Dear Readers,

I am very sorry for keeping you waiting for so long. I am not going to blame it on schoolwork or anything like that, but I will blame it on my lack of creativity right now. Nothing's really been inspiring me. It's just I've had a lot of problems going on right now. Drama has kept my mind busy and it's been consuming my thoughts and ideas. But don't you worry, I've been feeling a lot better now. I am not going to lose faith in this fanfiction. I love you guys.

Chapter 7: A Flight of Stairs

The four South Park boys were leaving school as soon as it had ended. They were all headed to Cartman's house to play the new video game he received for Thanksgiving. Actually, Stan was the one who wanted to, while the other two didn't really care so much for Tekken 6. Stan pleaded for Kyle to tag along with him, while Kenny only went there for the free food. He knew Mrs. Cartman always had something prepared inside her kitchen.

While Cartman and Stan were fighting with each other in the game, Kyle watched uninterested and bored. Kenny held a big bowl of potato chips, munching on them as if that was the last meal he was going to have for the day. Both of their minds were focused on other things. Kyle thought about his English project, how lame this game turned out to be, and of course, Bebe. He couldn't stop thinking about her after that moment they had inside the nurse's office. He wanted to travel inside a time machine to go back and re-live it.

"Oh yeah, I'm totally kicking your ass," Cartman told Stan.

"Bitch just wait," Stan told him in return. "I'll get better at this and then we'll see who's kicking whose ass."

Cartman finished Stan's character off with a huge combat move. Kenny looked over to Stan, who looked rather displeased that his character was killed. "You got served!" Kenny yelled.

"And what!?" Cartman also yelled.

"NOOOO!" Stan screamed. "I want a rematch!"

"Alright, bring it."

They played a second time. Kyle sighed deeply. He was definitely losing his mind in that house. Since there was nothing for him to do, he decided to work on his homework. There was a whole stack he had to complete for the next day. He began working on his honors geometry.

"Hey Kyle, did you ask out Bebe yet?" Kenny asked as Kyle tried concentrating on his math problems.

"No," he mumbled. "Why?"

"Oh, you know, just asking." Kenny removed his hood as he said this. His blond, messy hair stuck up a bit from the static of his parka. He smoothed it over and shook his head.

"Are you interested in her?"

Kenny shrugged nonchalantly. "Maybe."

This made Kyle a little nervous. Kenny was a good-looking teenager. He probably could have any girl he wanted if his removed his parka more often. "Are you planning to ask her out?"

"Possibly."

Stan couldn't help but overhear this conversation. Even Cartman eavesdropped on those two.

Don't even think about it, Kenny. "What makes you think she's going to say yes?"

Kenny pretended to think his answer over. "Today, she didn't really do anything to me when I practically motorboated her tits. And maybe with the right words, I could have her easily wrapped around my dick."

Kyle snorted at this. Kenny was obviously delusional if he thought Bebe was that much of an easy girl.

"Yeah, okay, good luck with that." He didn't say anything after that.

Kenny waited a bit for Kyle to add more to his sentence, but he didn't. "You're not going to try to stop me?"

"Stop you from doing what?"

"From trying to get with Bebe. I thought you liked her."

"I like her as a friend. Whatever you do is not any of my business."

"Kyle, that's bullshit," Stan said abruptly. He paused the game.

"Hey, what the hell dude!? I was beating your balls again!" Cartman angrily told him.

"That's not bullshit," Kyle replied. "Whatever he does really is none of my business."

"But you really do like Bebe! Why are you gonna throw that all away for Kenny!?"

"Hey, all's fair in love and war," Kenny added.

"But dude, you know Kyle has a thing for Bebe. Why would you do that to one of your friends?"

"He practically told me he doesn't even care."

"You know Kyle! He gets embarrassed when he tells us these things."

Kyle shoved Stan after he said this. "What the hell, dude!? That was supposed to be a secret!"

Kenny pointed at Kyle. "Aha! So you do like her!"

Cartman was getting sick of all this drama about a dumb girl. "Guys, she's just a dumb girl," he joined in. "See, if you all would've joined the he-man women haters club, you guys wouldn't have a problem with this."

"But I have a girlfriend, Cartman," Stan explained.

As a response, Cartman made a whipping sound directed towards him. Stan flipped his middle finger in response.

"Okay, you know what? I'm going home," Kyle announced. He packed up his things and headed for the door. "I'll see you douchebags tomorrow." He slammed the door shut. The three other guys didn't move a muscle.

"Way to go, Kenny," Stan said.

"What!? I was being honest!" Kenny retorted. "I just wanted to give him the heads-up on this!"

"But Kyle has a crush on Bebe! Why would you do that to one of your friends?"

