-this december-

-chapter 22-

December 4
bebe POV:

i step into my house with wendyl, kicking my shoes off and setting my backpack down. she follows suit.

"I'M HOME!" I yell, to no one in particular. I know my dad is at work and my mom is definitely not here.

walking to my room with wendyl close on my heels, i pull out my phone to check for any updates from anyone.

nothing.

i flop down on my bed. wendyl sits on the chair to my desk.

"so....," i say, trying to start a conversation. it's weird having them here, even though it shouldn't be. they're my best friend! but ever since i realized....something, i've been a nervous wreck around them. it's so annoying!

"so, i was thinking. we already know that the person has something against relationships and probably us. i say we make a list of ever possible suspect, and any connections to the posts or the people in the posts so we can decide wether or not we can rule them out."

they open their computer on their lap. i hadn't realized they'd brought it in. "ok so i'd say tolkien first. random person."

"they're ruled out," i say, remembering tolkien uses he/they pronouns. the 'they' thing is newish but i'm trying my best. it's hard learning all this stuff now when your stupid parents have sheltered you from it. "did you see how he reacted when the post about clyde was made? theres no way they could've."

"yeah, i guess so. he is super close with clyde," wendyl shrugs, quickly typing.

"craig?"

"i don't think he cares enough, honestly."

"fair point," i nod. it's is a fair point, craig doesn't care about really anything except for tweek, stripe, and space.

"hmm. kyle?"

"oh no way." i laugh. "he's been shooting daggers at you ever since that stan post. i think he has daydreams about murdering you."

"right. kevin?"

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maybe a bajillion questions later, i finally woke up the nerve to tell wendyl something.

"this is really boring."

they laugh. "i know, but-"

"but nothing! c'mon we've been working for ages! let's do stereotypical sleepover stuff."

they roll their eyes, but smile nonetheless. "well, i did bring my makeup box, so i suppose..."

"yesss!!!"

"i'll go get it." they point their thumb in the direction of my living room. as they walk out, i roll off my bed and into the small bathroom on the side. i grab my caboodle, which is a makeup box, and set it down on my floor. wendyl walks in as soon as i get back and sets their stuff down.

"i brought my straightener and my curlers so i thought we could do each other's hair?"

"perfect!"

i reach up and take my phone from the bed, and find a random playlist to shuffle. mamma mia by abba begins to play and i turn the volume up as high as it can go, the music filling the room.

mouthing the words to the song, i open my caboodle and unpack everything while wendyl plugs in the straightener. (i hope they're only planning on straightening my hair and not me)

wendyl shifts towards me, makeup in hand. knowing the routine, i close my eyes and let them get to work. i can feel them softly applying primer and foundation.

here we go again! my, my, how can i resist you?

the song continues to play on a background hum while wendyl works on my contour.

they suddenly freeze. my eyes flutter open, confused at the sudden stop.

these feelings, they're not gone. can i tell anyone?

it's girl in red. i forgot i have some of her songs on my general playlist. and a lot of others.

wendyl blinks, apparently shocked. i tense, waiting for an insult or something.

"this is- this girl in red," they say.

"uh, yea," i respond nervously. "it is."

"i, um- i didn't know you listened to her."

"i do."

"oh. cool."

"y-yep."

oh jesus christ, what the hell have i done?

they're so smart, they'll probably put two and two together and realize i'm just a raging lesbian that likes them and then freak out and hate me.

i can't stand the thought of them not feeling comfortable around me 'cos i have a crush on them.

stupid, stupid!

wendyl blinks again, and refocuses, snapped out of whatever trance they were in before. they bring the brush back up to my face and begin applying blush.

puppy princess by the hot freaks begins to play.