The Bee (A Pretty In Pink Fanfic)

Morning Process

I slept on the couch that night. The next morning, I called my dad.

"Bea where the hell were you last night?"

"I was on a double date with Andie Walsh, remember I told you."

"It didn't last all night!"

"I'm at Steff's place.

"Steff McKee?"

"Yeah."

"Your mother was friends with his mother."

"I know Dad."

"Why are you there?"

"His parents are on vacation and he's home alone. He has the stomach bug and I'm taking care of him. Is it ok if I stay the whole day?"

"Why sure baby, I could even visit him myself with some soup in a bit."

"No need Dad, he'll be fine. Let me take care of him."

"...Fine honey. I love you."

"Love you too. Bye."

"Bye."

I hung up. I walked to Steff's room to check on him. He was awake. I made him a cup of coffee.

"Steff."

He turned to me.

"Bee, what the hell are you still doing here?"

"Taking care of you. You invited me to your party and you got drunk. You passed out in the middle of talking to me."

"I don't need taking care of, thank you very much."

"You said we'd spend time together today, last night, anyways."

"Well yeah but I was figuring this evening."

"Well, I'm here. So, let's make the best of it. I brought you some coffee."

I handed it to him, he took a sip.

"Just the way I like it...just plain black."

"Yeah. I remember our first sip, it was black. I didn't like it but you did."

"Mom scolded us and said we were too young to be drinking coffee."

"We'd sneak a cup each time I come over."

"That was fun."

Steff smiled, I haven't seen him smile in years.

"Now I don't have to sneak anymore," he continued.

"Remember what you said last night?"

"Yes, our reps change us but we'll always be best friends. Just because I was drunk don't mean everything I say don't mean shit."

I nodded in agreement.

"What's for breakfast?"

"I could make some pancakes."

"Fine, I want three chocolate chip with butter and maple syrup, you can fix whatever the fuck you want for yourself, get to it."

He pointed at the door. I smiled as I walked out to make pancakes. What severely permissive parents do to a kid, turns spoiled rotten, especially rich ones.

I got to making the pancakes, right in the middle of placing Steff's on a plate, there was a knock on the door. I went to answer it, it was Benny, his girlfriend.

"Well, if it isn't Benny the Whore."

"What the fuck are you doing in my boyfriend's house Beatrice!?"