Happy Holidays! I hope you all got what you wanted this year. And for my Christmas present, here is Chapter 4. I hope you like it!!

Chapter 4: First Time For Everything

While school had ended, Kyle stood nearby the front door waiting for Bebe. He's been to her house only two times (from last week) because Bebe had cheerleading practice almost every day after school. She told him it was a bitch to get out of it, especially since she was the head cheerleader. She was expected to show up everyday to show an example for the other cheerleaders. Usually, Kyle didn't really pay attention to them. They weren't normally his type.

With the exception of her, of course.

While Bebe was talking to her cheerleading coach, Kyle looked at the big window in front of him. He caught sight of students in their normal state of teenager-dom. Strangely, they all had happy expressions on their faces. One kid was even riding on top of the other like a horse. They usually came out of school with these agonizing looks on their faces, as if they've just escaped the teenage holocaust. They were probably so happy because it was Friday. And who wasn't happy with Fridays most of the time?

He felt a vibration in his pants. He grabbed the cellphone out of his pocket and flipped it open. Stan sent him a text message. i know you like bebe.

He typed his reply back to Stan, but it took him awhile to do this. He wasn't really used to text-messaging like teenagers his age were. The cellphone was just there to call parents, and occasionally, friends. Texting didn't really appeal to him so much.

As soon as he was finished, he sent it back to him and continued staring outside. A few minutes passed by. Suddenly, he felt someone claw at his shoulders. "BOO!" a high-pitched voice yelled at him. He turned around to see Bebe.

"Hey," he said calmly.

"I didn't scare you?" she asked in disappointment.

"I'm not sure if you've noticed, but you're not really the scaring type."

"Is it because I'm shorter than you? That's why? I can scare people with my height. Besides, you're just really tall." It's true. Kyle was about 6 feet, while Bebe was only 5'7.

"I didn't even bring that up. And yeah, I know I'm pretty tall."

"Well, you know what they say about tall guys." She winked at him and pulled him outside of the school before Kyle could ask what she meant with her statement. "Can I ask you a question?" They were walking towards her home.

Kyle nodded his head with uncertainty. "You just did."

"Whatever, I meant another question."

"Okay."

She paused before she asked. "Do you know... if Stan and Wendy broke up?"

"I dunno. Why don't you ask them?"

"It's because Stan is your friend. He's supposed to be telling you this stuff."

"Why don't you ask Wendy then?"

"I can't. She won't tell me anything. She's been moody all this week."

Kyle felt a vibration in his pants again. He didn't check his cellphone this time. "Maybe it's her time of the month?"

Bebe shook her head. "That's the same thing she told me. I think it's something much more than that."

"How do you know?"

"It's because we've been friends for like, ever. I know how she gets when she's on her period. And trust me, she isn't THIS depressing. I think something happened between her and Stan."

Kyle raised an eyebrow. "Why do you think it's relationship problems? Maybe it's some other problems she's dealing with."

"Could be." Bebe cupped her hands around her mouth and began exhaling hot air.

"And besides," Kyle continued, "if there is stuff happening between them right now, we shouldn't really get involved. They'll tell us when they're ready."

"But she's my best friend. I'm really concerned about her."

Such a caring being. Her inside really does match her outside. "Be concerned when she needs you to be. Right now, don't worry about it."

"Easy for you to say. You're a guy."

"So? Guys have feelings too, you know. We tend not to show them as much as girls do though. You think I don't care about my best friend, Stan?"

"Seems like it."

"You're wrong. I do. A lot. That's why I yelled at Cartman for making fun of him last week."

"Oh yeah, you did. And you got sent to the principal's office for that too. How was Mr. Funky Monkey?" Kyle chuckled at the goofy nickname she gave Mr. Mackey.

"Boring as hell. Not worth yelling at Cartman over."

"I don't understand why you hang out with him. He's always saying something to you."

Kyle pondered this for a moment. She did have a point. Cartman's such a douchebag to him, and yet, he hasn't really stopped socializing with him because of it.

"It's complicated," Kyle concluded.

"Maybe you secretly enjoy it," Bebe inquired.

"Oh yes. It's like, such a turn-on to hear Cartman bag on me."

