[COMPLETE] - [CLOSED]/ Hello little boys, little toys.
Who: Bebe Stevens, Eric Cartman, Kenny McKormick, Wendy Testaburger, Stan Marsh, & Kyle Broflovski.
When: Friday, November 6th, late evening.
Where: Cartman's house & backyard, followed briefly by Wendy's house.
Summary: Bebe sneaks out of Wendy's house to give Kenny a final vigil & burial, along with Cartman. This log is the prequel to the Bendy/Style hangout log, which is still in progress, and will be posted in a day or so.
Status: Complete.
WARNINGS: Death, language, girl kissing.
Even though she felt a little bad for not telling Wendy the entire truth, she felt she was doing the right thing. Or she was trying, anyway. Most people didn't understand how people were friends with kids like Eric Cartman and Kenny McKormick, especially a girl like Bebe, but she felt like she saw something different in them, especially in Cartman. Most people saw the pervert, and the bigot, but they were just her boys, to her. They were funny, and actually pretty nice, if you got to know them. Hell, they looked out for her, if nothing else. And even if the Disney incident had been frustrating, it was hard to hold against them.
On the entire ride to Cartman's house, Bebe didn't say much to Wendy's mother, just coughing occasionally. When they pulled up, the blonde thanked Ellen, and promised she would call home in half an hour or less, or as soon as she started to feel worse, if that happened. Whichever came first. Stepping out of the vehicle, she made her way up the icy front walkway, wondering if she should have called. All of the lights looked like they were out, except for the front porch, and Eric's bedroom. Lifting a tentative hand, Bebe knocked lightly on the front door, and shifted in her jacket, breath hanging in the air as she exhaled above her scarf.
Cartman had been bundling himself up, preparing to take Kenny's body out to the back yard when the knock came to his front door. He turned slightly, and pulled the door open, more than surprised to find Bebe standing there. Especially when she had been so sick.
"Bebe?"
Bebe managed a little smile, although she did still feel rather ill, and a bit worn out. "Hey there," she replied, glancing absently into the home, and toward what could only be Kenny's familiar orange shape. Her stomach made a jerk, and she felt she might vomit in the snow, but decided against it, just swallowing hard instead. "I thought I'd come lend you a hand.."
"You're sick, dude. You didn't have to..."
Cartman stopped, and just sighed. He should be thankful to her for coming to his house to help, even when she was sick. He shouldn't waste her time. Stupid fucking crush with the stupid mushiness and the stupid stupidness. Cartman stepped aside to let Bebe in.
"Whatever, ho. Look, you can't do any digging... cause you're sick and a girl and stuff. Just... I dunno, stand there and talk to me."
"I can do that," Bebe replied, offering another weak smile, and quite glad to step inside to the heat for a moment. Rubbing her mittened hands together, she glanced at Eric, and then Kenny, and then the back door. He even had his shovel, he was really going to do it. She felt a little sympathetic, like at least one tear might slip, but she wasn't sure if it was just her cold medicine addled mind acting up again. Kenny did die all of the time, after all, but.. it was still a little heartbreaking. "I just thought he deserved to have more people actually give a shit, y'know?"
Pausing, she re-thought her words. "Not to say you aren't good enough. I just think it's been a long time since anyone gave him a real funeral."
"Kenny doesn't like funerals," Cartman muttered under his breath. He waddled over to the couch, where Kenny's body lay. Carefully, he hoisted Kenny up, cradling him in his arms. Well, there was a dilemma. He looked over to Bebe,
"Can you carry a shovel?"
"Okay, not a real funeral then. Did you ever see Skins? That show was boss, for like, a British show. When Chris died, all of his friends came, and they shot off fireworks, and like.. celebrated his life. It can be like that. Do you got fireworks?" Bebe suggested. Nodding when he asked her about her ability to help out, the blonde walked over and hoisted up the shovel with ease, holding it over her shoulder.
"I got this, let's bounce."
"Never saw it," Cartman replied, carefully opening the door to his house so he could head outside. He held the door open for Bebe using his back. He already had the perfect spot for him planned.
"Come on, ho."
"On my way," Bebe smiled, holding tightly onto the shovel, and ducking out of the open door as he held it open for her. She walked a few paces out into the snow, which seemed like it hadn't been disturbed in a few days, and shivered just a little against the cold. Color stood out on her cheeks, from a mixture of her own high temperature, and the cool air against them. "I still think fireworks is a good idea.. too bad, about the ban."
"We could light up some snakes?" He said with a smirk, letting the door close behind him once he moved away from the door. Without a word, he carefully walked down the steps. He didn't want to trip and drop Kenny. Lord knows what might happen to his body if he did. To the backyard he went, padding through the snow, growing irritated almost immediately because his pants were getting wet.
Bebe laughed lightly, rolling her eyes at him, and following closely behind as he crossed the backyard with a little more direction. She was merely the tag along, Eric knew just where to put him. She was happyn with what he chose. "Snakes are fucking lame, dude," she muttered, grimacing some at the snow as it soaked her own jeans, and leaked slowly into the sneakers she had worn outside.
