@taco-donovan from here ;
Bebe couldn’t help herself; the butterflies in her stomach still lingered from her childhood crush. Some things didn’t die so easily. Even though she asked Clyde to walk her, she was the one who ended up half a step in front of him. “I dunno about that,” she hummed, flicking her hair over her shoulder. “I’m not sure I’ve ever met a gentleman named Clyde before.”











