𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐬 / 𝐦𝐠𝐦𝐭

since i didn't drink very much i woke up relatively fine, just a small headache. i got up really early at 6 a.m and couldn't fall back to sleep so i spent some more time organizing my room before heading downstairs and making breakfast.

heidi won't eat any animal products at all so it's harder than i originally thought to make a meal everyone will eat in this household but vegan pancakes are easy enough. wheat flour, flaxseed, sugar, almond milk, and coconut oil are the only ingredients required but it's still much harder to make than normal pancakes and they don't even taste better. whatever. i  stack of four plates on top of one another and structure them next to the tower of pancakes so they can serve themselves. i'm not their maid. only part-time i am.

i walk back upstairs to wake everyone up and to get changed into day clothes. i stop at bebes room first because she's closest to the staircase. her room is bebe-ified already. the clothes not in her suitcase are strewn messily about the floor and she has two dumped over make-up bags on the vanity, probably from getting ready last night. she's tightly wrapped and curled up into a pink zebra print blanket sleeping quietly.

"bebe. it's time to get up." i gently shake her awake. "no." she croaks and dives under the covers. "i made pancakes?" she slowly moves out from underneath. "vegan?" she asks, already assuming the worst of me. but she's right. "does it really matter?" i try to deflect. bebe hates heidi's alternative foods. she calls it 'weird hippie shit'. "ugh." she grumbles and reluctantly gets out of bed. her curly blonde hair is messy, but somehow she still looks gorgeous. she has light weight satin pajamas on from victoria's secret, which i know for a fact is where they're from, because clyde kept complaining to everyone in class that she brought him into "the boobie store" to trap him.

"you can go now." she rolls her eyes at me while she makes her bed slowly, and lazily. i don't even see why she bothered when she's going to do it like that.

"fine." i mock her bitchy behavior and follow her wishes, leaving her door closed and moving onto butters. she's so cranky in the morning. "good morning butters." i say, popping my head into his doorway. he's already up. "mornin!" he responds cheerily, working away at his computer. "what are you doing?" i ask. it's not like we have homework or anything right? "playing the sims." he answers, not looking away from the screen this time.

"alright. there's vegan pancakes downstairs if you're hungry." i say before closing his door. his room is very nice. he picked the blue room i was considering earlier. wendy's room is at the end of the hallway and then heidi's is to it's left. mine is at the very top of the staircase and me and heidi share a wall.

i knock on wendy's door but she doesn't respond. i open it anyways to find she isn't there. she probably stayed the night at stan's house or something. "heidi, i made you some vegan pancakes downstairs." i say, opening her door. she's asleep ontop of the covers and is the complete opposite of bebe in the morning. very sweet, but looks kind of crazy until she warms up to the day. "thanks. i'll be down soon." she sits up and smiles at me through half-lidded eyes.

i close her door gently and enter my own room. i put my clothes in the disco ball closet this morning which makes it a lot easier to chose an outfit. riffling through bags gets old quick. it's supposed to be a little chilly today so i decide on something a little warmer before returning downstairs to have a pancake or two.

"y/n, where's wendy?" bebe asks me through a mouthful of syrupy vegan pancake. her's have turned to mush on her sticky plate, the syrup threatening to spill onto the table. "i don't know. she wasn't in her room so try stan's house maybe?" i shrug, holding onto my plate.

"'kay." she mumbles pushing her disgusting looking remnants of a pancake around. "too much syrup?" heidi comments. her pancake is completely dry. no butter. no syrup, just pancake and jam. "yes." she gets out of her chair and dumps the soggy scraps into the trash, placing the plate in the sink. i make a note to do the dishes later before heading out on a walk. "i'll see you guys later." i notify everyone im leaving while i put my shoes on. "can i come? i'm going to go find wendy i think." bebe asks but doesn't wait for an answer to slide her shoes on. "sure." i kind of wanted a quiet, calm, peaceful walk, but bebes fun to talk to. "good luck!" butters shouts from the table while waving goodbye as we exit.

