I am so fucking over this.
Warnings: Cursing, a bit of a familiar dominance level difference going on. I didn't want to make it like that, I sort of just gave up and decided that 'Fuck it, I'm in a hurry' is the right reaction. (Also, Stan's Half-British here.)
Ages: 16 both.
Extra: I see this as the prequel to the 'Call' one. I don't know why I decided this was it.
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Bebe's POV.

"Hi Wends," I say.

She smiles at me.

"So how has the first week of summer been?" I ask.

She laughs.

"Stan and I broke up, Kyle is furious with me and Kenny hasn't talked to me in like a week, although that could be expected, we only talk on the occasion. But he was being so nice at the 'end of the year' party thingy. So it feels pretty weird," Wendy says.

"Kenny's been hanging with Stan a lot. I haven't seen him much and that's saying a lot. I am his best friend after Karen and Kevin. But from what i see, he thinks you're so fucking awesome. If you broke up with Stan, that might give you less points to be honest," I say, laughing.

Wendy laughs.

"I broke up with him a couple of times. Does that mean I automatically did this time?" Wendy asks.

"Ooh. Tell me all about that," I say.

"This time, Stan was the one to bring it up. He said he wanted to stay friends but also said that he is going to retake all the test this week and really wanted to focus on the grades now, he's having a hard test after as a like 'was your success actually you doing it'," Wendy says.

"What? Really? Stan, retaking the tests of the year?" I ask.

"He got a last chance for his dream school. Honestly, considering Carrison and how he was our teacher for years, I could say he had the right to a second chance," Wendy says.

"Where is he trying out again? Teaching where?" I ask.

"A collage in Britain," Wendy says.

I laugh.

"England? Why the fuck?" I ask.

"Britain. People insist it's a big difference. Anyway, he has a lot of British family and wanted to go somewhere where he could meet up them fairly consistently," Wendy says.

"What about Kyle and Kenny and everyone else?" I ask.

"His word, not mine. 'I don't fucking sleep, it's not going to be hard at all'. Dude, Stan, it doesn't work like that. People get broken apart by distance if they're not used to it," Wendy says.

I nod.

"He is calling it really easy to, maybe, for the next 12 years of his life have time to pull an all nighter per person. Who the fuck thinks that?" I ask.

She laughs.

"Hey, Bebe, I'm going to Finland for more than half of the time I've been alive. You fine with that?" She asks.

I can't help bursting out laughing.

"Oh I forgot to tell you, I'm going to the Philippines for like half a lifetime," I say.

Wendy laughs.

"They wouldn't have your ugly ass there anyway," she says.

"Bitch, fight me. I'm not ugly!" I say.

She laughs.

"Totally not," she says.

"Take it back," I say.

"How about nope?" Wendy asks.

I hug her.

"I'm not letting you go until you apologise. I am NOT ugly," I say.

She starts giggling... which is literally a legendary thing. She never giggles.

"Fine, fine, you're not ugly," she says.

I let go of her. There is a moment of silence before I remember the line Kenny taught me (obviously it's pretty cringe but fuck it. He said it's more for laughs anyway.)

"Wanna play eye spy?" I ask.

"Sure," she says.

"I see something adorable," I say.

"Um... where's the mirror then?" She asks.

"Oh goddamnit," I say.

She laughs.

"Come on. I know all the lines by now," Wendy says.

"Can you not? I just wanted to flirt with you, is that somehow wrong now," I say.

She shakes her head.

"Try an another one," Wendy says.

I burst out laughing.

"I just reminded myself of Kenny's shitty ones from like 3-6th grade. He had good ones, but there were awful ones," I say.

She smiles, nodding for me to continue.

"I had one wish for Christmas and that was a kiss from you," I say.

"That's actually not... that bad," Wendy says.

"Oh it is. But it gets worse," I say.

She mentally and physically prepares herself to be astounded by stupidity.

"The only way for me to be happy is... a kiss from you," I say.

It was not that wholesome the first time around.

"Kenny did not say that," Wendy says.

I nod.

"He did not. But I thought to give the censured version," I say.

She smiles.

"Any other ones?" She asks.

"Oh I remember the one. It was so stupid. A little context, Kenny and I got pissed at the 'Are you an angel' because it became so annoying to hear every turn," I say.

"I'm in on this," Wendy says.

"Did you come from Hell?" I ask.

She laughs at how this flirt is starting.

"Because your beauty has me sinning," I say.

"That's actually not bad," she says.

I smile at her.

"Do you know what else isn't that bad?" I ask.

She laughs.

"Do tell," she says.

"Dating me," I say.

She freezes slightly at the serious tone.

"You wanna kiss me, bro?" She asks, trying to make it as funny as she can.

"Yeah, I sure do," I say.

I seriously owe Kenny right now.

"Well. Would you just kiss me then?" She asks.

"Why not kiss me first?" I ask.

"I like it more this way around," she says.

I smile and kiss her. She, as the taller one, has a lot more neck turning to do than I do.

"Wanna do that again, beautiful?" I ask.

She laughs and soon we kiss again.

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I may or may not be able to say I have made the flirts that didn't already exist. Yey.

~Eko.