"It's not my fault he keeps telling us he doesn't like her. I wouldn't be trying anything on Bebe if he just told us."

Cartman yawned obnoxiously loud. "Who cares about Kahl's little girl problems? If he's not gonna tell you guys shit about anything, then you all should just leave him alone. It's pretty obvious he has a thing for Bebe, yeah, but who gives a fuck. Keeny, what you're doing right now is perfectly normal, but since you already knew Kahl liked whatsherface, why are you trying to get into her panties? I mean, that is a really awesome plan, I would personally do it, but Bebe is too much of an annoying little slut."

Kenny gave him a look of confusion.

"What I'm trying to say is, don't you think it's a little messed up for you to do that to one of your freends?"

Kenny nodded his head. "I guess you're right."

"Of course I'm right. Bros before hoes, everybody knows."

"But if he doesn't do anything about it, then I'm just gonna go ahead and make a move."

"Of course, of course. Can't have one hoe all to yourself, I understand."

"Whoa, Cartman. I've never really seen this side of you before. You actually seem like you're... caring for Kyle," Stan pointed out.

"Not really. I'm just sick of hearing you guys fight over some blonde bitch. It's a pain in the ass."

Stan continued on with the game. He was planning to call Kyle later on as soon as he won at least one round against Cartman.

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Ms. Bailey blew her whistle. The cheerleaders stopped instantly and turned their attention to her. They've practiced the dance routine at least twenty times in the past few hours and they were getting pretty worn out. Bebe's muscles felt sore and her legs were turning into jello.

"Good, but not good enough," Ms. Bailey criticized them, yet again. "Do it over!"

This earned her a few groans from the cheerleaders. Bebe didn't think she could stand for another minute.

"Coach, can we PLEASE do this tomorrow? My legs are aching."

"My back hurts!"

"I think I'm gonna die if I do this one more time!"

Ms. Bailey rolled her eyes. "Pathetic. What you're doing right now is nothing. You can't even call yourselves real cheerleaders, since real cheerleaders don't whine as much as you all do. I'm very disappointed with the group of girls I have to work with here."

Oh for the love of Jesus Christ, just shut the fuck up, Bebe thought irritatingly.

"You're all dismissed." This shed hope for the cheerleaders when they heard they could leave. "I give up! Every single day, I have to put up with this..."

They all ran towards the locker room before they could hear any of Ms. Bailey's complaints. Bebe undressed as quickly as she can and checked her cellphone at the same time. There were 3 unread text messages. Two of them were ridiculous chain letters from her friends. One of them was from Kyle, and it said:

hey. just thought i'd send you a text message making sure youre still alive from cheerleadin practice haha.

The text brightened Bebe's mood and she responded with:

hey. dont worry, im not dead just yet. ;) thx for caring, xoxo.

She sent it and bit her lip playfully. Then, she started putting on her regular clothes and called her dad to pick her up, since she was too tired to go walking.

When Kyle received her message, he was silently thrilled. Currently, he was inside his room finishing his homework. When he read the text, he tried thinking about something to reply with. He texted with "thats what i'm here for. just thinking of you." but began deleting that one, since it sounded too "romantic" from him. Instead, he settled with:

i wasnt worrying, i was actually hoping. :P

He sent it to her and laughed about it. Two minutes later, he received a text from her saying, "oh ur a jerk i take back my xoxo's.;(" He laughed again and responded with:

j/k j/k i dont mean it. i DID worry about you. and dont take back your xoxo's!!!

i knew you werent that much of a jerk and you should worry about me cuz cheerleadin practice wuz HELL. and fine, i dont take back my xoxo's. have fun wit them.

awwww poor bebe. you'll get through it i promise. :) just think about me and all your troubles will go away. ;D

lol i'll think about you ice skatin that 1 time you landed on ur cute butt. hey, it does help. :D

... you still think my butt is cute? :'D

;)

Oh yeah, she wants me, Kyle thought amusingly. Still don't know what she sees in my ass though. Wait, that didn't sound right...

He couldn't believe he was flirting with her via text message. He much rather preferred if they were doing this in person though, but he figured he could take what he could get. So long as they were communicating with one another, it wouldn't even matter to him. They could be doing it with messages in a bottle as long as they continued to talk. He was going to send another message when a new message appeared on his cellphone, interrupting the one he was going to send to Bebe. That message came from Kenny.

What the hell does this dickwad want? He opened it and read, "dude i'm rly sorry. :( i just got rly horny thinkin about ur girl's tits. u know me."

It actually surprised Kyle and he felt a lot better. He texted back, "It's ok, its understandable." and sent it to him. He already knew how Kenny could act when his hormones were out of control. It tends to happen quite a bit, but they were used to Kenny's sexual nature.