"where are you going to start?" i query with my hands deep in my jacket pockets. it's colder than i expected. "i'm going to check the beach first, make sure she's not dead, than go to hawthorn hill." she explains holding her arms close to her body for warmth. "that's a good plan. did you bring your phone?" kind of a dumb question. bebe always has her phone. "duh? who am i? heidi?" she smiles at the ground and kicks a rock out of boredom. "see you later. i'll text you if i find her." she tears off down the path to the hilly beach me and kyle were at previously.

despite the cold temperature, it is still a good day for a walk. the sun takes forever to rise on the island so the sky is a beautiful shade of light pink and blue as i stroll down the gravely tracks made to get around. i wonder if they hire landscapers, or the land is just naturally maintained. i have a feeling it's the former.

i make a couple laps around the island taking about thirty minutes before i come to the spot that leads up to hawthorn, finding a distraught bebe. "oh my god. bebe what happened?"

earlier... (bebe's pov)

wendy wasn't on the beach (thank god) so now that just leaves stans house to check. unless she went to nichole's? either way, i'm only checking hawthorn. it takes longer to get to windcourt from the beach, and it's not like she's in danger or anything like that. i'd like to check out the mainland for a bit too. maybe do some shopping while i'm there? tolkien's birthdays coming up and i need to get him something.

i knock on the door of the house but no one answers so i just walk in. i'll have to tell clyde to lock it before he goes to bed. what if someone kills him or something like that glass onion movie! well. probably not going to happen considering we're surrounded by an ocean.

kyle's hanging out on the couch watching tv in his pajamas and barely acknowledges me, or the fact i broke into his house. whatever. his death! they have a two story home which is built similarly to ours but decorated very differently. also, we've been here two days and their house is trashed. they must have pre-gamed or something here cause there is cups everywhere. i don't know which room is who's so i just open the first door i see which happens to be kenny's room.

"hey bebe." he winks. "looking for someone?" he traces a heart with his fingers on his bedspread jokingly, not breaking eye contact with me. "not you." i shut his door quickly and i hear him groan from the other side. if i wasn't with clyde, i might consider going out with kenny. he is, at the very least, cute.

the next door i open is stan's room, but there is no wendy, or stan for that matter. she's at nichole's then. kind of a waste of my time but it's nice to get out of the house anyways. and i can spend some time with clyde while i'm here! his room has a paper sign taped on the front labeling it, so there is no mistaking which room is his.

i turn the door handle, but change my expression into a stern one when i remember he was pissing me off last night. he was drinking way too much and acting a fool, and at tolkien's he just ran off to bed.

i open the door again, expecting a hung over clyde, but instead i'm met with a passed out clyde. and wendy? both are lazily dressed with the covers thrown haphazardly over themselves in an attempt to regain some warmth. i don't know how much warmth they could possibly be missing with their bodies rubbing together like that though. "what. the. FUCK." i shriek. what the hell is wendy doing in bed with clyde?

"what the fuck?" i yell again, this time successfully waking both of them up. they both look shocked upon waking up, then horrified when they realize it's me. their best friend and girlfriend respectively. "bebe it's not what it looks like." clyde tries to explain. "then what the fuck is going on clyde? a wrestling match?" i retort. how dumb does he truly think i am? "wendy what the hell? i was looking for you!" i yell again, unable to control all the emotions i'm currently feeling. betrayal, sadness, anger, frustration, disappointment, rage, are the ones standing out to me- and mostly betrayal.

she stutters nervously, or maybe out of shock from being caught. is this the first time? how long have they been fucking behind my back? what stds could she have passed onto me? "fuck you two!" i run out of the house, thundering down the steps. kyle sure as fuck acknowledged my presence now. i'm also sure he can fill in the blanks on what happened.

i exit the house consumed with rage, but immediately break down on the porch. why would they do this to me? did i do something? was i not good enough? i thought i was doing it all right? showing up and supporting? i did all the correct things friends and girlfriends are supposed to do? how could they do this? i see y/n there and another figure in the distance, but that doesn't worry me right now.

present... (y/n's pov)

