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Man, did she pity Kyle.

If Bebe were to come home drunk her mother would fuss about her, trying to get her to sober up before sending her to bed. Kyle, though, had to deal with an entire lecture on the dangers of alcohol.

With a sigh she pulls away from the Broflovski household and makes her way to her own. “Fine, but you owe me /so/ much.”

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[ur drunk, ky]

Alcohol is written all over this text.

It’s ridiculously early in the morning. The soft ‘ding’ of her phone woke the sleeping beauty up. As can be expected she was initially annoyed by this intrusion, though she giggles in amusement through the slow thought process that comes with being groggy.

[are you okay?]

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Bebe doesn’t even respond; the girl walks right into his kitchen and returns with a glass of sweet tea, a pleased grin on her face.

“Thank you -- have you found the program yet?”

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Timmy carried the chocolates, well secured, on a cart attached to his wheelchair. He had also made a few signs so that everyone who saw them knew that they were selling those boxes, and made a few suggestions about people who would most probably buy something from them, mostly people he knew from Special Ed or the Scouts. But there was something that Bebe would do much better than him: the speaking part. So he left it to her. 

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“Oh.. well, I suppose.”

Bebe shrugs lightly; though she had intended on heading straight home she didn’t mind the short break. It would sae her the walk while she waited for her mother to drive over. “There’s this show I want to watch... The Bachelor? Would you be okay if that’s on?” 

Excuse me, sir. (bxmbshell; kid rp starter!)

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Timmy carried the chocolates, well secured, on a cart attached to his wheelchair. He had also made a few signs so that everyone who saw them knew that they were selling those boxes, and made a few suggestions about people who would most probably buy something from them, mostly people he knew from Special Ed or the Scouts. But there was something that Bebe would do much better than him: the speaking part. So he left it to her. 

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oooooooo ◈

The bottle spins, spins, spins… and lands on Kenny.

Bebe’s face goes pale. It’s not that she doesn’t like Kenny – he’s a nice guy with an above-average appearance. Should the scale take into consideration that alone he would have earned a rating of about eight or even nine. However, he’s poor. As the captain of the cheerleading team, she had to take into considering how everything will affect her reputation. When they started playing Spin the Bottle she crossed her fingers for Clyde or Stan, football players. Instead, she got the street rat.

Well, fine. A lady makes due with what she’s given. The giggles surrounding her contrast the rather serious expression on her face as she nears the blond boy. With a certain grace only capable of a woman determined to get this over with she takes his face in her claws and kisses.

It’s not terrible.

That’s the sad part. What she was hoping for was a sloppy, poorly-executed kiss that wouldn’t result in gossip. What actually happened was that Kenny was decent for the few seconds she got and left her almost wanting more.

Almost.

Sitting back in her spot she sits and flips her hair, feigning an unimpressed face. The girls all looked at her for a response and after a beat of silence, she gives them what they desire.

“It could have been worse.”

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fifty vine starter sentences for when it’s 3am

‘ NOT ON MY WATCH. ’ ‘ you thought it was over? … ha. ’ ‘ pepsi bottle? coca cola glass? i don’t give a damn. ’ ‘ aa … aaa …. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. ’ ‘ so you just gon’ bring me a birthday gift on my birthday to my birthday party on my birthday with a birthday gift? ’ ‘ why are you running? why are you running? ’ ‘ just because my parents won’t let me get makeup, or piercings, doesn’t make me a fucking preppy. fuck preppies. ’ ‘ god first. skating second. hit me up on christian mingle. ’ ‘ welcome back to me screaming … AAAAAAAAAAA- ’ ‘ oh my gosh, is that corbin bleu from jump in? ’ ‘ it’s me, jessie, and ari, if he … if they test me they sorry. ’ ‘ okay guys … i’m about to say a curse word, you ready? … shut up! ’ ‘ on all levels except physical, i am a wolf. ’ ‘ i thought you were bae! … turns out you’re just fam… ’ ‘ i mean … you’re so tall, you must have a problem. ’ ‘ i sneezed, oh, i’m not allowed to sneeze? ’ ‘ sorry i’m on the toilet, hope the ice cream don’t melt! ’ ‘ oh my fuckin’ god, she fuckin’ dead. ’ ‘ I’M A BAD BITCH YOU CAN’T KILL ME! ’ ‘ we all die, you either kill yourself or get killed. ’ ‘ hey, my name is ____, i got a basketball game tomorrowwww, i’m a point guard. ’ ‘ i’m washing me and my clothes, bitch! i’m washing me and my clothes.. ’ ‘ MY DICK FELL OFF! ’ ‘ THIS IS WHY MOM DOESN’T FUCKING LOVE YOU. ’ ‘ so no head? ’ ‘ yogurt is just fruit sperm! and i’m not gay. ’ ‘ hi, welcome to chili’s. ’ ‘ that’s what good pussy sounds like. ’ ‘ stop saying i look like chicken little. he’s dumb, and he’s a coward. and i am NOT  a coward! ’ ‘ if your name is ____ and you’re really handsome, come on raise your hand! ’ ‘ bitch! why you mad? ‘cause my pussy pops severely, and yours don’t?! ’ ‘ merry crisis. ’ ‘ i love you bitch. i ain’t gonna ever stop loving you …. bitch. ’ ‘ what up? i’m ____, i’m nineteen, and i never fuckin’ learned how to read. ’ ‘ this bitch empty! YEET! ’ ‘ and they were roommates ! ’ ‘ is that a weed?! i’m calling the police! ’ ‘ today my brother pushed me so i am starting a kickstarter to put him down. the benefits of killing him would be: i would get pushed way less. ’ ‘ it is wednesday my dudes …. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA- ’ ‘ i won’t hesitate, bitch! ’ ‘ welcome to bible study, we’re all children of JESUS! ’ ‘ i spilled lipstick in your valentino bag. ’ ‘ you are my dad, you’re my dad! boogie woogie woogie. ’ ‘ i got two free tacos! ’ ‘ road work ahead? uh, yeah, i sure hope it does! ’ ‘ turn off the flash, you fucking moron. ’ ‘ get that education bro! GET THAT EDUCATION BRO! ’ ‘ yes, she is a bitch. b i c t … h. ’ ‘ ohhh shit, what is that? who you fightin’? ’ ‘ don’t fuck with me! i have the power of god and anime on my side! ’

