A/N: I'm sorry this update is so late! I've been busy with not doing anything with myself for the past like, two weeks, so I'm sorry that I haven't posted any new chapters. I know it's weird to be posting this on a Wednesday instead of my usual Sunday updates, but I figured that I shouldn't make you guys wait any longer. But about the story, this part will be mostly to clarify parts of the story that might not be well explained or parts that I left out. All in all, I guess this part is kind of not that important to the real plotline. Anyway, I hope you read an enjoy.
Hazelnut eyes lifted when the sound of a heavy, large object being dropped on the ground sounded to the left. Tucking a thick, curly strand of golden hand behind her ear, Bebe Stevens' eyes fell on the thin, fragile, frame of Wendy Testaburger. Her black hair bounced on her back as she sat down, flirting with the bottoms of her shoulder blades. Before leaning down to adjust her backpack so it was leaning against the desk, she smiled, exposing her pearly white teeth to her best friend.
"Good morning, Bebe! How are you?"
"Fine, thanks."
"I'm glad. How did you sleep?"
"Fine. And you?"
"Pretty good," she said. The smile was still on her face, but not in her voice. Wendy finished adjusting her supplies and double-checking that she had everything for the day, and turned back to the curly haired blond seated at the desk beside her. "So I was thinking we should go to a movie this weekend, just the two of us. What do you say?"
A surge of fear shot through Bebe's stomach, and she unconsciously scooted closer to Wendy. "Um... Just the two of us? Nobody else, right?"
"Yeah. We can sit off to the side or something so nobody sees us. I won't invite anyone else if you don't want me to. Wanna go?"
"Maybe... I'll have to ask my parents first though."
Wendy smiled hopefully in return, thankful the blond gave her even just a 'maybe'. "What do you want to see?"
"I'm up for anything, as long as you want to see it. I don't really mind what we see." The blond was rummaging through her pencil bag, pretending to be looking for something. As long as it gave her an excuse to look away from Wendy's piercing purple eyes for just a second, it was worth it. Just as a cover, she chose a random pen and took it out, setting it carefully at the top of her desk.
"...Are you sure you're alright?" Wendy leaned to the side, trying to get Bebe to look at her.
"Yeah, yeah. ...Wait, what do you mean?"
"I mean in general. About the movie, you personally... Just are you alright?"
Bebe nodded and smiled unconvincingly at the black haired girl. "I'm totally fine, really. Just tired." The blond yawned, trying to get Wendy to believe her. But, of course, she wasn't telling the truth. If she had been telling the truth, she would have told the dark haired girl sitting to her left that no, she was nervous. Freaked out. Terrified. Because not three weeks earlier, this girl, this purple eyed, black haired beauty confessed to her that she wanted to be something more than best friends.
About three weeks ago, the two were standing in front of the high school's small theatre. The girls and their friends stayed there in the morning before school started when Wendy wasn't in the orchestra room. The five minute bell had already rang, and if the two didn't leave soon, they would be late. The hallways were thinning out, the only kids left around being the ones who woke up late, their ruffled hair and clothes disheveled, and the slackers who skipped every other class.
"Wendy, we should really get to class... Mr. Garrison is probably going to yell at us if we're late again."
"It's Mr. Garrison, he's not going to care if we're a few minutes late."
"You've never been late to class in your life, Wendy! Why is it suddenly okay?"
"No reason. I just don't think we need to leave just yet."
"Are you okay, Wendy? Are you sick or something?' Bebe lifted a thin hand to Wendy's forehead, slipping her fingers under the girl's black bangs and testing Wendy's temperature.
"I-I'm fine." A light blush formed over Wendy's cheeks as she averted her eyes, and she gently brushed away Bebe's hand, trying her best to fight it away.
"Alright, it's obvious something's wrong, Wendy. You know you can talk to me about anything, right?"
"Well, yeah..."
"What is it then? Does it have something to do with a guy?"
"No."
"Did your parents do something?"
"No," The amethyst eyed girl said, a hint of frustration in her voice.
"Well then... what?" Bebe crossed her arms, leaning on one leg.