Carefully, Cartman set Kenny's body down on the ground. He held his hands out for the shovel.
"Hell yeah they are. Fucking ban."
Bebe handed the shovel over to him, and quickly crossed her arms over her chest, shivering some under the jacket she was wearing. She glanced over at Kenny's body once more, and felt that dizzy spell approaching once again, but managed to steady herself.
Cartman began to dig, first getting the snow out of the way, which was easy enough, he'd had years of practice at that. But, then came digging through the frozen ground, which took a considerable amount more effort than he had anticipated, and was willing to give out. About a foot deep into the ground, Cartman gave up and tossed the shovel to the side. Fuck this shit.
"Alright, dude, in you go."
As carefully as a heavily breathing fat teen could, Cartman picked up Kenny's body and slid it into the ground, his gut twisting slightly. God damn, this was fucking weird, man.
Despite the fact that she had promised to talk to him, Bebe found that she was at a loss for words for the entire time that Cartman spent digging the shallow grave for their friend. She had spent the majority of the time glancing between the digging boy, and the dead boy, occasionally crouching down some to keep herself steady. Standing up straight was making her head all sorts of fuzzy, if she kept it up for extended periods.
She had been considering pushing some of Kenny's hair away from his face, an affection gesture she usually reserved for Wendy, when Cartman spoke, and hoisted the blonde up until the air. She watched closely, stepping close, to peer down at the hole. It wasn't perfect, but it would do. Kenny probably wouldn't want something perfect. It wasn't his style. "Careful with him," Bebe muttered absently, surprised at how low her own voice was, as she felt her own stomach twisting similarly at the sight before her. "Don't cover him up right away."
"I don't think I could if I wanted to."
Cartman stared down at Kenny's body, frozen in place at the sight of him resting there in the frozen dirt. It was surreal, really, and it honestly looked like he was sleeping. His face was peaceful, pale, and his blond hair hung in his eyes. Cartman swallowed thickly. He died all the fucking time, why the hell was he getting all choked up about this bullcrap?
"Love you, man," he hissed, before going to bury him.
Bebe knew she was getting choked up as well, and there was no sense in blaming the cough medicine. That was only leaving her dizzy, all of the rushing emotions were purely her own. She was silent, standing at Cartman's side, peering down at Kenny laying there, and fighting back the urge to cry. Her mind, frankly, rushed with all of the same questions. Why the hell was this different? It wasn't the first time Kenny ever died. Hell, she'd killed him herself, twice. Albeit those were accidents.
At least holding back a genuine sob, two tears slipped over the slender blonde's flushed cheeks, as she crouched down quickly. Lifting her hand to her mouth, she held her index and middle fingers together, placing a kiss on them, and reaching down with the hand to press it against the dead boy's cheek. She pushed some of the hair out of his eyes just after. "See you soon, handsome," she muttered, standing out of the way just in time for Cartman to start filling in the hole.
Cartman felt rather numb as he made the motions to bury Kenny. He went out of his way to make sure he was completely covered. He didn't want to leave him exposed to the elements when he finally began to rot. You know. Cause of the smell and all. Oh god the animals that would be in his back yard. Eric threw down the shovel once he was done and turned to face Bebe, noting that she was crying.
Bebe had crossed her arms back over her chest again, trying to look as natural as she could manage, watching the dirt falling into the hole around Kenny's body. When Cartman finished, and faced her, she realized she probably looked a natural mess. Managing a weak smile, she unfolded her arms, reaching up with her previously unmittened hand, wiping at her cheeks. "Sorry, I got all faggy there."
AND SUDDENLY, A DIRTY, PALE HAND BURSTS UP FROM THE DEPTHS OF THE DIRT AND SNOW, SPRAYING MUD AND GUNK IN ALL DIRECTIONS, FOLLOWED BY A HIDEOUS---coughing roaring spluttering? Oh yes. Yes indeed. Kenny had been revived in a very unsuitable fashion this go around, being reanimated in his own corpse, perfectly healthy again save the malnutrition and good looks (a curse really!). He clawed his way out of the ground, groaning.
"MAN. That's never happened before! Dude, I reek!"
Cartman was trying to convince himself it was the wind, really, when he heard the shuffling of dirt and snow. But the groan just couldn't be faked as wind, and he turned around to see, OH MY GOD, KENNY BURSTING OUT OF THE GROUND. Cartman jumped in a manner than he hadn't done in quite some time, almost landing on his bottom in the snow.
"What the hell, man!?"
Bebe had been opening her mouth to further apologize to Cartman, for her emotional reaction to such a typically mundane event, but Kenny's arrival to the mortal coil totally distracted her from that. With a shrill shriek, she jumped back instead, stumbling on her wet jeans, and falling butt first into the snow, as Cartman had almost done. "J-Jesus! Kenny! Goddamnit!"
