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"A wise girl knows her limits. A smart one, knows that she has none." Closed RP blog. Affiliated with hfrp.

[honeycaplister]

;;outofshoes;;

Alrighty then. It seems this roleplay has died out officially. Sigh. Which makes me feel a little bummed out. But it’s okay, I understand that people are busy and have lives and such. Even in the summer, sadly. But I just want to say, that I’ve had a lot of fun here, you guys were very cute, and great roleplaying companions, I really loved all of your portrayal of the characters!  And I’m still around! So if anyone would like to continue rping, I’ll stick around!

And I encourage anyone who still interested in rping with me to ask for my skype! I haven’t lost any muse for Bebe, and I’m willing to rp anyone else too. I’m all about roleplaying buddies, so don’t be afraid to hit me up! 

Have a lovely day ya’ll! See you around ~

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Late Night Texts  || Bebe&Kyle

Kyle: [1:30AM] luuk at chu bein all worrie d and all dat ;) but 2 answ er your queston im @

Kyle: [1:30AM] whoaps i accdentlly sent it rght away h aha

Kyle: [1:31AM] come 2 ppapa bb

Kyle: [1:31AM] *bby

Kyle: [1:31AM] *bebe

Kyle: [1:31AM] *baby

Bebe: [1:30AM] Don't be a butt, Kyle.

Bebe: [1:31AM] Dude.. You must be wasted.

Bebe: [1:32AM] WHERE TF U AT MAN??

Bebe: [1:32AM] Kyle! YOU ARE BEING A BUTT.

Bebe: [1:33AM] This is not how I imagined you flirting with me...

Bebe: [1:33AM] KYLE, IF YOU DON'T TELL ME WHERE YOU'RE AT, I'LL WILL KICK YOUR LUSCIOUS ASS.

[honeycaplister]

o my goodness, gary is such a lil qt. and theres damien being all grumpy, how dare u. 

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Bebe ◯ Craig

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“Honestly? You look like hell.” She admitted, resting her elbows onto their table.

“But that’s why I’m here, ‘cause you love me and need my company.” Her words were said in confidence, taking another bite of her food, she pointed at him in a menacing way. “If I hear your smart ass sass me, I’ll leave this table without hesitation.” She flipped her hair to a side, “Besides, you’re totally in love with me.” She smirked. Teasing him was her favorite thing. 

Craig and Bebe had a compelling friendship to say the least. If either of them ever needed comfort when their usual friends weren’t available, they’d call each other up. And it wasn’t really something anyone at school questioned, which was strange, but not as surprising. As they were very down low about it, and yet at the same time, they didn’t care. It was defiantly entertaining watching how they interacted with each other.

“ ..Feeling anti-social today, huh?” She asked, eyeing the way he was moving. She sighed, pushing her tray in front of him. Without saying another word, she stood up, and moved her way around to his side of the table. She sat herself right next to him, pulling her tray back in it’s presented place.

“Here,” Her hand passed him her bottle of water. “Hydrate yourself.” She virtually commanded.

Seeing Craig as jittery as he was, always made her worry. She never liked the fact that, most of his friends were blind to Craig problems. She understood some of them put in effort, but it wasn’t enough if he was practically twitching for his obsession.

“I could be better. Tryouts were canceled today, so I’m pretty disappointed about that. Fuck rain.” Rolling her eyes she took her phone out to check her feed. “Kenny actually texted me saying that he was going to tryout too. Ahhh, it’s always hard to tell when that dude is joking.”

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detained with the blondes || bebe&mercedes

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Mercy had never been one to pay attention to who was popular and who was not.  The hierarchy of a school is trivial compared to working a job and trying to earn a living at a young age.  Soon, the rest of her classmates would grow to understand that and everything they stood for in high school would be worthless.  No one in the real world cares if you were popular in the twelfth grade and anybody still stuck in that mind frame would surely fail. 

“Nice to meet you,” she spoke softly, shaking the her hand shyly before withdrawing her own back into her comfort space.  Mercedes had lost her want to be social, feeling a little down that she had gotten her hopes all up about a boy when she should’ve known it was nothing but a fluke.  