"It's just... Uh... Well, do you want to be my girlfriend?"
"Um, excuse me?" The blond's eyebrow raised, her shoulders straightened.
"I don't want us to be just friends. I want to be something more. Well... what do you say?"
"Wait, are you serious? W-what about Stan? I thought you two were back together."
"I dumped Stan a while ago, actually... When I told you that we were dating again? That was a lie. The last time I broke up with him was in the beginning of ninth grade."
"But that was like, three years ago... why didn't you tell me?"
"I mean... I didn't want you to get suspicious or anything."
Bebe thought about the implications of this. Had Wendy really liked her for that long? How could she not have noticed? "Uh, okay. And you want to date... me?"
"Well, yeah." Bebe was silent, lifting a hand to scratch at the back of her head, She was staring at the wall behind Wendy, scanning it with her amber eyes. "Look, just give me a chance. If you don't want to go through with it, you can dump me or whatever. But just give it a try, please. For me?"
Brown eyes finally were pulled from the wall, studying Wendy's face. It was clear she was thinking hard about Wendy's idea, weighing the options. "I... alright, Wendy, you're my best friend, and I don't want to hurt you. So, I... I think that we..." Bebe sighed, forcing herself to keep eye contact with Wendy. The black haired girl's expression was hopeful, eyes glimmering, brows raised in the slightest bit, the blush not yet left from her face. Bebe couldn't say no. "Fine. Okay, I'll give it a try."
"Really? You really will?"
"Yeah, I will. Now come on, we're going to be late for class."
Since then, Bebe had joined their school's Gay Straight Alliance, trying to figure out if this was really what she wanted. If this was really what she was willing to go through with. So far it seemed alright, but Bebe was still a little reluctant to show Wendy affection before she came to a final decision. While Wendy was now her girlfriend, she was also her best friend at the same time, and Bebe didn't want to lead her on if dating her wasn't really what she wanted out of their relationship.
"So I was thinking that we could-" Wendy stopped when the door at the back of the classroom slammed open, two boys standing side by side, trying to catch their breath like they had just run a marathon. A split second later, the bell marking the start of the school day sounded, piercing Wendy's ears.
"Okay, okay, shut up and sit down," Mr. Garrison called from his desk.
"Well, never mind I guess. See ya, Bebe." Wendy lifted her bag and slung it over her shoulder and walked over to her desk, a few rows over from Bebe's. The blond tried her best to smile at her as she left, but even Bebe could tell that it was fake. Sighing and rubbing her face, she slouched into her desk, elbows sliding across the dull, gray surface in front of her.
"Class, we're gonna try something a little different today. Instead of talking about soap operas and reality TV shows, we're going to try having a discussion." Mr. Garrison took another breath, but Kyle spoke up from Bebe's left, cutting him off.
"Mr. Garrison, we discuss things every day. When are we going to learn about the Kumlinge Battle or the effects of the Industrial Revolution in United Kingdom or the alternative energy in Europe?"
Bebe tuned out the rest of her teacher's and the snappy redhead's conversation, accustomed the two commonly quarrelling, the boy in the green ushanka always insisting they learn something useful, her gray-haired, balding teacher dismissing him with a 'We'll learn that later.'
She half-listened when it sounded like Mr. Garrison had started to talk about something important. The blond girl understood that the class was supposed to write any sort of anonymous question on a slip of paper, and that Mr. Garrison would ask it to the class.
"You know, that's a huge waste of paper. I'm sure once you're done that you'll just throw each and every single sheet away, won't you? Do you know that every single day, seventy eight million acres of forest are chopped down? And you're just going to..." Stan had spoken up, addressing the teacher with obvious anger in his voice. She watched with slight interest as the ebony haired boy spoke with his hands and gestured at the teacher with his pen, his eyebrows furrowed and blue eyes harsh, trying hard to make his point. Bebe wasn't surprised when the man rolled his eyes and pushed up his square glasses, making fun of Stan's care for the environment and calling him a homosexual. However, she was surprised at Stan's reaction.
