Day Eleven: Remember me, Bebe!

"I'm just saying that after the first day she should remember!" I said to Wendy who was occupied shoving a pole up her ass instead of listening to my perfectly reasonable explanation. "It's been a day and she hardly remembers her name, so we should bring up some memories to restore that empty head of hers!" I tapped on it gently and Bebe huffed.

I don't like this Bebe, she's all stuck up and totally unlike the normal, slutty Bebe that we love so much! "Well she's not going to remember if you bring up insignificant memories!" the bitch barked back at me.

I rolled my eyes, "You don't know how special our night in the bathroom stall at Taco bell was!"

"Taco bell? Where was I?" asked Clyde and I couldn't help but smirk at his utter stupidity.

"Probably stuffing your face, fatass." muttered Token as he flickered through the television channels and occupied the sofa.

"I heard someone say 'fatass' should I get Cartman? Are you looking for him?" asked Stan as he exited the bathroom with only a towel around his waist.

Mmm, mm, mm, what I would do to see under that piece of cloth.

"Point is, we need to let Bebe know she isn't you. She's Bebe."

"Bebe eez ze synonym for a salope." added Christophe as he revved the engine, he's probably not used to Wendy ignoring his insane driving skills. He probably needs a dose of Wendy's nagging, it's honestly quite fun to watch the girl get worked up over the simplest of things.

"A salope is a slut, just to inform you." said Stan, I bet you Kyle called him that while they were in bed together.

I chuckled a bit at my own thoughts.

Oh shit Wendy's ready to blow a fuse! Girls are only useful when blowing a dick, not a fuse! Quick, gotta think, gotta think. How do you paraphrase the word slut? Oh, I got it, "Bebe's a fun, outgoing girl. She loves parties and drinking and finds pleasure in many things. From simple things to sexual things."

Bebe looked lost, "Stop it. I just need time to think…remember."

"The longest case of true amnesia has only lasted forty-eight hours. If she doesn't remember by tonight, then she's pretty fucked." said Kyle, how does he know that anyways? He's like a encyclopedia, no! He's a computer robot!

"Can I take a walk?" she asked, "Fresh air might help me remember, you know?"

Stan shook his head, "We can't let a clueless chick walk around by herself."

"I'll walk with her!" I grinned and took her by the hand, which normally wasn't a bother to her, but this time she pulled away and gave me a threatening glare. "What's your problem, Princess?"

"Don't touch me. Okay." she ordered and walked out of the RV.

I scratched the back of my head and moaned, "Now I'm kind of regretting the idea of walking with the new stuck up hoe. Lame."

Wendy grabbed my wrist and gave me a pleading look, "Be nice. We want the old Bebe back, but it might take time. She remembered a few things about her childhood when we were talking last night. She doesn't remember everything yet but I have faith that she will."

"Don't get sentimental on me." I laughed to lighten the mood.

Instead of nagging at me, Wendy simply frowned. "Kenny, I want her to remember."

"Come on, pervert!" Bebe yelled from outside the bus.

I rolled my eyes and met up with the bossy queen. I didn't even know Bebe was capable of acting like a Wendy, she's just too nice to be a whiny little bitch. Maybe, I'm just upset because I can't get into a prude bitches pants.

I put my arm around her and gave her a shit-eating grin, "Well, sweetheart, where to?"

"The freaky French boy told me he parked close to a park, let's take a walk and maybe I'll remember something." she shoved me off her, "Don't touch me."

"Whatever, just so you know you were never prude." I spat at her harshly. I have no patience, I know, I know.

"So was I just some stupid slut?" she asked almost heartbroken.

My eyes widened as water filled hers, "No! It's just, you liked guys!"

"Oh."

"Maybe I can just list everything I know about you, maybe you'll remember."

She crossed her arms uncomfortably and didn't make eye contact with me, "I don't want you to list every sexual encounter we've had. That'll make me not want to remember."

"Alright, well I'll just list little things." I paused and nudged her so she'd look at me, "Baby steps."

She stared at me for a few moments and nodded, "Speak."

"Demanding." I muttered and thought for a moment, "You love make up! Whenever you're with Butters you have to paint his face with all the girly junk."

"Butters is the blonde, timid boy right?"

"Yeah! Me and him have this sort of relationship, I guess. So whenever you put make up on him and do his hair, I get so turned on." I winked at her and she actually smiled back.

