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Chapter 6: Hopeless Romantic
Today felt bittersweet for Kyle. A punch on the face from your secret crush's boyfriend, followed by a kind gesture from that secret crush. Nothing was black and white anymore when you were growing up. When you were a small child, anything could've ruined your day. It didn't matter if anything good came along right after, you would still be pissed off of the overall outcome. When you're a teenager, you have to find something that could brighten your day or mood, whether it would be a hug from someone you positively adore, or just looking up porn on your computer.
And as Kyle left the school building, he spotted Stan waiting for him. It caused him to be happy and surprised all at the same time. His main buddy was waiting in the freezing weather for him, when he could've just gone away with his girlfriend or not be there at all to support him. What caught Stan's eye was the noticeable bruise beneath the ice pack Kyle carried with him.
"Dude, are you okay?" Stan asked, with a concerned tone in his voice. They both began walking away from South Park High.
"Yeah, I'm alright," Kyle responded as if the bruise didn't bother him at all. "It's nothing, really."
"Did you get in trouble? What happened with you and Clyde?"
Kyle squinted his eyes from the sound of that name. "Clyde is a dick, that's for sure. He thinks Bebe is cheating on him with me, just because someone told him we were ice-skating together."
A look of disbelief took over Stan's face. "And he hit you because of that? What a dumb ass."
"He is a dumb ass. And he hit me in front of a teacher too!"
"Wow, that's really stupid. At least you didn't get in trouble though... did you?"
"No, I didn't. I didn't even touch him. I almost got sent to Mr. Mackey's office though, if it wasn't for Bebe."
"Why? What she'd do?"
"She said I didn't touch him. She also took me to the nurse and helped me out with this bruise."
"Really? That makes her officially cool in my book now."
"Yeah, mine too." Kyle couldn't stop smiling from the time he had with her inside the nurse's office. The way she handled him, the way she tended to him... it was all so surreal and foreign to him. It was those type of moments that could be compared to rare gems. They didn't come by too often, but when they did, they were the most wonderful in the world to him.
Stan detected how silent his best friend became after they mentioned Bebe. Kyle was a very horrible liar. He definitely had something for her, even if he denied it to everyone around him. After what she's done for him today, it was impossible for Kyle not to like her.
"And you don't like her at all?"
"Huh? Wha?" Kyle snapped out of his thoughts and went back to Stan.
"I said, 'And you don't like her at all?'" Stan repeated his question.
Kyle fell into silence again. He was unsure of whether to tell Stan or not that he, Kyle Broflovski, had the hugest crush on Bebe Stevens. It seemed embarrassing ever since he told Stan one time he would never like such a "dumb girl" like her. But then again, he told him that years ago, back when Bebe kissed him that one time inside the clubhouse they've built.
Since that was such a long time ago, Stan couldn't probably remember it.
"Actually I do like her," he finally admitted. "I like her a lot. I like her so much, I don't think I wanna be just friends with her. I like her so much, I think I'm going crazy over her. It may sound clichéd, but she makes me feel all fuzzy inside... and not in the 'I wanna bone her' kind of way either."
The only thing Stan could do was stop and stare. Kyle was confused with his abrupt actions and began to do the same. He didn't really know what Stan thought of him for confessing all those feelings to him.
He probably thinks I'm a pussy, he thought miserably. "Stan? Stan? Say something. Dammit, I knew I shouldn't have told you."
"You actually feel that way about Bebe Stevens? My girlfriend's best friend?"
Kyle smacked his forehead. "Yeah. Now you know."
"You told me you'd never like her."
"I changed my mind! And that was years ago! UGH."
"Awwwwwww, Kyle likes Bebe! Dat's sho shweet!" Stan teased, much to the irritation of Kyle's.
"Do you really have to say that out loud?"
"I'm sorry, but it's kinda cute. You said you'd-"
"I know what I said," Kyle interrupted. "But people could change their minds. We do it all the time."
"When did you start liking her?"