His chest jerked as if someone had punched him hard, his eyes widening in the slightest and his face paling at Mr. Garrison's taunt. For a split second she wondered why the blue eyed male hadn't brushed it off like he usually did, when she remembered what Wendy had told her a few months back.
"I honestly think he might be totally gay, I don't think he's just going through a phase or doing it for attention any more. I thought he was totally bluffing when he started dating Craig, but he's been acting... I dunno, like he's not interested in girls at all any more."
"Are you gonna say anything to him? I mean, he is your boyfriend. Tell him to knock it off!"
"Oh.. right. Yeah, I guess I should."
Bebe had known that Stan had dated Craig, but not too long ago she had learned that Wendy didn't get back together with Stan after freshman year. She searched Stan's face, wondering if Stan really was gay. Bebe hadn't heard of him dating any girls other than Wendy, with whom he had an on-off thing with since third grade. The more she thought of it, the more probable it seemed to become.
Stan felt Bebe's hazelnut eyes on him and looked up from his desktop and straight at her. Instead of turning away, she sent him an understanding, comforting smile. He sent one back, clearly grateful for the blond girl's care.
"Write your questions, I'll come around and pick them up in a second." Bebe sat for a moment, tapping her pencil on the paper when Clyde tapped her shoulder from behind.
"Hey, turn this one in." Clyde had a slip of paper extended over her shoulder, his face close to Bebe's.
"...Clyde, what did you write on it?" She raised one blond eyebrow in skepticism.
"Nothing, just turn it in," he said, a mischievous smirk playing at his lips.
Bebe sighed and accepted the paper, she probably had nothing any better. In retrospect she really shouldn't have accepted the note so easily. She knew it couldn't be anything other than juvenile, but the blond didn't really care. The amber eyed boy was a troublemaker, to say the least. Clyde was often involved in beating kids up, taunting others, breaking things... If anything went wrong, people always either turned to Clyde and his friends, or Stan's group. He was a mischievous, harsh, blunt, lazy playboy, but the boy was also kind of a crybaby. While he didn't whine and cry as much as he used to in elementary school, Clyde still let out the occasional tear or two. Of course, he usually cried to guilt trip stubborn girls into going out with him or to manipulate people into giving him what he wants, but that was just Clyde for you. Nothing any better could really be expected from him.
When Mr. Garrison came around, the curly haired girl handed him the slip, which he pulled lazily out of her hand. He returned to his desk, collapsing in his chair and pulling the first piece of paper off of the pile.
"Okay, children, let's see... this one asks... 'Why... why is this class so gay?'" Bebe could hear the kids around her pull their hands and fingers to their mouths, trying to stifle laughs and smiles, not succeeding. The aging man continued to pull papers out of the stack commenting on how 'gay' the class was, getting more and more furious with each one.
Bebe spun around to look at Clyde and whispered harshly, "Clyde, what the hell did you write?"
"Shh... Don't interrupt Mr. Garrison, geez, Bebe," he responded, eyes twinkling playfully.
"Oh, children, here's a good one! 'What is your favorite fruit, and why?'"
After a short silence, Bebe raised her hand, thinking, Oh, what the hell, someone has to say something. "My favorite is strawberries, I guess because they're always really sweet. I've liked them since I can remember, actually." Red turned from her seat in the front row to agree with her.
"Strawberries are good, but not my favorite. I like cantaloupe the most, cause they're all soft on the inside and not on the rind."
Kenny made some juvenile statement about Butters being a fruit, making Bebe smile. Not after long Mr. Garrison moved on to another question, which she responded to, but was quiet when the teacher read the third question.
"This one's a good one. 'What do you do if you think you like someone (crush-wise) you just recently met, but you're pretty much positive they don't like you the same way?"
Bebe turned her head to look at Wendy, wondering if she had written the question. No, couldn't be her... we definitely didn't just meet recently.
She listened to the responses, still curious about who could have written it. She figured the people who ask the questions probably wouldn't respond, so she ruled out Stan, Heidi and Red. She was going through her other classmates, trying to figure out who may have asked when Mr. Garrison pulled her out of her thoughts.
