𝐜𝐡. 𝟏𝟑 : 𝐅𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐩

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𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐨 / 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐲

"you're such a fucking bitch, you know that?" wendy yells, slamming the door behind her

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"you're such a fucking bitch, you know that?" wendy yells, slamming the door behind her. she was sort of chasing after bebe, but not really since we all live together anyways. "rather be a bitch then a slutty whore!" bebe doesn't turn around at the sound of wendy's voice and continues her path towards the kitchen. heidi and butters stand dumbfounded watching intently. "everything clyde said about you was right. you're a dumb cunt who's only good for a quick fuck." wendy follows right behind bebe and catches up to her once she reaches her destination.

"and was that before or after his dick was in your mouth?" she responds, finally turning around and facing her. bebe's eyes are wild and dark. her curly blonde hair is thrown into a ponytail, which might come in handy soon if they keep this up. her chest rises up and down heavily as she awaits wendy's answer.

"fuck you!" she states. she puts all her force into the words and she grows closer to bebe, wendy's in her face with each syllable. "fuck you!" she yells back repeating wendy's actions aswell. "fuck you!" wendy continues their childish streak and bebe follows right after. their voices are so irritating, and unlike them obviously, i enjoyed the bonfire. they are ruining my mood and killing my high (my sober high for now).

"both of you shut the fuck up. separate or something! take a walk, go to your room, leave, just fucking get away from eachother!" i interject screaming. i am so tired of their shit. either they make up or they don't, either way they need to fight on their own time, in their own place.

the wounds are still fresh from wendy's betrayal obviously, it hasn't been long at all. 3 days? bebe was doing amazing by not fighting her, but this is annoying as hell. yes, wendy is cheating cunt but bebe needs to vent, fight her, or move on.

they both stare at me for a moment before returning to glaring at eachother. wendy looks back at me, then back at her, then storms out of the house. probably going to clyde's, or the neutral nichole. i'll probably talk to her later. right now, i'm going to heed my own advice and not bother conversating with bebe, heading to my bedroom. i have to decide what i'm going to get tolkien for his birthday anyways.

what could he possibly want? he can buy everything in the world. his birthday is too close to make him something of use, and i'm sure he doesn't want a macaroni necklace anyways. i can't get him anything super personal like a letter, i don't know him that well; but i don't want to get him some super generic, completely thoughtless gift.

i scroll through amazon before realizing that they can't ship it to the island, and it won't arrive to the vineyard within 3 days anyways.

i'll have to go to the vineyard and pick something out. they have to have something i can give him. i should have gotten something before we left southpark. ugh.

y: can i borrow the boat? i need to go to south beach for something?
t: Sure! What's the occasion?
y: nothing in particular, i just want to explore
t: I'll tell my parents to get it prepared.
y: you're the besttttt!

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