wendy remained where she sat, that silly grin still on her lips as she looked at her best friend - cheeks slowly coming back from a furious jungle red to a less noticeable pink tint. she was filled with a deep curiosity to see the picture. had it managed to capture just how flustered she’d been? that still didn’t make much sense to her. it wasn’t as though this behavior was something new. bebe had always been the touchy affectionate type.
the jolt it had sent through her though? that was definitely new. but it felt beautiful, pure, even if it was alarming - a feeling she couldn’t quite place.
icy hues rolled at her words, as if a promise was actually necessary - it took a lot for the darker girl to insist on deleting a picture. photos were memories, and after her past actions and prevailing thoughts, wendy had learned to cherish these memories while she still held on to them. they were of utmost importance to her.
still -as blue hues glided over the picture, she felt that heat returning to her cheeks because the picture was perfect. sure, it was shaky, but that seemed to enhance it. the picture held something she’d yet to see in one of their shared moments, even if she couldn’t quite place her finger on it. it was perfect, down to every last detail. even before bebe said something about making it her facebook profile picture, wendy knew that was likely where it would end up. what could she say? she knew her best friend well.
it seemed a shame, though - the thought that bebe had something like this while she didn’t. but as she thought, wendy’s smile grew. maybe this time she could fluster her best friend ]instead of it being the other way around. silently she placed the phone face down on the bed between them before grabbing her own and opening her camera.
“ only if i can have a matching one. “
the words held an almost triumphant tone as she quickly leaned in closer to bebe, one hand holding the phone out to snap the picture before the other could react ( hopefully she would catch her by surprise as well ) while the other hand reached to touch the opposite cheek. icy hues closed as she leaned in to press dark purple lips against her best friend’s cheek, snapping the camera shutter as they met skin.
Bebe almost felt disappointed to see the jungle red dim from Wendy’s face. Why? Maybe the visible embarrassment made her feel superior. Bebe did always take a peculiar pleasure in making others uncomfortable. Or maybe it was because she missed her chance to press her palm against the soft skin on Wendy’s cheeks. The delicate traces of pink still looked adorable, of course, but red would’ve been extra warm to the touch.
Did Wendy even notice her staring? No, she was still looking at the photo.
With a laugh, Bebe turned back to her laptop. Slender fingers danced over the keyboard as she opened her playlist. Her gaze flickered over the songs displayed until it paused on one. Under Your Spell. Bold choice, Stevens. But she was nothing if not bold. As mellow beats faded in through the speakers, Bebe placed her computer on her bedside table.
I don’t eat, I don’t sleep, I do nothing but think of you
I don’t eat, I don’t sleep, I do nothing but think of you
Returning to Wendy, she lifted her leg, wrapping her arms around her knee and letting the other dangle off the side of the bed. Dark hair seemed almost black against the dark red lighting of her room. The smell coconut. Fairy bulbs from her tween years entwined behind sheer chiffon fabric on her headboard. Bebe found herself staring at their dreamy glow, her eyelids lowering behind heavy lashes.
You keep me under your spell
You keep me under your spell
You keep me under your spell
Her gaze dropped and her fingers found a loose thread on her sock to play with. Her heart fluttered in unison with the beat of the song.
You keep me under your spell
You keep me under your spell
You keep me under your spell
Suddenly, Wendy spoke again. Bebe barely registered what she said before there was a camera in her face and a kiss on her cheek. The fluttering seemed to double, then triple, until she thought there were a thousand butterflies caged in her chest. Her face must’ve looked shocked, dumb. Bebe didn’t want to see her expression in that picture. Her skin prickled as blood and heat rose to the surface, and yet, the spot where Wendy pulled away from felt cold. Bebe turned to look at her, eyes wide, and mouth barren of any comeback or response.
Hey!
Yeah?
I was wondering
Eyes locked, beautiful blue almost purple in the red ambiance.
Do you know the difference between love and obsession?
They reminded her of stars.
Collapsing under the weight of their own gravity, pulling her in, closer.
And what's the difference between obsession and desire?
Leaning farther, falling in deeper, Bebe licked her lips.
The world around them fell away in swirls.
Do you think this feeling can last forever?
She reached up, traced her fingertips over the gentle pulse on Wendy’s neck.
You mean like forever ever? forever ever? forever ever? forever ever?
Her grasp became firm, holding her there.
Cherry lips parted, emerald eyes searched for any signs of hesitance in the other, though she herself felt dizzy with uncertainty.
And yet she was never more certain of anything her whole life.
The gap between their lips grew impossibly narrow, until it finally disappeared in a kiss.
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