"When we went to the mall."
"I KNEW IT. It was pretty obvious! They way you looked at her, the way you talked to her. Even Wendy thinks you like her too. Damn, we're smart."
"You guys aren't smart if it seemed really obvious."
"Shut up, you're mad."
Kyle pushed Stan with his arm and began running away from him. Stan chased right behind.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaagggggghhhhh!" Kyle screamed in a shrilled and playful voice.
"Come back here, lover boy!" Stan exclaimed as he tried catching up to him.
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There was no one in the world Bebe wanted to punch harder than Clyde Donovan. How, she thought as she took a bite of the granola bar she had in her hand while she tried to study at the same time, did I end up dating that freakin' lunatic again!? Why did I take him back!? He's done nothing but cause more stress in my life! I hate him, I hate him so much! The next time I see him, I'm gonna tell him it's over for good! There's no getting back with him, no "but baby, you're my one and only, I'll miss you like crazy," no nothing! I'll show him. I'll show him I don't need him. The book she had in front of her face was from History. She tried memorizing a few things from there, but her mind was too concentrated on Clyde and wanting to punish him.
Oh my God Bebe, stop thinking about him already! She tried focusing her mind on the History test she was going to take tomorrow, but alas, she could not. Instead, she tried thinking about someone a lot more positive, someone like... Kyle. Him and his know-it-all self. He wasn't as violent as Clyde, nor as stupid either. He's a lot more calm and down-to-earth. He's funny and very insightful too. He's not bad-looking either. In fact, he was really handsome. Really cute eyes, and a charming smile...
He's still got a great ass, Bebe thought in amusement. She chuckled and shook her head. God, I'm such a weirdo.
All of a sudden, she heard the doorbell ring. She was too lazy to answer it, so she just stayed in her chair nearby the computer. Her mother answered it instead.
"Sweetie, there's someone who wants to see you!" Mrs. Stevens called out.
Bebe dashed down the stairs and to her disappointment, it was Clyde at the door. Her mother left those two alone. Bebe wanted to hurl something at his head.
"What do you want?" she asked coldly while she half-hid herself behind the door.
"Bebe, I'm sorry," he replied sadly and desperately. Bebe's eyes dropped to something he held in his hands. She couldn't see it all too well, since it was hidden behind him. "What happened at school—I really screwed up this time. You have to understand I was really mad. I thought you cheated on me, one of my best friends told me you did."
"And you believed him just because he saw me and Kyle at the ice rink. Yeah, you and your friend are a piece of shit, you know that?"
"Why'd you have to go with Kyle though? Why couldn't you just go with your regular friends!?"
"Ummm, cause he's one of my friends too? I could still hang around with friends that are not chicks. Who are you to tell me who I can and can't hang out with? You don't own me, Clyde!"
"Okay, okay, you're right Bebe. I acted really, really, really retarded. I mean, I even got suspended for two days because of that!"
"You totally and fully deserve it, asswipe."
"I know you hate me right now, and you know what, I understand. But Bebe, just please, please forgive me."
"Why should I do that? You already blew your chance."
"I had a feeling you were gonna say that." Just then, he revealed the mysterious object in his hands and presented it to her. "Here."
It was a sunflower, standing yellow and tall. That was Bebe's favorite flower. She loved how bright it appeared, how big and bold it was. Sunflowers made her smile and admire them. There was also an envelope attached to the thin, green stem that kept it standing. Bebe stared at it in awe, wanting to take it away from Clyde's grubby hands.
"Clyde, I..." He shoved it in her hands. Oh Jesus, she thought as she held the overwhelming gift in her hands.
"Take it. I know it's your favorite flower. Please think about all the precious times we've had together. We've been together for so many years and I don't want them to be thrown away because of this stupid mistake I made. For all the times we've gone on and off, we could've just left each other and gone out with other people, but we didn't. And you know why? It's because we're meant for each other. You don't know how patient I've been with you all this time. I didn't even have sex with you yet. I'm still waiting for you to take my virginity already. Do you know how frustrating that is for a guy like me?"