"Alright, that's enough of that now. Uh... you can have the rest of the hour to talk or something, just don't bug me too much." The man pulled out a slick, shiny copy of a People magazine issue, opening it and ignoring the class. Bebe smiled when Wendy took the recently vacant seat next to her, the black haired girl sighing and grinning back.
"Well, that was a lot less worse than I thought it would be."
"I know what you mean!" Bebe laughed, feeling more relaxed and looser than she was at the beginning of the day. "Hey, so... Which one did you write?"
"Me? Mr. Garrison didn't read mine, sadly. You?"
"Oh, Clyde handed me some bogus one. I'm pretty sure it was one of the ones saying that it was gay," she said, sighing and shaking her head at Clyde's unbelievably childish nature.
"Ugh. I thought it would be him."
"I know, right? So... you didn't write that one about the liking someone who didn't feel the same way, did you?"
"Huh? No... Why do you ask?"
"Just wondering. I didn't think it was you, but it got me wondering who wrote it."
"Bebe, why do you think the questions were anonymous? So people wouldn't know who wrote it, duh," she said, smiling playfully at her girlfriend.
"I know that! That doesn't keep me from being curious though."
"I guess so. But oh well. Maybe we'll know someday, maybe we won't." The room was loud, but the two girls were silent, the both of them looking off in different directions, soft smiles grazed over their faces. "So... about that movie..."
Bebe grinned, her eyes coming alive. "Let's do it."
Sitting in front of her vanity mirror, Bebe watched carefully as she took a hot straightener and clamped her hair between the iron, pulling it slowly down the strands and being careful not to burn herself. When the tight curls were straight, they reached below her shoulder blades, much longer than where the tight, frizzy golden locks usually reached down to her shoulders. After much work and losing all the blood in her arms, Bebe ran a hand through her now long, straight, but still thick hair, savoring the feel of touching something other than her usual wild locks.
She spent a few moments turning her head side to side, adjusting this strand of hair here, pulling this lock there, making sure it looked okay before picking up a curling iron. She separated a part from the rest of her hair, tucking it into the iron and rolling it up the strand until it nearly reached her scalp, releasing the locks. They fell to her chest, the end of it loosely curled at the end and straight higher up. Bebe continued, gently re-curling her hair until it looked neat and elegant. She sighed, pushing earrings into her ears and pulling a couple of bracelets onto her arms. She thought it was funny that she was trying so hard to look good when she wasn't even sure she wanted to seriously date Wendy.
The blond pulled out her cell, checking the time, glad to see that she was running on time. Bebe pulled open the door, slipping out and heading for the door. She adjusted her skirt before laying a hand on the knob, turning around slightly. "Bye, Mom! I'm headed to the movies, gonna be back later."
"Alright, hon, have fun. Be safe now!" Bebe's mom stuck lifted her head where it was buried in a light novel, her blond bob bouncing with her movement.
The amber eyed girl pulled open the door, hit by a burst of cold. She instantly regretted wearing a skirt. However, the weather was hardly ever warm enough to wear a skirt anyway, so most girls wore them despite South Park's eternally freezing temperatures.
Bebe pulled her keys from her purse, clicking the unlock button and pulling open the driver's door. A wave of nervousness washed over her, and she had to take a moment to calm herself down before sticking the key into the ignition and turning on the car. It didn't take long for her to reach the theatre, where she got out and walked over to stand off to the side, ignoring the occasional wolf whistle or cat call.
"Hey, honey... How you doin'?" Bebe lifted her eyes to see Clyde looking at her with an almost animal like expression.
"I'm fine, thanks."
"Aw, well that's good." A silence fell over the two of them, the brunette male leaning against the wall and looking down at the blond. She lifted a hand to tug her shirt up, feeling self-conscious at his eyes crawling down her figure.
"Do you need something, Clyde?" She asked, beginning to get irritated.
"You aren't even gonna ask me how I am? That's cold, baby."
"No, I'm not. And I'm not your baby."
"Dang, honey, you got sass!" Bebe resisted the urge to roll her eyes. "So you wanna go to a movie with me, doll face?"
"No, but thank you. I'm meeting someone here."
