Destined for Greatness

Bebe Stevens | 16 | Better than you in case you didn't already know.

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My microwave is such a piece of shit.

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Puppies are adorable, that is all.

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can’t say i disagree. stay away from listening to the radio, they are almost always on.

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It's ridiculous. Whatever, it'll end at some point and they'll be overplaying something else that'll make me want to rip my hair out.

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Amen.

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It's not that I don't like them. It's just hearing the same song on the radio four times in a half an hour drives you a bit nuts.

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If I hear one more One Direction song today I might go insane.

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A bit Tipsy || Clybe

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Having the tipsy girl clinging to him was sort of nauseating, but like, in a good way. Not like, ‘ew this is gross’, but more like ‘oh god I can’t believe this is happening I’m so nervous I’m going to barf’. This must be how Stan felt back in elementary whenever he was around Wendy, though hopefully Clyde didn’t actually end up tossing his cookies on the blonde, that definitely wasn’t going to win her over. 

Clyde grinned widely when Bebe took his hands in hers, following her out into the crowed, his nerves rising. Now, as totally awesome as Clyde was, even he knew he wasn’t the best dancer out there, and that moves like the robot or sprinkler weren’t going to impress someone like Bebe. “I, uh, yeah, okay.” He sputtered, awkwardly moving his hips side to side to the beat of the music, slowly getting into it. Clyde wasn’t sure if he was allowed to touch Bebe or anything so he kept his hands occupied by doing the macarena, laughing like a total dork as he looked to Bebe to see if she found him funny or amusing at all. 

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Bebe swayed her body to the beat of the nameless song playing from the speakers as she watched Clyde dance in front of her. A laugh bubbled to her lips as she watched him move his own body to the beat while his hands did the macarena. She'd like to say if she was sober she wouldn't be laughing at that, wouldn't be here dancing anywhere near him for fear of her image. And she most certainly would not be enjoying herself. But she wasn't sure about it at the moment.

The blonde watched him a few moments longer before giggling and shaking her head. "As much as I enjoy your interpretation of the macarena, maybe you could actually dance with me, hm?" She raised her eyebrows at him. She took his jittering hands in hers before placing them carefully on her waist as she continued to move to the thumping of the speakers.

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A bit Tipsy || Clybe

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Parties weren’t something Clyde got invited to a lot. Now, birthday parties were another story, but real parties, they weren’t his usual scene. Real parties, with alcohol, tipsy women, and a lack of adult supervision. No, not those, but that was only because people just couldn’t handle his amount of awesomeness, obviously, though tonight the brunette managed to weasel himself into one and it was great. Great drinks, great music, and fan-fucking-tastic girls. 

Clyde moved from room to room, dancing with a new giggling intoxicated girl every few minutes it seemed and a red solo cup always in his hand. He was totally getting laid tonight, everyone got laid at these things, and that was the greatest thing about tonight. But, the thing was, from the handful of chicks he could probably score with, none of them actually caught his attention enough to even try putting the moves on them, and that was weird. He excused himself from the girl (he couldn’t remember her name, or if he had even bothered to get it) he was currently dancing with and wandered off to the corner of the room where the keg was located to refill his cup. 

Sipping at his beer, Clyde’s name being called out caught him off guard, since he hadn’t recognized many people here and the ones he had weren’t anyone too friendly with him. He turned to see who it was, eyes landing on a certain blonde who made his entire face light up. “Bebe! Hey!” He responded, happy she would even acknowledge him here. Though Clyde tensed a bit when her arms came around his middle and he looked down at the obviously tipsy girl. “Not at all! I knew you’d come around to the Clydester someday.” Clyde chuckled, grinning widely. 

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Bebe noticed a few odd stares aimed in her direction as she smiled up at the brunette, but she ignored them. She was obviously too tipsy to care about what they were thinking and too tipsy to register exactly who she was talking to. At his agreeing to keep her company, the blonde threw her hands up and smiled. "Yay! I don't really know many people here. Plus the people I do know are a bit.... busy I suppose." She shrugged her shoulders slightly as her eyes trailed across the room before returning to look at Clyde. 

"Come on!" She suddenly exclaimed, taking the boys hand in her smaller one before dragging him into the crowd. Her head was buzzing with music and booze and she just wanted to move, but she didn't want to do it alone as she had been most of the night. Finally reaching a decently open space for the two between the moving bodies she dropped his hand and looked at him. "Well don't just stand there, dance with me!"

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If these birds don’t stop chirping I know what I’m having for breakfast.

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Poor birds.

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It's a great day to stay indoors and watch movies in pajamas.

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A bit Tipsy || Clybe

Bebe's feet pounded against the floor to the beat of whatever song was blaring from the speakers. She didn't care what it was, it was something she could move to and that's exactly what her intoxicated brain hungered for. She gripped the neck of her beer bottle between her fingers as she spun lazily around to the music, edges of her short skirt flying up dangerously high. But the blonde was oblivious, mind too hazy from the alcohol she'd been consuming since her arrival at the rather large house party. 

The girl giggled to herself as she stumbled across the floor, discarding the empty beer bottle on a random table along with other various debris. Bebe's eyes surveyed the swaying crowd. She was becoming bored with just herself as company and she figured someone she knew had to be here. It was one of those huge parties that everyone -- invited or not -- ended up at on a Friday night. After a couple of wandering gazes her eyes landed on a familiar brunette. If she wasn't tipsy she may have been surprised to see him here. But at the moment she didn't really care as she quickly crossed the room towards him. "Clyde!" The girl chirped happily, arms flying over her head. "I didn't know you were here!" 

The blonde stumbled into him as she caught his torso in her arms. A giggle erupted from her lips as she straightened herself before looking up at Clyde. "Mind keeping me company?" 

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Air conditioning and food make me really happy.

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You’re totes too hot for the AC to cool down.

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Well it's doing a great job anyway.

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I appreciate air conditioning I do I do.

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Lucky you. Pandora usually fails to grasp what I desire and then we go through that scene in Brokeback Mountain “I WISH I KNEW HOW TO QUIT YOU”

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It's a rare thing but tonight it's doing good. But I agree with you.

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Sometimes Pandora gets me.

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I could totes make you like soup or something.

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Would you?

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I’ll make you feel better. 

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And how would you do that?