A/N: Time for a short chapter of our favorite girlies. Catfight? Who knooowwwss

Enjoy~

Walking through the J-Mart parking lot, Wendy held her hands out to her sides to keep her balance on little patches of ice strewn about. She sighed, blowing a long strand of dark hair out of her eyes. Her heart was pounding excitedly, knowing she finally had the chance to tell Bebe exactly what was going on, to apologize to her. She wasn't stupid. She was stubborn and always would be, but Stan wasn't the only person who could break through that part of her. Bebe had been her best friend for as long as Stan and Kyle had been together. She couldn't imagine her life without the bubbly blonde, figuring to herself that was the most likely reason she wanted to see the boys make amends. She knew how much it hurt to think you'd lost your bestie. Even if the circumstances were quite different from one another, the pain was always guaranteed to be immense.

She finally made her way up to the sliding door, brushing a few sparse snowflakes off her purple beret and looking around the store. Bebe said she was getting food for a party, so her eyes mindlessly drifted until hitting the sign for the snack aisle. She bit her lip and briskly jogged over, her mind wondering just what it was they were going to do. Were they going to run to each other and hug it out as they had so many times before? Or was this going to be another instance where they didn't feel better until they screamed their lungs out and each walked away with good-sized scratches from the opposing girl's acrylics?

She slowed her jog as she heard the distinct voice of Bebe dryly coming from the chip aisle. She peeked her head around, seeing her standing there lecturing Cartman on caloric intake and shaking her head. The blonde knew it was a worthless cause, but she always claimed she just didn't want Cartman to have a heart attack in the middle of class and she'd have to feign sympathy, so she always pointed out his health potentials. Butters was standing next to Cartman, nodding, seeming to take every single drip of syllable from Bebe to heart as he read over nutrition info on the back of a wrapper.

"Oh my god, Stevens, shut up!" Cartman finally broke, rubbing his eyes with his thumb and forefinger tiredly. "Just because you like scrawny little bitches like Kahl it doesn't mean all guys have to fit your preferences, you stuck up bitch."

Bebe pouted, crossing her arms and jutting her hip slightly. "Kyle is not 'scrawny'. He just knows how to eat right, he's lean."

"He's a diabetic piece of shit is what he is," he scoffed. "If you bring fucking veggie trays to a party your ass will be thrown so fast outside you'll think you fuckin' teleported."

Bebe opened her mouth before shutting it slowly. Okay, so he was right. Still though. She just needed a distraction, her mind overrun with worry at this point. So much going on between the boys and Wendy...She sighed. She turned back to the chips and waved Cartman down the way. "You know what tastes better, Fatboy," she muttered, her eyes lingering on different colors, words not making sense. Cartman and Butters looked at each other and shrugged before splitting off to grab different packages while Bebe stood still, tapping her nail on her arm.

Wendy took a deep breath, knowing that the blonde was in a state of zen that she forced herself into whenever she was stressed. And God knew the past few days had been nothing but stress. She stepped out from around the aisle, clearing her throat lightly. Bebe shot her head around, hazel eyes brimming with worry and a flash of anger all at once. "The veggie chips are decent and they're healthy," Wendy said shyly, pointing to a bag beside of her.

Bebe smirked just a teeny bit, "Don't lie, Testaburger. They taste like ass and you know it."

She smiled back and shrugged lightly. "Okay, they're not great, but what do you expect? It's dried fuckin' kale." They both snorted, simultaneously remembering with a shudder their two month experimentation with a full kale diet when it'd become the new fad three years beforehand. The both of them never wanted to touch the stuff again for as long as they lived.

Bebe sighed, looking to see the boys staring at them intriguingly. "You guys keep shopping," she directed. "I'll be back." She turned to Wendy and jerked her head. "C'mon, we don't need Fatass butting in at every turn."

"Ay!" he shouted. Bebe and Wendy chuckled, the blonde taking the lead out of the aisle and back towards the front of the store, out the doors and into the brisk air in silence. They both shivered for a moment, wrapping their coats around themselves and looking at one another expectantly.

"So..." Wendy said awkwardly.

"So," Bebe repeated.

"Do...do you wanna start?" she winced.

Bebe took a deep breath, curling her finger and walking to the side of the building with Wendy in tow. They both took a seat on a small brick wall housing a little garden, dead from the cold and nothing but a tub of dirt. Bebe twisted a loose curl from her bun around her finger and bit her lip. "Wendy...you know what you did was wrong, right?"