"Okay Clyde whatever, it's called masturbating," Bebe interrupted and began closing the door on him.
"Bebe, wait, I love you!" Bam! "... Call me..."
She rolled her eyes and went back to her room. The flower mesmerized her, and began clouding her judgments towards Clyde. Why does he always do this to me!? She took the envelope that was taped on the stem and tore it right open. She unfolded the letter it contained inside. The letter read:
Bebe, I don't want to lose you despite all the stupid things I've done. You're my first and only true love. I'm sorry for punching Kyle in the face. He didn't deserve it. I'm also sorry for thinking you cheated on me. I knew I could always trust you, because you're perfect. You're smart, you're funny, you're just simply beautiful. I'm happy I have you as a girlfriend. Please don't break up with me. Give me one last chance in making everything better. And if I blow it this time, well, at least I could always tell people I've actually been with an angel. I love you. Clyde.
Tears had sprang inside Bebe's eyes when she finished reading this. A big lump formed inside her throat, followed by a pang inside her heart. Would she be able to break up with him after she read the most thoughtful letter he's ever given her? She wiped her eyes before the tears could come out. Five minutes ago, she wanted to brutalize him. Now, she's not quite sure what she wants to do anymore. She needed someone to help her, someone to guide her to the light.
Her cellphone was right by her History book. She picked it up and dialed one number she knew she could trust. She began to wait while it kept ringing. Come on, pick up, pick up...
"Hi, you've reached Wendy Testaburger. I may not be in my phone right now..." She hung up and decided to call another number she knew she could also trust.
"Uh, hello?" Butters voice broke out on the other line.
"Um, hey Butters," Bebe said dubiously. "What's up?"
"Oh, hello Bebe. Nothing really, just studying for the History test tomorrow. What about you?"
"Oh, did I disrupt you? Maybe I should call you back another time..."
"No, no, I've got plenty of time to study. Besides, I already know this stuff, heh. So, what is it that you wanna talk about?"
"Well, you see, I have this problem..."
"Mhm, go on. Is it with Clyde?"
"How'd you know?"
"Well, after what had happened today, I figured you probably would."
Bebe lied on her bed and stared up at the ceiling. "So, you know what happened?"
"Yes, I think everyone does."
"Well, shit. So anyways, he came over and apologized."
"Oh really?"
"Yeah. And he also gave me a sunflower and a letter that said the most precious things inside of it."
"How sweet."
"I guess so. The thing is though, I was planning to break up with him. And now, I don't know."
"Well, do you still love him?"
"I'm not sure. How could you tell when you're still in love with someone?"
"When it only takes a moment to take them back."
"Butters, that's not true. Sometimes, when you take back people really quickly, it could mean you're either desperate or really codependent. Especially when they've hurt you in any way."
"Has Clyde ever hurt you?"
"Not really..."
"And how long does it take you to get back with him?"
"It takes awhile sometimes..."
"Then I don't think you're in love with him."
The honest and brutal statement Bebe dreaded to hear. No one has really said that to her, not even Wendy told her any of this. She probably thought it was going to hurt Bebe's feelings. But it didn't; it actually relieved Bebe a little. To know that this love wasn't really going anywhere. To know it was rather pointless for them to try and rekindle their feelings... and for what? It's been heartache and pain. Why would they want to know if they could face it again? Sure, they can't stop right now, they've traveled so far. But to change this lonely life...
"I wanna know what love is!" Bebe shouted over her cellphone. "I want you to show me!"
Butters widened his eyes. "...What?"
"I wanna feel what love is!"
"Bebe, are you okay?"
"I know you can show me!"
"Bebe?"
"Yes? Oh right, sorry. Thank you Butters. You've been really helpful."
"Oh, no problem Bebe. I'm happy I've helped you in your situation."
Somewhere in the back of Bebe's mind, Foreigner was playing one of their best known songs...
