"Bebe?" I exclaim, shocked at the figure at my window.
"Yeah, Stan, please let me in," she pleads. What the hell could Bebe possibly be doing at my house? I open the window and let her in.
"Bebe, what's wrong?" I ask.
"It's- it's Wendy," she says. Oh my God! Wendy? Did something happen? I hope she's okay. God, I hope she's okay.
"What's wrong?" I say urgently. "What's wrong with Wendy?"
"Stan, calm down," Bebe says. It's not a big deal." She waits for me to relax from the freaking panic attack she just gave me, and continues. "Have you- have you noticed that Wendy's been acting a little…. odd recently?"
I look intently at Bebe. Well, no, besides the fact she's lying to me all the time and won't hang out with me. I shrug.
"Come on, Stan," she says, dropping the questioning tone. "I know you've noticed it. You're her boyfriend for god's sake! And you're a real lousy one if you haven't noticed anything."
I look angrily at Bebe. "I'm not the lousy one in this relationship. She's the lousy one right now! Yes, I have noticed something's wrong with her, happy?" After all I've been through, just having Bebe mention that I'm the one at fault pisses me off.
"Knew that'd get your attention," Bebe states, laughing softly, but soon returning to the sad way she was when she arrived.
"Why are you here, Bebe?" I ask, trying not to sound rude.
"Well, I was going to talk to Wendy tonight, but she was busy, and I really needed someone to talk to."
I nodded. I understand how Bebe feels. She'd want to talk to me of all people, because I know almost as much about Wendy as Wendy does. Or so I thought.
"She's been blowing me off every time I want to get together, and she keeps lying about whatever she's doing. At first I thought she was hanging out with you, but then you guys got in that… uh… fight at lunch and… I guess I knew it wasn't you she'd been blowing me off for."
"Yeah, she's been doing the same to me, and I haven't known what the hell to think. I mean, she told me that she was yelling at her dad on the phone once, then told me it was you she was yelling at, because you didn't pick her up."
Bebe looks confused. "Pick her up when?"
"The mall," I say, "Wendy said you guys were going to the mall a couple days ago."
"You mean after school?" she asks. I nod. "She told me that you and her were going to get some ice cream."
We stare shocked at each other for a few moments. We're both in the same situation. I wonder who else Wendy's been keeping in the dark. "What the hell is wrong with her?"
"I don't know," Bebe says, sighing. "I was going to ask her tonight, but she had to go to the movies with her friend and-"
"Wendy's at an art show," I informed Bebe, correcting her mistake.
"No," Bebe says, "She's at the movies." She pulls out her phone and I hear a voice mail.
"Hey Bebe, it's Wendy, sorry I missed your call. Can't hang out tonight, going to a movie with some friends."
I look at her curiously and hand her the note that Wendy had given back to me that afternoon.
I have to go to an Art Show with my parents.
Bebe looks at the note in anger. Her eyes fill with tears again.
"No- no, Bebe, it's okay," I comfort her, patting her back. "Here, I'll give you a ride home."
Ha! A short chapter. Yes, quite short. Bebe is soooo overreacting, but who cares, she's still cool. Teehee! New chap coming soon. More fun for Wendy and Stan. Don't worry, Kyle and Red fans, they'll be back soon too. Please review! Love ya!