The Bee (A Pretty In Pink Fanfic)

Kiss And Make Up

*Bee's POV*

Duckie, for some reason, followed us home from school. I was starting to rethink what I said to Steff, my lifelong best friend. Did he really deserve it or not? 

"We're going to your room, meeting right now," Duckie said.

We ran upstairs to Andie's room.

"Beatrice May Livingston, what was that!?" Duckie asked.

"Duckie, you dare call me by my full name!?"

"Hell yeah I dare! I thought you were our friend!"

"I am, what's the problem?"

"Steff is your friend too?"

"Oh, that's what this is."

"Yes!"

"It's about Steff."

"Yes!"

"I've been friends with him way before I met you guys. Our parents knew each other, we used to visit a lot which made us close, when Mom died the visits stopped. I've known him before he became a jerk. Andie, shoe box please."

She got the shoe box from under the bed. 

"Look at the old pictures of us. Steff grew up a happy child and so did I"

Duckie looked at the pictures.

"He did look happy, never seen him smile til today. He actually smiled when he asked you to prom he must care about you."

I sighed.

"And you said no, he likes you like I do Andie."

"I bet the whole school is talking about you and Steff," Andie said.

"I don't care, we shouldn't care."

Then, Andie's dad knocked.

"Beatrice, some kid named Blane wants to talk to you on the phone."

"Blane? I'm coming Mr. Walsh!"

I left the room to go to the phone. Duckie and Andie were following.

"We wanna hear this!" Duckie said.

I picked up.

"Blane what's up?"

"Bee, you gotta tell Steff you're sorry."

"I was kinda regretting what I said anyway. I will later."

"No, you got to now before he fucking explodes."

"Steff might explode, what's that supposed to mean?"

"He's upset by what happened. His parents are back by the way. Any who, he won't come out of his room. I'm at his house, his parents are concerned!"

"Steff is that upset?"

"He feels so devastated, he's been crying, actually crying. Crying!"

"I'm on my way."

"Ok." 

I hung up.

 "We're all going to Steff's."

We left with the old photos in my jacket pocket.

We went to Steff's house. His parents were back!

"Oh Mr. and Mrs. McKee!"

Mrs. McKee was in the kitchen. She gasped.

"Beatrice is that you?"

"Yes ma'am it is."

"Oh my God, you're a woman now, you're beautiful just your mother."