With a sigh, the teen looked away for a moment, then quickly glanced back at her question.  “Hm? I… uhm, no not at all.  I’ve just got a lot on my mind,” she replied, not wanting to put the other girl in the middle of her silly feelings.  It wasn’t her fault, after all.  She was just a bystander.

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“You wanna talk about it? I obviously have plenty of free time.” 

It didn’t baffle Bebe as much as it’s supposed to, it was all a game to her after all. The friends, the enemy’s, the high school bullshit. It wasn’t something she let get into her head. Ever since she was pushed off her high horse freshman year, her mindset was completely different. Bebe truly only wanted company at the moment. There was nothing she could do but wait-- and she wanted to take this free time to relax and possibly make a new/old friend.

“If your not comfortable about it, I could understand. But if it helps you could sugar coat it..” She leaned in, flipping her fingers towards herself as sign to come closer. “I’m really good at giving advice!” She whispered, “Just try me.” she gave the other girl a smile before adjusting herself back to her seat.

Bebe studied the other blonde for a moment, and not even a millisecond later, she knew what troubled her. It was a boy! ..Or girl, whatever. Either way, from experience, she recognized that face. 

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eeyyyy ✉ ❤ ♣

✉  2 AM text

[TEXT] [2:43AM] Kyle? You awake?

[TEXT] [2:43AM] I’ve been up all night because of this last stupid equation. I need help.

[TEXT] [2:51AM] You might be sleeping, but you wont hear the end of this tomorrow.

[TEXT] [2:52AM] Night, Carrot Top.

❤  lusty/loving/affectionate message

[TEXT] [10:11AM] Yeah so…

[TEXT] [10:11AM] Saying someones cute isn’t that big of a deal.

[TEXT] [10:11AM] Besides, I was talking about your but.

[TEXT] [10:12AM] My ass is still cuter though. You would know  >.>

[TEXT] [10:13AM] You’re a butt.

♣ drunk message

[TEXT] [4:30AM] kyle i think st an like u

[TEXT] [4:30AM] wart do u likes stan???

[TEXT] [4:30AM] i ink wendy likes e

[TEXT] [4:33AM] wait..m., nah

[TEXT] [4:46AM] i cnats ee omgh

[TEXT] [4:50AM] f vr

[TEXT] [4:51AM] bobby come truuu, u deevre a rounf

[TEXT] [4:57AM] i sWEAR i thought I SAW U

[TEXT] [4:57AM] R U AT THNS PARTY OMG

[TEXT] [5:00AM] ye nvm, that was anothr rehed

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all text symbols??? ouo

✉  2 AM text

[TEXT] [2:00AM] You’re still up reading aren’t you?

[TEXT] [2:00AM] Quit overlooking your phone..

[TEXT] [2:05AM] Go to bed! We have practice tomorrow.

✘  unsent text

{TEXT} {5:23PM} FROM A SCALE OF 1 AND 69, HOW GAY ARE WE DUDE??

{TEXT} {5:23PM} I’M FREAKING OUT, WTF.

☠ threatening message

[TEXT] [11:34AM] Don’t you dare sit next to me at lunch.

[TEXT] [11:34AM] If you know what’s best for you.. You can cut me out of your life.

❤  lusty/loving/affectionate message

[TEXT] [8:16AM] Be my prom date?

[TEXT] [8:16AM] It’s to early, no one has beaten me, RIGHT?

[TEXT] [8:17AM] You’re too cute to be alone on such a magical night. Be there with me, or be square.. or whatever.

[TEXT] [8:17AM] Lovveee meee.

♣ drunk message

[TEXT] [12:06AM] he y, u know who s like relicy cute ??r

[TEXT] [12:06AM] clide

[TEXT] [12:06AM] did i tyell u bout tje other day? . ..wai t mo nvm

[TEXT] [12:07AM] DNT TELL HIM I SAD THAT

[TEXT] [12:09AM] U KNO WHO ELSE IS CUT???

[TEXT] [12:09AM] WAUT IM SUTCK ON CAPS

[TEXT] [12:09AM] KYLME

[TEXT] [12:09AM] I MEAN MEM

[TEXT] [12:09AM] IM  S PO CUTE

[honeycaplister]

um?????????

craig is such a lil weirdo.... i want ten. 

