Post by poofballcupcake on Jun 4, 2010 2:18:00 GMT -5
Bebe Stevens was seventeen years old. Way to old for such a childish job that was offered to her. She would have turned it down until she knew exactly what family she was babysitting for. The address was semi familiar. She had an experience in a club house with a boy who lived there at age eight. She had broken it off when they were kids, he wasn’t ready and they were too young. She had not gotten over that sweet ass though and now his parents asked her to come help them out.
He had a younger brother apparently.
It was mild curiosity that brought her here on the Broflovski family doorstep. She was still dressed in her cheerleading uniform; she had just come from practice. She held her breath in anticipation at who would answer the door. A nice looking older man in a yarmulke answered the door.
“Oh Bebe, so happy you made it on time.”
“No problem Mr. Broflovski, I’m-”
“GERALD GERALD COME AND TALK SO COMMON SENSE INTO YOUR SON HERE!”
“Mom I’m fine stop nagging.”
“Kyle you will not wear your hat in your college interview!”
“I won’t mom, I’ll just wear in on the way over there.”
“And mess up your new haircut? Take that hat off and leave it behind young man, your head can be uncovered for one day of your life!”
Gerald grimaced and held the door open wider.
“Come in Bebe, I’ve got to attend to some..family issues.”
Bebe shyly walked in and stood at the door to the dining room. Mrs. Broflovski stood in the center of room yelling at her almost adult son, Mr. Broflovski stood in between them and Kyle stood at the door way to the kitchen. All three arguing.
Bebe stood back ignoring the shouting and just admired. Kyle had grown tall and lean, his poofy red hair trimmed down some in a respectable haircut. Curly on top, trimmed sides, sideburns intact. Kyle was dressed in a dress shirt and tie and even Bebe had to side with Kyle’s mom. The worn green ushanka only took away from the classy clothes Kyle was wearing. He was trying to impress some fancy college representatives with how he looked as well as his smarts. He looked good in that outfit, damn good.
Bebe moved a bit, back pressed to the wall, trying not to be noticed in the fight, trying to get a back view of her childhood crush. Almost in an afterthought she noticed a young boy with a tuft of black hair, dark eyes and a flappy head. He sure as hell didn’t look like the rest of the family. He sat curled up in the corner of the room, nose deep in a thick book. The book looked too big and too hard for such a young boy to read. This kid must be as smart as his older brother but right now he looked like he was just trying to block out the shouting. He must be the kid she was to watch overnight. The younger Broflovski boy.
Bebe moved closer to the boy and leaned down to read over his shoulder. She prided herself on being not only beautiful but also intelligent but got a bit disappointed in herself as she didn’t understand a few words in the one sentence she read. She felt a bit embarrassed to ask about the book, she just stared wide eyed at the other three Broflovski’s arguing.
Bebe might have been acting shy but Ike had noticed when she leaned over. Damn these were the girls that went to Kyle’s school? That cheerleading uniform was awfully low cut and she was blonde and older, Ike assuming she was in the same grade as Kyle. What was it with him and older blondes? Ike had forgotten about his book and gave her a sideways glance. He noticed her eyeing Kyle as his parents stopped screaming at eachother and finally brought her into the conversation. It had taken them that long to notice her? How could anyone miss her? He bet people stared at her as she walked down the street. She was that hot.
Mrs. Broflovski was the main source of the shouting, she finally shut up, getting her way as Kyle placed his hat on the dining room table with a sigh.
“You babysitter, come here.”
Bebe gave Kyle a small wave.
“Hi there Kyle, you look very nice.”
Kyle rolled his eyes.
“Thanks Bebe, I guess.”
“Kyle be respectful to this young lady. Now Bebe, Ike already had dinner. You should make sure he finishes up his homework and reads 50 pages of John Steinback before 10pm. He is allowed to have a snack but be sure to monitor what he watches on TV. When bedtime arrives make sure he showers and brushes his teeth. You can use the restroom the boys share and sleep in Kyle’s room. We’ll be back sometime tomorrow morning, hopefully with a future law student.”
Bebe’s eyes bugged out when she realized Mrs. Broflovski wanted her to sleep in Kyle’s bedroom. Kyle spoke up in protest.
“She’s gonna sleep in my room? Mom!”
“I- I can sleep on the couch if you want me to Kyle.”
