Friends?

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Wendy groaned as her alarm went off. She turned it off, sure to not hit snooze, and got ready. It's Saturday, so she just had to do homework and work. She knows you're supposed to have time off, but she prefers to keep busy. Boredom kills her. 

Bebe was still asleep, but she woke up to a buzz on her phone. She groaned and picked it up from her night table. She smiled as she realized it was a good morning message from Wendy, before anyone else could send one. Bebe usually gets good mornings from many people, trying to be her friend or date her, but she only ever responds to her favorite people's. Like Wendy, Nichole, the girls, Craig's group, and Kenny. She only sucks up to everyone to get popular. Yeah, it's contradictory to her I won't use looks to get far in life rule, but god is being popular helpful.

Wendy: good morning bebe

Bebe: hiii do you wanna meet up today im bored

Wendy: sure do u wanna go to starks or something

Bebe: eh why not loll ill be there at 11

Wendy sent Stan a good morning message too, knowing that he'd respond hours later. He wakes up at 12, just in time to get ready for his baseball games. He hated baseball in fourth grade, but in middle school grew a liking to it. He had strong arms from working in the weed farm, was athletic from chasing his friends around, and was tall enough to do it too. Plus it impressed women.

She then got dressed, just a white tee shirt with some yellow design on it and some dark jeans. She brushed her hair and clipped it back with pink clips. She then brushed her teeth and moisturized her face. Wendy used to have bad acne in middle school, but it cleared up.

She sat on her desk and grabbed her charging laptop, her notebook, her binder, her planner, and opened up her assignments. She worked for three hours, finishing assignment after assignment. Her notes were neatly written and every answer checked three times. She started planning out an essay about a felon's right to vote. She had always been into social justice and politics. She remembers when her fourth grade teacher, Mr. Garrison, made her and Bebe decide how a gay couple would parent. She wants to make sure people like that are never in charge again.

After she got her work done, she got ready to meet up with her best friend. She put on some socks and her black high top vans, and took a small backpack with a book , some money, and a book she was reading. She then walked to her kitchen after realizing she didn't eat, so she toasted a bagel with cream cheese. She grabbed a hoodie, just a dark purple one, slung her bag over her back, and headed out with her bagel.

Bebe spent all morning getting ready. She sat up from her satin pillow case that she has so she can protect her hair. She walked over to her bathroom, with a towel. She was in just some sweat pants and a tee shirt, her pajamas. After turning on the shower, she searched her cupoard for some body wash, a body scrub, and some moisturizer. She put her hair up and in a shower cap, and grabs a wash cloth. She stripped off her clothes and got in her shower, starting with her body scrub. She then washes her body, and when she's done she turns it off. She dries off and moisturizes. 

Everyday she repeats this, but only uses the scrub twice a week. Her mom taught her carefully how to do this. Mrs. Stevens puts hours of research into how to look her best, and forces it upon her daughter too. She has routines, work outs, and diets forced onto her.  Mrs. Stevens has this dumb blonde sense about her, but it's only because it's easy to do and gets her far. She married a rich man, and just sits and looks pretty.

Bebe put her towel around her body, grabbed her pajamas, and headed into her room. She changes into a cropped red spaghetti strap top, black bralette, and high waisted jeans. She sat on her vanity desk and threw on some mascara and lip gloss, which was all she needed. She rushed downstairs, threw some blueberries into a bowl, grabbed a waterbottle, filled it up, ate those blueberries, put her lip gloss and water into her purse, and walked outside.

The two girls walked to Stark's Pond, Wendy arriving first. Wendy sat on the bench and took her book out. She started reading, until Bebe arrived fifteen minutes later, right on the dot. Bebe sat next to Wendy, and turned to her. She pulled out her water and took a sip, reapplying her lip gloss after.

"Hey Wendy!" Bebe said, smiling towards her black haired friend. She fidgeted with her shirt's straps, and Wendy looked up from her book.

"Hi, Bebe!" The two embraced eachother, and they felt butterflies. They usually felt this way when they hugged, so the two girls didn't think much of it. They sat next to eachother and started their conversation.

"Oh Wendy," Bebe started, her sing song voice filling the nearby area. "Did you see Craig's post on Instagram? It's too cute." Bebe opened Instagram and went to Craig's profile, opening a post that showed Craig and his boyfriend Tweek mid kiss.

"I did!" Wendy said, looking excited. "Oh, I'm so jealous. Me and Stan never do that."

"Oh, that's strange. You'd think you too are so close that you'd be all over eachother." Bebe said, starting to fidget with the straps of her shirt again. Wendy looked to her shirt strap.

"You always fidget with that thing." Wendy said, obviously trying to change the subject Bebe decided to ignore that, she wanted Wendy to feel safe. Bebe smiled, and let go of it, blushing a tad. It's just some stupid habit she picked up.

"I know, it's such a weird habit." Bebe said, picking up her phone again, looking to Nichole's posts. She then just scrolled through her feed, liking a select amount of people's post, paying careful attention. 

"Oh, it's kind of cute." Wendy said looking over her shoulder, at Bebe's phone. Bebe turned redder and hoped that Wendy wouldn't realize. She wasn't sure why she was so embarrassed by her friend's words and actions. Wendy turned to her bag and picked up her phone.

"Are you hungry? I could go for some Chinese." Bebe said, trying to distract herself from what Wendy said. 

"Oh yeah! City Wok?" Wendy asked, even though City Wok was the only Chinese restaurant to exist in South Park. It's a small-ish restuarant owned by Tuong Lu Kim, probably the only Asian guy in South Park. He still has his heavy accent and cares for the town very much.

"Sure, lets go." Bebe replied, her stomach growling. She only had blueberries for breakfast, so she was starving. She was used to light breakfasts, but this was way less than what she was used to. She was in such a rush it was impossible to get proper food.

The two girls walked to City Wok, which was all the way across the small town. They talked about stupid things, and how their friend Red McArthur had recently came out as lesbian. That brought the amount of gays in South Park (that they knew) to 6. They were really proud of her. They arrived at City Wok, and were surprised at what they saw.