He managed to climb up onto the surface of the snow, his sock feet squishing in the snow and the mud as he gathered his breath and blew his nose into his elbow to dislodge the muck from his nostrils. He sniffed a few times, squinting with one eye, then picking at his ears to remove some muck from them as well. He looked up at Bebe, shivering now and glad to be as it meant he was fully functional again. Seeing Bebe wet in the snow made him remember his dick worked too... but that could wait. ;-)
"Hey, it's good to see you too, girl. God damn, that wasn't very fun. For once I'm glad you're a lazy ass and you settled for one foot instead of six!"
Cartman was just happy to see his friend alive again. Almost happy enough to hug him. But he was filthy, and well, Bebe was here. He wasn't that faggy. Instead, he offered her a hand, grinning as he did so.
"You scared the shit out of me, man!"
Shivering worse than ever now, Bebe accepted the hand up from Cartman, hating the way that the damp snow had already managed to totally penetrate the denim of her jeans. It sent chills through every part of her, and she lifted her free hand to cover a sneeze, before addressing their newly resurrected friend.
"That was totally, by the way, not cool? Heart attack me much?"
"Dude, don't I know it. Heart attacks suck." he smiled, though he seemed somewhat tired. "Try not to sneeze on me, tits. I only just died of the piggies." He struggled for a moment to get up, but slipped in the snow and ended up with one foot in the grave.
"That's... really not a pleasant metaphor right there."
"No, it's not. And you're going to end up back in there if you don't get in the house and into the shower."
"Hot showers help big time," Bebe interjected quickly, keeping the hand over her face, trying to do as Kenny asked, and not spread any germs over to him. If she knew he was going to pop back up from the ground, she would have stayed home, rather than infect him again.
He smiled at them. "Thanks for burying me, guys. This is totally new. I could get used to it." He then laughs, getting up properly. "And now I'm starving AND in need of a long hot bath. Bebe, you should totally join me and Cartman for shakes or something after I soak up." He grinned, fully aware he would be mooching off Cartman for extra clothes, even if they were baggy and made him looks like a coat rack with a coat on it.
"Hey, shakes, that sounds pretty sweet. Kenny here makes kick ass milkshakes."
"Vegan much? I could go for a smoothie though, if you have any fresh fruit laying around, just toss in some ice?" Bebe replied. Mentioning fruit, however, made her remember her vitamin water.
And that she was meant to be home within half an hour of her arrival at Cartman's. Well, shit. "... Actually, uhm, I might need a rain check."
"rain....check..?" It was time to pull out the big guns. Pouty McSadface the Third emerges from Kenny's regular demeanor. "Bebeeeee...."
"You're all cold and wet, too, Bebe. Where'd you come from? I'll drop you off," Cartman offered quickly. Why no, no he wasn't trying to be obvious. Not at all.
It was hard to resist that face, especially coming from Kenny. He just did it so damn well. Biting down onto her lower lip, Bebe began to fret over her options.
Wendy would be calling the national guard, soon, thinking she was unconscious in a snow bank. "Uhm, well.. I have to go back to Wendy's, actually. I said I wouldn't be long." Pausing, she coughed. "I should go, definitely."
"I'll take you. Kenny can go inside and shower, or something." Cartman said quickly, moving to lead Bebe out of his backyard before Kenny could protest.
Bebe felt a little bad, leaving Kenny behind like that, and she turned to raise her hand in a little wave. "Smoothies another day, my treat!" She then allowed Cartman to lead her out of the yard, shivering as they moved.
"I think I'm going to catch pneumonia, my ass is frozen now.."
"You should take a shower when you get home, too, yeah?" Cartman offered, trying to be helpful. He bit his lip and slipped an arm around her shoulder, pulling her close to him.
"I'll keep you warm."
Smiling weakly at the friendly gesture, and finding that it did stop some of the shaking in her body, she leaned on him a little, eyes closing for a moment. "Thanks, hun," she replied simply. It helped keep her walking steady, too, with more of a dizzy spell hitting her at the moment.
"Yeah, whatever."
He had to keep up the tough man exterior, after all. Nope. He was Eric Cartman. Can't be too nice.
"Don't be an asshole," Bebe murmured, one eye opening, and peering up at him. She was glad it was only about three blocks until Wendy's house, mostly due to her own returning shivering.
As they stepped out of the yard, the blonde stumbled a little, grabbing onto the large boy to steady herself, regaining her composure. "Shit, sorry," she sighed, through clenched teeth. "Dizzy."
"Why the hell did you come out here then?" he asked her, trying to keep her steady. He might have been worried. Maybe.
"I dunno, I just-- I was worried about you, ya seemed really bummed out, and.. like I said, it's like nobody gives a shit about Kenny anymore, and.. I do, I wanted to bury him, like a respect thing, right?"
Holding onto Eric's side as they mounted the sidewalk and began to head to Wendy, she sighed. "Him jumping out of the dirt was an unexpected complication."
