Haha okay, this is an RP that I did with this awesome person "Insanity-girl" on DeviantART. =D

I was Bebe, and she's Dylan/Red goth. We just commented back to each others' comments, and that's how we made the whole story, so sorry if it's a bit choppy...

Bebe walks up towards the dark corner of the school. She could see the goth kids in their usual spot. Slowly, she came closer to them, twirling her thumbs and messing with her jewelry. Coming this close to so much depression, and these goth kids, made her uncomfortable and a bit intimidated. Not that she'd let anyone else know that.

"H- Hey Dylan." She attempted to control her shaking voice. "It is Dylan, right?"

Dylan glared at the other, flicking a bit of hair out of his face. "Why do you ask, conformist?" He said, throwing a used cigarette behind his head.

Bebe watches the old cigarette fly through the air as it was thrown, and a million uneasy thoughts fly through her head. But she just looked around to make sure there were no witnesses, then stepped closer to the creepy kids.

"Um... I heard this was the place to get some cigarettes," Bebe paused and looked around again. "is that right?"

"You think we'll just give you one?" Dylan said in his normal quiet voice. "Why do you need one?" It was strange that someone was actually approaching them; much less asking for a cigarette. He flicked some hair out of his face, frowning.

Bebe was still nervous and intimidated, but she tried her hardest not to let it show. "well, I- uh..." as expected, she fail miserably. Taking in a deep breath, she reached into her pocket and Pulled out a couple of folded up bills. "this is two weeks of my allowance money. I, um, I'm sure it can buy me something..." she mumbled.

Dylan stared at her in disbelief. "How much?" He asked, lighting another one of his cigarettes.

Bebe watched him light his cigarette until he was looking at her again. She looked down instantly, unable to hold his gaze. She just stared at the money instead. Right! The money. "it's... Uh..." crap she didn't remember. She had counted it before she came! This wasn't that hard! Frantically she began counting the bills.

Sighing again, she started over. "it's twelve dollars.. If- if that's not enough, I've got some more in a piggy bank, but-" Bebe tried to control herself. She had never been this tongue tied before and she didn't know what the hell was the wrong with her. It was just a goth kid.

"Tch... Just keep your money." Dylan sighed as he brought his cigarette to his lips. He reached in his pocket and pulled out a new one. "Here, conformist." He said, wondering why she was even here. She would have to cut class to get here right now. And to ask for a cigarette out of the blue... Hm.

Hesitantly, Bebe reached out and took the cigarette that was offered to her. Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out the lighter she had borrowed from her friend. It was hard to keep Fayeth off her trail, and she was suspicious as it was, but the minute Bebe lit her cigarette and took her first breath, she knew it was worth it.

She coughed out smoke, not completely used to smoking yet. But she had longed for one ever since she finished off the two she had stolen from her mother. Bebe put the cigarette back in her mouth and looked around for stragglers that may have stumbled on her secret, but at finding none she turned back to Dylan.

"You... You won't tell anyone about this, right?" She asked.

Dylan took his own cigarette out of his mouth, a frown plastered permanently on his lips. "Why are you asking for one?" He looked at her for a moment. "And why so hesitant?" When she asked her question, if he wasn't so... depressed all the time, he would have laughed. "Oh; maybe." Like he had anyone to tell. He put the cigarette back to his lips.

"Well, I thought you of all people would know why I asked." With a cigarette, Bebe began to feel more relaxed, and she indicated to the cigarette. "They're addicting."

She didn't like the next question very much. She didn't want to admit she was scared of them. "It... I was just unsure of how to ask. And I was worried that you wouldn't give one to me... I've got no other way of getting one.." Lame excuse, but it was better then the truth, she thought.

"What? MAYBE?" Bebe whipped her head over to stare intently at the goth kid. "No! You can't tell anybody about this! That- That would completely ruin everything I worked for! If anybody..." Bebe began to trail off. While she stared at the goth kid, he stared right back at her, and she began to feel her old fear crawl up her spine.

These kids knew nothing of consequences. They felt no fear towards punishment. She remembered hearing a rumor that they killed the vampire kid, Mike Makowski. Or at least make him "disappear". She would do best not to piss them off. She was already smoking their cigarettes, it would probably be best not to push her luck.

"They are. But that means you've had them before. They can't just be addicting when you haven't had one." Dylan sighed. "I don't even want to know." When she answered his next question, he shook his head. "You're lying. Do you think I'm stupid or something?" He asked, looking at the ground. Dylan looked back up at her. "You know there's no one to tell- I don't talk to anyone in our beyond South Park.

Bebe shrugged, wanting to tell the story anyway. "After I was banned from cough syrup, I saw my mom smoking some of these and stole a couple of hers. So what? I heard they relieve stress!" Bebe sighed, leaning against the wall to get a bit more comfortable. "Works like a charm." Then Bebe turned her head to look down at Dylan. "What? No, I don't think you're stupid! Why do you care so much anyway?" She took another puff of her cigarette, closing her eyes. "But with that one I guess you're right. I'm sure I can trust you. Besides," Bebe opened one eye slightly. "Without you there is no secret. So I don't really have a choice, do I?"

"Hm," Dylan answered simply, having talked so much in one day is throat hurt. He frowned at the next answer... Uh, question. This time when he answered, his voice cracked. "Everyone is afraid of us- that's your reason, right?" He forced out, and then nodding in reply to the next statement.

Bebe decided to leave the conversation at that. She came to smoke, not talk. But when she heard his next question, she turned to look at him in surprise. Was she really that easy to read? Ugh, she used to be so good at this!

"I... uh..." She couldn't think of an excuse. "Yeah. I- I guess I am a little. But with what you did to that Mike kid... And Hot topic. I would think any sane person would be scared of you guys." She took in a deep breath of smoke, trying hard to forget her worries.

"We just sent him off somewhere- it was only to stop the stupid people from calling us vampfags. And Hot Topic is where they were all coming from." Dylan said, then refused to talk anymore, from his aching throat.

Bebe turns to look at him, terrified. She had heard rumors about these things, but she never had any solid evidence. Now here's the criminal himself confessing to the crime!

She decided to keep the silence, not even sure she WANTED to talk to this person anymore. I mean, he endangered lives with that fire! And who knows where Mike is now?

She looked at Dylan through her hair. He was dangerous...

... and she liked it...

Haha that's my imagination talking. XD

I'll probably update it again when we get a little farther. ^^

Well thanks for reading! =D

Oh and in case anyone was wondering, Fayeth is an OC that is friends with Bebe who likes to burn things. So Bebe asked if she could use her lighter.

And thanks to "Insanity-Girl" Hazaas! We made the second BEBExDYLAN story on FF! =DD

~review plz ;)