"Huh? Your boyfriend? I haven't heard anything about a boyfriend from the others."
"No, not my boyfriend."
"Then why is it such a big deal, Bebe?"
"You got a problem, Donovan?" Bebe felt an arm link with her own, and turned her head to see Wendy. She was shooting daggers from her purple eyes at the tall male, standing with her shoulders locked back tightly. The fierce look on the girl's face surprised Bebe, catching her way off guard.
"Hey, I'm busy here."
"Really. I'm sure you have better things to do than hit on innocent girls. She's not interested. I have no idea at what point you thought she was, but trust me, Bebe doesn't want you around, and neither do I. I advise you leave her alone, I'm not in the mood for you. Scat, fudge packer."
The brunette boy muttered something along the lines of, "God, get off your period," before turning and heading back to a group of guys.
Wendy tugged on the blond's arm, leading her over to the ticket box. An acne spotted teen stood behind the counter, leaning forward to speak into the microphone.
"Hi, welcome. We're glad to see you here today. What movie would you like to see?"
Wendy turned to Bebe, smiling slightly at her. "What do you want to watch, Bebe?"
"Anything is fine, it's totally up to you," she said, rummaging through her purse.
"Um... two tickets to 27 Dresses, please." Wendy produced a wallet quickly from her purse, giving the teenager enough money for both the girls.
"Hey, it's okay, I can pay for myself," Bebe protested, still searching for her wallet. Wendy simply smiled in return, otherwise ignoring the brown eyed girl. She exchanged the money for the two tickets, calling a sweet 'thank you' to the boy and pulling Bebe inside the theatre.
"Since you paid for the tickets, I'm going to pay for our snacks" The amber eyed girl walked toward the concession stand, pulling Wendy along with her.
"Hey, you don't need to."
"I want to though. Besides, I'd be surprised if you didn't spend all your money on our tickets," Bebe replied, looking at the black haired girl mischievously out of the corner of her eye.
"Well... okay, maybe not. But I'm paying you back then."
"Nope. You bought our tickets, I bought the snacks, so we're even."
"But-"
"I mean it, I want to pay for it. Don't worry about it! It's the least I could do. What do you want to have?"
"Nothing as long as you're paying for me..." Bebe sighed at the girl's stubbornness, smiling nonetheless, and produced her wallet. The golden haired girl pulled out a few bills from the girly pouch and dropped it back in her purse.
"Two cokes, popcorn and Skittles, please." She thanked the concession stand worker when he placed the snacks on the counter, giving the blond her change with a shaky, sweaty hand.
When they were down the hall, headed to the theatre, Wendy spoke up. "Why do you have to be so damn pretty?"
"I... what?"
"You're absolutely gorgeous, and pretty much everyone in the entire world knows."
"N-not at all... You're just saying that."
"Are you kidding? Clyde was was obviously hitting on you back there, and that concessions worker was totally checking you out. And I'm pretty sure that the ticket guy didn't was because he's totally gay."
"No way!"
"Way." Wendy turned to Bebe, smiling at the slightly taller girl. "I kinda wish guys didn't hit on you as much, but it reminds me of how lucky I am to have you..." she laughed, looking forward again and said, "Not that I could ever forget! I guess that's the good side of it."
Bebe felt a heavy blush rush into her cheeks, and did her best to fight it away, not succeeding. "That's not true at all..." Wendy sighed, shaking her head.
"I'll get you to accept it someday. I swear I will."
The two reached the theatre, Wendy pulling open the door for Bebe and following in after her. The smell inside was musty, covered with the overwhelming scent of butter and hot popcorn. Scattered through the theatre sat very few groups of girls and the occasional couple, chatting and gossiping loudly over the previews. The girl with the pin-straight hair began to walk over to the far-left side of the room, set on taking seats far away from others. However, Bebe lightly grabbed hold of her hand, pulling her to the center section of seats, much to her surprise. The seats the curly haired blond chose weren't exactly right up next to the other people in the theatre, but Wendy was still pleased. She was making progress.
