So that song... Eino and Aapeli were both born 2008 (twins) and this is their first hit. I mean, I'm all for it but.... what they're actually are singing about is disturbing. Basically the twins want the same girl (they, in fact, are TEN.) And it's weirdly inspiring.... even though I hate it with a passion...?
Warnings: Cursing and well... kinda annoying? I swear to god, I literally am inspired by that song up top.
Warnings: 16 because GODDAMNIT BOTH OF THOSE BOYS ARE NOT OLD ENOUGH TO WANT PUSSY, THEY'RE NOT ENJOYING THAT SONG, THEY SOUND DEAD INSIDE AT POINTS! (I mean I was like 'hell yeah' when I was 10 but... those boys act like they were six.)
Note: though I chose to use that song as inspiration, I do not want the boys to kiss, even if I ship the people I replaced them with. Thank you.
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Kenny's POV.

Kyle's playing basketball again. Honestly, I hate it. He's just throwing hoops. So I slowly sneak to Bebe and Nichole.

"Hey," I say, smiling.

Bebe smiles back at me and scoops over a little. I sit next to her.

"Hey," She says.

There's a moment of silence.

"You look nice," I say.

She laughs.

"Thanks Ken! But really, I'm not wearing makeup, I know I look like shit," she says.

I wouldn't have realised if she hadn't pointed it out?

"No, I think you look really beautiful today," I say.

She laugh. The basketball almost hits my head but Nichole catches it.

"Goddamnit! Squirrel threw me off!" Kyle yells, running to get his ball back with a smile.

"I'll just steal this, I wanna throw some," Nichole says.

Kyle shrugs and sits in Nichole's place, next to Bebe.

"I'll give it back," Nic says.

She winks before throwing the ball towards the hoops, running after it afterwards.

"Hey," Kyle says.

"Hey," Bebe answers immediately.

"You look pretty today!" Kyle says.

"Hah. Stop fucking lying," Bebe says, chuckling.

"I'm really not," Kyle says.

I roll my eyes and sigh.

This kiss ass will be the end of me! I love him but goddamnit can't he stop. Has to steal both of our hearts, hers and mine, when I was finally starting to move on!

"You're too kind," Bebe says.

"No I'm not. Self deprecating humour might actually lead to self hatred, you need to compliment yourself on who you are without trying to act like something else," Kyle says.

Bebe's shy, sure, wouldn't seem like she is but she is, when it comes to being for real. She'll pretend to be something else, someone else...
...that is until it's us two and she starts talking about how she doesn't like how she's going about life. She trusts me and that's a nice feeling.

"It's just....," Bebe starts.

"Come on. Be a bit more confident. You are amazing, say it," Kyle says.

"You're amazing?" Bebe says.

"Oh a smart ass? Okay then," Kyle says.

I take a breath.

"If you weren't amazing, how would boys, girls and non-binary fall for you?" I ask.

"Because it's the front, people like-," Bebe says.

"Bullshit!" I catch myself yelling before she continues.

Kyle nods.

"What was that?" She asks.

"I love you and I damn well won't admit to loving the front you have, I love you, the person you actually are. Because in truth, you're the best girl this world has. You're nice and while you can come off a little like a boy obsessed girl sometimes, you're the girl that refused to act like people wanted you to because 'That would just make me the damsel in distress'. You are the girl that said that the third Star Wars movie was the best and have valid reasons for that. Sure you're girlish sometimes but that's not the way I could ever say you are. You're a sassy feminist, that's what I'm going to call you," I say.

It kinda hurts to talk that much, I normally don't... that just, I couldn't deal with her saying that it's invalid, that it's just a fucking mask.

"Thank you," Bebe says.

"Kenny's right," Kyle says.

He takes a breath as well.

"You are so much more than anyone could say, you're a feminist, really are and you want to work hard to get treated like everyone else," Kyle says.

There's a slight awkwardness to that... considering we still aren't over...um... how fucking terrible we were in fourth grade. To her and the others, but mostly to her. Arg, I'm cringing.

"Thanks, Ky," Bebe mutters.

They kiss, which, goddamnit, Ky steals everyone, including me.

"Hey," Kyle says, laughing slightly.

Bebe nods before turning to me.

"Is this really my fucking life? Sandwiched between two boys who both have feelings for me?" Bebe asks.

Kyle laughs.

"Don't worry, I have feelings for him too so don't worry," Kyle says.

"Me?" I ask.

"No, the fucking grass!" Kyle says, very sarcastically.

Bebe laughs.

"Go for it then," she says.

She gets out of the middle and pushes me, because I look much lighter, which is fairly true because I'm terribly malnourished, to Kyle.

"Kiss goddamnit," she says.

I kiss him, jumping at the damn opportunity. He rolls his eyes.

"Okay I said kiss not fuck each other's mouths!" Bebe says.

We both get away from the other just to laugh.

"Look, I have to go pretty soon," Bebe says.

She kisses me, smiling a little.

"You both wanna see me tonight?" Bebe asks.

"Where are you going?" Kyle asks.

"I have to study to get into a school, come on, a marine biologist doesn't make herself overnight," Bebe says.

Kyle nods, smiling.

"Bye," He says.

Bebe nods and takes her stuff.

"But I still want to see both of you tonight," Bebe says.

Kyle nods. I shrug and nod as well.

"Great. I'll see you then!" She says.

She starts leaving, Nichole throws the basketball back at Kyle, laughing.

"You both got lucky. If she liked girls," Nic says.