"Ewe."

"I'm kidding."

"Sure you are."

"Don't believe me?"

"No, of course I believe you."

Kyle smirked at her. "It certainly shows."

"It's because my face is frozen. It's too cold to show anything."

"Lay off the botox then. You're too young to be using that anyways."

Bebe cupped her hands back onto her face. "Can you help me warm it up?" she asked flirtatiously, her blue-moon eyes blinking rapidly and innocently.

Whoa, is she being serious? Kyle stopped dead in his tracks. Bebe stopped when she realized Kyle wasn't walking beside her. "How am I gonna do that, exactly?"

She walked back to him. "You're smart. You figure it out."

At that moment, he wanted to hold her by the waist, pull her into his arms, and plant one, big, magnificent kiss on her cold and probably chapped lips. She was standing right in front of him after all, and that's basically what she was asking him to do. She was tempting him into forbidden territory. Both of them knew she wanted to do this. No matter how badly he wanted to go ahead and touch her lips and heat them up, he knew better than to have his passion control over him like that. After all, he was smart enough to figure it out.

He stuck his hands out and placed them over Bebe's cold cheeks. Bebe felt a little overwhelmed with the tender gesture, being thrown off with the assumptions she made about him. She thought he was going to either a) tease her and laugh at her b) just walk away from her or c) kiss her right then and there. The soft winter gloves he wore directed the heat on her face. She felt a little better, actually.

"Does that solve your problem?" Kyle's eyes darted somewhere else. I can't believe I'm doing this, he commented to himself while trying to hide a sly smile.

Bebe clutched on his hands. "Yes it does," she replied affectionately. "Thanks."

"No problem." He removed his hands from her and jammed them in his pockets. Well, that was really interesting.

--

There was no luck in the bathroom for Wendy. Fuck, she thought to herself as she stepped out and ran to her room. She jumped on her bed and buried her head on her silky pillowcase. Fuckity, fuck, fuck, fuck! FUCK, I'm fucked. Tears were developing behind her eyes as she mentally cursed at herself. Why did this have to happen to me? Why me? It was my first fucking time! She stopped all her body movements for a moment. Why isn't my period coming? I can't be pregnant, no fucking way. She got off her bed and stomped off to the kitchen. She grabbed her coat from the chair, her keys, and her purse.

"Mom, I'm going out to buy pads!" she lied.

"Alright sweetie, just make sure you're back by dinner time," her mother called out.

She put on her coat and walked out the door. She quickly went to her car, buckled up, placed the key inside the ignition, and drove off. One thing she could always rely on is her car. Her car is supposed to be her only baby. It seemed impossible for Wendy to have another one, since Stan did wear the condom. She even witnessed him put it on. But maybe it decided to fail on purpose, like it was planning, hey! Since I'm supposed to be a reliable source of birth control, I'm just gonna go against what my overall purpose is for this risky activity. So fuck you, newly sexually-active teenagers. I'm gonna make sure this little bastard is made.

Condoms don't have minds of their own though. It's the people who make these tricky, latex penis-wrappers that do and have failed to make them right. If it turned out she had a bun in her oven, she would plan to sue the company she thought she could trust with her after-sex concerns.

You're getting way too ahead of yourself Wendy, she thought as she stopped at the nearest pharmacy. She instantly came out of her car and ran to the store. She went down an aisle that contained feminine hygiene and searched through the pregnancy tests. She grabbed three of different labels and went to the cashier. The cashier looked Asian, with her long, silky hair and slanted eyes. She flashed a warm smile to Wendy, who attempted to smile back.

The cashier told her the amount she had to pay. She gave her the money, received her change back, and grabbed the bag that contained her future readings. Wendy furiously walked back to her car and sped home.

What if it turns out I am pregnant? How do I tell Stan? Do I even tell him about this? Or maybe he's going to deny it's his and accuse me of being a whore. Nah, Stan would never do that. He's too much of a good guy to ditch me like that. He wouldn't have me fend this off for myself. He's going help me with this, I know he will. And if he doesn't, well then, I'm just gonna have to cut his balls off. Yeah, that's a good back-up. It's either me or his testicles.

