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I should let you know we aren't going steady. Beck Hale doesn't do that.

Same goes for me…so I guess..you’re right, so I guess I’m your secret.

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Oh, I most certainly will.

Well have fun with that, Beck. 

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What about your 'other' parts?

Hate to break it to you, Beck. Swapping spit is strictly prohibited as my lips are off lips.

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Actually, my dreams consist of you and me going to PV for some submarine racing.

In your dreams.

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Definitely gonna go trollin' with Malcolm once I'm fnished.

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Outta sight! Eh, it's more that they'll bust my ass for associated with a Soc.

Well, me on the make, I am. You think a rich girl can’t keep up with you greasers?

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Are you suggesting this so we can go there for some hanky panky or just to hang loose? Either one I'm a-okay with.

Groovy, that car will definitely be souped up. Mind if I call shotgun the first time around? We could take a drive to the passion pit.

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I'll hop off the borderline if you tell me you're on the make. But y'know, gotta keep that a secret. Can't let the others know.

Um, well, scheming or not, that’s far out. But that’s if you don’t want to stay at the borderline…but don’t you like staying at the middle?

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Fixin' up my dad's port holer, it's gonna be super sano by the time I'm done with it. Might add a suicide knob just for when I take out girls. What'ya guys think?

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Like, go all the way?

Why, cause you like to push my buttons? Well, I don’t know… but it all depends on what you want, maybe hang loose or whatnot.

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I don't know, I quite like the border. What do I get if I say love?

Beck, there is a fine line between love and hate. You’re on the borderline of it. The ball is in your court.

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Eh, they sure won't welcome you guys with open arms. I'll admit that.

Really? That’s sweet of you, thank you. Do you really think people will give me trouble? Do they really hate us that much? 

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Wicked Games - The Weeknd

“Let me see you dance I love to watch you prance Take you down another level Get you dancing with the devil”

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Love you too, Kat.

Oh, for your own amusement? I never would’ve expected anything less from you, though, right?

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Written In The Stars || Beck and Parker

It had been a bit of a slow night, that is, until the whole Northside was informed of the Soc's having to attend the same school as the Greasers. This didn't please Beck in the slightest bit and he wasn't afraid to put them in their place. That's why he gave them all the warmest welcome he could muster up, which, was far from appropriate. He had a deep hating for the Soc's and since they judged them he felt it was only fair to do the same for them since it was the least they deserved. He had gotten quite tired though of wasting his breath on them. Luckily, Parker appeared and offered a time to escape the hell that was going to break loose eventually. The two had been friends for awhile and got along most of the time although they had their disagreements then and there, but that was only expected in a friendship.

Parker slipped on a leather jacket, old snapback, ripped jeans, and a pair of trainers. His typical outfit wear. He had a gold chain that he smuggled from a Soc a few years back was around his neck and glimmered in the moonlight as he made his way down the silent and empty street. His head hung low as he approached Parker's place, it was small but so were all the other Greaser's homes. Knowing how to get to the roof he climbed the hidden latter located on the side. Reaching the top he sat his bum on the rough and rocky roof, sliding carefully over to Parker so he wouldn't fall. "Hey." He mumbled before pulling out his lighter from his pocket, his legs dangling off the edge. "Here."

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If anyone gives you trouble just let me know, alright?

Well in that case I’m flattered. Thank you, Beck, pleasure’s mine. 

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It is pretty fun to see you all flustered and bothered.

Do you like to push my buttons, Beck? I’m just curious.