“No, no, no dear. Kyle will be hospitable and let his friend sleep in his room for the night.”
“Bebe’s not really my friend mom, I hardly know her from school.”
Bebe’s mouth dropped open at what he just said. Did he not notice any of the stuff she did around the school? His best friend was a football player for fucks sake. They always hung out when Wendy and Stan were around. She assumed they were friends. What a jerk!
Ike cocked an eyebrow at what Kyle had said about the new babysitter. Kyle didn’t consider her a friend? How could his own brother be smart enough to try and get into law school yet still be so dumb when it came to women? Ike was a bit happy he was adopted if it was a genetic trait the Broflovski family had. Not choosing the right women. Ike loved his mom but sometimes wondered why his father had chosen to marry her.
Ike’s dark Canadian eyes watched from over the edge of the book he was reading as Kyle and his parents gave Bebe last minute instructions. His dad handed Bebe some written instructions and Kyle told Bebe ‘not to touch any of his stuff.’ Ike’s mom went over to give him a hug and a kiss. Aw mom, not in front of her, he was trying to look cool.
After receiving his mother’s smothering embrace everyone left. Ike looked on at his new baby sitter. She sat at the table, playing with the ear flap of Kyle’s abandoned ushanka. Her head down, curls hiding the expression on her face.
Ike placed a book mark in his novel and got up. He sat down across from her. Looking into her face.
“He didn’t mean it.”
“Huh?”
“Kyle’s just nervous about his interview. He does that to me all the time. Puts me down or tells me I’m stupid, he doesn’t mean it. He does it when under stress.”
“Well Ike is it? It just makes me question all this time I’ve known him. Since we were little kids, I kissed him when we were eight for fucks sake!”
Ike thought back to his first love and how she had thrown herself off a building when the cops finally caught them. He reached for Bebe’s hand, this situation all too familiar, older woman confessing her problems.
“And how was that?”
“We kissed and he ran off, yelling how sick and wrong it was. I got a good look at him and then went for another boy who would play truth or dare with me the way I wanted to. I told Wendy to come up with that dare and later on Wendy came up with the brilliant plan to dare Stan to pull down his pants and he ran off screaming. Stan I understand him running off, and Clyde cried and ran as well, worried at what Wendy would dare him to do next. Why must all boys run away screaming from me, why..why am I telling you all this? You’re just a kid!”
Ike had been massaging Bebe’s left hand but she pulled away, a confused expression on her face.
He had a younger brother apparently.
It was mild curiosity that brought her here on the Broflovski family doorstep. She was still dressed in her cheerleading uniform; she had just come from practice. She held her breath in anticipation at who would answer the door. A nice looking older man in a yarmulke answered the door.
“Oh Bebe, so happy you made it on time.”
“No problem Mr. Broflovski, I’m-”
“GERALD GERALD COME AND TALK SO COMMON SENSE INTO YOUR SON HERE!”
“Mom I’m fine stop nagging.”
“Kyle you will not wear your hat in your college interview!”
“I won’t mom, I’ll just wear in on the way over there.”
“And mess up your new haircut? Take that hat off and leave it behind young man, your head can be uncovered for one day of your life!”
Gerald grimaced and held the door open wider.
“Come in Bebe, I’ve got to attend to some..family issues.”
Bebe shyly walked in and stood at the door to the dining room. Mrs. Broflovski stood in the center of room yelling at her almost adult son, Mr. Broflovski stood in between them and Kyle stood at the door way to the kitchen. All three arguing.
Bebe stood back ignoring the shouting and just admired. Kyle had grown tall and lean, his poofy red hair trimmed down some in a respectable haircut. Curly on top, trimmed sides, sideburns intact. Kyle was dressed in a dress shirt and tie and even Bebe had to side with Kyle’s mom. The worn green ushanka only took away from the classy clothes Kyle was wearing. He was trying to impress some fancy college representatives with how he looked as well as his smarts. He looked good in that outfit, damn good.
Bebe moved a bit, back pressed to the wall, trying not to be noticed in the fight, trying to get a back view of her childhood crush. Almost in an afterthought she noticed a young boy with a tuft of black hair, dark eyes and a flappy head. He sure as hell didn’t look like the rest of the family. He sat curled up in the corner of the room, nose deep in a thick book. The book looked too big and too hard for such a young boy to read. This kid must be as smart as his older brother but right now he looked like he was just trying to block out the shouting. He must be the kid she was to watch overnight. The younger Broflovski boy.