Wendy took a deep breath as she looked at the crow of teenagers sitting on the bleachers. Two days have passed already and she still hasn't said a word to her boyfriend about being pregnant. The week went by surprisingly quick. It was already Friday. A pep rally was being held today and Wendy was a part of it. She was going to introduce the teams of South Park High. Everyone in the whole school was going to be there. So far, she hasn't seen her best friend Bebe all day. The only interaction she had with her was in the hallways. Bebe said she had urgent news to tell Wendy and it was quite important.

"What is it?" Wendy asked slightly curious.

Bebe was in her cheerleader outfit. She didn't have the time to tell Wendy right away. "Did you see the news this morning?"

"Um, no. What about it?"

Bebe was about to open her mouth when...

"STEVENS GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE!" Ms. Bailey shouted to her.

"Shit," Bebe muttered under her breath. "Listen, Wendy, I'll tell you after the pep rally."

Ever since, Wendy was anxious about the news Bebe was going to tell her. She took a glimpse of the crowd on more time. She saw Stan staring right at her and grinning very affectionately. This made Wendy put on a smile. She stood up and walked in the center of the gymnasium.

"Hey South Park High!" she screamed in the microphone in her hands. "Make some noise!"

Everyone went wild. Stan called out her name and Wendy blew a kiss towards him.

"BOOOO, WENDY YOU ANNOYING PIECE OF SHIT!" Cartman booed at her. This caused laughter to break among the teenagers sitting around him. "SUCK MAH BALLS!"

Stan violently shoved Cartman. "That's my girlfriend you're talking about!" he yelled at him.

"I don't give a fuck! BOOO, WENDY! YOUR VAGINA'S SO HUGE—" And then Stan punched Cartman in the stomach.

Cartman stopped for a second and then punched Stan on the cheek in retaliation. Stan held onto his cheek and began tackling Cartman furiously on the bleachers. The teenagers stood up and formed a circle around them. Two of the teachers ran up to the bleachers. They grabbed Stan and took him off Cartman. After that, they lead him out of the gymnasium, Wendy watching in deep concern.

Stan. She passed the microphone onto someone else and followed behind.

"B-Bring in the ch-ch-cheerleaders!" Jimmy shouted and the crowd roared. The cheerleaders came out and began doing their dance routine. When the music started playing, Kyle looked up from the book he was reading and began to shout hysterically at the sight of Bebe dancing. He was unaware with what happened at the moment.

His best friend was waiting by the stairs, arms crossed and dirty expression on his face. The two teachers told him to wait as they head to the principal's office and form a complaint about him. Stan sighed heavily and felt the urge to murder Cartman.

"Stan?" a high-pitched voice called out.

"Wendy?" She appeared right in front of him and embraced him passionately. He hugged her back as tight as he could. "I'm so glad to see you."

"Stan, what happened? Why did you hit Cartman?"

"It's because he was saying all these mean things about you. I had to make him stop."

As a result, Wendy planted her lips against his and gave him a kiss of gratitude. "Awww, Stan. I love you so much."

"I love you too, Wendy. I'm never gonna let cluster fucks like him say things like that about you. I care about you a lot and I never want to see you hurt."

Wendy bit her lip nervously when she heard this from Stan. Eventually, she had to tell him and she figured right now was the right time.

"Stan, I need to tell you something."

Stan raised both his eyebrows. "What is it, honey?"

"It's something I need you to bear with me. Promise you're not gonna leave me after I tell you this, but...."

Oh Jesus, please don't tell me...

"I'm pregnant."

Stan took one good look at her. He was too tongue-tied to form a sentence at the moment. Wendy stared at him in anticipation. She waited for him to say anything, at least one word, so they both could get it over with.

But he didn't say anything at all. Instead, he pushed her body down the stairs.

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After the pep rally, Kyle met up with Bebe and hugged her excitedly. "You did really good," he assured her.

"Are you being honest with me?" she asked uncertainly.

"Hell yeah! It was freaking awesome." They walked down the hallways side by side. Everyone around them was bouncing off walls and acting totally hyper. "Looks like you guys put a lot of effort into it."

"Oh, thank God!" Bebe exclaimed in relief. "Cause I was about to die if Ms. Bitchy said anything bad about it!"

"Well, it looks like she's not gonna have the chance now."

"Thanks, Kyle. I'm glad you thought it was awesome."

They smiled at each other. "Hey, do you wanna go out?"

Bebe widened her eyes. "What?"

"I mean, do you wanna go out to eat?" Kyle rephrased his last sentence.

"Oh." Bebe giggled. Kyle sheepishly grinned. "Okay, sure." Of course he's not gonna ask me out... she thought in disappointment.

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