Cartman sighed and shook his head, "That shit was messed up. Scared the hell out of me, man. I don't think he's ever done that before."
"I've never seen him do that before," Bebe agreed, lips curling into a little pout. "And I didn't care for it much, sir."
Cartman kept his eyes on their destination, his lip curling up slightly as they approached Wendy's house. "Almost there."
Bebe had allowed her own eyes to close again, trying to walk steady as they moved, and when Cartman spoke, she opened them, peering ahead. Familiar street, familiar houses, Ellen and Ryan's cars in the driveway. "She's gunna be pissed. I said I was, uhm, going to my place to get something.. and I was supposed to call for a drive, to come home."
"She'll get over it."
"Yeah, maybe," Bebe muttered, her own disbelief in that statement practically dripping from her words. When they approached the front walkway, she almost tripped again, when walking up the steps. She grasped Cartman once more, cursing.
Cartman held tightly onto Bebe, making sure she didn't fall. "Careful, ho. Don't add a broken leg to your piggy flu."
Smiling some at that, Bebe rolled her eyes. "Kyle's been calling me Miss Piggy, actually.. which, by the way, totally not funny." When they reached the actual door, Bebe inhaled sharply, willing herself to knock. "... I'm so dead."
Wendy had been curled up on the couch, pillow clutched to her chest. She had been trying to be calm with Stan and Kyle there, but she was worried and angry and just generally not happy. Sighing at the knock, she got up, dropping the pillow and moved to open the door. "You li..." the word died on her lips as she took a good look at Bebe and sighed, "You're going to make yourself more sick... come inside." For the moment at least, she wouldn't force Eric to go away since she just wanted Bebe in and safe and warm.
Cartman kept his glare to a bare minimum as he escorted Bebe into the warmth of Wendy's house.
"Come on, Bebe. Let's get you inside."
Bebe wasn't sure what to say, to either of them really, but allowed herself to be taken into the thankfully warm home. The tension between them was practically physical, and she just had no desire to deal with.
Still leaning on Cartman, she glanced to where Stan and Kyle were in the living room, waving with her free hand. "Hey, guys."
Kyle had, as soon as he'd arived, settled down on one end of the couch. He was mostly feeling better at this point, though there was still a slight flush to his cheeks. When Cartman lead Bebe in he frowned, but nodded to the girl. "Hey."
Stan was sitting next to Kyle, still bundled tightly in his jacket. His face was flushed slightly, and his chest rattled when he breathed. He sniffled and raised a hand to wave to Bebe.
"Hey, Bebe."
Wendy refused to glare at Cartman, but she did wrap an arm around Bebe's free side and gently pull the girl to herself. She leaned her cheek against her face, though she knew she was still a bit too flushed to feel if Bebe was feverish. "How are you feeling? We need to get you into dry clothes." She looked to the guys, "Sorry, guys, excuse us for a minute." She took a deep breath, "Cartman, thank you for walking her home."
Cartman shrugged, "Whatever, man. I'm gonna go home. I got a dirty, poor kid eating all my food."
When Wendy pulled her closer, Bebe leaned more heavily onto the brunette, nuzzling her cheek a little against her girlfriend's, and silent attempt at an apology. She'd explain herself later, but for now, she just felt bad for lying.
Even if it was for a good cause. Sighing, she glanced back at Cartman, smiling a little. "Okay, catch you later.. text me?"
Kyle resisted the urge to snort at Cartman's manner. As much as he didn't want to talk to the guy, he had to ask, "how's he holding up?"
Stan simply nodded in agreement with Kyle's question, "Yeah. He came back rather quick."
Wendy kissed Bebe's forehead, letting her know that they were ok, even if Wendy wasn't fully happy. She understood, mostly, even if she didn't like it. "I'm glad he's back." She gently began to lead her upstairs so they could get her into some warm clothes.
"He's alright, I guess. He just kinda popped up out of the dirt. Fucking scary, man."
Listening to the conversation between the boys fading behind them as they reached the top of the stairs, Bebe continued leaning onto her girlfriend for support, her expression now purely guilty, and a little bit sad.
"I didn't meant to lie, I just-- I didn't know what else to do, I wanted to go see Kenny.. him coming back within the hour, that wasn't planned.. I just wanted it to be nice, for him."
That was.. unusual. Kyle frowned a little then shook his head, "Well, so long as he's okay." Though that was always a relative thing for the boy in question.
"As okay as Kenny gets, at least."
Wendy nodded, "I know. I just wish that you had told me. And maybe picked a different death to help with..." She sighed, "I'm not trying to be insensitive, hun. But we knew Kenny would come back. You... if you get... you're not a McKormick." She gently deposited her on the bed, slipped the thermometer in her mouth and went to grab her a couple of towels and dry clothes. "Weren't you the one getting all mad about complications the other night?"
"Whatever man. I gotta get back home, before you ass holes get me sick."
And with that, Cartman headed out the door and back to his home.
