Kyle informed him.

"Oh isn't that great to hear," he said sarcastically as he marked Kenny late.

Bebe leaned her body forward to Kyle. "Coming over today?"

He turned around. "You betcha." You betcha? Jeez, I really am a dork.

"Alright. Can't wait." She began writing on a piece of paper she tore from her binder and then handed it to Kyle. He read what it contained.

Did you see Clyde's over-gelled hair? It's so hard to run my fingers over it! LOL.

He mentally cringed at Clyde's hair and also cringed at the 'LOL' at the end of her sentence. He chuckled a little, noticing his hair did look really crusty and flaky today. He kinda felt stupid for even noticing.

That's your boyfriend you're talking about. And yeah, he needs to lay off the stuff.

He passed the note back to her. All this talk about hair made him focus on Bebe's hair and detected its natural, curliness state. It looked amazing on her. He tried hard not to stare at her for too long, but he admired it too much to stop.

"Ugh, don't look at me," Bebe said, while covering her face with a hand. "I look like a mess right now." In her mind, her hair was frizzy and untamed, and her wardrobe didn't flatter her at all. She was wearing dark-blue sweatpants and a dark green sweatshirt. She had a few acne on her forehead, but it wasn't a lot.

"No you don't," he replied gently. To Kyle, even at her worst, she looked like a beautiful mess. "You look fine. And besides, you look nicer with your curly hair."

She smiled at him. "Thanks." She started to think Kyle didn't know anything about attractiveness for a girl, but he was an honest and outspoken person. Maybe he actually meant it. "And I think you'd look nicer if took the hat off."

He rolled his eyes. "Once again, I am NOT going to take off my hat."

"Why not? Are you balding under there? Ahahaha!"

"No, it's just my hair's uncontrollable. I'd rather not reveal its true messiness."

"C'mon, Kyle. It's probably not that bad. You're acting like such a drama queen about it. I mean, look at my hair. At least I'm brave enough to show it."

"It's because you have nice hair. I don't. I have a jewfro."

"A jewfro? Okay, now you're just inventing excuses."

"It's true though. I'll show you my hair one of these days, but not right now. It's just... it's bad, okay?"

She extended her hand and flicked the bill of his hat. "Fine, whatever. Pussycat."

"You know, the more you keep on saying that, the more I'm starting to think you're actually saying something else."

"I'm not trying to say anything else. Pussycat."

"Quit calling me that."

"Pussycat, pussycat, I love you!"

"Ugh, Bebe..."

Butters broke into song. "Pussycat, pussycat, I love you! Yes, I do. You and your pussycat nose! What's new, pussycat?? WHOA-OOOOH."

Cartman grimaced at his singing. "That's the gayest song I've ever heard."

"Haha, he said pussy," Craig Tucker stated the obvious.

"He said pussycat, stupid," Annie Polk retorted. Craig proceeded to flip her off.

"I like the song," Butters mumbled.

"Quit being a pussy, Butters!" Cartman yelled.

"Eric Cartman!" yelled Mr. Harrison. "Off to the principal's office NOW!"

"WHAT!? But I didn't even say it first!"

"You still said it though. Go on, or I'm calling your parents."

"What the fu-"

"WATCH YOUR LANGUAGE." He pointed straight to the door. "Right. To the principal's office."

Cartman sucked his teeth and walked over to the door. "Man, this is some bull." He left the room.

Wendy had her head placed down on her desk. She wasn't in the mood to face anyone right now.

"Hey Wendy," Bebe whispered, "Are you alright, girl?"

Wendy only nodded ,while her head was still faced down.

"You sure?"

She nodded again. Bebe didn't buy it.

"You sure there isn't anything you want to talk about?"

She shook her head this time.

"Wendy! I'm your best friend, you can tell me anything."

She didn't move a muscle. Bebe's eyes glanced right to Stan. He was turned towards Wendy, his hand placed on his face, staring at her the whole time. That is, until he glanced back at Bebe when he felt her eyes glued on him.