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[honeycaplister]

oh my goodness , that was a load off my shoulders. it’s literally four in the moring, I’m so sorry if a left any errors in my replies. or if they’re written in a weird way, i’m just so tried ; ;

forgive me bbies, but i need sleep, and a lot of it!

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Late Night Texts  || Bebe&Kyle

Kyle: [1:21AM] if u think my as s is cute u should c urs

Kyle: [1:22AM] u bootiful creture

Kyle: [1:22AM] *bootyful

Kyle: [1:24AM] *buttiful

Kyle: [1:24AM] *boobtiful

Kyle: [1:25AM] ;0

Kyle: [1:25AM] *;)

Bebe: [1:22AM] ....What?

Bebe: [1:23AM] Kyle???

Bebe: [1:23AM] Are you okay?!

Bebe: [1:23AM] I mean thank you, but WHAT THE HECK???

Bebe: [1:24AM] KYLE

Bebe: [1:25AM] Jfc. Kyle are you drunk? Where are you?

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Wendy really felt bad that she couldn’t convince her parents that Bebe is a genuinely good person. They’ve been through so much after all and yet here they were, still being the best of friends. Most of the people in school even regarded them as the female version of Stan and Kyle (which she found to be slightly annoying since she didn’t want the name of their relationship to rely on someone else’s relationship). She liked Bebe, maybe even more than she should sometimes because the girl can offer a very comforting shoulder when needed.

Bebe was always there to pick up the pieces, especially during the times when Wendy would break up with Stan every now and then. She was there to tell her that she was doing all right or that she was being selfish. Bebe has always been a straightforward person and maybe that’s why Wendy liked her so much. She doesn’t sugarcoat things like most girls do when talking to her. Apparently, after all the brawls the possible valedictorian had with Cartman, nobody wanted to get to her bad side so it was hard to determine if someone was being genuinely friendly to her or not.

She joined her friend on the bench and stared at her as instructions were laid out in the air– instructions that were so puzzling that Wendy couldn’t help just stare and blink for a moment. “You sure have thought this through.” She then finally chuckled, slightly bewildered but managed to get the gist of what her blonde friend was trying to say.

She nodded in an understanding manner as Bebe explained her lack of care about what her parents thought of her. But after hearing her last sentence, Wendy found herself blushing and smiling at her. 

“Thanks, Bebe. That’s pretty much the same way I feel about you.” Now with the pressure flying off of her shoulders and her heart still fluttering at her best friend’s words, the raven-haired girl sighed before taking another scoop of her froyo. “So it’s settled then. We’ll head over to Josh’s,” She emphasized the name while giving the blonde a teasing raise of a brow. “and hopefully, it’ll be as fun as it is being advertised. It is pretty much the talk of the school lately. Who do you think will be there?”

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There was no one in the world that Bebe trusted more than Wendy. It sometimes made Bebe feel discouraged about her relationships, thinking how she couldn't trust her boyfriends anymore than her best friend. Isn’t your boyfriend supposed to be your best friend too? She couldn’t help but mistrust most of her significant other’s, since her scale of betrayal was so large. And who was there for her when she most needed comfort? Wendy.

It’s like they were attached to the hip. they always knew what the other was thinking, Bebe always thought of Wendy as a  sister she’s never had. So to think her parents didn’t love her as much as she loved Wendy, was puzzling for Stevens.

It was so much more of a different case when it considered Wendy. Bebe’s parents loved her. They always encouraged Bebe to make up with Wendy whenever they’d fight, or just to hang out with her in general. To this day Bebe thinks if it weren’t for her best friend, she’d still be that spoiled nine year old she used to be. She always felt that she owed Wendy in some kind of way. But she’s never admitted it to the brunette, instead, she used the “actions are better than words” method to thank her. Whenever Testaburger needed the help, Bebe would drop everything, to immediately help her. no questions asked.

Bebe couldn’t help but laugh along with her companion, “Always!” she liked being the natural leader she was. She knew the right people, and tactics to get things done. She’s always thought that this was why other’s attached themselves to her so easily. And why she became so popular in the first place. It wasn’t hard for Bebe to get the things she wanted, it was a lot of power for a teenager, so she was very responsible with it. Usually only helping those she cares about, and once in while, outsiders that had something to offer in return. It kind of seemed like a business, but it was really just Bebe being as nice as she is.