[TBC IN LATER POSTED LOG. IT IS STILL CURRENTLY A WIP.]
When: Friday, November 6th, late evening.
Where: Cartman's house & backyard, followed briefly by Wendy's house.
Summary: Bebe sneaks out of Wendy's house to give Kenny a final vigil & burial, along with Cartman. This log is the prequel to the Bendy/Style hangout log, which is still in progress, and will be posted in a day or so.
Status: Complete.
WARNINGS: Death, language, girl kissing.
Even though she felt a little bad for not telling Wendy the entire truth, she felt she was doing the right thing. Or she was trying, anyway. Most people didn't understand how people were friends with kids like Eric Cartman and Kenny McKormick, especially a girl like Bebe, but she felt like she saw something different in them, especially in Cartman. Most people saw the pervert, and the bigot, but they were just her boys, to her. They were funny, and actually pretty nice, if you got to know them. Hell, they looked out for her, if nothing else. And even if the Disney incident had been frustrating, it was hard to hold against them.
On the entire ride to Cartman's house, Bebe didn't say much to Wendy's mother, just coughing occasionally. When they pulled up, the blonde thanked Ellen, and promised she would call home in half an hour or less, or as soon as she started to feel worse, if that happened. Whichever came first. Stepping out of the vehicle, she made her way up the icy front walkway, wondering if she should have called. All of the lights looked like they were out, except for the front porch, and Eric's bedroom. Lifting a tentative hand, Bebe knocked lightly on the front door, and shifted in her jacket, breath hanging in the air as she exhaled above her scarf.
Cartman had been bundling himself up, preparing to take Kenny's body out to the back yard when the knock came to his front door. He turned slightly, and pulled the door open, more than surprised to find Bebe standing there. Especially when she had been so sick.
"Bebe?"
Bebe managed a little smile, although she did still feel rather ill, and a bit worn out. "Hey there," she replied, glancing absently into the home, and toward what could only be Kenny's familiar orange shape. Her stomach made a jerk, and she felt she might vomit in the snow, but decided against it, just swallowing hard instead. "I thought I'd come lend you a hand.."
"You're sick, dude. You didn't have to..."
Cartman stopped, and just sighed. He should be thankful to her for coming to his house to help, even when she was sick. He shouldn't waste her time. Stupid fucking crush with the stupid mushiness and the stupid stupidness. Cartman stepped aside to let Bebe in.
"Whatever, ho. Look, you can't do any digging... cause you're sick and a girl and stuff. Just... I dunno, stand there and talk to me."
"I can do that," Bebe replied, offering another weak smile, and quite glad to step inside to the heat for a moment. Rubbing her mittened hands together, she glanced at Eric, and then Kenny, and then the back door. He even had his shovel, he was really going to do it. She felt a little sympathetic, like at least one tear might slip, but she wasn't sure if it was just her cold medicine addled mind acting up again. Kenny did die all of the time, after all, but.. it was still a little heartbreaking. "I just thought he deserved to have more people actually give a shit, y'know?"
Pausing, she re-thought her words. "Not to say you aren't good enough. I just think it's been a long time since anyone gave him a real funeral."
"Kenny doesn't like funerals," Cartman muttered under his breath. He waddled over to the couch, where Kenny's body lay. Carefully, he hoisted Kenny up, cradling him in his arms. Well, there was a dilemma. He looked over to Bebe,
"Can you carry a shovel?"
"Okay, not a real funeral then. Did you ever see Skins? That show was boss, for like, a British show. When Chris died, all of his friends came, and they shot off fireworks, and like.. celebrated his life. It can be like that. Do you got fireworks?" Bebe suggested. Nodding when he asked her about her ability to help out, the blonde walked over and hoisted up the shovel with ease, holding it over her shoulder.
"I got this, let's bounce."
"Never saw it," Cartman replied, carefully opening the door to his house so he could head outside. He held the door open for Bebe using his back. He already had the perfect spot for him planned.
"Come on, ho."
"On my way," Bebe smiled, holding tightly onto the shovel, and ducking out of the open door as he held it open for her. She walked a few paces out into the snow, which seemed like it hadn't been disturbed in a few days, and shivered just a little against the cold. Color stood out on her cheeks, from a mixture of her own high temperature, and the cool air against them. "I still think fireworks is a good idea.. too bad, about the ban."
"We could light up some snakes?" He said with a smirk, letting the door close behind him once he moved away from the door. Without a word, he carefully walked down the steps. He didn't want to trip and drop Kenny. Lord knows what might happen to his body if he did. To the backyard he went, padding through the snow, growing irritated almost immediately because his pants were getting wet.
Bebe laughed lightly, rolling her eyes at him, and following closely behind as he crossed the backyard with a little more direction. She was merely the tag along, Eric knew just where to put him. She was happyn with what he chose. "Snakes are fucking lame, dude," she muttered, grimacing some at the snow as it soaked her own jeans, and leaked slowly into the sneakers she had worn outside.
