The Problem with Kybe 2After school that day, Cartman was sitting at the TV watching a rerun of Terrance and Phillip to cheer himself up, yet not even the two's potty humor could lift Cartman's spirits. A few minutes in, he heard a knock at the door. His mom wasn't home, so he muted the TV and reluctantly trudged towards the door.The Problem with Kybe 2 by disneyfan056
"Who is it?" He called out.
He opened up the door. Cartman took one look at his two friend, rolled his eyes, then said "Lemme guess, the Jew is out parading with Bebe."
Both boys nodded.
"Well don't just stand there like idiots. Get in here."
Stan and Kenny exchanged a look. No need to beat around the bush.
"I know you're jealous." Stan said before he'd barely set foot in the house.
Cartman froze. "Oh great, Kinny, spread your damn lies. See if I care." He trudged back over to the couch and sat heavily, unmuting the television.
"It's so obvious, dude." Kenny said matter-of-factly from behind the couch.. "Even Kyle's getting suspicious."
The Problem with Kybe(Kenny’s POV)The Problem with Kybe by disneyfan056
It all started about… hmm, a second or two ago. I was walking down the South Park Middle School hallway, minding my business, when all of a sudden, I heard a locker door slam. Not close , but slam shut rather forcefully.
“WHAT?!” Ah yes, the unmistakable shriek of an angry fatass. How refreshing to hear at eight in the morning.
“Y-yeah, Bebe asked Kyle out a little while ago.” I heard Butters say. Oh, God. No wonder Cartman had his panties in a twist. I swear for God we just didn’t get a break…
“Alright, alright, what’s going on?” I walked up and asked.
“T-T-The JEW is dating Bebe!!” Cartman was so pissed off he could barely get the words out.
I stared back at him. “…so…?” I personally couldn’t see what the big deal was.
“HE CAN’T DATE HER !” he yelped as if it were 100 percent obvious.
“Well, why not,
SP - Awakening 3Wendy rarely had time to attend to her physical appearance even if Bebe usually argued with her for not doing so. So this time, saturated with a feeling of emptiness, she sat on her bed and opened her purse.SP - Awakening 3 by Cezille07
Her cellphone sat among this old junk she rarely used anymore. She plucked the compact and the lipstick from the tangle of female products, ignoring the rest, since it was time for bed anyway. It had been a long and busy day, and the second to last thing she wanted to do was delay her sleep. The last thing she wanted to do was check her phone for messages, since Stan still occasionally sent trivial notes to her. It had been six months. She thought of him often, but it stopped there. She was preoccupied, she had to be—she had listed at least a hundred reasons to keep him at a distance.
Her mom was sick too. While she dabbed her face with powder, she recalled her mother's straight-set, lightly made up face and Wendy secretly adored her fortitude. She used to be a pi
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