Despite Bebe's unusually outgoing acts, her face still flushed when their arms brushed against each other, or when their fingers accidentally touched when they both went to grab a piece of popcorn. Most of these acts were deliberate on Wendy's part, accidental on Bebe's. The black haired girl couldn't help but smile at Bebe's uncharacteristic behavior. She thought it was funny how a girl who guys gushed over, drooled over, and doted upon could be so easily flustered. Wendy had begun to inch her hand back over to Bebe's intending to take it this time, before the amber brown eyed girl spoke up.
"Hey... isn't that Craig?" Wendy looked at Bebe, following her eyes to the right side of the theatre and a little in front of the two girls. Sure enough, there was his head of ebony hair. He occasionally pulled his eyes from the screen to look at the blond haired person next to him. The look on his face seemed to say that he was furious about what the thin figure next to him was saying, a ghost of a smile dancing over his lips on occasion.
"Who's that with him?" Wendy whispered, leaning closer to Bebe and looking back and forth between the two blonds.
"It's Tweek, isn't it?"
"Oh my god you're right. I didn't recognize him with his hair so neat..." The more she looked, the more she couldn't believe it was Tweek. his shirt was actually properly buttoned and ironed, not haphazardly fixed and lopsided like it usually was. His mass of neon yellow hair looked brushed and clean and actually like time and purpose had been put into it. But when he turned to glance at the screen, she recognized his little button nose and long, dark eyelashes.
"Tweek and Craig have been hanging out together a lot lately, huh?"
"Yeah, you're right. I've been helping them in the mornings to help write this music piece they've been working on.
"Really? Are you almost done?"
"Seems like it to me. We've gotten a pretty good amount done so far, I'll be surprised if we don't finish soon."
"Why are they writing the song in the first place?"
Wendy paused at this, pulling her eyes from Bebe's and turned instead to Tweek and Craig. "I... I actually have no idea. I don't think anyone has ever asked them why."
"Hm. That's weird..." Bebe trailed off, looking over to the two boys with Wendy, watching the smaller one flinch with his usual twitches and caffeinated ticks and the taller one smile gently. The two looked so natural together, their conversation seemed to be almost practiced, Tweek leaning back or to the side at just the right time, Craig gesturing with his hands, glancing at the screen now and then. For a second, Wendy felt almost a little jealous. "Hey, do you think they're together or something?"
"Huh? What do you mean?" Wendy tore her purple eyes from the two to look at the blond girl to her right.
"Just... do you think they're dating? They seem super close all of a sudden in all. Like you said, they're writing a song together, I think I've seen them talking in class before, and now they're going to this gushy chick flick together." Bebe glanced back over at Wendy before turning her attention back to the two boys.
"Well... It's not impossible, I guess. Craig did date Stan after all, and Tweek doesn't actually seem like the straightest guy ever..."
"I know what you mean! He's like Butters, I just wanna dress him up or something." The two girls were silent until all of a sudden, Tweek threw a piece of popcorn high into the air and Craig arched his back to catch it. Not wanting to two to notice them, they pressed their fingers to their mouths, trying to stifle giggles. "Oh my god they're so cute," the hazelnut eyed girl whispered just before the lights dimmed.
The theatre quickly became quiet, the groups of girls quieting their fast talking and gossip, the other couples around them leaning their heads together, getting comfy in the slipping light. The black haired girl subtly scooted to the right side of her seat, getting just a little closer to Bebe. Overall it went well; the two turning to laugh to each other at the funny parts, sighing together at the sweet scenes, eyebrows furrowing at the sad or upsetting times. Somehow Wendy convinced Bebe at some point into the movie to hold her hand by subtle brushes and casual reaching. Eventually their fingers were tangled together, thumbs overlapping and fingertips occasionally reaching to massage the back of the other's hand.
Before they knew it the movie was over, and the credits had begun to scroll across the screen. The lights rose, and Bebe gently slipped her hand out of Wendy's. She stood up, picking up her drink and brushing off her skirt. She was mid-stretch, eyes rolling lazily down the credits when they fell on Craig and Tweek.
