fave line from mean girls
Upon seeing Bebe, Tweek’s eyes lit up with intense happiness. Tweek had admired Bebe’s Halloween costume from the pictures she had posted on social networking, but in person it was a whole other ballgame. She looked beautiful in her Playboy Bunny costume, something only an individual like her could pull off without looking too over the top. Smiling softly, the teen took up her offer as he entered her warm home, wrapping two arms around her waist and pulling her in for a tight, bear hug. “Happy Halloween, beautiful.”
Releasing Bebe from his grasp, the male stepped back a bit. Smirking from her comment before about the Trick-Or-Treaters, Tweek mused, “You didn’t ngh leave any candy for me? Damn.” Stifling a laugh so Bebe wouldn’t feel awkward, Tweek wrapped her arm around her shoulders and gave her a soft peck on the cheek. “Gah! I’m surprised you didn’t have plans tonight. You are you, of course. It seems like you’re involved with everything.”
The sudden hug was surprising but not unwelcomed. It actually made her smirk shift into a casual smile as she slipped her arms around his neck to return the hug, briefly pressing her lips against his jaw for a quick kiss. Letting her arms fall back to her sides, she closed the door as Tweek slipped his arm around her shoulder. At his comment about the candy, she couldn’t help but to roll her eyes playfully. “You wouldn’t believe how many times I’ve seen the same middle school kids show up at my doorstep.”
“Besides, I think I’m a pretty good treat for you.” Shrugging her shoulders so that his arm slipped from around them, she instead took Tweek’s hand, guiding him into the living room. She glanced up at him as she moved to sit on the couch, patting the empty spot beside her. “If it were a weekend, maybe , but school, you know? And my mom felt bad about not being here to give out candy, so I did that for her,” she commented with a small smile.
Eyeing him for a moment, she looked obviously appreciative of his costume, though she finally met his eyes, lofting a brow. “So, what made you decide to be a hot ancient Greek?”
Cautiously driving at a steady 5 mph, Tweek scanned the darkened road in the South Park suburbs for any stray cats or runaway children. His destination was the beautiful Miss Stevens abode - a place he has been to on quite numerous occasions in the last few months. The two weren’t necessarily dating, but they weren’t necessarily just hooking up either. It was a perplexing situation in which neither of them could really describe.
Approaching Bebe’s home, Tweek honked at the children meandering on the curb, motioning for them to move away so he could park. A soft smile stretching across the teen’s face as he recalled his Halloween experiences from his childhood; even though a majority of them were filled with farfetched stories of reckless behaviors on behalf of his old best friend, Craig Tucker. A hollow feeling lingered in Tweek’s stomach; he missed those days.
Parallel parking to the curb, Tweek climbed out of the driver’s seat and locked the car, heading up the driveway to the front door of Bebe’s beautiful home. Firmly knocking twice on the door, the teen stepped back and began to fiddle with his hands - a nervous habit he couldn’t seem to kick. The teen pulled out his phone and sent the female a quick message, hoping she would answer the door quickly. It was getting quite nippy outside; it didn’t help that Tweek’s costume was more revealing than most. Crossing his hands over his chest, Tweek shivered and silently wished that Bebe would hurry up.
Why did Halloween have to fall on a weekday? Even though Mercedes was throwing a costume party on Friday, it wouldn’t be the same as it being on Halloween. Oh, well. If all went well, she’d be more than a few drinks in and wouldn’t know the difference. But for now, she was done passing out candy to the trick-or-treaters, a couple of who’d come by more than once… or twice – tween boys who were overly appreciative of her costume. It was almost flattering. Almost. But that was over, after she had shown the empty candy bowl to the frequent trick-or-treaters.
Not soon after, Tweek had asked her to see her, so she didn’t see a need to take off her costume just yet. With Tweek, Bebe had multiple outlooks on what they considered their ‘relationship’ to be, simply because she was finicky. On some occasions, she’d think of him as her boyfriend, on others, he was just a friend that she thought was attractive; and sometimes, it was a little more complex, but she never bothered to think too much on it.
Hearing the knock on the door, she moved from the kitchen to the door, expecting to be greeted by the same trick-or-treaters. Opening the door, she began her almost memorized speech – “Look, guys, I told you I’m out of cand-“ Not trick-or-treaters. Giving a small smirk as she realized it was Tweek, she stepped aside, gesturing for him to come in. “Hey, happy Halloween.”
Well if that’s your dream in life, I believe you can do it! You’ve got the ngh face and body for it, that’s for sure. I think the perfect personality is just an extra, wonderful surprise.
Oh wait, you’re kidding? Gah! Just ignore that, I don’t want to offend you or anything. But you’ve got a thing for Grecians? I think I’m like 0.02 % Greek. Fun fact. ;)
You’re really cute.
Why aren’t you here yet?
I’d ngh love to.
You look stunning in your costume, by the way.
Thanks, I actually have a few of these since I aspire to be a Bunny one day.
Kidding. But you look pretty hot in your costume. It could be because I’ve got a thing for Grecians.
Handed out candy to the trick-or-treaters. Gave a few of them a little something extra.
One by one, I’m bettering the world and the future.
You are actually the worst person. Congrats.
Q. Would you rather be dirt poor and emotionally fulfilled in life or be rich beyond imagination and emotionally dissatisfied for life?
The moral side of me would opt for being poor and emotionally fulfilled, but the materialistic side of me chooses the latter.
R. Do you have any (secret) feelings of bigotry to any group of people?
Not really. None that’s secret, anyway.
S. Would you rather be the only person in the world that can read minds or have everyone else in the world be able to read minds except for your own?
Being a mindreader would be amazing.