AN: I'm a baaaaad person.

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Doorbell

The emerald-eyed boy sat on the side of his bed as he rubbed the blonde girl's back soothingly. Her breathing had reached a slow, even pace, indicating that she was sound asleep. A small smile touched the corners of her mouth as she slept, and she uttered a small sigh in what seemed contentment, which made Kyle chuckle. Bebe seemed so little and innocent to him; too delicate, too breakable. He didn't know what exactly Clyde had said to her, but when she woke up and was ready to talk, he was going to make her spill. The thought made Kyle grin; he knew that she definitely would spill her heart to him. Bebe had always said that Kyle gave the best hugs, and she was a sucker for them. He could get her to tell him anything and everything he wanted.

Even though Kyle had been watching Bebe for almost an hour, he wouldn't leave her side. What is she woke up and needed him? What if she had a frightening dream and needed his immediate aid? All of these minor possibilities seemed insignificant, but Bebe meant the world to him. The pure thought of her being afraid made his skin crawl. He loved her and felt very protective over her. It was like she was his baby sister, even though they were the same age. He didn't know if he would ever actually fall in love with her for real; the thought was weird to him, but not entirely unpleasant. He would just have to wait and see how the cards where dealt.

Bebe suddenly stiffened in her sleep, and her expression became troubled. Kyle watched her with worry in his deep green eyes. His eyebrows pushed together as Bebe started breathing fast and heavy. Should he wake her up? When Bebe started to whimper, Kyle made his decision.

"Bebe," he whispered, shaking her gently.

Bebe sucked in a sharp breath, whispering almost inaudibly, "No, no. Don't do that."

Kyle's expression turned into puzzlement. Was she talking to him or about her dream? He tried again.

"Bebe." Kyle shook her a little more sharply until her clear aqua eyes fluttered open. She looked around the room at first, and then her eyes met his.

"Kyle," she breathed, sitting up for a hug. He hugged her back, breathing in her fresh scent.

"Are you alright?" Kyle asked while releasing her.

"I've been better," Bebe commented, looking down at the rumpled bed sheets.

Kyle lifted her chin up so she met his gaze. "Where you having a dream?"

Bebe sighed. "Yeah, but it was more of a nightmare." She subconsciously fiddled with the sheets on the bed and played with her fishnet top she had worn the previous day. "Could I borrow some clothes?"

"Yeah," Kyle instantly replied. He got up lightly from his bed and went through his drawers, eventually pulling out a baggy green shirt and long, blue mesh shorts. He saw them as comfortable stay-at-home clothes that Bebe wouldn't mind wearing. He walked back over and gave them to her. She replied with a quick "Thanks," and went to change in Kyle's bathroom that was down the hall.

After a quick three minutes or so, Bebe reappeared and then flopped down on Kyle's bed once again.

"Would you like to tell me about that dream of yours?" Kyle asked casually, looking at Bebe, whose face was shoved against the pillows.

She sat up and asked, "Remember the other day when I called you at two in the morning to tell you about some guy in my dreams?"

"How could I forget?"

Bebe shoved him playfully. "I've been having those dreams a lot with the same guy, but I can never remember who he is. Clyde has been in some of the dreams too." She exhaled threw her teeth. "Well, this time Clyde ripped the other boy from my arms and they both sort of just disappeared. I was really upset that you were gone."

Kyle raised his eyebrows. "That I was gone?"

Bebe looked puzzled. "No, that he was gone."

"No, you said 'you' as in me."

Bebe, being her stubborn self, continued to be on the defensive side. "I did not say that! If it was you in my dream, wouldn't I be able to remember?"

Kyle sighed and rolled his eyes. "Regardless, you still said that I was gone." Bebe began to argue back, but before she could say anything, Kyle continued. "Even if it was a mistake, you still said that I was gone."

When Bebe was speechless, Kyle smiled in triumph. "Don't worry about it," he comforted. "It was a simple mistake. You can't win every argument, you know."

Bebe huffed in response. "I'm hungry. Let's eat something."

She was about to get up when Kyle stopped her. "Ah-ah-ah. I want to know more about this dream of yours."

"Blaaaaaaaah."

"That didn't tell me anything."

"It wasn't supposed to."

"Well, tell me more."

"Blaaaah bleeeh blah," Bebe groaned. "I want food."

"Fine, be that way. But if I feed you, will you tell me more about these dreams?"

"Meh. Maybe."

Kyle smiled and began to walk to the door when he heard Bebe groan from behind him. "What is it now?" he asked.

