"Let's play truth or dare!" Bebe Steven chirped, flipping a strand of curly blonde hair over her shoulder and winking at her best friend Wendy who was sitting calmly beside her boyfriend Stan Marsh as he was in a heated discussion with his best friend Kyle.

"No! Oh no! Last time that turned out with my parents in a divorce!" Stan interrupted, turning away from his red haired best friend for only a fraction of a second, then went right back to talking in aggressive hushed tones.

"Oh come on hippie boy! Last time you wanted to play it to kiss her, and we all know you've already fucked her so why the hell not?" Cartman argued.

"Fuck you Cartman!" Stan and Wendy both shouted, flipping him off, while Bebe sniggered and Kyle rolled his eyes and muttered something that seemed like "whore".

"Plus, last time Bebe wanted to play it so she could kiss Kyle," Wendy explained, glaring daggers at Cartman while he mimicked her.

"And lord knows that won't happen again," Bebe scoffed, filing her nails with a nail file she grabbed out of her purse.

"Says the slut who cheated on me," Kyle laughed, "And then got an STD,"

"Screw you asshole!" Bebe screamed, throwing the nail file at Cartman, which hit Kenny by mistake.

"Ow," Kenny said, pulling the metal object out of his arm, and then turned to calm down Butters who was freaking out at the sight of blood on his boyfriend.

"Don't call Kyle an asshole," Stan sighed, picking up Bebe's nail file and handing it back to her.

"Aw! Guys, he's sticking up for his boyfriend," Cartman teased, grinning when both Stan and Kyle threatened to kick his ass.

"Wendy!" Bebe shouted, "Truth or dare?"

"Hm, dare," the raven haired girl smiled, squeezing Stan's hand even though he didn't seem to notice.

"I dare you to… go flash someone on the street," Bebe smiled devilishly.

"…" Wendy stared at her, mouth agape, and turned to Stan, expecting him to say something.

"Dude, shut the fuck up," Stan muttered to Kyle, who looked like he was ready to punch Stan in the jaw.

"Stan, I'm going to go flash someone on the street," Wendy said, her voice raised a pitch.

"Yeah well you're a lying sack of shit," Kyle muttered to Stan.

"Then why the hell do you keep hanging out with me?" Stan sneered.

"I honestly have no idea," Kyle said, glaring at the football quarterback.

"Ugh!" Wendy screamed, and got up to go outside. Everyone followed except Stan and Kyle, who continued to shout profanities at each other.

Cartman watched intently as Wendy lifted her shirt up, and Craig, who just happened to be driving by with his boyfriend Thomas, just about hit a mailbox.

As the rest headed back into the house, Stan and Kyle seemed to be friends again.

"Did the lovers make up?" Cartman asked, snickering.

"Shut up dude," Stan sighed, and Kyle just glared and flipped him off.

"Alright, Cartman, your turn," Wendy said "Truth or dare?"

"Truth," Cartman smiled at her.

"Alright, did you or did you not, bring your mother to my house begging my parents to stop me from beating you up in fourth grade?" Wendy asked.

"…Fucking bitch," Cartman muttered, "Yes Wendy I did…"

"Ha! I got proof! I finally did it Stan!" Wendy grinned, grabbing him by his jacket collar and kissing him.

Stan just smiled and put his arm around her, and Kyle tightened his hands into fists.

"Yeah yeah, shut it hoe," Cartman said. "Stan, truth or dare?"

"Truth," Stan sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Wendy or Kyle?" Cartman smirked.

"…What?" Stan asked, seeming truly shocked at the question.

"You heard me. Wendy or Kyle?" Cartman repeated.

"…" All eyes were on Stan as he gaped at the brunette boy.

"Wendy," he finally said.

Wendy smiled and kissed him on the cheek, and Kyle lost all color in his face.

Kyle stood up slowly and looked every person in the group in the eye.

"Fuck you all," he hissed, and left.