"That's so disgusting. Though, I guess doing make up and hair would be fun." she nodded, "But most girls like that."

"Well back in middle school was when me and you actually started talking. We used to have sleepovers."

"I said nothing sexual!" she scolded angrily.

"No, no, no. We were like best friends. You were fighting with the girls because you developed way quicker than them and they called you a slut for no reason. Same thing happened in elementary school."

"How judgmental!"

"Yeah, but one day I saw you crying on the curb and decided to go talk to you. In all honesty I heard rumors that you were a slut, so I thought I could get with you if I talked to you." I rubbed my neck and smiled, "You know, I've always been a perverted guy and your hot, so yeah."

"Well, what happened when we talked?"

Flashback…

Kenny paused when he heard sniffles and whines. He continued walking towards the moans and cries and was shocked to see none other than the peppy, blonde from his class sitting on the curb bawling her eyes out.

He thought for a moment and remembered how Wendy said she wasn't friends with Bebe anymore because she became a whore. Whore's are easy to get with. Instantly Kenny thought about boobs and finally losing his virginity.

He felt a shit eating grin form on his face as he approached the depressed girl, "What the hell's wrong with you?" not the most sincere attitude.

"Get the fuck away from me." she hid her face away from him. She didn't want his pity.

He sat beside her even though she didn't really invite him to listen, "Doesn't crying give you premature wrinkles or some shit."

"I said go away!"

"I'm trying to be helpful here."

"You're doing a shitty job, asshole."

There was a long pause and Kenny was going to just leave because he didn't want to console the bitchy girl. She obviously didn't want to talk to him anyways, but before he got up to leave he muttered one last thing. "Pretty girls shouldn't cry."

It was almost inaudible due to his hood and the whispering tone. Bebe heard it though, "Wait!" Kenny stopped immediately and quirked a brow, "You think I'm pretty?"

"Yeah."

"Is it because I have boobs?" she looked at the ground nervously.

"I like your hair. It's messy."

She shrugged, "I've never even seen your hair."

He shrugged too, "I'll show you some time.""I thought you only take your hood off when your around your close friends."

"We could be friends."

"Thanks, Kenny."

End Flashback…

"That simple?"

"That simple."

"Wow. That was really nice of you." She blushed a bit. "We had sleepovers?"

"Yeah you'd sneak over my house and we'd just talk all night. Then we'd go to school and fail our tests. Sorry to say but you're not that smart."

She shrugged, "Yeah Wendy told me I struggle with school."

"We skip class a lot to smoke." we finally got to the park and started to stroll along the path, "But we had to steal the cigarettes from Craig."

"Which one is he?"

"Kid that wears the chullo, no emotion."

"Right."

We walked in silence for a few moments until she spoke again, "Name ten unique things about me."

I was caught a bit off guard. I mean I don't know everything about Bebe, we're close but I never really listen to girls when they talk. We have to remember I'm totally sexist. "You never told anybody else but me this." I paused because I'm not supposed to repeat this to anyone. I mean I know she's the one that told me, but…I don't know. "You went to therapy every Saturday because your mom caught you cut yourself one time."

"I was emo?"

"You were sad."

"I told you that? I actually trusted you more than like Wendy?"

"Well I was struggling with depression from home life, so you just trusted me with that."

"What else do you know about me?"

"You would wash your belly button intensely because you said sweat collected in it." I gagged at the thought.

"Ew!"

"That's you, not me!"

We shared a laugh and she pushed me gently, "Alright, don't tell me anything unique. It's weird."

I nodded, "You're a pretty weird chick."

"As far as I remember you're a freaky pervert."

"Got that right, babe!"

Another laugh escaped her lips and she smiled at me, "So am I friends with everyone on the bus?"

"Yeah. You get along with guys more than you get along with girls." I explained casually.

She sighed and looked at the ground awkwardly, "So I really am a whore?.."

"You're perfect." I grabbed her hand and interlocked our fingers.

She hesitated and I could tell she stiffened her posture. Something is so off about her, I mean I know she lost her memory, but even the faintest touch practically scares her. "I'm not going to hurt you. We've held hands before."

"I know…" she stared at our conjoined hands and then stared at me, "I remember the first time I held your hand."

Flashback…

"Hey, Bebe!" shouted an overly enthusiastic boy.

Bebe focused on her pocket mirror as she adjusted her hair. "What, Ken? I'm kind of bus-AH!"

