Style Oneshots - Catlala47

💕 PDA 💕

"Which couple at this school do you think shows the most PDA?" Lola asked, holding an imaginary microphone up to Tweeks mouth.

"Do I have to answe--"

Tweek frowned again when Jenny cut him off. "Yup! You have to answer!"

"Gah! Fine! Probably Stan and Kyle, they're always lovely dovey in the middle of class. It even distracts me sometimes!" Tweek complained.

"Good to know, good to know," Jenny mumbled while writing down Tweeks answer on the once blank piece of paper.

"Is that everyth--"

Tweek literally face palmed when he got cut off a third time, this time by Lola again. "Yeah, that's everything! Thanks, Tweek!"

Lola grabbed Jenny by the wrist and began running down the hallway, screaming something along the lines of "to our next victim!"

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Wendy and Bebe walked through the halls after the bell rang. Which meant break was over, and passing period had begun.

The two had been too busy talking to each other to ask any of the boys the question during break.

"Hey Wends, should we go ask Butters over there?" Bebe asked, pointing to Butters standing in front of his locker.

After Wendy said yes, they walked over to Butters. Bebe lifted a hand and tapped Butters on the shoulder.

"Huh? Oh, heya fellas!" Butters cooed, turning around to face the two girls.

"We have a question for you!"

"Oh? Well, ask away!" Butters said through a sweet smile.

"Which couple at this school do you think shows the most PDA?" Wendy asked, reading the question she had written on everyone's paper on her own paper.

Butters' jaw dropped, and he stared at the two girls. "Are you sure we're allowed to talk about that?" Butters asked, his voice shaky.

"I'm sure the couples at this school wouldn't mind being talked about," Bebe stated, a hand on her hip.

"Well, I'm not tryna be rude or anything. But..." Butters trailed off. He pointed a finger somewhere in the hallway and purposely avoided looking at what he was pointing at.

Both Wendy and Bebe whipped their heads around to see where Butters was pointing.

Stan and Kyle came walking down the hallway, hand in hand, laughing.

"Oh, dude! Did you see the look on Mr. Mackey's face?! Priceless!" Wendy and Bebe overheard Kyle say.

"I know, right? I'm gonna be laughing about that all week!" Stan replied, holding back laughter.

Stan then quickly wrapped an arm around Kyle's waist, stopping the ginger from walking. "What is it?" Kyle asked.

Stan stared at Kyle for a moment, admiring his features. At least, that's what it looked like to Wendy and Bebe.

"Sorry, Kyle," Stan said. "It's just that our classroom is right here, you almost walked past it."

Kyle turned to the classroom's door, and realized that Stan was correct. "Oh..." Kyle muttered. His voice almost sounded disappointed, as if he was expecting something else from Stan.

Stan smiled at Kyle, then took his hand in his again and walked into the classroom with Kyle following closely behind.

Bebe slowly leaned closer to Wendy, then whispered in her ear. "Is it just me or is there some serious tension between those two?"