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“Ever since my mom took off, I’ve been afraid of people leaving me. Like, if I put all my eggs in your basket, what happens to me if you leave? I just get hurt.”

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bebita’s heart broke a little for the girl across from her, when suddenly an idea came to her mind. she smiled at the other, sitting up with confidence.

          “ i have a blonde wig at home, i could totally pretend to be your mom. ”

she said, head high. it would be no use, truthfully, since bebita was barely five feet tall and acted like she was still a freshman.

            “  can  —  would  —  i  — “  gentle  pause  ,  “  there’s  no  one  …  to  pick  up  my  report  card  for  parent  teacher  conferences  .  “  more  over  in  soft  ,  golden  tones  that  have  only  been  muted  by  her  own  quietness  —- unusual  and  not  of  her  caliber  .  “  …  i  don’t  know  what  to  tell  my  teachers … “

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          “ UGH, lucky! my dad is making me help him remodel our basement all break. i guess that’s what i get since i’m an only child, but still! ”

“I know during this vacation I’m receiving soon, I am going to sleep in, binge watch movies and finally go get another tattoo,” Mickey replied. “THe benefits of being a teacher, besides teaching, of course, is you get a vacation alongside the students.”

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bebita was working a long shift at pop’s that day, her feet were killing her and her back ached but she still kept a cheery grin on her face as she served table after table. she had noticed the woman in the back corner had been there for quite some time, another waitress said she had already been served but bebita was skeptical, so she walked over, smiling brightly. she took the plate off the table.

          “ oh, sorry to bother you, i was just wondering if you’d be interested in some dessert? or maybe some coffee, looks like you’ve got a lot of work in front of you and some good ol’ caffiene always helps me get things done! ”

Penny rested, tucked away in the back corner at Pops. Even with the mess her life was currently in she never lost sight of her work. Her actual career. A few case files thrown about the table amongst the plate of burger scraps and cold fries she rattled her brain, looking for the loophole to blow this case wide open. Feeling eyes on her she let out an annoyed sigh only she could hear before taking in a deep breath. “yes?” She asked in an erie sing songy tone, her eyes not looking up from the manila folder in hand.

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blttersweets‌:

          “  yup  ,  out  of  the  bottom  of  my  deep  ,  good  heart  .  uh  —  uh  —  i’m  not  —  i’m  not  very  good  at  …  what’s  it  …  not  very  good  with  world  history …  “

          “ you’re an angel! and i’m totally spectacular at world history --  well i can’t say that because i’m sure i’m not but i have an a+ in it! history is so fascinating.. ”

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soft ideas: learn a completely new language and pour your heart into it. learn a new field from scratch. draw stick figures and write love poems. learn all the names of the plants in your city. completely change your habits. read about all the constellations. make people happier than they make you. tell people they inspire you. wake up earlier and start your day with a relaxing routine. look in the mirror and fall in love with every inch of your body. fall in love with strangers on the train. make people feel loved. read a book and light a scented candle before sleeping. put your photos in a photo album and write in a diary. pick flowers for your friend.

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you’re doing so well and i’m so proud of you

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blttersweets‌:

               “   —  i  could  …  i  could  like  ,  fuckin’  …  tutor  you  or  whatever  .  “

          “ you could? because, like, that would be super duper nice. maybe i’m good at something you’re stuck on! and like, we can help eachother! ”

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sweetpva‌:

’ if they got hot girls, I’m all over that shit. ’

          “ UGH -- that’s why you listen to it? ”

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sunglassvs‌:

‘nowhere, slow your role, cotton candy. i’ve been hearing it around school.’

          “ well -- usually that is a bad thing.. i mean.. it makes you less approachable. ”

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Text @ Bebita

Moose: How good at keeping secrets are you?

Bebita: i keep my secrets locked in a box back in argentina

Bebita: meaning, i'm very good at it

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sweetpva‌:

‘red velvet? like the cake? I don’t know them, I’m into that loona shit. ’

          “ loona’s good too! but red velvet is also a kpop group, you should totally give them a listen! ”

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serpentstripes‌:

in the whyte wyrm, bubbly rarely fit the bill of anybody that came through it… unless that particular person in question came with a delivery in hand. it’s not exactly something a serpent puts under the instructions: act as cheery as possible when arriving to the whyte wyrm and… have pink hair? the color fit the style but against the often unwelcoming demeanor of the serpents to new faces, she was a sore sight. not unpleasant, as fangs would admit, but different in a few obvious ways.