"I don't feel like getting up. Can you bring me breakfast in bed?" she replied while staring blankly at the ceiling.

"I think that if you really want some food, you can get up and come down with me at least." Kyle kept his expression smooth, but on the inside he was joyful. He was extremely glad that Bebe seemed to be back to her normal self.

"I can't. It's physically impossible. My legs don't work anymore. They got broked."

"That's a brilliant use of grammar. Don't you mean they are broken?"

"No. I mean, they got broked."

"Okay, then," Kyle muttered to himself as he went back over to his bed were Bebe lay. He scooped her up in his arms while Bebe flailed around in protest. "It looks like your legs are working perfectly fine to me."

"Nope, they is still broked," Bebe persisted as Kyle carried her down the wooden stairs.

"I can't get over your poor grammar usage."

"My grammar is sexy, just like me."

"I think your grammar is awful."

"Excuse me?"

"You know I'm just playing."

"I thought so."

Kyle walked into the kitchen with Bebe in his arms and saw his mom washing dishes.

"Good afternoon, Kyle," Mrs. Broflovski said. She then looked at Bebe, nodded curtly, and went back to scrubbing the plates. Kyle sighed. His mom never liked any girl that entered his house because she didn't want her only son overcome by love. She wanted him to be protected, and she didn't want him to grow up. However, since Bebe came to Kyle's house very frequently, Mrs. Broflovski learned to deal with her.

Kyle proceeded to the dining room table and set Bebe down in a chair. "What would you like to eat?" he asked.

"Mmm… can I just have some fruit and yogurt or something?" Bebe asked.

"Sure."

Kyle walked back into the kitchen and began cutting up some fruit for him and Bebe to share along with some yogurt.

"Kyle."

He rolled his eyes and grudgingly looked at his mother.

"Kyle, why were you carrying that girl down like you just got married?" Sheila's round face looked extremely serious, and she looked as if she had just swallowed a lemon.

"Mom, it was nothing, she was just tired. And "that girl" has a name. It's Bebe; I thought you ought to have known that by now."

"Don't be fresh with me."

"Okay, Mom," Kyle dismissed as he walked away with fruit and yogurt bowls in hand.

"Yum, that looks delicious!" Bebe exclaimed as Kyle set the bowls down on the table. "It looks all fresh and juicy and….YUM!" she screamed as she popped a tangerine slice into her mouth and the tangy flavor exploded inside. "OH MY GOD THIS IS DELICIOUS!" Bebe shrieked with a mouth full of juicy tangerines.

Kyle chuckled. "Yeah, I think my mom was at the grocery store yesterday and she picked up some really fresh fruit."

"Damn, your mom has good eyes for freshness! This stuff is freakin' amazing!" Bebe squished a grapefruit slice into her mouth as her eyes rolled back into her head in delight.

"Jesus, Bebe. You look like you just had an orgasm," Kyle observed as he chewed on a strawberry chunk.

Bebe mock-punched him on the arm. "Well, I guess this fruit is orgasmic."

Kyle did a face-palm. Bebe was so crazy at times, but that only added to her flamboyant personality.

Kyle rested his chin in his palm as he reached over for a piece of pineapple. The glass bowl was set next to the golden candelabrum that was the centerpiece of his small dinning room table. The blue walls were decorated with family portraits, and there was a hutch standing to the corner of the room that held antique dishes. He then shifted his eyes over to Bebe as he chewed on a crunchy, cold grape.

Bebe's long golden hair had started to wave again, her aqua blue eyes looked slightly bloodshot against her pale skin. Four or five pale freckles dotted the very tops of her high cheekbones on either side of her face and her lips shown with juice from the fruit. She chomped on her food lightly and ate with her fingers, completely ignoring the fork that was set beside her elbow which was perched on the table. She then paused and shifted to meet Kyle's gaze. Her blue eyes were wide and questioning, but she said nothing, simply just staring back into Kyle's emerald orbs. After a minute, she broke the silence.

"…What are you looking at?"

"Nothing," Kyle replied, not bothering to tear his gaze away.

Bebe raised both of her eyebrows and complained, "Then why do you keep looking at me? You're making me feel all self-conscious while I eat!"

"You have really pretty eyes, you know," Kyle said randomly, completely ignoring what Bebe had previously said. It was true thought; despite the semi-bloodshot look they had from just waking up, her eyes where a clear, warm, aqua blue. They gleamed in the artificial light shining down on them from the small light fixture that hung from the ceiling.

