The Bee (A Pretty In Pink Fanfic)

The Call Back

I got home, Dad was napping in his recliner, the TV was on. Looked like he had a few drinks, bottles of beer on the coffee table. I went to my room, I picked up the phone to call Andie.

"Hello?"

"Hi Andie, it's The Bee."

"Bee, what the heck were you doing at Steff's last night? Me and Blane were very confused."

"I want you to tell Blane that I was innocently talking with Steff and I walked home."

"Ok. What're you gonna tell me?"

"The same."

She chuckled.

"What is it with you and Steff anyway? He's rich and you're poor like me."

"There's this pair assignment in English, we got paired together."

Lie!

"Oh ok."

"I was invited to the party for business purposes only."

"Business, he was drunk."

"He said he'd remember and manage."

"If he says so."

"He knows so...I hope."

"Well you know Steff McKee."

We chuckled.

"So, did anyone ask you to prom Bee?"

"No, I'm going alone like junior prom. Did anyone ask you yet, like Blane?"

"No, not yet."

"Well, Duckie wants to. He always liked you."

"That explains his Otis impression, it was an impression if you know what I mean. Don't get me wrong, I like Duckie as a friend, he's a sweetie, but nothing more than a friend. But if he just wants a date to the prom I'm gonna have to think about it. I like Blane too-"

"Oh wait I got another call."

"Ok, call me back."

I switched to the next caller.

"Hello."

"Hey, it's Steff."

"Steff?"

"Yeah, Benny's in the other room, I'm sneaking to call you so..."

"What?"

"I'll call you back when she's gone, we'll finish our day."

"Ok, glad you were still on. I'll see you, off to my other call."

I hung up and called Andie back.

"So who was it."

"...It was Steff. He just wanted to tell me I'm doing most of the damn work, the rotten sleaze."

"That is so him!"

"I know!"

"Well, I guess I'll see you at school tomorrow."

"Ok, bye, love you."

"Love you."

I hung up.

I went to check on Dad, still napping and buzzed. I went back to my room. I remembered an old shoe box in the closet. It contained old childhood memories with Steff. I wanted to reminisce to kill time before Steff called me back.

The box contained drawings and photographs. I looked at a picture of us up in the tree house, we were both smiling, we were very happy kids then, we were about eight. The other picture was us in the kitchen making what looked like chocolate cake, I remember being so winded in the kitchen each time. The third and final picture I looked at was of Steff and me at the age of four, arms wrapped around each other and smiling. I was teary, we were so happy then, but times do change.

A paper with adult handwriting on it. I took a look, a recipe for something called "Sweet Mud." The fuck is that? I read the recipe, it was Betty Crocker chocolate cake mix, bake it, crumble the cake and stir chocolate frosting in it. Sweet Mud huh?

I felt like going to Steff's!

I walked there, Benny the Whore was still there. I wanted to walk to the tree house. I climbed on the ladder, the tree house was still big enough for me. I waited inside what seemed like an eternity, but in reality it was five minutes. I saw Benny's car pull out. I got out and ran to the door, I walked in and saw Steff getting ready to call me. I ran to hug him.

"Bee, what the fuck!"

"I wanted to surprise you."

I let go.

"How long have you been here?"

"Five minutes."

"And where did you wait?"

"...The tree house."

His face softened.

"Let's go there then."

I followed him to the tree house. We went up the ladder and went in.

"Still standing," he said.

"Better than it ever did."

I burst out laughing, he looked at me like I was a nut case. I stopped.

"You don't get it do you?"

"Not a damn thing."

I saw him turn around, back facing me, he covered his mouth, to secretly stop himself from smiling at what I just said.

"That Elton John song, you know."

"Ok ok!"

He turned back to me, he calmed down.

"We played here all the time. By far the best memories of my life."

"Why are you with Benny the Whore?"

He turned to me.

"She's hot."

"That's not a good fucking answer."

"The best I can come up with!"

"Yeah, you just like her for the sex!"

"Yeah that's right!"

"In reality, she's a whore bitch! She don't know what real love is!"

He snorted.

"Well how about if I share some with you. That fucking make you feel better?"

"Now you wanna fuck me!?"

"I'll take that as a maybe."

"No."

"Gives us a chance to reconnect. The first dirty thing we'll ever do in our childhood spot."

He caressed my cheek.

"Beatrice baby...you're right, she is a whore. She fucking deserves to be cheated. Right, karma much?"

I smiled, we started making out.