A/N: Yes I'm back from a long break, Man do I hate exams...Again this is still short, No reason I guess. Have fun(=

Chapter 13.

Kyle P.O.V.

I kept shifting my eyes between my cell, and the business-styled card with Bebe's handwritten number on it. What should I do? Do I ignore it? Do I call her? If I do decide to call her, what would I say? You know, as smart as I am, there was always one thing I just couldn't quite understand: Girls.

I unfold my arms and give into the little voice inside my head, declaring of how much of a Pussie I was, not being able to talk to someone in the different gender category. I punch in the numbers into my cell and hear the monotone sound of rings.

It's not like she's going to try and hook up with you Kyle I think to myself. She has a boyfriend, and after all she was going-

"Hello?"

"Uh, hi, is uh, is this Bebe," I say. Crap. Now I sound even more retarded. Of course it's Bebe.

"Yes it is," She laughs. "I take it that it's Kyle on the other end."

I join in with her. "Yeah, sorry I'm really not a good speaker when it comes to people on the phone, One time I randomly decided that I thought I'd be good at telemarketing and started to look in the paper for a part time-"

"Ok, is this important or not? No offence but you kind of caught me at a bad time right now." She snapped.

"Oh, well, I guess I was kind of uh, lonely."

"Oh right, well we could meet up or something, I have to work tomorrow so I can only meet up tonight,"

I check my watch once again. Only this time it reads: 11:38pm. Maybe not…

"Sure!" Wait, where did that come from?

"Ok, I'll meet you outside of Tweek's Coffee, is that ok?"

"I guess so,"

" Ok, see you."

"Bye."

Oh crap.

Wendy P.O.V.

I have SO much work to do right now its practically unbearable. Normally I would swoop at the chance to study Shakespeare,

(I don't even care if that sounds nerdy)

But now I have to check every couple minutes to see if the human beside me is still breathing. I think that Stanley is coping really well. I know he's going to make a great Dad. Earlier on, Him and I were flicking through a children's clothing catalogue, suggesting what would suit Jenifer. I giggled at this.

I know it's probably just me, But I cant help but feel as though we're all being watch continuously now. It's as though they think we're going to go off and do something really bad if they don't keep an eye on us. I also get the filthiest looks from people though. I went to the bathroom and got asked what I was in hospital for.

"I've given birth to a beautiful baby girl." I beamed. She stared at me and tilted her head sideways, and asked

"How old are you?" At first I laughed nervously; she narrowed her eyes down at me. In the end, as she made her way to the doorway, she tutted loudly. Loud enough for every woman in the girls bathroom to hear. But right now, I couldn't care less. Stupid Bitch. At times like these, the old me would of gone crying to Bebe and asked for ideas on how to plot revenge, now nothing. And I chose to leave it at that.

Overall, I do believe that my parents still don't trust me alone with Stan, but I can also see how they think I've finally grown up, for now I am a woman. And may I add, a proud parent. The only thing I really miss is my social life. I wonder what my friends are doing… especially Bebe.