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❝ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐈𝐗 :

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⊹ THE ADULTS ARE TALKING. ⊹

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𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧

Y/N POV :

𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧

I placed down a plastic kids table with matching plastic seats. Gently I draped a lace covering over it, I sat up some fragile little tea cups and a pot, etc. They each had a pretty flower design on them. I sighed as I placed a little teddy bear on one of the seats.

"What are you doing?" Kenny spoke softly as he entered the room, I turned to face him,

"Bebe is bringing over her little girl again, so I'm just setting this all up. Bebe thought it would be nice to hang out with me since she's free this weekend."

"Oh, that's alright . . . Isn't Bebe's kid a bit too small for all of this?"

"No, she's four years old, Ken. I'm pretty sure she'll enjoy this."

"Whatever you say, love."

I quietly hummed to my own tune as Kenny exited the room, I stepped back and looked over my placement I had made.

"Not bad, Y/N." I smirked as I quietly praised myself, holding my hips as I admired the plastic table with it's things placed on it. My head turned as a idea popped up in my head, pressing the button of the television so it could turn on. I put on some kid cartoons before I walked off into the kitchen.

I scoffed playfully as the sight of Kenny was now in front of me, he was shoving poptarts down his throat.

"Now. What are you doing?" I asked as I leaned on the kitchen counter, he leaned onto it as well as he stared at me with innocent eyes.

"Nothing much, heh . . . " he started before his eyes trailed down from my own, my brow quirked at his sudden shift of gaze. He smirked as his eyes quickly found it's way to mine again,

"You come here often, hot stuff?" he asked as he gave me a goofy smile, I chuckled as my brows scrunched,

"I live here you dimwit."

"Wow. That must make me the luckiest man in the world!" I rolled my eyes playfully, walking away from him. I still felt his eyes on me as my legs took me towards the fridge. I came to a halt and looked over my shoulder to catch him staring at me with big eyes.

I lifted my shoulder a bit and turned my head back around and continued my path towards the fridge.

𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧

"Bebe! You're here!" I exclaimed happily as I engulfed my friend in a big hug. She giggled as I tightened my grip before letting go, my eyes then drift down to her identical daughter. They looked eerily similar, except for the eye color, Bebe's was blue whereas her daughter's was brown.

I smiled at them both before I moved out the way,

"Come on in!" I said excitedly as they both stepped inside, her daughter, Claire, gasped as she ran towards the whole tea party I sat up, I smiled mischievously as my plan worked.

I linked my arm with Bebe's as I lead her to the kitchen,

"So . . . Tell me, how's Kenny treating you? Has he asked you to y'know . . . Tie the knot?"

"Hm. No, not yet. I don't think he's ready for that yet and honestly neither am I." I replied as I patted her arm before letting her go, she hummed as she sat down on a chair by the counter, me doing the same.

"Have you seen Wendy recently?"

"No, I've seen her quite the while ago. Why, did something happen?"

"Oh. Nothing just . . . She's totally done with Stan! She's going out with this weird blond guy now, good for her I guess but . . . She could've done way better." Bebe spat as she moved her hands while the words spilled, I nodded in thought.

Completely done with Stan?

"Poor Stan. Guessing he's not taking it all too good."

"He's not, or at least that's what I'm guessing. He's a loser anyways, who cares?" I hummed a bit taken back, my brows furrowed.

"What about you Bebe? Any guys?"

"Ugh. Y/N, you know it's hard to get a boyfriend when you have a fucking child . . . Whatever. Can I get a drink?"

"Oh, uhm, of course. " I smiled while chuckling nervously. I got off my seat and took out a bottle of wine. Bebe could be very odd sometimes.

Sure it was irresponsible for her to get pregnant at such a young age as she was but hey, she's making herself become someone. In that case she doesn't really need someone since she's doing good on her own already. A man would just be an accessory to her.

"Honey, do we have any more pop-- Oh, hey Bebe!" Kenny's voice slightly echoed throughout the area as he walked into the kitchen. He smiled widely as he came closer to Bebe, wearing nothing but a shirt, shorts and some socks.

"Kenny. We have guests, what are you wearing?" I questioned as I sat the glass of wine in front of Bebe, her eyes kept on Kenny as she picked up the glass effortlessly.

"Yeah, what are you wearing, Kenny?" she smirked, I lightly scoffed. I sat back into my seat, Kenny walked around the counter and sat right next to me. He grabbed the bottle of wine I placed on the counter,

"Yeah, well. In my defense I didn't know they're here yet."

"Her daughter is literally playing in the living room!"

"Oh. I was wondering who's kid that is . . . " I facepalmed as those words left his mouth, how could he be one of the smartest and dumbest people I fucking know?