Day Ten: I wish I was the one with Amnesia!
"Where's Bebe?" screamed an extremely freaked out Clyde. I mean, what should I expect? Clyde was born to be an overly animated retard. He grabbed Stan's collar and panted, "Everyone's here except her! The barn is cleared out, but there is no sign of Bebe!"
Not even Tweek was freaking out as bad as him. "AHHHHHH! Bebe can't be missing! Argh! I can't handle the pressure, man!"
I spoke too soon.
With a roll of my eyes and a shrug, "Guy's she's probably hanging out with that guy still. You know the one she was like all over last night."
Clyde shoved Stan and I couldn't help but chuckle, "What guy?"
"That cashier guy." said Wendy quietly. She was actually being extremely, awkwardly, unusually quiet and… nervous? Yeah nervous. I don't know what she has to be nervous about but she definitely is.
She sat down beside me on the couch and held her knees to her chest, see that's clear proof that she is uncomfortable about something. I'll have to talk to her about it later, I know me and her don't really get along but everyone else is to stupid to tell when someone is upset. Plus, if she's upset about Stan then I might be able to help.
"What cashier guy?" Clyde pouted with his arms crossed, "We can't just trust random guys with our girls! Guy's are weird."
"Not all guy's are weird, Clyde." I said casually.
He scoffed, "Are you high? I'm a guy and I'm freakin' weird!" he flailed his arms for emphasis, which just makes him look stupider than normal. Oh well, he's weird in a good way, I guess.
"Clyde, she's fine. You know her, she's very…" Wendy paused mid-sentence and bit her lip, "…Flirtatious."
"It's her thing." Craig nodded as he attempted to calm a jittering Tweek. The usual.
"Found 'er." Christophe had Bebe flung over one shoulder while smoking a cigarette in his free hand. "She waz een a closet."
He laid her down on a bed and walked away uninterested. I smiled at him and he barely gave me a passing glance. The fuck is his problem lately?
"Dude, she has a huge bruise!" shouted Cartman.
Clyde shrieked and ran to her side, "Holy shit, man!"
I walked over to examine the wound as well. My god… someone must've punched her, or maybe she fell? Either way that is one serious hit to the head.
"Wake up, Bebe! Wake up!" Clyde started shaking her viciously. "She's not waking up!"
"She's in a coma! Nngh!"
Cartman rolled his eyes, managed to trip Clyde and throw his drink on the sleeping Bebe, "That's cold!"
"She's up." he said casually.
"That was incredibly rude." Bebe wiped the substance from her face and rolled her eyes. "It's Cartman what did you expect? He's not some shining night that's going to place a kiss on your lips."
"Why would she want his nasty lips near hers anyways." Clyde gagged and chuckled.
Bebe stood up and looked around confused, "Who are you?"
Clyde stopped laughing and looked at her puzzled, "What? I'm Clyde."
"Clyde? Nice to meet you but how did I get here?" she stared at everyone and started to back away.
"Bebe, what are you talking about?" I asked.
She rubbed her head, "Who's Bebe?"
"That's you." Said Craig as he flipped her off, he gets annoyed far too easily.
"I don't remember…" she gulped nervously, "Anything. I don't know you guys or who I am. I don't have any idea where I am and honestly it's freaking me out!"
"Well let me sum it up for you. You're Bebe: an extremely promiscuous girl that wears way too much make up and depends on her boobs to get her whatever she wants. You're also considered the hottest girl in South Park, but that's not saying much considering the town is full of crack whores-"
"Like your mom." me and Craig said in unison.
"Ay! Don't talk about my mom like that you dirty Jew and emotionless dickhole!" Cartman snarled and continued informing Bebe about herself, "To put it simply you are a low-class hick from South Park that tends to whore around for fun."
She sighed and looked at the floor, "I sound trashy."
"You are."
I slapped the fatass's arm and turned to Bebe, "He's just a douche. Bebe you are a flirtatious girl, you know you love boys! That's why you don't have many female friends because you get along with guys.""Yeah, we're all here because you invited us to spend the summer with you on your RV." Craig elaborated.