"and then- and then- i found them in bed together!" she bawls and sputters between her words. i rub her back to try and comfort her but i don't think i'll be of much help. "i'm going to literally kill that bitch." she suddenly stops bawling, slowing to tears leaking out of her eyes silently. "im going to actually kill her." she repeats. "bebe.." i trail off. what am i supposed to say? she has every right to feel that way now but wendy is my friend too. "let's go inside, huh?" i ask in an attempt to soothe her. she nods her head silently, still leaking tears from her pale green eyes.

for one second my eyes leave bebe and notice stan hovering nearby. he had to have heard. i should text kyle letting him know, which is exactly what i do on the way while attempting to calm bebe.

when we get home i text tolkien about the situation and he says he's going to gather everyone for a meeting to discuss it, otherwise it's going to be real awkward when they find out themselves. also because bebe and her threats of murder. told you that the island had its fair share of criminals still, no matter how private.

tolkien creates a large groupchat with everyone's numbers a few minutes later and gathers them all at last nights party scene which is kind of like a communal bonfire area. i don't know why he couldn't have used one of the old ones, but whatever.

"okay. good morning guys. now what happened last night?" tolkien asks. the beach is completely quiet, with only the sounds of wind rustling the leaves and the waves crashing against the shore heard in the background. without the tense aura it would be quite serene, but very quickly, an eruption of detailed explanations from everyone's nights and personal drama come forward. tolkien looks around overwhelmed. so does tweek but he always does that.

"hold on. wendy, please go first." he clarifies and directs all attention towards her. at this point, whispers have gone around the group and everyone is informed (to varying degrees) of the main situation at hand. wendy meets tolkien's eyes with horror but gains her composure quickly and clears her throat, preparing to speak. "last night clyde and i, like everyone, got drunk. with our impaired judgement, we wandered off to windcourt manor and fucked." she pauses to take a breath and a few people gasp at her bluntness. "oh my god. stop acting like we are the first people to ever sex." she crosses her arms and leans back on the bench annoyed.

i look over at bebe, who looks like she's calmed down a little. she's holding her face in her hands silently which is a much better reaction when you compare it to her previous one of bawling, yelling, twitching, and threatening to kill people. "you fucking slut." bebe removes her hands from her face and shakes her head smiling. "we've been here like two fucking days and you already fucked another guy. watch out nichole." she continues, exchanging her happy exterior for a more serious one.

everyone is silent again after this, including wendy. normally wendy fights back against these allegations (which trust me, is often when you're as pretty as her) but I think she realizes she really isn't in a place to at this point in time. "i am so sorry bebe." she replies calmly in a remorseful tone. "shut up bitch." bebe says angrily, grabbing her jacket off the wooden bench and walking back to our home. oh shit. we all live together.

"what about you clyde? anything you think you should add?" craig probes in an attempt to instigate more drama. his accusing tone doesn't bring about a verbal response from clyde, but it does make him start crying, halfway to uncontrollably. "so are you guys a couple now?" butters asks hestitantly and considering the situation at hand, ignorantly. "butters. please shut the fuck up." wendy keeps her calm demeanor, rubbing her forehead in an attempt to stay that way.

jimmy is chewing on his bottom lip and looking around at all of us. he looks deep in thought which is kind of rare for him. he always is just speaking whatever is on his brain which makes him a great stand up comedian and not so great to hangout with all the time. our class had to attended our teachers funeral one year and as they were lowering the casket he said 'so no homework this weekend?' and her daughter started sobbing.

he's sitting on the bench closest to the tree with the same kids he was just smoking with last night. craig, tweek, butters, and kenny. i'm sitting with heidi, kyle, nichole, and clyde. the bench infront of me currently holds wendy alone and tolkien is just standing near the scraps of the nights bonfire. no one has spoken since bebe's departure and everyone looks uncomfortable apart from craig and kenny who just look uninterested. everyone's cold, hungover, and still in the clothes they slept in, whether that's pajamas or day wear depends on how fucked up they got last night. "can we go home now or did anyone else cheat on their girlfriend?" kyle blurts out loudly and stands up preparing to leave. he looks around at all of us and when no one answers his question he storms off back to hawthorn hill.

clyde's crying has slowed to an occasional sniffle but he still looks incredibly sad. he hasn't made eye contact with anyone here and has opted instead to stare at the ground intently. "then there were eleven." craig smiles genuinely amused by the situation.

