Kyle absolutely hates doing favors for people because it usually either means 1) you owe them so you have to or 2) they will ruin your life if you don't. It also means that they don't actually owe you anything in return.

Kyle really didn't like doing favors for Bebe in particular.

She was often asking for things that were far out there, and she usually never had to do anything in return other than not fuck you up.

Kyle really did want anything to do with Bebe and favors. But apparently she had other plans.

After school, Kyle ditched Stan so he could "secretly" meet up with Bebe at the restaurant she worked at. Kyle wasn't a fan.

He sat in a booth near the back of the restaurant, which reeked of smoke. It was often considered the "smoking section" even though there was no such markings or declarations from the owners or staff or anybody. But nobody cared.

Bebe came over soon, on shift, of course, Kyle thinks and she sits down a drink in front of him, lounging across from him in the booth.

Kyle pushes the drink away from himself and leans his arm on the table, "So?"

"So?" Bebe repeats, examining her cherry red nails, "Not even gonna greet me?"

Kyle groans, "Can we just get on with this?"

Bebe smiles. "Sure, sure." She straightens up in the booth, leaning over the table and motioning for Kyle to move in closer. "What do you know about Clyde right now?"

Kyle quirks an eyebrow. This wasn't what he expected. "Clyde?"

Bebe rolls her eyes and sighs, "Yes. Clyde. Do I need to talk slower?"

Kyle narrows his eyes, "I don't- what about him?"

"Is-" Bebe stops herself. Kyle watches her eyes dart away from him and something flicker over her face. She steels herself again, "Is he currently dating someone?"

Kyle is almost surprised. Almost. "I thought you had a thing for Wendy?" Kyle says, half-sarcastically, but he says it to get his answer. Bebe's cheeks turn a light pink and she narrows her eyes.

"I never said I had a thing for Clyde."

Bingo. "But you do have a thing for Wendy?"

"That's not the point-"

"Why do you care what Clyde's romantic situation is?"

Bebe gaped for a moment- she hates dealing with Kyle because he's always two steps ahead of her no matter how much planning she puts into her scams. "That doesn't matter, fag."

Kyle doesn't even flinch, he's been called fag as often as he's been called a Jew. That doesn't mean it doesn't make him want to knock her in the mouth, say fuck it, and leave.

But he knows he shouldn't. He doesn't know if Stan's okay with any of this or them being out or anything. He'll wait until Stan says he's ready to come out, to be open about their relationship because he's been ready since the first fling.

Kyle sighs to try to calm down.

I'm doing this for Stan.

"I have a guess, but I can figure out some information for you."

Bebe smirks, leaning back in the booth, "That's only part a, Kylie," Bebe says as Kyle stands to leave.