I thought about making one based on the song 'Black Magic' from Little Mix. Y'all are getting it I just wanted this first because STRAIGHT SHIT.
Warnings: Cursing and... I suck at straight ships. I ain't straight, I don't know what the heterosexuals talk like... at fucking all.
Ages: 16 both of them.
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Bebe's POV.

Looking at the role list, I smile at Kyle.

"Hey, I'm your wife now," I say.

He laughs.

"Oh that's fucking awesome," he says.

"You won't get too disgusted by a kissing scene... will you, Ky?" I ask.

His face becomes one of realisation.

"Oh. Bebe, no. I'm... I was stupid when I was... 10? 9?" He asks.

I laugh.

"I don't mind that. I just... do you?" I ask.

He shakes his head.

"It's not accurate to say I'm still the same person from 6 years ago... you were my first kiss, y'know? It just freaked me the fuck out," Kyle says.

I nod, slowly.

"It's just sort of something I thought about. Left me in some shit, y'know. You were like my first actual proper crush," I say.

"Don't look back on something from six years ago, Bebe. It's not an accurate representation of you or me. Everyone grows up," Kyle says.

"I know. I don't know, why I still sort of think about it sometimes," I say.

"Don't. You're a really pretty girl. I'm sure if anyone was in that situation these days, they'd be really happy," Kyle says.

He puts his bag over his shoulder and smiles again.

"I'm glad to know you, Kyle," I say.

He laughs.

"Me too, Bebe. I-I mean. I'm glad to know you too," he says.

"No, you're glad to know yourself," I say.

He rolls his eyes.

"Damn well I am," he says.

We both start laughing. It's so out of character for him to say something like that!

"I like your hair by the way," he says.

"Oh I thought you didn't even notice!" I say.

He shrugs.

"I mean, I liked it blonde but pink looks awesome," he says.

"You like my hair?" I ask.

"Doesn't everyone? You have pretty hair, I'm jealous," he says.

I laugh.

"I like your hair more, I think it looks fucking awesome. It's really like you, personality wise. Untameable and quirky," I say.

"My hair? Oh no, you're mistaken. This is a birds nest," he says.

I nod, there is a moment of silence.

"So. You coming to mine?" Kyle asks.

I nod.

"You better have games loaded up or I will virtually murder you," I say.

"Why would I invite you if I didn't? Have you ever come to mine to NOT play?" Kyle asks.

"Practice," I answer, quickly.

"Doesn't count," Kyle says.

"Yes it fucking does! Anyway, I wanna make fun of the English dubs again!" I say.

Kyle laughs.

"The translation errors are so epic," he says.

"Especially when Kenny taught me Japanese. I can sort of make out what they're supposed to say. They are as bad as the manga fails Wendy, Red, Nichole and I always laugh at," i say.

"What do you make fun of? Yuri on ice?" Kyle asks.

"Kyle, MANGA," I say.

"Oooh. Sorry, my mind just went 'fuck it'. But isn't the anime always the one with the bad dub? Manga fails?" Kyle asks.

"Mangas do have translation errors!" I say.

"Lot less than anime," Kyle says.

I nod.

"Are we the stereotype at this point? Theatre kids in love with video games and talking about anime?" I ask.

"I remember the word for that, a nerd," he says.

"Nah, I'm too stupid for that position tbh," I say.

"You're not stupid," he answers.

"The way you say stupid makes me think you-," I start.

"You're just not a try hard," he finishes.

"I mean... fuck being one. I have an idea of my career," I say.

"That is?" He asks.

"Don't laugh... I wanna be a voice actor," I say.

"I would think you would have wanted to be a traditional actor," he says.

"I wanna have my voice in use. At least you didn't tell me to be a porn star," I say.

"That sounds like a hard career," Kyle says.

"Saying I couldn't do it?" I ask, smiling.

I get a bit closer to him, smirking.

"No no. Just talking out loud. Imagine how hard that would be," he says.

I laugh.

"A lot of things would be hard," I say.

"Smooth," Kyle says.

I laugh.

"We theatre kids need to be," i say.

"I think it's your and Kenny's friendship that is making you so damn smooth," Kyle says.

"I can't be smooth? What if I want to be?" I ask.

He laughs, awkwardly.

"Of course you can. I'm not denying you the right to," he says.

"Thank you," I say.

He takes a really deep breath.

"Are you dying or something?" I ask, laughing.

"So, Bebe. I... er-," he says.

"Spit it, will you?" I ask.

"I-I think you're really awesome and pretty and oh god I need Kenny's courage. Could I have it ones in my damned life? So yeah, I like you. I really think you're super nice and I'm pretty sure I've liked for a really long time," he says.

I smile.

"Take a breath, please," I say.

He does as told.

"I like you too, Kyle. A lot, I mean, you've still got a nice ass and all that," I say.

He, because he is so damn tall, leans down to kiss me.

"Well, there goes my moms wishes of me going with a Jewish girl. They are now very dead," he says.

I laugh.

"But if we play Smash, even if I like you, don't expect me to go easy on you, Kyle," I say.

He laughs.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to go easy either," he says.

I nod.

"So you wanna go on a date with me?" He asks.

I nod.

"Sure," I say.