"hey, where's stan?" i look around the group and re-count the people. no stan. "what do you mean?" kenny squints confused at me and waits for my answer. "stan isn't here." i state confidently. i can't decide if him not being here is for the better or worse. probably better. "shit. he probably blacked out somewhere." kenny looks around at everyone to confirm i'm not lying. "shit." he says again. "i'll find him." and he runs off too.

craig holds up ten fingers to me while still smiling- it might be the longest he ever has. "alright well seriously, is there anything else?" i say restating kyle's question. "tweek tried kissing me last night." craig shrugs. he wasn't smiling anymore. "craig!" tweek isn't smiling either.

"what the fuck? i told you to keep it a secret asshole!" tweek yells frantically and looks around panicked before starting to breathe heavy. "relax tweek. it's fine." craig attempts to calm him down, owing to the fact it's his fault. "not cool craig," wendy shakes her head. "you know what else isn't cool wendy? any guesses?" he mocks angrily and puts his hands on the shoulders of a shaking tweek still trying to calm him down. "okay, everyone calm down." nichole tries to diffuse the situation but it also shut down by craig. "fuck off nichole. don't you have a dick to go suck?" tolkien and nichole both look offended and equally embarassed. he just keeps digging himself a deeper hole. "really craig? seriously just calm down." heidi says offended, standing up for nichole. "maybe if you continue to dick-ride wendy she'll fuck you too. you know relationships don't stop her, right?" he smiles and laughs at his own joke.

"craig go back to fucking bed. i'm tired of your shit bro." tolkien confronts him. i'm not interested in getting flamed by craig and opt instead to share shocked reactions with butters at each comeback. "you're tired of MY shit? okay." craig brings his hands up in surrender and angrily zips his jacket before storming off back to his house. "are you coming tweek?" he yells about halfway to the door. "no. you're acting like a dick." tweek shouts back with a sad waver in his voice. "i don't give a fuck." he throws his hands in the air and walks angrily to the door, slamming it loudly.

"it's kind of hard to take him seriously when he has starry pajamas on." wendy quips. "he's always loved the stars." tweek says quietly to no one in particular. "if he loves them so much, why doesn't he fuck them?" jimmy hangs his mouth open in a smile awaiting a response. "isn't it marry? like, why doesn't he marry them?" butters asks confused. "shut up butters." clyde mumbles still too afraid to make eye contact with anyone. "well. very nice meeting guys. informative, inspiring, eye-opening. hope we have a next one thats not centered around infidelity! bye bye!" butters waves, hangs his blanket he brought over his shoulder, then returns back to our home.

"yeah. wendy and heidi are you coming?" i wait for a response before deciding to leave too. "i'm going to collect some shells as a souvenir before i return home." heidi replies. "you don't mind if i join, do you?" wendy asks. heidi smiles and shakes her head 'no' and they retreat down to the beach. i slightly pick up my pace to catch up with butters slow walking speed.

"crazy meeting. what do you think?" i ask him once i've caught up. "i saw it coming." he answers keeping his head straight and his path focused. "what do you mean?" how did butters see wendy cheating on her long time boyfriend, stan, with his frenemy, clyde, who's also in a relationship with her best friend since 3rd grade of all people? "they were acting weird at the party i thought." he kind of shrugs at me. "oh." i'm suprised butters picked up on anything since he was with the smokers anyways. "oh." he copies contently.

butters unlocks the door and holds it open for me like the gentleman he is, then we both file away quietly to our rooms. i ended up choosing the room with the balcony and the disco ball closet because a. balcony and b. disco ball closet! i walk in and flop back on my bed exhausted from the draining meeting and the early morning combination. i sit up to crawl back under the covers when i notice someone on the balcony. "hello? who is it?" if this was colorado i would call 9-1-1 immediately,