She nodded slowly. "Yeah. Yeah I do. But Bebe, you know I wasn't doing it to hurt Kyle. I love Kyle...I just love Stan more."

"I know," she sighed, dropping her hand and tapping her nail on the brick beneath them. "I just don't understand why you love him. C'mon, Wendy, he can be a real douche," she said dryly.

She smirked and nodded again. "Trust me, I know. But...I guess that's why I love him. He can be a complete dick but somehow...he just looks at me and I forgive him," she said dreamily. "I love him despite his flaws...I know he's not perfect. I know he can be a giant fuck-up...but at the end of the day, he still cares. I guess it kind of just keeps drawing me in."

Bebe smiled a bit, putting her chin into her palm and staring out at the parking lot. "Well, it must be nice to feel like that," she said blankly. "I never keep a guy around long enough to know if I feel for them or not."

Wendy's face fell drastically and she bit her lip. "Bebe, I am so sorry for what I said to you about that," she said earnestly. "I was angry and just-"

"I know," she interrupted, waving her off. She looked at Wendy and shrugged a little. "I know you didn't mean it. But you were right."

"No I-"

Bebe stopped her, holding up her hand. "No, you were," she repeated. "I guess that's why I'm so sick of hearing drama about you and Stan...I pick myself up and move on from guys so quickly because they never last. But you and Stan...Jesus that's like, ten years in the making."

She nodded, "Tell me about it. I already feel like we've been married and divorced about six times."

Bebe laughed, though Wendy could tell something about it was killing her. "It was really bitchy of me to call you a rebound. I know you're not and I know you'd never reduce yourself to that, you're too much of a stubborn bitch," she smirked, getting a small hit on the arm from Wendy in return, though the smile creeping up her pink lips was filled with relief. "I'm sorry I didn't think that through when you called," Bebe continued. "Just...Kyle is one of the few guys I trust," she winced. "I know we broke up, but that wasn't either of our faults. And he's always been someone who'll listen when I have a problem, you know? And he gets hurt so rarely..." she trailed off, feeling Wendy's slim hand wrapping around her shoulder.

"You felt the need to defend him," she finished. "I get it. I'm the same way with Stan...Bebe, we can't let these two get in the way of us being friends," she said in a pleading tone that she tried desperately to hide, though she knew full and well Bebe could hear it clear as day.

She looked into her grey eyes curiously, "Are you saying we shouldn't get involved with this?"

She shook her head, "It's way too late for that, besides, I-" she stopped as a small ding erupted from her purse. She sighed, holding up a finger and fishing her phone out, her eyes landing on a message from Stan and her mouth dropping.

"Wendy?" Bebe blinked.

The noirette looked at her, shock whirling in her eyes. "Stan caught Kenny and Kyle messing around."

Her jaw dropped as well, the two of them staring at each other in silence. There were so many ways this could go down. Wendy could easily scream that Bebe was a hypocrite for judging her. Bebe could yell that it was Wendy and Stan's fault that Kyle got pushed to that point. It all came down to whoever was brave enough to speak first.

Bebe grated her lip and sighed, "Goddammit," she shook her head. "I...I'm sorry," she finally admitted, not willing to try to make yet another problem bloom from this disaster. "You were right. Stan and Kyle were broken up, there was no reason to act like you were a goddamn mistress."

Wendy frowned a bit, stroking her thumb over the screen of her phone. "Are...are you saying that because...you mean it or because you don't want Kyle to be the bad guy?"

"No one's the bad guy," she said tiredly. "I guess just dealing with your Stan drama kinda added to my shock and...well you know me when I get angry, I tend to lash out at you," she shrugged sheepishly.

Wendy smiled and nodded, "Well, you know you're in just as much danger when I'm pissy, Stevens." They smiled at each other sadly before her phone began ringing. She looked at Bebe who shrugged. She couldn't exactly stop her. She cleared her throat, answering it on speaker phone, subtly letting Bebe know that she wanted her back in her loop. Bebe couldn't help but feel a large wave of relief flooding into her chest from the action. "Hey, Stan," she said.

"...Wendy?" he said weakly, sounding like he was in tears. The girls looked at each other and blinked.

"Stan, what happened?"

"Wends, I fucked up. I fucked up so bad a-and..." he trailed off, taking a long and shuddery breath. "Wendy, I told Kyle the truth."

