mcfly4always

A/N – Dude, so many chapters to write ! xD

DISCLAIMER – Trey Parker and Matt Stone own South Park

BEBE’S POV

I woke up this morning to the sound of my alarm clock buzzing in my ear.

“Meh, how-how did it get there?” I asked myself, completely clueless to how my phone was in my hand under my ear.

I sat up and rubbed my tired eyes, whilst yawning. When I was fully awake I checked the cell phone and saw I was still connected to one contact. Then it clicked. I smiled to myself as if I knew some deep, dark secret.

“Bebe! Are you up? It’s five past seven! Tweek’ll be here at quarter to eight.”

“Okay, mom. I’m up!” I shouted downstairs to my mom and jumped out of my queen size bed, pulling a teddy bear with me.

I stood in front of my mirror, gazing sadly at my appearance. I know I’m not ugly, but I could look a lot prettier than this. I pulled out my black comb from the top drawer of my chest of drawers and pulled it through my hair, causing it to become bushy. I sighed and dabbed my fingers into a white tub of cream, and then pulled my fingers through my hair, trying to make it look nice and curly, not frizzy and/or bushy.

It made it look ten times worse.

I sighed again and walked over to my bed, bending down and pulling out a plastic box full of hair utensils. I opened it and dug through the mess, until I eventually found my straighteners. I plugged them into the socket beside my bed and combed my hair again. Whilst waiting for the straighteners to heat up, I pulled out underwear and clothes for the day from my chest of drawers and wardrobe, which stood next to each other at the end of the room.

After stripping and pulling on a pair of skinny jeans and a baggy black band top, I picked up my straighteners and straightened my bushy, blonde hair.

Xxx

“Good morning, Bebe. Oh! What have you done to your hair?” Mom rushed over to me from behind the counter and started fussing about my hair; I pushed her away and sat down at the kitchen table.

“Nothing, mom. I just straightened it.”

“Why?” She looked outraged, and because of this I let out a snort, causing her to scowl at me.

“I straightened my hair because I wanted it straight.” I stated.

“Don’t get lary with me, miss. I’m the one who gave birth to you, along with all the other things I done, like bathing you, changing your diaper and dressing you. Back when I was a child... ”

I sighed and let my head fall onto my crossed arms on the kitchen table and let my old fashioned mother babble on about when she was my age.

A few minutes later I heard the doorbell ring. Instantly I jumped up and answered it.

“H-hey, GAH! Bebe,” Tweek stood at the door with a smile on his luscious red lips. I looked him up and down, noting the mint hoodie and dark blue jeans with black sneakers. Nice.

“Hey, Tweek,” I smiled at him and turned my head. “Mom! Are you gonna drive us to school or what?”

“Yes, yes! I’m just coming!” She shuffled out from the kitchen, a coat in hand and her car keys.

I grabbed my red sweater from the banister of the stairs and walked outside with Tweek. “Mom, don’t forget your house keys.”

She smiled and held them up. “I got them here, dear.”

“Awesome.”

We got in the car, me and Tweek in the back and mom in the front. It’s our daily routine. Me and Tweek usually chatted while mom drove and sung along to her favourite C.D.

I turned to Tweek. “So,”

“So?”

“How are you?”

“I’m, nrgh, fine.”

“Awesome!”

Tweek raised an eyebrow. “What do you want?”

I smirked and leaned in towards him to whisper in his ear. I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “Go straight to the boy’s bathroom when we reach the school.”

He nodded. I played with a strand of his pale blonde hair and leaned against his shoulder.

He looked at me. “Are you tired?”

I nodded.

“Your hair looks nice today.”

I smiled. “Thanks.” I sat up again and looked at him. “I think your hair’s far nicer, though.” I ruffled it.

The boy chuckled.

“What?” I pouted.

Tweek shook his head. “Nothing.”

I slumped against the seat, dropping it. I couldn’t be bothered.

Xxx

I was sat in the sinks in the boy’s bathroom with Tweek’s strong hands round my waist, pulling me nearer him, whilst my hands had a firm grip in his hair and neck.

We were exchanging spit real good.

Occasionally a moan would escape either one of our mouths, causing the other to chuckle softly. I pulled myself closer to Tweek’s warm body.