AN: I know I haven't updated in months. I know I'm hardly ever on FanFiction anymore. But seriously, my computer is STILL broken. I'm using a different one to write this, and it doesn't have spell check so hopefully my editor and I will be able to catch any drastic grammar issues. =P And if you are STILL reading this, I love you xD

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Bebe's bright blue eyes looked excruciatingly dull as she stared directly into Kyle's. She suddenly felt a thousand years too old; she was sick and tired of Clyde. Everything about him disgusted her now. Maybe I really could just ignore the doorbell, she thought. She shifted her gaze back outside the window, glaring at Clyde through the glass. He was just standing there, hands in his pockets, with that same smug expression that he always wore. How she loathed that aspect of him. He always looked like he thought he was the coolest kid and everybody loved him. Which, most girls did love him, but they didn't really know him. Bebe didn't believe anybody could ever love Clyde after they really got to understand the way he functioned. She sighed, turned around and was about to go see what he wanted, but then she met Kyle's gaze.

His eyes expressed the utmost detestation Bebe had seen in a long time; they were no longer the kind jade orbs she loved. He glared in fury at the window as he moved closer to it as if in need to see that Clyde was there for himself. Kyle then turned around briskly and put his hands on Bebe's shoulders, some of the regular affection returning to his eyes.

"I'm going to go downstairs instead of you. I'll make him go away," he whispered. Bebe's eyes filled with silent tears threatening to overflow. "I don't know how much more of this you can take," Kyle murmured, gently wiping one tear away with his thumb. "I'll make him go away, Bebe, and I just want you to stay up here and wait for me to come back. I don't want you seeing him anymore than you have to." Bebe then gave a small, somewhat sad smile in thanks and dismissal. Kyle gave her one last squeeze on the shoulders and then walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.

Bebe was left alone in her room, staring at the door even after Kyle had shut it. All she could do was unseeingly gaze ahead of herself, lost in her own thoughts. Why does he do this for me? she wondered. Why is he so nice to me? I have too many problems, and he is turning them into complications of his own. She then tore her eyes away from the door and sat down gently on her fluffy pink bed. He's too good for me...

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Kyle had shut the door quietly behind him before he walked down the small hallway to approach the stairs. He stepped down them one by one and started toward the front door where Clyde stood just beyond. Several emotions played through his head as he made his final steps toward the door: Anger, hate, pain, and determination. The anger and hate was directed at Clyde; he did this to Bebe. It was all his fault. All of it. The pain inflicted in his heart was for Bebe; he suddenly felt a stronger connection to her now more than ever. Her pain was his pain, her joy was his joy. And right now she was in excruciating pain, although she may not let him see it. He was also determined to get Clyde away from her once and for all. He didn't know if this would be easy or difficult, but he knew that he would get him away from her. As he made a grab for the brass doorknob, he noticed a note taped to the door. It read:

Bebe and Kyle,

I've gone to the mall with some friends. I'll be back in a few hours. Call if need be.

Kyle grinned in grim satisfaction. "Just my luck," he whispered aloud. If yelling ensued, Ms Stevens wouldn't be here to break it up. Normally he would like an adult present, but he needed to get his point across to Clyde, and if he had to scream so loud that the heavens would hear him, by God he would do it. With that last thought in mind, he turned the knob and opened the door to reveal the figure waiting behind it.

Clyde had his normal bedhead look and an ACDC band t-shirt on with dark blue jeans. He turned his attention from the ground to Kyle, and his emotionless, depthless brown eyes met his fierce look. Kyle could have sworn he saw Clyde's eyes widen in surprise for a split second, but he kept his cool.

"Hey, dude, what's up?" Clyde asked coolly.

Kyle was even more enraged with Clyde's laid-back attitude.

"Clyde, Bebe doesn't want you here, nor do I think she wants to see your face ever again. Ever,"Kyle stated, trying to meet Clyde's eyes as if to inscribe that into his head, but he refused to look at him. He wanted to get his point across fast.

"Yeah, sure. But is she here? I need to talk to her."

Clyde could be such an idiot. He never listened to what anybody had to say unless he was interested, and if somebody said something that he didn't want to here, he would completely ignore it. Apparently this was one of those cases; it was as if he hadn't even heard Kyle plainly state that Bebe didn't want to see him.

"Listen, asshole, Bebe doesn't want to see you. Not here, not now, not ever. Go away. You guys are over. You're obviously happy with the other girl that you had been dating while you were already dating Bebe."

Clyde's eyebrows furrowed, and his eyes began to narrow dangerously. He shifted his position so that he was standing erect and met Kyle's gaze easily. His anger seemed to match Kyle's now; instead of the blunt flatness his eyes always portrayed, there was fire.

"Listen, shithead. I don't have time for you're overprotective bitching over Bebe. You're going to let me through this damned door right now." There was venom in his voice that Kyle had never heard before, and it was so strong that it bothered him immensely. Nevertheless, he stood his ground and glared at Clyde dangerously.

"Clyde, I'm serious. Leave us alone."

Clyde rose his eyebrows in surprise. "Us? You're dating now?"

"No, dickhole. But if we were, I know I'd treat her a thousand times better than you did. At least I know how to love," Kyle snapped.

Clyde actually threw his head back and laughed. "You know how to love?! God, you're such a fag! Nobody would ever fuck you, even in your own dreams. I get action pretty much every day. I'm pretty damn good at it, too. Don't tell me that I don't know how to love."

Just when Kyle thought that his frustration level had reached a maximum, it increased. "This is exactly what I'm talking about. Love isn't all about sex. There is a lot more to it. Sex makes up..." Kyle thought for a moment. "Maybe three percent of it. As far as true love goes, anyways."

"Wow, you really are a fag. Why the fuck are we even talking about this? Let me in, Jew." Clyde then proceeded to step through the door, but Kyle was too quick.

"Not on my watch, dickweed," Kyle said, and he slammed the door shut with a satisfyingly loud smack. He could hear muffled "Fuck you!" comments from outside, so as a last move, just to humor himself and to piss Clyde off, his lifted up a curtain from the window, gave Clyde the finger, and then went back upstairs.

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AN: Hah, I don't know if i'll be writing anymore. I actually wrote this forever ago, thinking I'd add more. But nope, I didn't, and I just decided to post it and see if anybody bothered to read it xD Thanks guys :D