Carefully, Cartman set Kenny's body down on the ground. He held his hands out for the shovel.
"Hell yeah they are. Fucking ban."
Bebe handed the shovel over to him, and quickly crossed her arms over her chest, shivering some under the jacket she was wearing. She glanced over at Kenny's body once more, and felt that dizzy spell approaching once again, but managed to steady herself.
Cartman began to dig, first getting the snow out of the way, which was easy enough, he'd had years of practice at that. But, then came digging through the frozen ground, which took a considerable amount more effort than he had anticipated, and was willing to give out. About a foot deep into the ground, Cartman gave up and tossed the shovel to the side. Fuck this shit.
"Alright, dude, in you go."
As carefully as a heavily breathing fat teen could, Cartman picked up Kenny's body and slid it into the ground, his gut twisting slightly. God damn, this was fucking weird, man.
Despite the fact that she had promised to talk to him, Bebe found that she was at a loss for words for the entire time that Cartman spent digging the shallow grave for their friend. She had spent the majority of the time glancing between the digging boy, and the dead boy, occasionally crouching down some to keep herself steady. Standing up straight was making her head all sorts of fuzzy, if she kept it up for extended periods.
She had been considering pushing some of Kenny's hair away from his face, an affection gesture she usually reserved for Wendy, when Cartman spoke, and hoisted the blonde up until the air. She watched closely, stepping close, to peer down at the hole. It wasn't perfect, but it would do. Kenny probably wouldn't want something perfect. It wasn't his style. "Careful with him," Bebe muttered absently, surprised at how low her own voice was, as she felt her own stomach twisting similarly at the sight before her. "Don't cover him up right away."
"I don't think I could if I wanted to."
Cartman stared down at Kenny's body, frozen in place at the sight of him resting there in the frozen dirt. It was surreal, really, and it honestly looked like he was sleeping. His face was peaceful, pale, and his blond hair hung in his eyes. Cartman swallowed thickly. He died all the fucking time, why the hell was he getting all choked up about this bullcrap?
"Love you, man," he hissed, before going to bury him.
Bebe knew she was getting choked up as well, and there was no sense in blaming the cough medicine. That was only leaving her dizzy, all of the rushing emotions were purely her own. She was silent, standing at Cartman's side, peering down at Kenny laying there, and fighting back the urge to cry. Her mind, frankly, rushed with all of the same questions. Why the hell was this different? It wasn't the first time Kenny ever died. Hell, she'd killed him herself, twice. Albeit those were accidents.
At least holding back a genuine sob, two tears slipped over the slender blonde's flushed cheeks, as she crouched down quickly. Lifting her hand to her mouth, she held her index and middle fingers together, placing a kiss on them, and reaching down with the hand to press it against the dead boy's cheek. She pushed some of the hair out of his eyes just after. "See you soon, handsome," she muttered, standing out of the way just in time for Cartman to start filling in the hole.
Cartman felt rather numb as he made the motions to bury Kenny. He went out of his way to make sure he was completely covered. He didn't want to leave him exposed to the elements when he finally began to rot. You know. Cause of the smell and all. Oh god the animals that would be in his back yard. Eric threw down the shovel once he was done and turned to face Bebe, noting that she was crying.
Bebe had crossed her arms back over her chest again, trying to look as natural as she could manage, watching the dirt falling into the hole around Kenny's body. When Cartman finished, and faced her, she realized she probably looked a natural mess. Managing a weak smile, she unfolded her arms, reaching up with her previously unmittened hand, wiping at her cheeks. "Sorry, I got all faggy there."
AND SUDDENLY, A DIRTY, PALE HAND BURSTS UP FROM THE DEPTHS OF THE DIRT AND SNOW, SPRAYING MUD AND GUNK IN ALL DIRECTIONS, FOLLOWED BY A HIDEOUS---coughing roaring spluttering? Oh yes. Yes indeed. Kenny had been revived in a very unsuitable fashion this go around, being reanimated in his own corpse, perfectly healthy again save the malnutrition and good looks (a curse really!). He clawed his way out of the ground, groaning.
"MAN. That's never happened before! Dude, I reek!"
Cartman was trying to convince himself it was the wind, really, when he heard the shuffling of dirt and snow. But the groan just couldn't be faked as wind, and he turned around to see, OH MY GOD, KENNY BURSTING OUT OF THE GROUND. Cartman jumped in a manner than he hadn't done in quite some time, almost landing on his bottom in the snow.
"What the hell, man!?"
Bebe had been opening her mouth to further apologize to Cartman, for her emotional reaction to such a typically mundane event, but Kenny's arrival to the mortal coil totally distracted her from that. With a shrill shriek, she jumped back instead, stumbling on her wet jeans, and falling butt first into the snow, as Cartman had almost done. "J-Jesus! Kenny! Goddamnit!"