“I’m glad to hear that.” She returned a smile to the other girl, before looking at her once more. Chuckling at her snarky tease, the blonde gently shrugged. “Um, if we’re talking girls, then I’m pretty sure we’ll see Red there. As goes for Monica and, ugh Katherine. She’ll most likely be hanging out with Sophia, hopefully we won’t crash into those two. —And if we’re talking boys, we’ll probably see a lot of jocks there. So Stan.. Might be there. But it’s whatever, they’ll be a buttload of people, I doubt will catch him.” She assured the other girl, just to make sure she didn’t get worked up of her ex being there.”But um, we’ll probably see Clyde and Token. And if Stan’s going we might see Kyle too. And if he goes, Eric will probably be there. —It really depends on what people choose to go.”

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Oh look at here, one of Craig’s fangirls ready and armed to defend their cock lord. Why don’t you go suck his balls and choke on them at that, Bebe? Oh I’m sorry, is it not your turn yet? Is Red taking the cock you want deep inside you tonight and that’s why you’re so irritable? 

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Come again? I couldn’t hear you over that lithsp, is that a twinky in your mouth? Or is it a dick?  --What a pitiful attempt of trying to hurt my feeling. Do you honestly think you can? I mean, if you really want to take that road, I’m all for it. But you better prepare yourself for the burn you’ll undertake.

On second thought, maybe I shouldn’t waste my time. It’s not like you could actually make me cry anyway. I already know what’s coming, it’s not that you had any originality in the first place.

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Bebe ◯ Craig

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It had been raining all morning, and Bebe was not having it. As much as she enjoyed rain, it’s timing was inevitable. Tryouts for their cheer team were supposed to be held today, and the blonde, being the head cheerleader, was looking forward to recruiting newbies to join her team. But fortunately she was just recently informed that the school might take in consideration, of change the location from the outside field, to the inside gymnasium. But this was very unlikely, the school's board were already juggling a mess someone else committed, Bebe doubted they would look into her situation with their hand being so full.

Bebe took a bite of her french fries as she listen to the rest of her girlfriends complain about the same thing. Her eyes slowly wandered off though, as she planted her eyes on her familiar friend, looking like a lost puppy. What is he doing?

Her eyes looked across the cafeteria, noticing his group of friends weren’t sitting at the same table they usually do. That’s odd. Soon her friends caught her attention once more, spouting out that they had to go to the restroom. Bebe planned to go with them, but something else made her stay.

It was Craig. —-As the other girls stood up to do their thing, they blew kisses away to Bebe, leaving her at the table confused as hell.

Without mouthing a word back, she stood up taking her tray with her, slowly walking over to Craig, sitting in front of him.

Her brows furrowed, as she simply asked.

“..You okay Craig?”

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the barbie and the jock || bebe&clyde

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There was absolutely nothing better than having Bebe cling to him, Clyde realized. It had been so fucking long since he actually had the blonde this close to him and now that it was happening right before his very eyes, he could feel his heart racing and his mind scrambling for every possible scenario that could happen after this. He knew that he really shouldn’t be this infatuated by Bebe; almost every guy he knows in school had been telling him that he was being stupid. Once a person used you for their own benefit, it’s better if you leave them for good unless you want to indulge yourself in an abusive relationship, they used to tell him whenever they would catch the brunet looking at her.

Clyde understood and appreciated their concern but they knew nothing. Even before Bebe had used him for shoes, they still had good times together. She was pretty much the only girl he had hung out with for she always seemed to be cool with anything from making a bet with him to see who can spit the most on Pip to throwing rocks at cars passing by.

Their entire relationship just dropped after the list incident and Clyde wasn’t even sure if he was the one who just stopped hanging out with her or vice versa. Either way, he felt bad. He should probably apologize for steering clear from her.

But that will have to wait for his eyes caught the way the blonde abruptly jerked her hand away from his chest, obvious heat rising up her cheeks. She then went on to apologize to him with a few stuttered words here and there which did nothing but puzzle the jock. She must be really embarrassed for almost losing her balance and Clyde was glad that he was the one who caught her instead of some perverted freak who would have taken advantage of her lack of balance.