Tweek nodded, "You're my -nngh- drinking buddy!"
"I'm your friend with benefits!" added Clyde happily.
As he went to hug her she pushed away, "Don't touch me! I'm not some whore! I don't have friends with benefits! I don't just drink to get twisted! I am classy!"
Cartman burst into laughter, "Sure, keep telling yourself that!"
Craig flipped him off and examined Bebe, "So you don't remember anything?"
"Nothing…"
"Well I know you don't remember anything, but you owe me twenty bucks." Craig smirked like the asshole he is.
"Shut up, Craig." spat Clyde harshly.
Wendy finally spoke up, she's been surprisingly quiet considering we found out her best friend has amnesia, "Christophe, start driving to the hospital. I'll get her checked in and we can see if this is permanent damage."
"Permanent damage!" shouted Tweek. Him and Clyde latched onto each other and both were on the verge of tears.
Cartman eyed Wendy, "Someone's holding up pretty well considering their bestie might never remember all their girl times."
She took a deep breath and glared at the fat son of a bitch, "Bebe's my best friend therefore I don't want to think about losing her. Make one cruel comment and I'll kick you so far up the ass-"
I cut her off, "Wendy go make sure Christophe is going the right way!"
A few hours later I was standing outside of the hospital. I can't stand the smell of them, it smells like death and disease. It unsettles me.
I sat down on the curb quietly until Wendy came out. She seemed a little edgy, "Hey, Wendy."
"Oh my god, Kyle, you gave me a heart attack!" she's already gonna start bitchin'…Be nice, Kyle, she's going through a rough patch.
"Sorry. So how's Bebe doing? Is it permanent?" I questioned.
She sat down beside me and shrugged, "I don't know, I just came out for some fresh air. Cartman's stinking up the joint. He had a burrito…"
I let out a chuckle, "That's cute."
"Tell me about it." there was a long silence until she started speaking again, "So I have a question."
"Alright, what is it?"
"How did you know you were gay?"
I blinked a few times, "I don't know. I know you might not like it but my first love was Stan."
She smiled back at me gently, "I understand. He's truly a great guy. He's loving and caring and always trying to please others. He was my first love too."
"Yeah." I smiled back.
Her smile faded a bit and she started to look upset again, "But how did you know you loved him?"
"Stan and me just had so much in common, that might be why I fell in love with him. I know that sounds stupid but when you spend so much time with one person and learn everything about them it's hard not to feel connected. I know all of Stan's secrets, his wishes, what he dreams about, I know everything about his past. I know what he likes, what he hates, who he hates and I just know him. We may not agree on everything but that's okay because our little disagreements always end up entertaining."
"Yeah but just because you know someone so well doesn't mean you have to fall for them. I mean even if I knew everything about Craig or Cartman I still would never ever end up with one of them. They're mean, so I wouldn't feel connected."
"True. Maybe it's because me and Stan can communicate without saying a word. He's one of those people I can just stare at and know what he's thinking. We're best friends."
"Best friends don't always fall in love."
"Not always, but in most cases after becoming so close to one person you can't help it, you fall in love."
"I see…" she started acting nervous again, "I think I love my best friend…"
"Bebe?"
"She kissed me at the party." I think she's blushing. That's nice. Now I don't have to compete with her to have Stan, though I am currently with Christophe… well not really, I mean it is a free for all. I'm confusing myself.
"Don't be afraid to go after her then."
"Thanks…I won't, if she makes it out okay."
"She'll be fine." I assured her.
10:00 PM…
"Alright, so since we managed to drive to Jersey, I say we go party like they do on Jersey shore!" Kenny grinned happily.
"Bebe can't party! She lost her memory, dude!" shouted Clyde. Him and Wendy were still trying to get her to remember things.
"Doezn't mean we can't party." Christophe grinned.
"I'll stay here with Bebe, maybe I can get her to remember us." Wendy didn't take her eyes off Bebe.
"Alright, cool, let's go!" said Kenny eagerly. What an asshole, so uncaring.
