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as you can see, i made an indie blog for a lil werewolf baby. i really welcome everyone to follow him too so we can play on bebe and sehunnie !  um. ofc i'll get to replies ! if not before work, then after !

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      ↺ Lisa Berger? Bebe made great use of her cat-like eyes by narrowing them onto Craig with a fury that she had not realized yet. Her normally pouty lips were pulled into a thin line, and it was more than clear that she was less than pleased. She was Bebe Stevens: head cheerleader, and blonde bombshell. Yes, she was that Bebe Stevens. She was the girl that made his best friend cry at least once a day, and had no doubt ruined their little "bro trips" on multiple occasions. He knew that. He knew what her name was, and if Bebe wasn't the perfect image of a girl with flawless composure, she would've wrapped her perfectly manicured fingers around his cigarette to shove down his throat.. ❝ Yeah, something like that. ❞ Her voice came out smooth as she forced herself to smile in his general direction.

A simple apology from the dark haired boy would have sufficed to get her back on her way home, but of course Craig Tucker could never just do the simple, most polite thing. Another small billow of smoke was floating towards her, and she had no choice than to shift her weight onto one foot while waving at the air in front of her face. Did he want to piss her off? It sure seemed that way. ❝ Sorry, Tucker, I didn`t see your name on the entire sidewalk. ❞ If he wanted to play games, she'd indulge him. She wasn't above sinking down to anyone's level, and he should've known that after enduring most of their school career's only a few classrooms down the hall from each other.

Assuming that he wanted to stand and brood alone, she sauntered next to him, leaning against the wall closest to him. Maybe he had the Holden Caulfield disease or something, and that's why he acted in the way that he did. She had no idea in all honestly. She had no idea about what he liked or disliked, but she was sure she was what he hated, and that was more than she needed to know. ❝ So, what`re you doing ? Taking a break from swallowing cough syrup ? ❞

{ ᴀɴɢᴇʟ, ᴀɴɢᴇʟ, ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɪ ᴅᴏɴᴇ? } Open

             Worn out eyes opened as a high pitched voice broke him from his own inner thoughts while he was pretending to look busy with his phone. Cigarette dipping down from the tips of his lips he squinted, not because his own smoke was getting to him— but because this person was familiar. But just who was it? Wait— she was the cheerleader girl— of course! How very dumb he was to not recognize the previous classmate from years prior!

   A pointed thumb and index finger aims in Bebe’s direction, "Lisa Berger." Okay he was full of it, but that didn’t mean he could get some sadistic amusement out of the passing Bebe Stevens. It’s not like he had anything better to do, hell when he’s a wrinkly old bitter man he’d probably sit on a porch somewhere, guinea pig on his lap,  and tease children that got into ear shot of him. Ah, what a retirement that’d be—- well if he lives long enough to reach that goal anyway.              Sporting a sharp smirk to the blond it might become easily apparent to Bebe he knows exactly who she is. It would be hard to forget the girl that made one of his close friends cry on a daily basis, not that Craig had anything against her for it. Clyde was a big baby, and Craig Tucker made that boy cry more times than he even knew himself.                Eh? The smile loosens, already she was complaining. Lifting his left hand he pops the cigarette from it’s perch from the dim frown that was his default expression, “Huh…” A flick of his thumb hits the butt of the cig and a little clump of ashes drops near the shiny shoes Bebe happened to be gracing today. “You shouldn’t be walking into my personal space. But I’m not going to cry about it.” He takes another drag, dark eyes still gazing at the blond girl before he blows another jet of smoke in her direction (though not directly, he’s not feeling up to being that much of douche-bag. Yet.)

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      ↺ ❝ You just say sorry to say it. It pisses me off.               And if I have to sit here and explain why we               aren`t talking, then what`s the point ? Honestly               you`re so stupid ! I actually can`t believe you. ❞

"It would be pretty chill if you let me know why we aren’t talking. I’ve been saying I was sorry for all the stuff I said.”

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      ↺ ❝ Yeah, well, if I didn`t, you`d just keep calling               and texting me. It`s easier to just answer ...               And I didn`t realize we were fighting. We`d               have to be talking to do that. ❞

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You actually picked up? Look— I wanted to stop fighting. Don’t hang up this time, please?

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ʜᴇʏ, ᴄʜᴇᴄᴋ ɪᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ; sʜᴇ’s ᴛᴏᴛᴀʟʟʏ sᴛᴀʀɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏᴡɴ.

I’m actually at 420+ followers. Look who takes forever to get shit done. Anyways, I’m really surprised how much attention this blog gets. WHY DO YOU GUYS EVEN STICK AROUND?! Really though— thanks for coming around to interact with me. It seriously makes my day to see cute asks in my inbox and most of the time it’s all just chatting. Seriously, people need to be following these people. They made my dash a place I always wanna check out. If I miss people, I’m sorry! I’m a derp.

Just know you’re all my besties

Special Mentions

{ badnewsboy, coffxn, lllogicool } ʜ���sʙᴀɴᴅᴏ My best friend tbh and the first person to start following me. We’re legit attached to the hip. EVEN OUR NAP/SLEEP TIMES ARE PRACTICALLY IN SYNC. I don’t even understand how she puts up with me most of the time. Thank you for still sticking around. You’re not allowed to leave me.

{ txkenblack } sɪʙʟɪɴɢ If I’d ever gotten a online sibling it would be this person. Even our arguments are similar to sibling shit. She’s one of the people I talk with daily. That’s real love because I have a short attention span. My love for this girl is CRAZY. Such a gentle soul I might add. Did I mention her Token is the shit?

{ professionally-insomnolent, dogjerker, exhaustedashes } ᴄʜɪʟᴅ I love Twink to death. Her writing and art are equally perfection. Having her on your dash will make you day so much better. 

{ bbystevens } ʜᴏᴛ ᴅᴀᴍɴ My special little monster. Seriously though, she’s a fucking roleplaying beast. I’m so envious about her speed with getting replies out and how everything flows perfectly. She’s all kinds of awesome and should get on aim more so I can’t bother her.

{ tacobell } ᴄʜᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ Special shout out to tacobell.

Babes

flipoffs, bruhtters, buttah0lic, marsh-the-darsh, i-miss-immortal-mccormick, testafries, clyde-fucking-donovan, javapoint, zat-mole-bastard, jewbiie, tuckxr, infernaignis, omenisms, perfectionmynameisgregory, pattypnelson, ctuckxr, itsbebebaby, iwillneverdienornever, kingcartman, allpowerfulcartman, ericfuckingcartman, freakflightspeed, wesley-testaburger, clydoe, longdistancedrunkx, myguardianangelisoutthere, fatasscartman

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once a lady, forever a lady.

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idk if you guys wanna talk to me ic or ooc, here are some other accounts you can reach me at ~

skype : strawberry.swisher@hotmail.com

line : kassymato

aim: bbystevens

snapchat : kassymato

mutuals can ask for my number / facebook ~

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