          “ k-pop? sweets listens to that shit too? “

his brows furrow with his confusion but it’s dismissed in the wake of a bag being set before him. his head tilts in a guess, then a lightbulb goes off. probably someone’s order; who, however, wasn’t something fangs was about to guess. first come first serve, right?

          “ thanks for the answer, but i don’t have one to offer back. wish i did, but no one really makes their food deliveries obvious unless they’re starving or someone beat them to it. “

the less noble side of him would’ve lied and took the meal, as he intended to, but his appetite wasn’t entirely craving the burger placed before him compared to the milkshake in her hand. he stands from his seat to close the distance, hand plucking both the shake and straw from her frame before he unwraps it and pops it through the opening to take a sip. he grimaces post-sip, tongue sticking out in disagreement as he places it beside the bag on the table.

          “ i only know one person that would drink chocolate to that extreme, so i’ll let him know it’s here when he gets in. it shouldn’t be too long. “

he shakes his head again at the flavor, reaching for a half-emptied glass of water to down the taste off his tongue as best as it could. once its gone, he settles back in, gaze returning to pink as offers a welcoming smile and digs out a crumpled ten-dollar bill from his pocket.

          “ it’s not much, but for your troubles… but we definitely go to school together, yeah? for some reason, your name’s not coming to mind. “

a flower amongst weeds; that’s what bebita looked like surrounded by the serpents. part of her was scared -- like she was going to be GANGED UP ON -- but the other part, the sensible part, just addressed them as she’d address anyone else. besides, the serpents weren’t known for being very violent, aside from a few.

when he said the word ‘obvious,’ a feeling of self-consciousness overcoming her. a feeling so intense she didn’t even address his question. she gulped a little and pulled the hood of her tie-dyed sweater over her pink locks. bebita usually liked to stand out, but not when it was in a place where she could so easily make a bad name for herself.

          “ chocolate ice cream, hershey’s syrup, and mixed in oreo cookies. that’s what that is. i made it myself right before leaving. i hope it’s not too melty! ”

bebita bit her lip again, shuffling her feet on the ground. she didn’t quite know what was keeping her there; maybe it was the change of scenery, or the fact that she noticed the serpent across from her pulling a ten from his pocket.

          “ oh, really? that’s so kind! thank you, i’m just here doing my job as a waitress -- OH! my name’s bebita! ”

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bebita’s errands took her all over riverdale, but tonight landed her in one southside bar; the whyte wyrm. the pinkette stood out like a sore thumb amongst the serpent jackets, holding a paper bag in her hand and a wrapped straw stuck behind her ear. in her other hand was a milkshake. she was asked by someone to bring it in after her shift, but now felt anxious about being here.

          “ red velvet? it’s a kpop group! one of my faves actually. ”

she offered a kind smile, moving closer and setting the meal down on the table.

          “ also, uh -- you know anyone here who needed a triple cheeseburger from pop’s? i guess whoever ordered it walked out and someone told me i might find them here.. ”

his eyes are scrolling over the app more than once, blinking every so often to make sure he isn’t seeing shit. he’s stone cold sober, right? no doubt about that! …so what’s the explanation for what he’s reading right now?

          “ anyone know what the hell red velvet is? “

he feels a smirk crossing his face as he says it, the question barely counting for one with the way its said but he eggs on.

          “ think someone might’ve hacked sweets’ spotify account ‘cuz that’s all i’m seeing right now. “

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Text @ Bebita

Moose: Beb.

Bebita: moose?

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Text @ Bebita

Moose: Great.

Moose: I'll let him know.

Bebita: moose :(

Bebita: okay!! i'll get the room ready!!

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Text @ Bebita

Moose: Even for say someone who just came out and got kicked out of their house?

Moose: There we go again with the nicknames.

Moose: You'd do that?

Bebita: of course!!!!!!

Bebita: sorry, but you're stUCK with my nicknames!

Bebita: of course! i'm always willing to lend a hand