As soon as she came back home, she went in the kitchen to drink a tall glass of juice. She drank another one, and then another. After was she done, she ran to the bathroom with her "stuff." She waited, and waited, and waited. Sitting on the toilet made her anxious. She couldn't let out anything at the moment.

"Wendy." She heard her mother through the door. "Are you okay in there?"

No I'm not mommy. "Yeah, it's just.... period."

"Alright." Her mother's voice disappeared. Wendy finally had something come out of her body. She did as what the instructions told her to do. She set the timer on her cellphone and waited some more. And waited. And waited. And waited.

How am I gonna tell my parents about this? Fuck it, they'll never know. I'll just tell them I got really fat because of the stuff they're serving us in the cafeteria. That could work... or maybe I'll just wear really baggy clothes. That could work too. No it won't. They're not retarded. They're not Bebe's parents. They probably knew I was pregnant before I did. I'm in really deep shit.

The timer set off. She flipped over the stick and gasped at the results.

--

"Okay, I'll dress up as Holden and pretend to be him," Kyle said, discussing about the project, "and you'll be the annoying interviewer."

Bebe raised an eyebrow at him, while she was jotting notes on her paper. "Why can't I be Holden?"

"Because you're not a dude. Kay, man?"

"Fine, fine. I'll start writing the questions out then."

Her cellphone rang. Kyle prayed to God it wasn't Clyde as she picked it up and checked the name.

"Who is it?" he questioned curiously.

"It's Wendy," Bebe replied nonchalantly and answered the phone. Kyle sighed with relief. "Hey you." Pause. "What?" Pause. "Sure, I'll come over." Pause. "Why, what's wrong?" Pause. "Okay, okay, I'll be there. Hold on, Wends." Click.

She turned to Kyle. "Kyle, I'm very sorry. I have to go to Wendy's."

"While you're there, can you bring me a double cheeseburger, a coke, and large fries? And if you see Cartman there, tell him I said 'hi.'" It took Bebe awhile to get what he meant and then she laughed at his corporate joke.

"No silly," she told him, "I need to go over Wendy's house."

"Ugh, what does Moody Patooty want?"

"She told me she was in deep shit." Bebe took her jacket from her bed and began to put it on. She grabbed the gloves inside the pocket and slid them on her hands. "I need to go help her. She's my best friend."

Kyle stuffed his notebook and pen inside his bag. "So, I guess I'll see you Monday then? Or whenever you don't have cheerleading practice?"

Bebe paused for a second. "How about tomorrow? We could just hang out."

"Hang out?"

"Yeah. By the ice rink. We could go and ice skate."

"But I don't really know how to ice skate."

"I'll show you. It's not that hard."

"Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeell, okay."

"Cool. Just meet me in my house and we'll go together." They walked out of her bedroom and towards the door inside the living room. "Oh, and bring some money."

"Okay," Kyle agreed to it while Bebe opened the door. They both walked out of her house and headed towards opposite directions. "See you tomorrow, then."

"Later, Kyle." They began walking away from each other. Somewhere deep along the path, Kyle formed a huge grin on his face.

Bebe had a look of concern on hers. What could be wrong with Wendy? she asked herself over and over.

A few minutes later, she was over at Wendy's house. She rang the doorbell and waited anxiously. Wendy opened the door at an instant. She had on her beret and her coat. Her eyes were red, like she just got back from crying.

"Bebe?" Her voice was hoarse.

"Yeah, Wendy. I'm here." Wendy hugged her friend lovingly.

"Oh Bebe, I've got the most terrible news to tell you!"

Bebe wrapped her arms around her friend in comfort. "You could tell me anything, Wendy."

"Let's get out of here first." Wendy closed the door behind her and she went to her car. Bebe followed behind.

As soon as they were both inside, Wendy drove away. Bebe stared at her sympathetically. She really wanted to know what was going on her with her closest friend.

She stopped at a parking lot near a diner. When she turned off the ignition, she began to cry inside her hands.

"Bebe, I had sex with Stan!" Wendy blurted out.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Wendy. Was it that bad?" Bebe asked pitifully.

"NO, NO. It was great! Just fucking great!" Wendy held her forehead.

