a lotta dialogue in this chapter👍
POV: Kyle
we spent the rest of lunch together in the library, just talking. i didn't exactly make a move on Stan, but i did physically get closer to him. i'm not sure if he noticed or not, he's a bit dim.
i also admit i got a few teachers asking me about the flowers wound around my neck. i lied to them all, (nervously), and then went to the bathroom to hide them as best as possible under the collar of my shirt.
i was somewhat successful, and now it just looks like i have a few small flowers winding around the base of my neck.
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i sit in my last lesson of the day, leaning my chin on my arms which sits resting on my desk. i feel tired, like i could fall asleep at any moment.
i stare at Stan, a few desks over. he looks bored too, sitting there with his cheek in his palm, elbows propped up on desk, deep in thought.
just seeing him makes me smile. he's so amazing, everything about him is perfect. how could Wendy ever let him go?
"Hey, Kyle?" a voice whispers over to me.
"Hm?" i turn around, my eyes darting over the sleepy looking people in the classroom until my gaze falls upon the one who called for me.
"Here," she says quietly, smiling.
i smile back, waving. "Hi Bebe, what is it?" i scoot my chair back a bit, so i'm closer to the girl sat at the desk behind my own.
"Can we talk after class?" she mumbles, leaning forward over her desk so i could hear her better.
"Sure." strange. what would she want to talk to me about?
Bebe smiles and sits back in her chair, returning to her bored expression and lazy posture, looking out the window.
i turn back around, and instantly i can feel Stan's eyes on me.
i pretend to not notice, holding focus on the lesson happening infront.
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the bell rings loudly, and i start packing away my things, before Stan walks over, already having put all his stuff into his own backpack.
"Kyle?" he asks, and i look up at him as i continue putting the items into my bag.
"Hey Stan-"
"-What was Bebe saying?" the boy looks at me, unsmiling and suspicious.
i shrug in response. "She wants to talk to me."
Stan nods, before pausing. "When?"
"Now."
"Hey Kyle," speak of the devil, the blonde girl approaches us, a smile on her face. "Hey Stan."
"Hi." Stan responds bluntly, his eyes plastered on Bebe.
"What is it you'd like to talk about, Bebe?" i ask, nervously laughing to clear up the strange tension between my two friends.
"Uh, it's a private thing. So, uh... no Stan." she responds, gesturing with her hands for me to follow her out of the class.
i shrug, giving an apologetic look to Stan. "I'll message you later, Stan." i promise, walking backwards out the class, and waving at the noirette behind me.
he waves back, before completely disappearing behind the doorframe, and soon Bebe takes me into the hallway.
most of the students have left, leaving the corridor looking desolate and empty, with only a few stray teens roaming alone or in pairs.
i lean against one of the lockers, arms crossed and looking at Bebe who stands next to me.
"So, what's wrong?" i ask, tilting my head at the blonde.
she sighs, and places a hand on my shoulder, leaving me to raise an eyebrow in confusion.
"Kyle." she says, a dead-serious expression on her face. she stands in hiatus, as i wait in thought, until she continues. "You know how Wendy broke up with Stan, right?"
"Yeah, Stan told us about it. Because she thought he was gay, or something." i respond, trying to read the expression of the girl who stood by my side.
"That wasn't just it," Bebe says with slight aggression, before pausing again.
i stand awkwardly, not wanting to speak up incase she wasn't done, and would get mad at me for interrupting, then scratch me or something.
"She left Stan because she thought he was gay, yes, but also because she thought he loves you."
well he didn't bring that up, i think to myself, slightly surprised by this news. "Why would she think that?" i bring myself to ask, unfolding my arms and looking at Bebe with pure curiosity.
"I don't know, but... ugh, it's hard to say because Wendy's my best friend, and as bad as I feel for her that her ex loves someone else, I think she's right."
"You do?" i raise my eyebrows, confused as fuck.
"Yeah. Wendy's the smartest in the class, along with you. She's always been good at observing things, picking up on things other people might not even notice."
i listen intently to Bebes rambling, making sure to remember everything she tells me.
"She's so good at noticing things, she can see things other people don't even notice about themselves."
"Like what?" i ask.
"She told me, before she dumped Stan, that she'd notice all these small things throughout her relationship with that guy."
Bebe pauses, collecting her memories together to form them into words. i patiently wait, intrigued.
"She said how enthusiastic he would be to talk about you, how his eyes would.. light up at your name, but not hers. She noticed the small signs way before she left him, and I think Stan doesn't even notice his own feelings yet."
oh wow.
"She told me that she knew Stan loves you, she could see it in every action he did. She just.. stayed with him in the hopes that one day, he could get as excited over her name as he does for yours."
i feel my face heat up slightly at Bebe's speech, feeling embarrassed and flustered.
"She really thinks he likes me?"
the blonde nods, a sad smile on her face. "You should really tell him how you feel, if you like him back that is. As sorry as I am for Wendy, because I know how much she loves Stan, I'm positive she'd want him to be happy. It's been almost a week since they both broke up, and Stan's been more..." she hesitates, looking for the right word.
"Miserable?" i finish, and she nods again. "I know what you mean, I've noticed it too."
"I think it'd help him if he had someone there for him. He doesn't need a friend right now, he doesn't need help pushing his emotions aside. What he needs is help sorting them out. He needs someone to help him realise his feelings. If that makes sense." she says, and i nod in understanding.
"So what you're saying is, you think I should help him recognise his... «feelings for me»? Isn't it too soon? I mean, I get there's a sense of urgency right now, but it's been less than a week since he and Wendy broke up."
"Urgency? Like what? Actually I don't really care. But you don't need to date him if it's too soon, just let him know you love him too, and you'll be there for him once he's ready." Bebe smiles supportively at me, and i smile back.
i never knew she could be this sweet, i think to myself. "Thank you Bebe, really." i say, and she pulls out her phone.
"Put your number in here," she starts, handing me her phone. "Change your contact, then let me know how it goes. Tell him today, tomorrow, I don't care, just don't wait too long, and tell me everything."
i put my number into her phone, changing the contact to my name, then handing her device back to her. "Alright, will do."
i turn around after hugging and waving bye to Bebe, to see Stan leaning against the frame of the exit doors, waiting for me.
"Hi Stan," i smile, walking up to him,
"Hey." he says bluntly, standing upright and holding the door open for me to walk out.
i let out a small, breathy laugh, before stepping through and outside the school, then walking down the path with Stan by my side.
"Did you give her your number?" he asks suddenly, and i look over at him, and nod.
he looks back at the path infront after seeing my confirmation. "Why?"
"To keep in touch, I guess." i shrug, continuing to walk with the boy i love.
"And you both hugged."
"It was a friendly thing."
"K."
we continue walking in silence, approaching my house. Stan's still avoiding my gaze, with an expression i can faintly read. jealousy, it seems to be.
an ugly type of love, but love nonetheless.
a small smile appears on my lips, and we stay silent, listening to the birds singing, and the rustling leaves fighting against the wind.
"Want to meet up tonight?" i ask, keeping my stare locked infront.
"Tonight?" Stan repeats.
"Yeah. I can knock on your window at midnight, and we can sneak out."
"To do what?" he turns to face me, with a confused expression.
"You'll see," i smile, and we pause outside the front of my house. "Make sure you're awake!"
make a move make a move make a move
"Okay," Stan responds, waving at me as i approach the front door of my house.
now or never.
i open the front door, turning back at the boy who watched me. i blow him a kiss, before closing the door.
oh god why did i do that.
A/N
i love Bebe sm. idk why people make her into a pick me in fanfics, she's amazing<3
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