Clyde's seat was empty during Homeroom period. Kyle did a mental, victory dance upon realizing this. Serves ya right, you no-good trick, he thought bitterly as he turned his head back to the front. Yesterday, he had a very hard time explaining to his parents about the damn bruise on his face. His mother overreacted when she saw it and immediately wanted to press charges on whoever did that to him. She wanted full details on what happened. Who did it, why'd they do it, how they'd do it, did they hit him somewhere else...
"Mom, it's okay," Kyle reassured. "He's going to get in trouble for it."
"He better get what's coming to him!" she said heatedly as she went to the bathroom to get something for his wound. "Otherwise, I'm going to call the school for not taking extreme measures in this! No one can hurt you like that, bubby. Especially over something so petty and stupid!"
Kyle sighed wearily. His father, Gerald Broflovski went over by him and gave him a pat on his back.
"Son, I know you think your mom's overreacting..."
"It's because she is! I'm fine, I'm not dead! I just got a bruise, that's it. It doesn't even hurt that much. And besides, the guy's already gonna get what he deserves. Let's just stop talking about it!" He buried his head inside hands.
"Are you sure you don't wanna talk about it? I mean, what the guy did... he seemed to really have hostile feelings towards you..."
"It's only because he thinks I was messing around with his girlfriend! It's not true!"
"Well, you must really like her then if it seemed like you two were messing around."
"I do not like her. We are just friends who happen to hang out a lot."
Ike came inside the kitchen to grab a cookie from the cookie jar. He stopped and took notice of the purple bruise. "That must've hurt, dude."
"You're telling me."
"Did you hit back?"
"No."
"Wuss."
"Ike, don't call your brother a wuss. He was actually the smart one in not engaging in any physical violence."
"Did you get hit by the girl you liked?"
"No, by her boyfriend."
Ike laughed at his answer and then left with the cookie in his hand. Gerald went back to his son with a knowing expression in his eyes.
"You do like her."
"No I do not! Dad, let's drop it already!"
"Okay, whatever you say Kyle." They were quiet for a minute. "So, is she really pretty?"
"Pretty doesn't come close to the way you could describe her," Kyle explained. "You need better and more meaningful words."
"Oh, like attractive? Hot? Sexy? Bangable?"
"No, dad." He snickered at the choices of words his father used.
His mother came back with the whole aid kit. "We're gonna heal that bruise in no time bubby," Sheila told her son. She grabbed out a few things from it and ordered Kyle to stay still. This was going to be a long day for him...
The bruise was already fading. That was actually good. He didn't have to worry about people looking at it so much. Of course, they still asked questions about it. And yes, they were people who asked if he was the one who was punched by Clyde. He wasn't in the mood to answer dumb questions like that. He wasn't really in the mood to answer any questions at all. In fact, he wanted to put this all behind him now.
He heard a whistle come from Cartman. It was probably the sight from his bruise, since everyone practically associated with it and forgot all about Kyle in general.
"Man, he would've got you good," Cartman said, making Kyle feel extremely resentful towards him.
"Go suck his dick if you're so proud of what he did to me."
"What? I'm telling it like it is. You barely did anything about it."
Kyle looked off to another direction. He didn't want to talk say anything else to Eric, since it would end up in argument anyways.
"Kahl, don't be such a whiny jew." He pretended he didn't hear that. "So you're not gonna talk to me anymore? Fine! You're a fag." Cartman extended his middle finger at him and went to take his seat.
Wendy was playing with Stan's hair, staring at the back of his head with desire that filled her eyes. Stan didn't mind Wendy twirled some of his strands; as long as it made her happy and at peace, he could care less if she even made a braid from his then began to wonder how we would look like with a braid in his hair.
"Having fun back there?" he asked.
She ruffled his hair a bit. "Stan, you have really soft hair."
"Thank you, Wendy. Just so you know, the curtains match the drapes." He turned around and sheepishly smiled at her. She shook her head with a smirk that appeared on her face.