Bebe became a bit confused. "Then why are you sad? Is it because it was your first time?"

Wendy shook her head and seized her best friend's hand. "It's not that."

"Then what is it!? Just tell me sweetie, I won't judge you."

She held Bebe in a trance-like stare. "I'm pregnant."

Bebe dropped her jaw in the most utter surprisement. "Bullshit."

"It's the truth, Bebe! This week, I was supposed to get my period. And I DID NOT. I'm carrying Stan's bastard child! It's all true. It's not bullshit!"

"Oh, shit. When did you guys have sex?"

"Last Monday."

"Wait, isn't it a little too early to know you're pregnant?"

"Bebe, I took three pregnancy tests and they all said the same thing!" Wendy was on the verge of slapping her.

"Maybe you read it wrong. Did you know that one in three women could read a pregnancy test wrong?"

"Are you calling me stupid!?" Wendy drew back her head and looked the other way. "Fuck you, Bebe." The tears could not stop falling from her eyes.

Bebe felt guilty for making that insensitive comment. "I'm sorry, Wendy. I just—I can't believe it, you know. My best friend's pregnant. Did you at least use protection?"

"I did! And it didn't work!" She turned back to her friend. "I hate condoms now!"

Bebe embraced her supportingly. She rubbed her back and stroke her hair. "Don't worry. I promise you I'll be there whenever you'll need me. I love you so much."

Wendy sniffled as she heard the beautiful words that came out of Bebe's mouth. "Th-thank you, Bebe. I l-love you too."

Bebe broke off their hug as she grabbed onto Wendy's shoulders. "Have you told Stan yet?"

She shook her head. "No."

"Your parents?"

"God no."

"Just me?"

"Yeah. I knew I could count on you. That's why."

"You know you need to tell Stan, right?"

Wendy pursed her lips. "I don't think I can."

"Want me to tell him?"

"No. I'll do it, but not right now."

"What about your parents?"

"They will kill me if they knew I was having sex."

Bebe sighed despairingly. "They're gonna find out later on."

"I know, I know." Wendy dropped her head on Bebe's shoulder. "I'll tell them. But not today. Or tomorrow. Or anytime this week."

Bebe removed the hair from Wendy's face. "You're going to be okay, you know that?"

"Sure." They fell in comfortable silence.

The next day

A text message appeared on Kyle's cellphone. He picked it up and saw it was a text message from Bebe. hey r u ready to go today?

He texted back, yeah i'll be there in 10 minutes and then sent it back to her. He climbed down the stairs to inform his mother. "Hey mom, I'm going out today."

"It's pretty cold out, don't you think bubby?"

"I'll wear my coat, don't worry about it."

"Who are you going with?"

"A friend. Her name's Bebe."

"Ooooooh." She elbowed her son. "In that case, here's 10 dollars." She took out her wallet and handed him some money. "Make sure you get her a little something." Kyle rolled his eyes when she made that implication.

"Mom, we're just friends. Besides, she has a boyfriend."

"What!? In that case, I want my 10 dollars back!"

"Moooooooooooooom," Kyle whined.

"No son of mine is going out with a whore!"

"She's not a whore! She's just a girl, mom. And we're just friends."

"Kyle's got a girlfriend, Kyle's got a girlfriend!" Ike chanted as he joined the conversation.

Kyle was becoming irritated. "Bebe's NOT my girlfriend! Would you just shut up!?"

"Kyle and Bebe sittin' in a tree. They are kissing like monkeys!"

Sheila lightly smacked the back of her younger son's head. "Shush, don't embarrass your brother like that."

"Thank you," Kyle said.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm going to ice skate."

"But bubby, you don't know how to ice skate. You don't even have ice skates."

"Mom, I could learn. And I could rent ice skates too. Bebe and I are going to an ice rink." He grabbed his jacket, his gloves, and his scarf. Before he went out the door, he kissed his mother on the cheek. "See you later."

"Okay, Kyle. Make sure you don't do anything else besides skate with that girl!"

"She's not a whore," was the last thing he told her before he closed the door.

Ike turned to his mother. "Kyle's going out with a slut?"