He managed to climb up onto the surface of the snow, his sock feet squishing in the snow and the mud as he gathered his breath and blew his nose into his elbow to dislodge the muck from his nostrils. He sniffed a few times, squinting with one eye, then picking at his ears to remove some muck from them as well. He looked up at Bebe, shivering now and glad to be as it meant he was fully functional again. Seeing Bebe wet in the snow made him remember his dick worked too... but that could wait. ;-)
"Hey, it's good to see you too, girl. God damn, that wasn't very fun. For once I'm glad you're a lazy ass and you settled for one foot instead of six!"
Cartman was just happy to see his friend alive again. Almost happy enough to hug him. But he was filthy, and well, Bebe was here. He wasn't that faggy. Instead, he offered her a hand, grinning as he did so.
"You scared the shit out of me, man!"
Shivering worse than ever now, Bebe accepted the hand up from Cartman, hating the way that the damp snow had already managed to totally penetrate the denim of her jeans. It sent chills through every part of her, and she lifted her free hand to cover a sneeze, before addressing their newly resurrected friend.
"That was totally, by the way, not cool? Heart attack me much?"
"Dude, don't I know it. Heart attacks suck." he smiled, though he seemed somewhat tired. "Try not to sneeze on me, tits. I only just died of the piggies." He struggled for a moment to get up, but slipped in the snow and ended up with one foot in the grave.
"That's... really not a pleasant metaphor right there."
"No, it's not. And you're going to end up back in there if you don't get in the house and into the shower."
"Hot showers help big time," Bebe interjected quickly, keeping the hand over her face, trying to do as Kenny asked, and not spread any germs over to him. If she knew he was going to pop back up from the ground, she would have stayed home, rather than infect him again.
He smiled at them. "Thanks for burying me, guys. This is totally new. I could get used to it." He then laughs, getting up properly. "And now I'm starving AND in need of a long hot bath. Bebe, you should totally join me and Cartman for shakes or something after I soak up." He grinned, fully aware he would be mooching off Cartman for extra clothes, even if they were baggy and made him looks like a coat rack with a coat on it.
"Hey, shakes, that sounds pretty sweet. Kenny here makes kick ass milkshakes."
"Vegan much? I could go for a smoothie though, if you have any fresh fruit laying around, just toss in some ice?" Bebe replied. Mentioning fruit, however, made her remember her vitamin water.
And that she was meant to be home within half an hour of her arrival at Cartman's. Well, shit. "... Actually, uhm, I might need a rain check."
"rain....check..?" It was time to pull out the big guns. Pouty McSadface the Third emerges from Kenny's regular demeanor. "Bebeeeee...."
"You're all cold and wet, too, Bebe. Where'd you come from? I'll drop you off," Cartman offered quickly. Why no, no he wasn't trying to be obvious. Not at all.
It was hard to resist that face, especially coming from Kenny. He just did it so damn well. Biting down onto her lower lip, Bebe began to fret over her options.
Wendy would be calling the national guard, soon, thinking she was unconscious in a snow bank. "Uhm, well.. I have to go back to Wendy's, actually. I said I wouldn't be long." Pausing, she coughed. "I should go, definitely."
"I'll take you. Kenny can go inside and shower, or something." Cartman said quickly, moving to lead Bebe out of his backyard before Kenny could protest.
Bebe felt a little bad, leaving Kenny behind like that, and she turned to raise her hand in a little wave. "Smoothies another day, my treat!" She then allowed Cartman to lead her out of the yard, shivering as they moved.
"I think I'm going to catch pneumonia, my ass is frozen now.."
"You should take a shower when you get home, too, yeah?" Cartman offered, trying to be helpful. He bit his lip and slipped an arm around her shoulder, pulling her close to him.
"I'll keep you warm."
Smiling weakly at the friendly gesture, and finding that it did stop some of the shaking in her body, she leaned on him a little, eyes closing for a moment. "Thanks, hun," she replied simply. It helped keep her walking steady, too, with more of a dizzy spell hitting her at the moment.
"Yeah, whatever."
He had to keep up the tough man exterior, after all. Nope. He was Eric Cartman. Can't be too nice.
"Don't be an asshole," Bebe murmured, one eye opening, and peering up at him. She was glad it was only about three blocks until Wendy's house, mostly due to her own returning shivering.
As they stepped out of the yard, the blonde stumbled a little, grabbing onto the large boy to steady herself, regaining her composure. "Shit, sorry," she sighed, through clenched teeth. "Dizzy."
"Why the hell did you come out here then?" he asked her, trying to keep her steady. He might have been worried. Maybe.
"I dunno, I just-- I was worried about you, ya seemed really bummed out, and.. like I said, it's like nobody gives a shit about Kenny anymore, and.. I do, I wanted to bury him, like a respect thing, right?"
Holding onto Eric's side as they mounted the sidewalk and began to head to Wendy, she sighed. "Him jumping out of the dirt was an unexpected complication."
Cartman sighed and shook his head, "That shit was messed up. Scared the hell out of me, man. I don't think he's ever done that before."