“Oh… yeah.” He nodded as a response to her question, looking down and realizing that she was still holding onto his hand. He decided not to point it out because holy shit, Bebe Stevens was holding his hand, and offered her a somewhat sheepish smile. “The guys are kinda busy today so… yeah, I’m alone. How about you?” He asked before looking behind her to see if any of her friends were nearby. “…not with Wendy today?” He asked a little bit too hopefully.

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It felt like such a convenient situation for the girl. They were separated for all of this time, and suddenly they’ve been thrown back into the mix together. Bebe wasn’t planning on wasting any time. She’d never admit to it, but she cared about the things people thought about her. Especially the people she was interested in. As much as she tried to convince herself that she didn’t, it just wasn’t enough. So there was no way in hell she was going to let Clyde think of her as some spoiled ridiculous teenage girl. And even if the rumors about her hadn’t convince him by then, she was stubborn to  at least make him her friend.

The way they cut each other off bothered her, they might’ve been kids, but it still hadn’t gone through her head how she hadn’t even said “hi” to him by passing. Was she really that busy? —It doesn’t matter anymore. This was her second chance. There was no better time. They were both alone, and free. Or so she thought.

Her mind was running in circles at the moment. So much was happening. Shake it off Bebe. Get yourself together. Where the hell is your charm? She thought to herself. She quickly changed her attitude, clearing her throat, while slightly tilting her head.

“Really? That’s cool, I guess. Y’know, you have some time to yourself.” She began, “—Oh, same here. Wendy and Red actually invited me to hang out tonight, but I canceled once I found these.” She lifted one of her feet, to show off one of her practically ancient skates. “I found them waaay back into my closet. I wanted to tested them out again.” She placed her heel back onto the ground, adjusting her shoulder bag to her side. “On the contrary of what it seems— I’m actually an exceptional skater.” She chuckled, “I’m not sure if you’ve ever seen me, but I usually stake on Stark’s Pond when it’s snowing.” 

“So um, are you busy today? —- I heard there’s a secret little passage way around this park somewhere, and I personally wouldn’t mind some company to try and find it.” She pulled her hand up— erm, at least tried too. Finally she took note of their hands being intertwined, her gaze met with his, and instead of pulling away, she clenched a bit tighter. She could physically feel her heart beat this time.

Ba- dum, ba- dum.

At this point she didn’t care, her goal was to forget about the embarrassing situation that occurred, and to possibly have a new companion. Her stare never moved, and without hesitation she spoke.

“What do ya’ say? —Like old times?”

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✖ penny for your thoughts - bebexdamien

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[✖] – “I see no reason why I should hate some humans. No matter what attitude they present to me, they’re all entertaining.” Perhaps, as a child, he had mounted some sort of detestation to humanity for making it laborious for him to fit in but he then grew out of that in the long run. What was the use of bearing a grudge against them when he’ll be persecuting their souls once they wound up at their imminent end? Most of the people in South Park aren’t even Mormons so he was more than positive that he’ll be seeing them again in Hell real soon.

An exception to that rule would be Kenny McCormick though who had been going in and out of Hell so many times now, he had been inadvertently fucking with the system and giving Satan a headache. But hey, Damien wasn’t here to think about work right now. He was here to avoid that in the first place.

He found himself laughing at Bebe’s incontestable sarcasm, liking her spice. That assuredly answered his question and he expected that. In contempt of popular belief, Bebe doesn’t seem like the type to give herself away nilly willy. At the girl’s question though, he looked at her with a slight look of surprise.

That was new. Nobody ever really asks him what he thinks of them simply because why would you ask such a thing to the son of Satan? People would automatically assume that his words will cut through them tortuously and he couldn’t blame them. He had created quite a reputation for himself after making a few students break down in front of everyone.

“Hmm…” He hummed in thought for a quick moment as he averted his gaze away from his companion and back to the view in front of them. “Despite what people say, I’m not someone who relies on rumors unless I witness the scenario myself. Let’s just say, among all the mortals I know in this town, you’re the one who doesn’t drive me to have the impulse of breaking you.” He laughed at that and crossed his arms behind his head. “Fuck, I wouldn’t even know what to do with you once you– no wait. I mean, if you get sent to Hell.” Right, he’s not allowed to tell them anything about how the system works.