Bebe raised her brow and Wendy's heart sunk with worry. Oh no. "What truth? Stan what did you tell him?"

A lengthy bout of dead air filled the space before he meekly replied, "I told him I didn't love him."

The girls' jaws dropped, Bebe's hand slapping over her mouth in horror. Wendy was shaking, filled with guilt, rage, sadness, just everything that she could possibly feel in that moment. "Stan...Stan why would you do that?!" she cried out.

"Because I thought it'd make it easier for him!" he insisted. "I-I thought...he'd just say 'fine, fuck you' or at least appreciate the honesty for once! But I said some really awful stuff to him because I lost control seeing him and Ken together and I just...I don't know what to do."

"Jesus Christ!" Bebe exclaimed, raking her fingers through her hair.

"...Bebe?" Stan asked. "Hey, you two are talking again? That's good," he said weakly, obviously embarrassed that this was not a private conversation as he believed it would be.

"Stan, forget about that," Wendy shot him down. "You chose the wrong thing to be honest about!"

"I know, I know," he said miserably, the both of them practically hearing him pinching the bridge of his nose. "I don't know how to fix it."

Bebe took a breath, her mind filled with anxiety and worry. "We'll think of something," she said softly, trying to repress the rage growing inside of her once more. Her and Wendy shared a concerned look, neither of them knowing quite how to approach it all.

"Stan...I'll call you back. Bebe and I will think of something, just hang on," Wendy said, hanging up the phone and slamming it onto her thigh. "I never thought he'd do that," she said honestly, looking up at Bebe and nearly drowning in an aura of guilt for being the one to put the thought in Stan's mind. "I never ever thought he'd be so fucking stupid."

"And I never thought Kyle would go for Kenny so soon like that," she said blankly. She laughed humorlessly, shaking her head. "Man, we like to pick the stupid ones, don't we?" Wendy chuckled, nodding along. They both heaved a deep sigh, their own issues with each other vanishing as they took their usual thinking positions, leaning their shoulders and heads against one another. They both found comfort in it, knowing that the other was now looking from the other side in, seeing something was awry with both sides of the team.

"What do we do?" Wendy asked finally. "Those two are so...so fucking stubborn."

Bebe snorted, "Yeah, they're worse than us."

"They need to be us," Wendy insisted, sitting back up and watching Bebe follow suit, staring at her confusedly. "Bebe, this was a typical fight for us," she gestured between the both of them. "We screamed, got it out of our systems, mulled, and then talked like civil people about it only a few hours later," she frowned. "Why can't Stan and Kyle do that?"

Bebe shrugged, "Because boys are stupid?"

She smirked, "Aside from that. What do we know about Stan and Kyle? What do they have in common?"

She looked up thoughtfully. "They're both smartassed stubborn jackasses who like to have their way?"

Wendy grinned, "Well, yes. But we also know this: When they fight, they go at it like wild dogs. They both absolutely refuse to lose."

"Right," she agreed. "I remember when I was dating Kyle and you and Stan were back together and they fought over what fucking video game to buy," she rolled her eyes. "Argued for hours, made a pros and cons list, had a fucking fist fight," she put her fingers on her temple and shook her head slowly. "What do we do? The two of them would probably kill each other if they get into a physical confrontation."

Wendy took a deep breath and nodded, "You're right. And no offense, but pretty sure Kyle would lose that one. He stabs you with words."

"And he's damn good at it...though Stan seems to be surpassing the master," she muttered. Wendy sighed in agreement, rubbing her arms a bit. "We have to get them to sit and talk it out," Bebe continued softly. "We need to have mediators, and we need them to come clean about everything, because they're giving each other snippets of the story and neither of them is seeing the other's point of view in its entirety."

Wendy raised a thin brow, "And how do you suggest we go about that? Getting the two of them in a room together would take an act of God or some shit."

She smirked and elbowed her a bit, licking over her glossed lips as her sharp mind began to whir. "No, we just take a page from their books...We lie."

A/N: Short, yes I know, but agh I love these girls. I have always carried the headcanon that the two of them would fight like this. Squabbling pettily and then sitting down because these two are mature as fuck, even when they mess up. Such love.

Will they save our boys? Maybe. Depends on my mood :D

Two more chaps and an epilogue to go, y'all. About damn time I'm sick of this drama bullshit pft.

Thanks for R&Ring!