"What'd you do to her?" she mouthed at him.

"I didn't do anything," he mouthed back, an accused expression formed on his face.

She gestured at Wendy's current state of blah. He shrugged. "Do you know what's wrong with her?"

He pointed to his ear and mouthed, "What?"

"Nevermind," was the last thing she said before she turned her attention back to her own matters. I'll find out what's wrong with her. Eventually.

The bell rang. All the students stood up from the desks and went to their next classes.

--

Lunch time. This was a time when the South Park boys would discuss sexual matters and flat-out insult each other. The table was made up of Kyle, Stan, Cartman, Token, Craig, Tweek, Kenny (who somehow managed to be revived), Jimmy, and Timmy. They were all eating their unappetizing lunches from the school cafeteria.

"So, what's the deal with you and Bebe?" Token asked Kyle. Stan seemed a little interested in hearing his response.

Kyle shrugged and munched on the chips he carried on his tray. "Nothing."

"S-S-So you're n-n-not b-b-b-banging her?" Jimmy asked, stuttering on his words.

"Yeah, you're not getting some?" Craig chimed in.

Kyle slightly furrowed his eyebrows. "No, I am not banging her. We're just working on a project together."

"That's so lame, man!" Tweek commented, while sipping furiously on his soda.

"Yeah, you're pretty lame, Kahl," Cartman said.

"What do you expect me to do? She's dating freakin' Clyde again."

"You have a problem with him or something?" Craig asked.

"Noooooooo," Kyle lied.

Stan glanced at him suspiciously. It was obvious to him Kyle did, because he was dating Bebe. It made him believe that Kyle did like Bebe as more than a project buddy.

"I don't blame him for dating her again," Kenny added. "She's pretty hot. And she's got them big titties." Kyle glared at him for demeaning his crush like that.

Token flicked a piece of food from the table. "She's alright," he said doubtfully. "You know whose really hot, though?"

"TIMMEH!"

"No, not you, Timmy. Although you are pretty sexy, no homo."

"Whose r-r-really h-h-hot?"

Token grinned dreamily. "Rebecca."

"Oh y-y-yes! She's s-s-s-smoking!"

"Rebecca Cotswald?" Kyle questioned, remembering Rebecca from long ago. He hasn't seen her ever since she went back to home-schooling.

"Who? No, Rebecca Turner!"

Craig grimaced. "Ugh, that's my cousin you're talking about!"

"She's not that hot," Kenny said. "She's too prudish for me."

"I wanna get with her," Token admitted. "She's so... beautiful." He turned to Kyle. "How'd you end up getting with Bebe when you two don't even talk to each other?"

"I didn't even get with her!" Kyle exclaimed. "And besides, we're working on a project together."

"Do you wanna get with Bebe?" Tweek asked.

"NO. I mean, I think she's cute and all..." He turned away as he felt his face turn hot.

Timmy laughed at him. "You like her!"

"I smell babies," Craig said in a singy-songy tone.

Stan rolled his eyes at this. "Guys, would you leave Kyle alone? If he says he doesn't like her, then that means he doesn't like her." However, he knew it was quite the opposite.

"Thanks, Stan."

"No problem, dude."

"Are you guys gonna fuck each other now?" Cartman asked while finishing the cupcake he had on his tray. "Cause if you are, you should probably go do it in the janitor's closet."

"Go choke on your cupcake," Kyle replied harshly.

"Go take it in the ass," Cartman replied back. Kenny slapped his forehead.

"Cartman, please, just please, shut the hell up," Stan said.

"Craig, can you get your cousin to talk to me?"

"Only if you can get your mom to talk to me."

"I'm serious."

"I am too. Your mom's pretty hot."

End of Chapter. Will we ever find out why Wendy is so mopey? What will Kyle do now that Clyde is dating Bebe? Will Token let Craig ever get with his mom? Tune into Chapter 4!