"Oh my god. Oh my god, Wendy, look!" She turned to Wendy, trying not to be too loud as to not catch the two boys' attention. Bebe turned back around, looking back at the ebony haired and blond headed males.
Wendy stood up as well, moving so she was right beside the amber eyed girl. "What? What is it?"
"Look at Craig and Tweek!'
The black haired girl looked over at the two, a hand flying up to her mouth to stifle a gasp and a quickly forming smile. "Oh, Bebe... They're so cute!" The two had their heads leaning towards each other, still sitting in the dirty red chairs even though the movie was over. Their hands were locked loosely together, Craig's long pianist fingers laying together with Tweek's shorter ones. In spite of Tweek's occasional twitch, the boys looked relaxed together, like they had been like this every single day of their lives. One would turn occasionally to say something softly to the other, eyes lingering for just slightly too long. Wendy and Bebe stood still and silent, just watching the couple. The girls jerked to life when Craig stood and turned in their direction to help pull Tweek up from his seat, doing their best to pretend like they hadn't just spent their last two minutes staring blatantly at the duo. Wendy and Bebe quickly gathered themselves; pulling their purses over their shoulders, picking up the popcorn, grabbing their drinks and heading for the door. They were careful to head out a different door than the boys, avoiding an awkward run-in.
The two made their way quickly across the tiled and black carpeted floor, stepping into the night air. Heather gray clouds were backed by a black sky, stars struggling to force their way through the cloudy night. Snow had started to fall to the ground, coming to rest on Wendy's long, dark hair and Bebe's shoulders. Her black hair contrasted nicely with the stark white snowflakes, both glimmering and gleaming in the quiet, sleepy light coming from nearby stores and the building behind them. Bebe could see the half moon reflected in her eyes when she looked up from searching in her purse, lighting up the amethyst irises beautifully. Wendy smiled at the honey blond in front of her, sighing out a cloud of airy mist.
"Thanks for going to the movie with me, Bebe. I dunno about you, but I had a really good time."
"No, I did too. It was totally my pleasure, I thought it was a lot of fun. I'm really glad you asked me to go with you."
Wendy laughed, "Who else would I ask?"
"Heidi, Red, Butters even. I'm definitely not your only friend, Wendy," the blond responded, a smile quickly forming on her face.
"Well, I guess... But that probably wouldn't be like this."
"I guess you're right. Anyway, I'd better be getting home. I don't want my mom to start worrying or anything."
"Alright. Text me or something, 'kay?"
"I will, don't worry."
"Okay. See ya, Bebe." Wendy smiled, turning and heading down the sidewalk to her car. The blond watched as the snow swirled around her, rolling down her back and playing at her fingers. The moonlight highlighted her hair, making it shine with a bluish white glow, and it almost seemed that the light made a gentle halo around her head. Bebe had to admit that the purple eyed girl looked beautiful, even from the back.
"Hey, Wendy?"
The pale girl spun around, a couple bits of snow falling from her dark locks, sparkling and falling to settle to the ground. "Yeah?"
"I just... thanks again."
Wendy smiled, waving goodbye to the curly haired girl. "Good night, Bebe."
A/N: Looking back over this, I noticed that this chapter was a little slow moving. The Bendy part is a little slow moving overall, but I decided I needed to put it in to kind of tie up loose ends and put in an external view of other couples, etc. This is a little late to be saying this too, but some of the parts of this story are kind of taken from my own life. Like, when Stan said in one of the earlier chapters when he was talking to Bebe about how he figured out he liked guys, that's pretty much how I figured out I wasn't straight either. I didn't notice it at the time, but when I looked back years later I thought, 'Huh. So that's where it really happened.' Also, at the end of this chapter when it was snowing after the movie, One of my clearest memories from when I was little was coming out of the movies late at night with huge snowflakes falling and the only real light coming from the streetlights. And as usual, if you read anything that didn't make sense or didn't match up to you, please let me know! Oh, since I updated so late, I'm going to update as usual this Sunday to make up for lost time, just as an fyi. I hope you enjoyed, thank you for reading, and I hope to see you Sunday!
Sorry this A/N was a little personal sounding, but I figured I would throw that little tidbit in.