"Thank you?" Her thanks sounded more like a question. "You do too," she added as an afterthought.

Kyle grinned with a flash of his white teeth. "Thanks."

Bebe tore her gaze away from Kyle deep eyes and looked around the room awkwardly, fidgeting with the look fabric from her, or rather Kyle's, baggy green shirt.

They finished the rest of the fruit in silence, just staring around in different places of the small room. After Bebe ate the last grape and the bowl was empty, Kyle took it and put it in the sink. He then returned to the dining room where Bebe was sitting, looking down at her hands that were in her lap.

"Hey, do you want me to drive you back to your house so you can get cleaned up and get your girl-clothes and makeup on?" Kyle offered.

At this, Bebe brightened. "Yes, please!"

So, Kyle went and grabbed a paper bag and ran up to his room to dump Bebe's clothes in while she put her coat on downstairs. He tied the top of the bag neatly and ran back down to meet Bebe at the door. He put his arm around her shoulders as the stepped out into the evening of their snowy white world. They rushed in Kyle's worn green hybrid (Kyle like he should show people that it was possible to own a hybrid and not be smug about it, although he did have to endure many rude comments from the hicks of South Park).

In five minutes, Kyle pulled over into the driveway of the red house that was the Steven's residents. As they walked in the door, Mrs. Stevens greeted them both cheerily.

"Good evening, Bebe! Hello, Kyle!"

"Hi, Mrs. Stevens."

"Hey, Mom."

"Bebe, you didn't come home after school today, and I haven't seen or heard from you until now. Have you been with Kyle?" Mrs. Stevens asked.

"Yeah, Mom," Bebe answered. "I went home with Kyle this afternoon and we've just been hanging out around his house."

"Alright, Hun, but please just give me a call next time you decide to do this so I know in advance."

"Okay, Mom."

Kyle smiled at Bebe's mother brightly. He thought she was so nice, and she accepted him so much. She felt like a second mother to him, next to Stan's.

Bebe grabbed Kyle's arm and dragged him up the staircase and into her room. She practically pushed Kyle onto her bed before she ran into her bathroom (which was conveniently attached to her room) muttering something along the lines of "…hate it when people see me without makeup…"

Kyle thought that he might be there for a while, so he laid he head down on Bebe's pink pillowcased-pillow and put his arms behind his neck whilst he spread out on her bed. He closed his eyes and waited for a few minutes in comfort until Bebe came back out with her usual makeup on and non-smudged. She jogged over to her drawers, pulling out a tight blue knit sweater and flare jeans that were light and slightly ripped. Kyle was watching her until she pulled out a lacy pink bra and clean underwear, which he then turned away. He reopened his eyes and saw Bebe stick her tongue out at him before returning to her bathroom.

After ten more minutes, Bebe emerged from her bathroom, hair straight, tight clothes intact, and makeup on.

"Are you feeling a little bit better now?" Kyle asked.

Bebe sighed contently. "Oh my God, yes. It feels so great to be cleaned up." She smiled and her pearly teeth gleamed as she jumped onto the bed, launched Kyle upward about an inch.

"Sorry to kill your buzz, but I still want to know about this dream of yours," Kyle said hesitantly.

Bebe exhaled in a puff. "Well, I was with that awesome guy that I'm in love with in my dream, and nothing is really happening except we are starring into each other like every other dream," she droned in a monotone voice. "Then Clyde came up from behind the guy and started choking him and I was screaming, and then the two of them just sort of disappeared, and then I woke up because you were shaking me. Thank you for that, by the way," she added.

"Do you have these dreams often?" Kyle asked, sounding more like a professor.

"Yeah, every time I go to sleep I've been having them. I think that was my third dream… or maybe it was my fourth…" she said, staring at the walls blankly, deep in thought.

As Kyle was about to ask another question, the doorbell rang. Bebe then jumped up off of her bed and ran to look out her window to see who was on her porch at her door. Her whole body froze, and she turned back around to face Kyle slowly, almost dramatically. Her eyes where wide with what seemed dread and fear.

Kyle already knew who it was, but nevertheless, asked the question. "Who is it, Bebe?"

Bebe's voice was strained and cracked, but in the end she uttered out on word: "Clyde."

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AN: Sorry this was such a long update! I haven't been on fanfiction at all lately because I have been so busy! But hopefully it's calming down and I can write a little bit every night before I go to bed or something. Please review, my lovies! =]]

PS – I had to post this wicked quick, so it went unedited.