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Bebe smirked at his response, twirling her fingers through the wind. “You and me both.”

Hatred and annoyance was something Bebe was already used to by now. Insults and taunts cease to have an effect on her, after a while. Her own parents couldn’t make her flinch, and they created her. Most of the verbal abuse however, came from girls at school, who were envious of her or boys who were reject by her. This used to affect the blonde in her middle school years, but she later grew a hard shell. Thanking anyone who hurt her, as it made her as strong as she is. She was the queen of her kingdom, and no one had the guts to knock her down.

She felt she could relate to Damien in a way. People were both afraid of them, due to their capabilities. No one knew their weaknesses. And they both had this sense of superiority over other’s. Maybe Damien a bit more than Bebe, since she knew he probably felt more superior than everyone, including herself, but it was still similar feeling.

If it weren’t for how much she felt she was relatable to him, she probably wouldn’t converse with the demon. Sure he was charming and humorous.. in his own way, but he was still the son of satan. That’s not exactly someone you should trust. It explains why people constantly avoided talking to him. But for more than one reason, Bebe gravitated towards him. And she enjoyed the talks they had, whenever they had them. She wasn’t afraid of him, so she always treated him how she’d treat anyone else... That she favored that is.

“That doesn’t surprise me. Mortals are idiots anyway, right?” She spoke with amusement, pushing all of her hair to one side. “Breaking me? Interesting. --Do you have a count of how many mortals you’ve broken? I bet I’ve broken more than you have-- on earth that is. Hell doesn’t count!” She chuckled, “Oh no, I’m sure I’ll meet you down there. In fact, you’ll probably get tired of me, once you see me.. I wont leave you alone. I promise you that.”

A smile crept up for the other, only shrugging afterwards.”You’re most likely going to end up putting me into a torture chamber-- that’s if hell has any.” She raised an eyebrow, hoping he might slip out more details of her future home.

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detained with the blondes || bebe&mercedes

[offawna]

She glanced the paper over once more, cheeks taking on a tinge of pink as she finally recognized the subject– it was her new friend!  Clyde, right?  Or was it Clay?  No- no definitely Clyde.  Did this girl know him?  Were they dating?  A bit of sadness sunk into her stomach at the thought, but she opted to ignore it.  Boys didn’t like a girl that walked around half dressed and flirted with everyone for a job, anyways, so there wasn’t a chance there to begin with.

She had gotten side tracked, then, and almost missed the next question.  Pausing just a moment, Mercedes shook the thoughts from her mind and smiled.  “Uhm, yes– that’s me.  Sorry if I… uhm, don’t recall your name.  We see a lot of faces in Raisin’s, including workers,” continued the teen, feeling her cheeks take on a darker tone due to the embarrassment. 

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Bebe noticed a slight delay in the blonde’s reply. It looked like something was troubling her, maybe she wasn’t in the mood to talk. Prior to Bebe’s planned interruption, her despondent facial expression changed, and Mercedes actually answered her question. Bebe blinked, a bit confused before replying. “Oh, thank god. I would’ve been embarrassed if I got your name wrong.” She smiled broadly, laying her head onto her rested arms.

“Ha, I understand. As I said, I used to work there too.” Bebe pointed out, kind of surprised this girl didn’t even recognize her. Not only was Bebe her former co-worker, but she was also one of the most popular girls in school. She thought everyone attending their high school would at least know about the popular cliques. Stan’s and Kyle’s group, Craig’s and Tweek’s Group, Bebe and Wendy’s Group. This came off as strange to the girl, since she was positive she told Lola to invite Mercedes to their sunshine club back in middle school. 

But, it wasn’t something she was going to mention at the moment, she didn’t want to cause any further embarrassment for the other blonde. “It’s Bebe,” She placed out her hand to shake the other girl’s. “Bebe Stevens.” Her features were soft, trying to make the other girl feel more comfortable with herself. Bebe was still curious to why her expressions were perviously so unhappy, she just couldn’t help herself from asking about it. “Um, are you alright? You looked kind of gloomy before.. Did I make you uncomfortable?”

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