"Why, Bebe why?"
Bebe watched as the raven-haired girl threw herself onto the plush pink bed. Bebe frowned. None of that 'all natural' make-up had better get on her new comforter. "Wendy . . ."
Fists pounded the defenseless bed angrily, legs flailing with fury. Bebe was reaching out with a well-taken care off, manicured hand when Wendy shot back up.
"It's just not fair!" Wendy's voice hit a high and squawking pitch and Bebe withheld a flinch, instead running her still hovering hand through her hair, as if making sure her flawless golden locks were still tangle-free. They were.
The next moment Wendy was pacing, alternating between biting her knuckle and scuffing the polished wooden floor with her dollar-store sneakers.
"Wendy, sweetheart." Bebe started again, just to be cut off.
"Does he get off at it?" The brunette whirled, a wild look in her eyes. "I mean, dammit!" Her feet started their walking again. "He does this like it's all just a game. Like I'm some whore who doesn't mind having her heart ripped out over and over again and stomped on!"
Bebe rolled her eyes, thankfully without the seething girl noticing. "Hunny, you need to calm down." This time her hand landing on the God awful purple and green sweater that Wendy could never let go because Stan had bought it for her. "Let's go downstairs, grab you a pint of Mint ice cream and watch some ch-," she lost her words for a moment, Wendy loathed chick flicks. "Um, documentaries."
Aquamarine eyes turned to her and Bebe straightened, hoping she wouldn't be lunged at like the last time this happened. Instead, tears formed in the pits of Wendy's eyes and she took a step forward, sinking against Bebe.
Wendy sniffed, arms wrapping around the petite blonde's neck. "I'm giving up on men."
Bebe smiled faintly, her own arms wrapping around the others waist. "Yes dear, just like those other times." She was proud she didn't sound sarcastic. Not that she felt like being sarcastic. Nope.
Nuzzling her face comfortably between Bebe's breasts, Wendy sighed, clinging tighter even in the awkward position. "I'm serious. I hate being toyed with."
"I know." Bebe rubbed a hand against the girls back in a soothing circle. "Now, how about that ice cream?"
Wendy pulled away, smiling for the first time that day, tears still trailing down her foundation-free cheeks. "Thank you, Bebe. I love you. Seriously."
Bebe returned the smile and simply grabbed the slightly tanned hand with her own pale one, and lead Wendy from the room. "Love you too, sweetheart."