"Hey Bebe?" The young blonde girl turned on her red pumps and smiled at her (secret) best friend of three years. Wendy would slice her throat open and shove her dead body in an empty locker if she knew. But Wendy didn't know, and Bebe stood tall beaming at the brunette in front of her. "Yes Clyde?" she cooed, the words slowly slithering from between her pink glossed lips. Craig just looked at her with a dumb expression on his face. How had it come to this? Three years ago, he couldn't have even dreamed of this. "Nothing." Bebe looked up at him. The honey blonde hair she hated so much fell in a gorgeous curly waterfall down her small back as she tilted her head back to look at him. "Clyde, come on." She started walking towards Starks Pond, swaying her hips to an invisible beat as she led him on to their 3 year friendaversery picnic.
3 Years ago…
"Ahhh!" a blonde mess of curls hit the floor right in front of Clyde's feet. He immediately dropped to his knees and scooped her up. "Thanks." The flustered response was spoken straight into Clyde's letter jacket. The thirteen year olds looked at each other again. "Bebe?" Clyde stated dumbly in shock. "Clyde?" the young girl squealed and wrapped her arms around the half-witted jock. "Wow. I thought I'd never see you again Bebe… you came back." Bebe looked up at him. "The apple never falls far from the tree." Clyde didn't have the slightest idea what that meant, but he smiled anyways. "Wanna go out for tacos tonight?" Bebe threw her mass of hair back and laughed. "Of course."
Bebe spread a towel out on the icy ground. A brown wicker picnic basket sat in the center of the checker print fabric. The red-clad girl hummed t herself as she brought out food and plates. Clyde sat on the fabric next to her and stared at the girl. "Bebe?" he said again, looking at her. "Mmm?" Clyde took a deep breath, scooped her chin in his hand and turned her delicate head to look at him. "Bebe, I think I love you." Bebe was quiet. She was so quiet that Clyde let go of her and started to eat. Bebe didn't eat. An hour went by. Two. Clyde shifted uncomfortably. "Bebe, I'm sorry." With tears in his eyes, he stood up to go. He was notorious for being a crybaby. But Bebe reached up and grabbed his hand. "I love you too." He pulled her up and kissed her. Bebe gasped slightly. His warm lips enveloped hers in a way that reminded one of a jigsaw puzzle. A perfect fit. Thinking of this, she smiled against his lips and wrapped her arms around him. Bebe Stevens was in love with Clyde Donovan. It felt good to finally be able to know it. "Shit." Bebe said, pulling away. Clyde frowned and a deep, unforgiving bit of darkness crawled into him. "Wendy loves me…" she gently pressed against him and cried. Why couldn't she be happy? What had she ever done?