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Ya girl Wendy. 😘

Song: Bombastic by Bonnie McKeeLength: Efinity.Comfort: There’s literally no need to knock when she visits Wendy – she walks right on it like she owns the place. Take Beating: Yes.Give Beating: Absolutely.Date: /Yes./Full Opinion: Wendy is Bebe’s best friend, hands down. They’ve grown up together and have risked so much at each other’s expense. It once makes sense that Bebe has developed some feelings.

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Fucking drunk he was.

With a snort, Bebe shoves the redhead away with a whine, “You’re going to mess up my hair! It’s amazing I managed to pull this together last minute as it was.” Carefully she fixes the bun propped on top of her head. When it’s officially settled she leans over and helps him buckle up for the car ride.

“Oh honey, I know I’m the coolest. You don’t have to tell me.” Once he’s strapped in the car is off -- headed for his house, where his mom is surely waiting to lecture him once more about his alcohol usage.

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[ur drunk, ky]

Alcohol is written all over this text.

It’s ridiculously early in the morning. The soft ‘ding’ of her phone woke the sleeping beauty up. As can be expected she was initially annoyed by this intrusion, though she giggles in amusement through the slow thought process that comes with being groggy.

[are you okay?]

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“I agree.”

With a determined nod, she takes the handles of his wheelchair and shoves them off in the direction of his house. Eager to get home, she admits, as her show is on TV and Wendy is surely waiting for their everyday text session. It would be rude to keep her waiting.

“We did some good work today, Timmy. Now it’s time to rest.”

Excuse me, sir. (bxmbshell; kid rp starter!)

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Timmy carried the chocolates, well secured, on a cart attached to his wheelchair. He had also made a few signs so that everyone who saw them knew that they were selling those boxes, and made a few suggestions about people who would most probably buy something from them, mostly people he knew from Special Ed or the Scouts. But there was something that Bebe would do much better than him: the speaking part. So he left it to her. 

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As they sit the younger Bebe curls up into criss-cross position. It’s comfortable given the plush of the bed. Then, the older started talking.

With a sigh, she holds her hand up -- warding off the negative energy radiating from her future self. “I literally go through all the work of hopping into your dreams to motivate you, and you roast me? Are you serious? Girl, you need to work on some appreciation. It’s not all about appearance though I digress, this makeup application is a /look/ and my curls are perfect the way you are. I am a queen. Calm yourself.”

A moment is spared for her to flip her hair over her shoulder and eye the other girl, “If you ask me you’ve got some problems bundled up in there if you’re that willing to tear down any other girl, let alone a younger version of yourself.”

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“Hey there, other me.”

The younger version of herself frowns in a disapproving way, “It took you so long to fall asleep. We don’t like to be left waiting.” A ‘tsk’ leaves her mouth before she perks up once more. “I’ve got a lot to talk to you about.”

The room around them is an exact replica of her childhood room. Only the faint fog discerns it from the original. Every so often it flickers into the older version. All of the unicorns, rainbows, and other miscellaneous “girly” items disappear for just a moment to only to be replaced by the many beauty products older Bebe possesses. It’s a very surreal scene.

The younger girl tips her head and her wild, untamed curls fall over her shoulder. On one hand, she’s not nearly as put together as the older girl. The clothing she wears – a red peacoat and black pants were clearly chosen by her mother. However, it’s… innocent. Still childish regardless of the behavior she is known to display at that age.

“Sit with me.”

Bebe felt like she was frozen. So this definitely wasn’t real but it felt it. Its like she could feel the air conditioning and floor beneath her feet. But that was insane this couldn’t be real she was looking at herself and it wasn’t even the pretty present version of herself. She just stared and took in her younger self’s image. She had tight blonde curls and her signature red jacket. She was also wearing make up, poorly, and she could feel the confidence radiating from her. Yep it was definitely the younger her. 

She tried speaking but it felt like her words were stuck in her throat. Talk to her about what? If anything she needed to talk to her about fixing her make up skills a bit. She can’t believe she actually went out in public like that and thought it was good. Like had she never heard of blending? She realized she was judging her the same way she would judge people her own age. And she was right to do so honestly like really she needed to stop taking make up tips from her mother, or their mother, whatever. 

She followed her younger self to her bed, their bed, and sat down next to her. She felt like she processed the situation and was able to finally speak. Which was a relief because she had a lot to say. 

“Ok what is going on? I’m asleep right now right? And what do you mean you have to talk to me? If anything I have a few things to say to you. Like stop listening to mom about how you should do your make up, trust me she shes been doing her make up the same way for like 50 years. Also you need to start managing your hair better, trust me I know curls are hard to take care of but this look is unacceptable.”