---Stan's pov---

"W-who?" Wendy asks a tear slipping from her eye.

"Uh.." You know Kyle, my super best friend? Yeah, him. I CAN'T SAY THAT!, "I... I can't tell you."

"Why not?" she asks, wiping away the tear.

"Well, you kind of know them well," I said, rubbing the back of my neck. I mean, it's not a lie.

She tilts her head sideways, then she gets this shocked look, "I'm shocked."

I looked at her, did she know?

"I-I can't believe... you like.... them," she said, "I mean, there's nothing wrong with that, it's just, they don't seem like what you like."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I ask feeling slightly offended.

"Blonde hair. I didn't know you liked blonde hair."

"I do-"

"You don't need to deny it, Stan. It's just, wow."

"Wait, wait, wait, wait. Who do you think I'm talking about? Who're you talking about it?" I ask. We have to be talking about two different people.

"Well, if you don't like me, then you obviously like Bebe. Right?" she says like it's the most obvious thing in the world.

"Be-" I'm cut off by a high pitch gasp. Wendy and I look over and see Bebe and Kyle walking towards us.

"OH MY GOD!" Bebe shrieks, "YOU LIKE ME?"