"Yeah, I already know that sweetie." They linked hands with each finger that laced the other.
They focused on each other's face, and blocked out the rest of the world. They didn't care if other people were looking at them and whispering about them. They knew they were completely envious of the relationship they've kept.
"Say, when your period goes away, why don't we... try out our new love-making skills again?" Stan suggested, leaving Wendy feel repulsed by him. It caused her to break hands at an instant.
"No, Stan. We're not gonna try out our new love-making skills again," Wendy rejected sternly. This crushed Stan's heart as his jaw dropped in agony.
"What!? Why not? Didn't you enjoy it last time?"
She's enjoyed it a little too much, she wanted to tell him. However, she also wanted to tell him something else rather important as well, something that resulted after they've tried out their new "love-making skills," but she didn't feel like they both were ready to take in the news. Wendy was still recovering from the shock when she found out.
"I did. But I just... don't want our relationship to be based on nothing more than sex." The excuse she provided him was half-true.
Stan grabbed onto Wendy's hand again. "It won't be. I promise." He gave her a peck on the cheek. "Just tell me whenever you wanna do it. I don't mind waiting again."
Bebe watched as the two lovers were acting extra lovely with one another. She was one of the envious teenagers who wanted a long-lasting relationship like the one Wendy and Stan had. It didn't help when Wendy was her best friend and always talked about how great Stan treated her. She longed for someone to love her as much as Stan loved Wendy. Whenever they were happy, they were extremely happy. Not even Clyde had made her that happy.
"Look who wants to join us," Stan hinted to Wendy. Bebe snapped out of whatever jealous-induced coma she was in, and pretended she didn't know what they were talking about.
"I don't know what you're talking about," she told him arrogantly.
"Sorry I didn't return your call last night," Wendy said. "My cellphone died."
"It's okay. Don't worry about it."
"Was it anything important?"
"Yeah, but I already got advice from someone else."
"Tell me."
Bebe motioned Wendy to come closer to her. Wendy walked over to Bebe's desk and she began whispering in her ear. Stan wasn't too pleased with Bebe stealing his girlfriend, so he turned his attention back to Kyle.
"Your little object of affection is stealing my lover," Stan teased.
Kyle shrugged a shoulder. "Not my problem, dude."
"Yeah it is. What if they have no time for us anymore?"
"I'm not even dating her..."
"....Yet!" Stan smirked as he added this. "I could hook you guys up, if you want to."
"But Clyde—"
"Forget about him. He's history." He looked over to Bebe, who was still whispering something to Wendy. "I could help you out here, Kyle."
As tempting as that sounded, Kyle felt a little embarrassed about the mere idea. Bebe might even think Kyle wasn't confident enough to ask her out himself.
"No," Kyle rejected. "It's okay."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah. I'll do this myself. But thanks though."
The bell rang. Homeroom period had ended. When Bebe stood up and went towards the door, Kenny had "accidently" tripped and landed on the softness of her chest. Bebe yelped at this.
"OHMYGOD, I'M SO SORRY," Kenny shouted to her as he lifted his head from her body.
Bebe cocked an eyebrow. "It's okay." She quickly departed from the classroom. Kenny grinned mischievously, passing by his friends who've witnessed this small, perverted event.
I'm gonna kill Kenny, Kyle thought and left the classroom.
End of Chapter! Before I leave this finished, I just want to respond to some of the reviewers.
StupidityisStupid- I'm glad I made you a Kyle/Bebe fan. JOIN US!!! xD
Angelic Guardian- Your reviews are love. Y'know what, I think I should change the title back. I thought it sounded dumb at first, but I got really used to seeing the original title a lot more.
ticktock1029- Thank you for loving it. :)
Nikki-fox- I never had anyone call me kick-ass before. Thanks, doll.
lotrarwen0- Ummmm, Wendy apparently doesn't know. :P And it was great that you picked up the meaning of the title. Snaps for you! And also, you've probably already noticed what the original title was. Look up if you haven't. :)