At the club…
"It's a Jersey thing." said the bar tender. She, like many of the others, had spray tanned orange oompa-loompa skin and overly volumized hair. How do they find that attractive?
"Yeah, I'm from Jersey." I replied with a smile. Use your manners, Kyle, these are your people…sort of…
"Aw, for real! That's awesome, darlin'. You don't have the accent, do you?"
"No, but I have the temper." I scratched the back of my head and smiled goofily.
"Ha! I feel you on that one!" she giggled.
"Well thanks for the drink."
"It's on the house." she gave me a wink, Jersey girls are actually pretty scary when they try to be cute…awkward.
"Yeah…"
I made my way through the crowd and saw a few members of the gang acting obnoxiously. Craig was being Tweek's drinking partner tonight since Bebe wasn't here. Craig's not usually a heavy drinker, so I'm going to guess he's going to end up sick tonight. Stan can probably take care of him again.
I chuckled to myself, as if on cue I saw Stan approaching me. "Kyle! Dude, Jersey people can party!"
He had to scream over the music, "Yeah, they gave me a free drink!"
"Awesome! Let's dance, man!"
After grinding around on the dance floor with Stan and Kenny, I decided to go to the bathroom. Alcohol goes straight through me.
On my way I saw Christophe, "Hey."
He turned to me, "W'at?"
"Just saying hi."
He didn't even flash a smirk, he's becoming as boring as Craig, "Yeah, w'at do you want?"
I ruffled my brow a bit, "Why are you being rude?" I asked sternly.
He scoffed, "Don't get your pantiez een a knot."
"The fuck? You're being a serious douche bag, you're more Jersey than I am." I hissed angrily.
"W'atever." he shrugged and searched his pocket for a cigarette.
The minute he put the cancer-stick to his lips I snatched it and tossed it on the ground, "Don't act like you're too cool for me all of a sudden."
"Don't touch my ceegarettez." He stepped closer to intimidate me.
"What are you going to do? Hit me? Really? Dude, we have a thing and you're acting like we don't."
"We don't."
I stared at him blankly for a moment, he said that so seriously. What does he mean by that? We had sex. Is that all he wanted? Why does this keep happening to me? Why does everyone regret doing it with me?
"Are you fucking shitting me?"
"Zorry, Jew. I've been fuckeeng ozer people." he spat so carelessly.
I felt myself twitch a bit with either anxiety or anger. Something in me isn't feeling right. I grabbed my hair and shook my head, "Are. You. Serious?"
He looked at me strangely, "W'at are you doeeng-"
"You fucking kidding me? You fucking kidding me, right? Right? God fucking dammit! You dirty fucking hamster. You're a piece of trash, you're nothing but fucking garbage!" I shoved him and managed to catch a few people's attention.
"Kyle?" said Stan from a distance, "Kyle!"
"Shit, he's going Jersey!" Kenny yelled behind Stan.
I glared at Christophe and before I knew it I threw a sharp punch to this jaw. It kind of hurt my hand, but I liked it. "Ze fuck!"
"Kyle!" Stan held me back.
"Nah fucking put him on the curb, cause he's garbage. Dude, he garbage. Fuck him and his nasty ass." I shoved Stan off me and lounged at him again.
Christophe backed away and his eyes widened, "W'at eez wrong wit 'im?"
"I'll fucking go crazy! Don't just smoosh people and not tell me! What the fuck, man. I thought we were bros and you fucking go behind my back and fuck other bitches!" I screamed and now their was a crowd of Jersey people cheering me on.
"Kill the bitch!"
"What a fucking whore bag!"
"Douche bag!"
"Beat the fuck out of him!"
"What classy people…" muttered Kenny. Like he should fucking be talking!
"You're a hoe. A goddamn good for nothing hoe! Go fuck your whore." with one last kick, I kicked him where the sun don't shine. Then stormed away.
What'd I say about my Jersey temper? I bet tomorro I'm going to wish I had amnesia, that way I wouldn't remember me making a fool of myself...
I know it was a quick chapter…sorry :/