"Ike, don't use inappropriate language," Sheila nagged.

A couple of minutes went by. Kyle was outside of Bebe's door. He knocked on the door. Bebe opened it in a matter of seconds. "Hello, Kyle," she greeted him. She had on her red fuzzy coat, dark jeans, blue boots, winter gloves, and a winter hat that matched Kyle's.

"Hey," he responded. "I like your hat."

"Gee, I wonder why," she smile and laughed. "Thanks. I like yours too."

"I know," he teased. "Soooo, what direction are we headed?"

"Follow me." She closed the door behind her and began walking. He began following behind her. More time passed by as the cold weather became icier and turned them pink. They were used to walking in cold winters, so it didn't really bother them at all.

When they were finally there, Kyle noticed a few people from his school were skating. There was a stand you could rent ice skates from. Near that stand was another one that sold hot cocoa. He and Bebe went to rent ice skates there. It costed only five dollars, so they paid the guy who provided them the skates. They went to sit on a bench and began taking off their boots, exposing their feet to the freezing air.

"Nice socks," Kyle commented, taking notice in Bebe's colorful socks.

"Aren't they cute?" She showed them off to him.

He nodded his head. They quickly placed the ice skates on their feet and tied up the laces. Bebe was the first to stand up.

"Can you stand up?" she asked.

Kyle tried pushing him off the bench. "Not really. I haven't done this before."

"Take my hand." She drew out her hand. He grabbed onto it and pushed himself off the bench. Bebe stomped on the crunchy snow and headed towards the shimmering, icy lake. "Make sure when you skate on the ice, you keep your balance. Otherwise, you're gonna fall on your ass like you did when you came over my house that one time."

"Didn't you trip me?"

"Try to walk on the ice since it's your first time," she continued, ignoring his question. "Relax your body, don't be stiff." Bebe stepped on the ice with no problem. Kyle gently stepped on it and immediately lost his balance. Bebe yanked his arm. "I said relax!"

"I'm gonna die," Kyle said.

"No you're not," Bebe reassured him. "Just go with the flow. Have you ever skated? Like, in general?"

"Yeah."

"It's like that, only with ice. And the fact that you're wearing actual blades on the back of your skates."

He held on Bebe's arm tightly. "Please don't let go of me."

"I won't." She glided through the ice with Kyle holding onto her. "When you get the hang of it, it can be really fun." She was skating around the lake. Kyle traveled his hands on her shoulder.

"Am I being annoying?" he asked, wondering if he was being too clingy.

"No," she answered. "But you have to learn to let go."

"I'll try." He let go of Bebe's shoulders and stood perfectly still. Then, he slipped and fell right on his behind.

Bebe turned around too quickly and almost fell right on him. "Kyle! Are you okay?" She took his hand and tried pulling him up.

He stood up carefully. "I'm butt hurt." Bebe laughed after he said this.

"Yeah, that's gonna happen a few times."

"Now you tell me."

"I don't need to tell you this. It's common knowledge." She skated away from him. Kyle stood there with his arms outstretched.

"Um, Bebe. Could you please come back?" She then circled around around him a few times, as if taunting his inability to skate along with her. "You're mean. I don't wanna do this anymore." He crossed his arms and tried to look away from her.

Bebe pushed his shoulders and helped him glide through the ice. Kyle felt like he was a helpless, annoying, pathetic little brat. He was still having fun all at the same time.

--

A text appeared on Clyde's cellphone. It was from one of his trusted buddies, Kevin Stoley. While he received the message, he was inside his house on the couch, watching television, drinking a can of pepsi on his hand. Indeed, it was another normal day for Clyde Donovan. That is, until the text message revealed something horrible to him.

Hey clyde, bebe is cheatin on u.

"What!?" he shouted after he read it. He replied, with who?

Kyle Broflovski. It only took that name to have Clyde crush his can of soda. "Oh, that bastard's gonna get it," he muttered while he began calling Kevin.

Ugh-oh, here comes the drama! Will Wendy tell Stan she's pregnant? Will Clyde confront Kyle in the next chappie? You're just gonna have to find out, once I update again. Thank you for reading. Please review and tell me what you thought about the chapter!