"I've never seen him do that before," Bebe agreed, lips curling into a little pout. "And I didn't care for it much, sir."
Cartman kept his eyes on their destination, his lip curling up slightly as they approached Wendy's house. "Almost there."
Bebe had allowed her own eyes to close again, trying to walk steady as they moved, and when Cartman spoke, she opened them, peering ahead. Familiar street, familiar houses, Ellen and Ryan's cars in the driveway. "She's gunna be pissed. I said I was, uhm, going to my place to get something.. and I was supposed to call for a drive, to come home."
"She'll get over it."
"Yeah, maybe," Bebe muttered, her own disbelief in that statement practically dripping from her words. When they approached the front walkway, she almost tripped again, when walking up the steps. She grasped Cartman once more, cursing.
Cartman held tightly onto Bebe, making sure she didn't fall. "Careful, ho. Don't add a broken leg to your piggy flu."
Smiling some at that, Bebe rolled her eyes. "Kyle's been calling me Miss Piggy, actually.. which, by the way, totally not funny." When they reached the actual door, Bebe inhaled sharply, willing herself to knock. "... I'm so dead."
Wendy had been curled up on the couch, pillow clutched to her chest. She had been trying to be calm with Stan and Kyle there, but she was worried and angry and just generally not happy. Sighing at the knock, she got up, dropping the pillow and moved to open the door. "You li..." the word died on her lips as she took a good look at Bebe and sighed, "You're going to make yourself more sick... come inside." For the moment at least, she wouldn't force Eric to go away since she just wanted Bebe in and safe and warm.
Cartman kept his glare to a bare minimum as he escorted Bebe into the warmth of Wendy's house.
"Come on, Bebe. Let's get you inside."
Bebe wasn't sure what to say, to either of them really, but allowed herself to be taken into the thankfully warm home. The tension between them was practically physical, and she just had no desire to deal with.
Still leaning on Cartman, she glanced to where Stan and Kyle were in the living room, waving with her free hand. "Hey, guys."
Kyle had, as soon as he'd arived, settled down on one end of the couch. He was mostly feeling better at this point, though there was still a slight flush to his cheeks. When Cartman lead Bebe in he frowned, but nodded to the girl. "Hey."
Stan was sitting next to Kyle, still bundled tightly in his jacket. His face was flushed slightly, and his chest rattled when he breathed. He sniffled and raised a hand to wave to Bebe.
"Hey, Bebe."
Wendy refused to glare at Cartman, but she did wrap an arm around Bebe's free side and gently pull the girl to herself. She leaned her cheek against her face, though she knew she was still a bit too flushed to feel if Bebe was feverish. "How are you feeling? We need to get you into dry clothes." She looked to the guys, "Sorry, guys, excuse us for a minute." She took a deep breath, "Cartman, thank you for walking her home."
Cartman shrugged, "Whatever, man. I'm gonna go home. I got a dirty, poor kid eating all my food."
When Wendy pulled her closer, Bebe leaned more heavily onto the brunette, nuzzling her cheek a little against her girlfriend's, and silent attempt at an apology. She'd explain herself later, but for now, she just felt bad for lying.
Even if it was for a good cause. Sighing, she glanced back at Cartman, smiling a little. "Okay, catch you later.. text me?"
Kyle resisted the urge to snort at Cartman's manner. As much as he didn't want to talk to the guy, he had to ask, "how's he holding up?"
Stan simply nodded in agreement with Kyle's question, "Yeah. He came back rather quick."
Wendy kissed Bebe's forehead, letting her know that they were ok, even if Wendy wasn't fully happy. She understood, mostly, even if she didn't like it. "I'm glad he's back." She gently began to lead her upstairs so they could get her into some warm clothes.
"He's alright, I guess. He just kinda popped up out of the dirt. Fucking scary, man."
Listening to the conversation between the boys fading behind them as they reached the top of the stairs, Bebe continued leaning onto her girlfriend for support, her expression now purely guilty, and a little bit sad.
"I didn't meant to lie, I just-- I didn't know what else to do, I wanted to go see Kenny.. him coming back within the hour, that wasn't planned.. I just wanted it to be nice, for him."
That was.. unusual. Kyle frowned a little then shook his head, "Well, so long as he's okay." Though that was always a relative thing for the boy in question.
"As okay as Kenny gets, at least."
Wendy nodded, "I know. I just wish that you had told me. And maybe picked a different death to help with..." She sighed, "I'm not trying to be insensitive, hun. But we knew Kenny would come back. You... if you get... you're not a McKormick." She gently deposited her on the bed, slipped the thermometer in her mouth and went to grab her a couple of towels and dry clothes. "Weren't you the one getting all mad about complications the other night?"
"Whatever man. I gotta get back home, before you ass holes get me sick."
And with that, Cartman headed out the door and back to his home.
[TBC IN LATER POSTED LOG. IT IS STILL CURRENTLY A WIP.]