Love letters (BebexWendy)

CHAPTER 6

WENDY

I rub my hand over my cheek and feel the patch of Bebes lipgloss stick to my fingertips.

My cheeks feel warm and when I go to the bathroom to take a shower I notice that they are the colour of roses.

I enjoyed feeling her soft lips touch my skin. My stomach erupts with bubbles as I replay that small moment repeatedly in my head.

I step in the shower and let the warm water trickle down my body. I soak in the steam as I enter the door to my thoughts.

Why do I suddenly feel like this about Bebe? Who wrote the love letter? Was it Bebe?

I list the reasons why it could have been her but I know that she only likes me as a friend so it can't be.

I paint a picture in my mind of her kissing my cheek but instead her lips are on mine.

I look down at the water crowding around my feet and see red patches all over my thighs. I realise how long I've been standing in the hot water and instantly jump out.

I stare into the cloudy mirror and change my view from the black patches which would be my hair to the pale peach colour of my face. I run my fingers through my hair and decide that it doesn't feel enough like me.

I grab the ends and fold them back to give myself the appearance of short hair. The mirror begins to unfog so I can clearly see myself.

I smile as a sense of self fills me.

The cold floor touches the end of my toes as I tiptoe back to my room.

I poke my legs through my jeans and pull them up. I weave a plain black belt through the loops to make my jeans sit politely on my waist.

I finish getting dressed so I squat down to tie up my shoe laces. I sling my bag over my shoulder and scurry out the front door.

My phone pings because of a text from Stan.

Stan: didn't you want to meet up today? Where and what time?

Wendy: Let's meet up at the mall in an hour! Maybe bring some money if you have any because I don't know how much your haircut will cost

Stan: Yup! I rlly glad to have someone else to spend time with instead of fully relying on Kyle lmao

Wendy: it's great that we have worked things out :)

Stan: ill c u later

I slip my phone back into my bag as I walk towards Tweek Bros coffee shop.

A small bell rings as I step through the door. A twitchy blond boy with bandaids wrapped around every second finger gives me a small wave as I approach him.

'Hey Tweek! Just the usual please!'

I pay and he gets to work immediately. I buy from him multiple times a week so he knows my exact order off by heart.

He gives me a stiff nod as he shakily hands me my coffee and a brown paper bag with a cinnamon roll inside.

The sole of my shoes gently scrape along the stoney path as I stroll off to the mall. I hold my warm cup in my hand, steadily taking small sips every couple of minutes.

When I get there I see Stan learning against a pole. He has actually brushed his hair and is wearing a black jacket with spider webs on it and baggy jeans.

I secretly wish I could look good in that style of outfit.

'Hey Wendy'

'Oh hey Stan!' I exclaim cheerily.

I embrace him loosely and he rests his hand on my back.

We walk beside each other as we enter the mall through the large automatic doors.

I spot a large sign that reads 'men and women haircuts' and grab Stan's arm.

'Get your ass in that hairdresser salon right now!' He groans as I grin.

I throw him forward and speak to the woman at the front desk.

'Just a haircut for both of us please!' Stan raises his eyebrow at me. I didn't tell him about how I was also gonna get a hair cut.

The woman calls over two separate hairdressers and Stan and I go our separate ways for a short period of time.

I pray that Stan has some kind of clue about how he will get his hair done.

A lady with voluminous auburn hair approaches me and guides me to a chair. I sit down and study my long hair one last time.

'What will we be doing today?' She asks politely.

'Uh well I was thinking of cutting it shorter. Kind of like a wolf cut' I know I sound uncertain but inside I feel extremely confident.

The girl with the pretty hair gets to work and about 45 minutes later I leave the salon feeling twice as confident. I feel as if I'm having my main character moment from a movie.

I admire myself in the reflection of a window when Stan suddenly scares the shit out of me.

'STAN! Don't you dare scare me like that again' I fake a look of disappointment but inside I'm glad to see him have a slight bit of energy once again.

I ruffle his newly cut hair as we walk around talking for the rest of the afternoon. I think I prefer having him as a friend instead of my boyfriend.

I feel glad seeing how he has taken the time to take care of himself once again. He is wearing clean clothes, has neat hair, less eye bags and is smiling more then I've ever seen him smile before.

That night I lay in bed and just breathe. I feel a kind of happiness that I haven't felt in a while. I feel relaxed knowing that he is getting better and that things are better between us.

I drift off into a deep sleep knowing that I've had a good day and things finally might start improving.