A./N.: Inspired by a poem whose title is unknown to me. It isn't the whole thing, just the parts that my friend had written in the caption of her Facebook profile picture. It's how I think our beloved SP characters will grow up. There's going to be... about 20 chapters. And, yeah.

And We Couldn't Wait to Grow Up;*

Characters: Wendy, Bebe, Red

Short Story #1; Lollipops Turn into Cigarettes

The ends of their white sticks used to have round, crystallized red candy. Sugar/glucose-fructose, glycerin, natural and artificial flavours, and countless other un-pronounceable and science-y terms that, to a group of nine-year-old girls, was referred to as "other stuff" that supposedly gave Double Bubble Blow-Pops their "inhumanly" delicious taste were listed in a tiny print on an even tinier piece of wrapper that usually got tossed onto the floor – be it a sidewalk or the school hallways – or shoved into the front pockets of their jeans.

But that was back then.

Now, a different kind of litter infiltrated their pockets, sidewalks, and sometimes even school desks. A different kind of white stick that had more ingredients than the average blow-pops, just about over 3000 more ingredients, and their names would probably make one think twice before putting something like that in their bodies.

Bebe Stevens, your average blonde-haired, blue-eyed beauty who could make any girl develop an eating disorder just by being right next to her would always buy them. She had been the first to develop of her friends, and that made her shaped like a grown woman; curved nicely around the hips, voluptuous body (that would make even a player like Kenny McCormick speechless), and the winning smile, with straight, pearly whites that made everyone think she was held back maybe at least two years. Besides the fact, of course, that she was also a straight-A student, so that left out that theory. But, anyways...

Standing behind South Park High, Bebe, along with her two best friends, Wendy Testaburger and Rebecca Tucker (affectionately referred to as "Red") who look very similar, with the same hair length and style, except that Wendy had ink-coloured, shiny hair and Red had... well, red hair. She was in no way a ginger; she didn't have any freckles, but she was pale – but then again, how can one be tan in a mountain town ? – and most defiantly had a soul.

It was quiet behind the school; it was far from the main road and occasionally a car (or two) would pass, the cold Colorado air would blow through the bare trees and would play with the slightly grey smoke from the cigarettes, twisting it into complex swirls until the particles were so far away from each other you couldn't see it anymore. Once or twice each girl would cough when they didn't inhale properly, breaking the silent and peaceful atmosphere.

Oh, they got questioned about it a lot, but easily shot back (a little angrily) phrases like

"It's my body,"

"Whatever,"

"It's not like it's crack or something,"

"Why do you care ?"

Typical responses from typical, rebellious teenagers.;

A./N.: Fff— 447 words, not including the A./N. or the other stuff at the beginning. Good thing I didn't do drabbles. No way could I write only 100 words. I'm such a fail writer. ; - ;

But, uhm, you don't have to, but, can you review, plox ? It'd be nice to know someone's reading...