I buckled my seat belt as Bebe climbed in the seat behind me.
"It's okay," I say, as she checks her seat belt nervously, "I have a learners permit. If we get pulled over, you're eighteen."
Bebe gives me a small smile through her shiny eyes. As we pull out of the driveway she starts talking again.
"Stan, why do you think Wendy's lying to us?" Bebe asks. I resist the urge to roll my eyes. I've felt good know I have someone that understands the Wendy problem, but it's bugging me that Bebe got involved. I mean, I feel like this is my problem to solve. Wendy's my girlfriend. And boyfriends beat friends when it comes to problems, right? Sometimes? Not really?
"I don't know," I reply, tightening my grip on the wheel.
"But you have to have some idea," Bebe says. Man, she is really pushing it.
"I don't know," I repeat, more firm this time.
"Well, I guess I understand. I have no idea either. But I would think that she'd tell me, of all people. I am her best friend after all," she rambles.
"Or me, I'm her boyfriend," I say, slightly offended by her remark.
"Well, maybe, but I mean, she doesn't tell you all her secrets. Like she didn't tell you that she cheats on quizzes. She didn't tell you that she had a secret crush on Kyle a few years ago. She didn't tell you that she sneaked out of her house a few weeks ago to go to that concert. She didn't tell you…"
"Okay, I get it!" I say angrily, cutting Bebe off.
"Sorry, that was kinda rude of me," Bebe admits, looking down.
"Which way do you live again?" I ask her.
"Um… that way," she replies, pointing. "First left."
I give her a strange look. I don't remember many houses that way, just a bunch of businesses and crap. I shrug and keep driving.
"Turn here," Bebe says.
"Uh… Bebe?" I say curiously. "This is a movie theater."
"I'm sorry Stan," she says. "But I have to know about Wendy for sure and I know you do too."
"What? Dude, why did you make me come here?" I ask angrily.
"Well, remember how I told you that Wendy would be here?"
"Yeah, but why do we need to be here?" I ask.
"We have to know, come on Stan, what's it gonna hurt?" she pleads.
I sigh. "If Wendy finds out we're here, she won't trust me."
"Won't trust you?" Bebe echoes, shocked. "If Wendy sees you here, that'll prove she lied to you about the retarded art show!"
"Whatever, but I don't know what you're trying to find out," I reply, driving around the parking lot. We're somehow in the parking lot. I see a purple figure in the distance.
"Is that-?" Bebe says, staring at the figure. I shake my head and drive slowly toward it.
As we get closer, I notice a long curtain of dark hair. The figure is making out with someone I don't see. That proves it's not her, right?
"Oh my god, Stan, I think- I think it's-" Bebe stutters.
"It's not," I reply firmly. But the closer I get, the more I know that it is. The black curtain fits perfectly under the lavender hat. The white boots fit snugly below her knees. My headlights come to shine on the two intertwined people.
A pair of dark eyes looks at our car startled. My heart plummets to my stomach. She doesn't notice who it is. She can't see through the glare of the headlights. The boy with her just looks shocked at us. I see him, but my mind won't register who it is. My mind will only register one thing. Wendy. She's here. Making out with someone. And it's not me. There's a lump in my throat the size of freaking Russia. My hands are tightly clenched to the wheel, but they're slipping from sweat. I don't hear the knock on the window, but Bebe does. She rolls down my window.
"Hey, is there a problem or something?" the boy asks. When Wendy, who is behind his shoulder, notices me, her eyes grow wide and I hear her back up. Bebe gets out of the car and chases after her. I feel eyes being torn off me, and I know that Wendy's guy turned around. And Wendy's guy isn't me. I don't turn my head, I don't even think. I step on the gas pedal as hard as I can to get the hell out of there.
Sorry it took me so long to write this. I was having trouble on how to come about this thing. It's a shoooort chapter!!!!! Ugh. By the way, I have really random couples. Very random. It's my mind, filled randomness. Kyle and Red. Stendy fans got screwed over this time. Sorry! I'll get the next chapter up faster, I'm on Spring Break. I had a lot of homework to catch up for being sick.