STAN'S POV

Do not ask me how I ended up in Cartman's truck again, but I'm here. Something is clanking in the back and giving me a headache.

"Cartman," Kenny says, "When are you gonna get this piece of shit fixed?"

"What did I say about rippin on the truck?"

Kenny looks at me and shrugs. I ignore him and turn to Kyle, who is staring out the window. I was insanely surprised to hear that Red didn't get back with him. He's even worse than he was when she first broke up with him. My phone rings loudly in my pocket. I look at it and grimace at the caller id. Wendy.

"What's with the frown?" Kenny asks.

I show him the screen. "It's Wendy."

"Tell that bitch to fuck off!" Cartman shouts from the front seat.

I sigh and stuff the phone into my pocket. "She probably wants to get back together."

"You're not going to, are you?" Kenny says.

I shake my head. "No. She's gotten me for the last time."

"Hell yeah she has," Cartman mutters just as the truck splutters loudly. "What the-?"

"Aw shit…" Kenny says, leaning his head back against the seat.

Even Kyle begins to look around the truck as the strange noises continue and Cartman is forced to pull off the road. "Great, fat ass, now your truck's dead."

"I can fix it, I just gotta restart it!" Cartman argued, turning his key in the ignition. We wait impatiently as he turns the key and it doesn't work. "Damn it… one sec…" He whacks the steering wheel, making the horn go off and people stare at us.

"Well, I'm out of here," Kenny says, opening his door and jumping out, me and Kyle following close behind. Kenny looks at his watch. "Okay, so it's… 8:30. We won't make it to school on time. Let's ditch."

I shrug and look at Kyle to hear his loud outburst of disagreement. None comes. "I'm fine with it, even though if we had a perfect attendance record this would completely ruin it." No response. "And we may miss lots of projects or exams that are worth a lot of points for our grade." Nothing. Damn, he's really down in the dumps.

Kenny looks at me strangely and then claps his hands. "Well, Eric, the boys and I are going to my house. You coming?"

"Yeah…" Cartman says, giving up the feeble attempt at making his car work. He grabs a can of spray paint he carries around in his pocket and writes 'FOR SALE' in big letters across the windshield.

"Cartman?" Kenny asks.

"Mm?"

He clears his throat. "Why do you carry spray paint in your back pocket?"

"Well, you know, in case I get a random urge to graffiti something." He shrugs and begins the walk to Kenny's house. We follow him slowly as another car pulls up next to us and a female voice shouts

"Do you guys need a ride?"

I look up to see curly blonde hair above round green eyes. Bebe. "Er…" I stutter intelligently.

Cartman rolls his eyes. "You've only got one other seat in your car, bitch."

She blushes but is able to glare at Cartman. "What's up your ass? Did your mom sleep with another therapist who wants to get you help?"

"That only happened one fucking time!" he retorts, and I laugh, causing him to glare at me.

Then I realize something. I want to get in that car. Sure, it means I have to go to school, but it'll be worth it. I turn to Kenny, who's shouting to her.

"It's okay, Baybay, we're skipping!"

"Actually…" I cut in, "I don't want to skip. I think I should go to school."

"Huh?" The other three say at once.

I shrug, coming up with excuses quickly. "Well, I missed enough school when Wendy… when I was kinda down. Can I ride with you, Bebe?"

She nods with a huge smile crossing over her face, and I climb into the car. She quickly drives away, leaving Kyle, Cartman, and Kenny staring awestruck behind us.

"So… Stan… how'd things go with Red the other day?"

"Huh?" I ask, noticing that my arm is close to hers, and it's really hot in her car.

She blinks. "You know, Kyle and Red? Getting back together?"

Oh. Why does she want to talk about that? Why does that irritate me? "Oh. Well, it didn't happen."

This time it's her that says "huh?"

"She didn't want to "let him take the risk" in her own words," I say.

She looks slightly down. "Aw, poor Kyle. Is he okay?"

"Yes," I reply shortly, wanting to steer the conversation to something else.

She doesn't notice my short reply. "God, Red's not usually this stubborn. I mean, I guess she is sometimes, but she's just kinda hardheaded, you know?"

"Yes," I say in the same flat tone.

"When my boyfriend dumped me, I was devastated. But it was all better when my friend comforted me. Are you comforting Kyle?"

"Yes." I wonder if she notices that my voice is becoming harsher.

"That's good. It can be really terrible for someone…"

"Bebe, can we please talk about something else?" I ask exasperatedly.

She seems confused. "Why? You should understand how awful…"

"I do understand! In case you haven't noticed, I just went through the same fucking thing!"

"And Kyle was there for you," she says quietly, her eyes staying focused on the road.

Anger rises in my chest. What is this a guilt trip? Well it sure as hell isn't working. "No he didn't! He called me a pussy and left!"

"He did something you haven't done," she says, her voice sounding slightly pissed.

"What?" I challenge.

"He tried."

I feel my stomach drop slightly. I'd tried too, hadn't I? Let's see, when Kyle had told me it was final, what had I done?

"That sucks Ky. I really thought she'd come back. Then again, I thought Wendy'd come back too. Would you believe what happened the other day…?"

That whole conversation had been about me. Yeah, well Kyle could be selfish too! What had he said when Wendy first dumped me?

"Shit, Stan, I'm so sorry! Don't worry; she wasn't the right girl for you, anyway. You'll want someone who is loyal and kind. Someone who'll…"

Jesus, that was all about me too! God, I'm such an ass sometimes. I tell this to Bebe.

"You aren't an ass."

I roll my eyes; she's only trying to make me feel better. "Yeah I am. I'm a conceited selfish disloyal ass."

"You know what an ass is, Stan?" she asks me seriously.

Well, I could come up with some funny answers for that one, but I stick with "No, what?"

"An ass is someone who gets kicks out of hurting people. Someone who doesn't realize that being selfish or evil is wrong. Now, you know you screwed up with him, right?"

"Yeah, I screwed up big time."

"Then you're not an ass," she says simply, and I stare at her. Her logic and her way to make me feel better are amazing. My stomach rises from the plummet it took earlier, but it goes higher than its normal area. What the fuck is going on with me today?

Another long wait I forced you to endure. Sorry. But I hope you liked this chapter. I wanted all characters to have a fault. Kyle's was calling Stan a pussy, Kenny's was being nosy, and now Stan's is being selfish. I just like character development shit, what can I say?

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