Bebe moved closer to the boy and leaned down to read over his shoulder. She prided herself on being not only beautiful but also intelligent but got a bit disappointed in herself as she didn’t understand a few words in the one sentence she read. She felt a bit embarrassed to ask about the book, she just stared wide eyed at the other three Broflovski’s arguing.
Bebe might have been acting shy but Ike had noticed when she leaned over. Damn these were the girls that went to Kyle’s school? That cheerleading uniform was awfully low cut and she was blonde and older, Ike assuming she was in the same grade as Kyle. What was it with him and older blondes? Ike had forgotten about his book and gave her a sideways glance. He noticed her eyeing Kyle as his parents stopped screaming at eachother and finally brought her into the conversation. It had taken them that long to notice her? How could anyone miss her? He bet people stared at her as she walked down the street. She was that hot.
Mrs. Broflovski was the main source of the shouting, she finally shut up, getting her way as Kyle placed his hat on the dining room table with a sigh.
“You babysitter, come here.”
Bebe gave Kyle a small wave.
“Hi there Kyle, you look very nice.”
Kyle rolled his eyes.
“Thanks Bebe, I guess.”
“Kyle be respectful to this young lady. Now Bebe, Ike already had dinner. You should make sure he finishes up his homework and reads 50 pages of John Steinback before 10pm. He is allowed to have a snack but be sure to monitor what he watches on TV. When bedtime arrives make sure he showers and brushes his teeth. You can use the restroom the boys share and sleep in Kyle’s room. We’ll be back sometime tomorrow morning, hopefully with a future law student.”
Bebe’s eyes bugged out when she realized Mrs. Broflovski wanted her to sleep in Kyle’s bedroom. Kyle spoke up in protest.
“She’s gonna sleep in my room? Mom!”
“I- I can sleep on the couch if you want me to Kyle.”
“No, no, no dear. Kyle will be hospitable and let his friend sleep in his room for the night.”
“Bebe’s not really my friend mom, I hardly know her from school.”
Bebe’s mouth dropped open at what he just said. Did he not notice any of the stuff she did around the school? His best friend was a football player for fucks sake. They always hung out when Wendy and Stan were around. She assumed they were friends. What a jerk!
Ike cocked an eyebrow at what Kyle had said about the new babysitter. Kyle didn’t consider her a friend? How could his own brother be smart enough to try and get into law school yet still be so dumb when it came to women? Ike was a bit happy he was adopted if it was a genetic trait the Broflovski family had. Not choosing the right women. Ike loved his mom but sometimes wondered why his father had chosen to marry her.
Ike’s dark Canadian eyes watched from over the edge of the book he was reading as Kyle and his parents gave Bebe last minute instructions. His dad handed Bebe some written instructions and Kyle told Bebe ‘not to touch any of his stuff.’ Ike’s mom went over to give him a hug and a kiss. Aw mom, not in front of her, he was trying to look cool.
After receiving his mother’s smothering embrace everyone left. Ike looked on at his new baby sitter. She sat at the table, playing with the ear flap of Kyle’s abandoned ushanka. Her head down, curls hiding the expression on her face.
Ike placed a book mark in his novel and got up. He sat down across from her. Looking into her face.
“He didn’t mean it.”
“Huh?”
“Kyle’s just nervous about his interview. He does that to me all the time. Puts me down or tells me I’m stupid, he doesn’t mean it. He does it when under stress.”
“Well Ike is it? It just makes me question all this time I’ve known him. Since we were little kids, I kissed him when we were eight for fucks sake!”
Ike thought back to his first love and how she had thrown herself off a building when the cops finally caught them. He reached for Bebe’s hand, this situation all too familiar, older woman confessing her problems.
“And how was that?”
“We kissed and he ran off, yelling how sick and wrong it was. I got a good look at him and then went for another boy who would play truth or dare with me the way I wanted to. I told Wendy to come up with that dare and later on Wendy came up with the brilliant plan to dare Stan to pull down his pants and he ran off screaming. Stan I understand him running off, and Clyde cried and ran as well, worried at what Wendy would dare him to do next. Why must all boys run away screaming from me, why..why am I telling you all this? You’re just a kid!”
Ike had been massaging Bebe’s left hand but she pulled away, a confused expression on her face.