He grabbed her arm forcefully and started dragging her away. "I have to show you something important!"

"I'm wearing heels! Stop running, idiot!" she pouted, "And loosen your grip!"

He ignored her complaints and continued at his fast pace. About five minutes of running and Bebe was out of breath. Thankfully they arrived at his house. "Wait here." he ordered.

She rolled her eyes and fixed her hair the best she could. She managed to lose her compact while being dragged, "Whatever!"

Moments later Kenny returned from his back yard with a bundle of fireworks, "I snagged these from Stan's uncle!"

Bebe's eyes brightened, "Dude, that's awesome!"

"Right! We can set them off tonight!"

"Alright!" she giggled.

Later that night…

"Let's shoot the fire!" she shouted eagerly.

Little did she know Kenny didn't know how to light a firework properly. "Mother fucker! Stupid son of a goddamn whore! Fucking-cunt-shit-dickhole! Fuck me in the ass with a rigid fork!" he shouted in pain.

Bebe gasped in horror when she saw the bloody hand, "Jesus, Ken!"

"Fuck, fuck, fuck! Don't tell my parents! They'll go rip-shit!" he whined as he winced in pain. Though he could handle pain better than most eighth graders.

Bebe gulped nervously, "What do I do?"

"I don't know! I can't go to the hospital they'll call my parents- fuck it hurts!"

Without a second thought she ripped her shirt and wrapped the fabric around his gushing hand, "Hold this on it. I bet Token will let his nurse look at it. He won't tell anyone."

When her eyes met his she realized he was smiling, along with a faint blush. She quirked a brow in confusion, what could he be smiling about? Then she noticed she was holding his unharmed hand, "Uh…" she blushed, "You okay?"

"Yeah, I'll be fine." he gripped her hand tighter, "Thanks."

"N-no problem." she stuttered a bit and smiled brightly, "At least you didn't die."

"Dying isn't such a big deal." he shrugged trying to seem cool.

"But you can't see me when your dead and buried six feet under."

"You'd be surprised at how much I watch you."

"You better not watch me change or take showers, perv!"

End Flashback

"I remember that." she looked up at me and gave a genuine smile, "I really remember that, like perfectly."

"See, you like the pervy me!"

She rolled her eyes, "Puh-leeze! You can be a totally gross jerk!"

"Someone needs to get the pole out of her ass!" I grabbed her cheeks and pulled her in quickly. It was about five seconds of pure…sloppy bliss! I enjoyed the feeling of us swapping spit. Sexy. "I've been waiting to do that all day!"

Bebe's face went blank and I got kind of nervous. Maybe it wasn't a good idea to kiss a mentally confused girl. Maybe she really doesn't remember me too well…Maybe I just fucked her up worse! Oh shit! Wendy is going to be the shit out of me like a piñata. Not good.

She looked up at me with startled eyes. I'm seriously freaking out! Like what if I just traumatized her and now she'll never remember anything? That's so messed up!

I leaned towards her and grabbed her shoulder, "Bebe? You okay?"

She swatted my hand, "Don't."

I blinked confused, "Bebe…"

Before I could even comprehend what was happening she was bawling her eyes out. Seriously, it's a bit awkward. Then she grabbed my hoodie and buried her face in my chest, "Kenny…" I continued to look around uncomfortably. I'm not a very good comforter. I'm not good with tears and crying.

"What's wrong?" I asked confused.

"I rememer…I-I r-remember…everything! I! I remember it all!" she sniffled and choked on her words due to the hysterical sobs. "I kissed Wendy!"

"That's not something to cry about." I patted her hair, "She won't hold a grudge. You might even be able to have a little lesbian fling." I suggested trying to be helpful but she cried harder.

"She left…she left m-me at the party!" she used my shirt as a tissue. Not cute. "Th-then that guy- he! That douche bag!"

"Craig?" I questioned.

"NO! Th-that guy. The convenience guy! He-he raped me!"

My eyes widened in shock and before I could even allow my brain to understand what she was saying. I got angry.

In case your confused as to why she recollected everything, it's because when Kenny kissed her it instantly reminded her of her and Wendy's kiss. Which brought back the memory of the whole night.

I know...NOT A FUNNY CHAPTER! DON'T HATE ME! I'll try and make the next chapter extra funny. But I wanted to develope a connection between Bebe and Kenny...I like Benny xD

Plus maybe in a later chapter we'll see our guy's go badass on Mr. Rapist ;D