11 of December.

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Just... I adore the song. And I thought it fit. Not really, but since this is about a 'girl' that is in love with a girl I thought about this song immediately. (This is the shortest version I could find, sorry. Well, enjoy how beautifully their voices fit together. Really... I'm in love with their voices. Let me enjoy my kind of things!)
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"What did you want to ask?" Bebe asks, sitting next to me.

I take a deep breath, smiling at her.

"Um. Bebe. I thought-," I start.

I take my notebook and draw a quick heart, giving it to her.

"Wends-," she starts.

I sigh.

"I um. Would you- would you go out with me?" I ask.

There is a moment of silence as Bebe takes my pen and writes her answer inside the heart. I read it.

'Why wouldn't I?'

Her handwriting is really beautiful. Hard to read but incredibly beautiful.

"Really?" I ask.

"Of course. Where to?" Bebe asks.

"You might wanna get tea. You know, actual tea," I say.

She laughs.

"I love tea. Both kinds. What type of tea do you have?" She asks.

"Lemon or green," I say.

"Aw, you know me, I love lemon tea," she says, smiling so brightly.

Her blonde hair looks really good on a bun, plus, the snow is giving her such a glow. She looks lovely.

"You are beautiful," I say, it leaves me without me really meaning for it to.

"Thank you. So are you," she says.

I get closer to her, or is she getting closer to me. I can't even tell before her lips are on mine. I close my eyes, adoring this moment right now.

Soon enough, Bebe backs away to breath. Her cheeks are pink. Either from the weather or from, what just happened.

I can't help the smile, it's going to be on for a very long while, just because of what just happened.

"I liked that," Bebe says.

I nod.

"Me too," I say.

She kisses me again, this time the power sends me on my back in the bench.

"Shit. Sorry," she says.

I laugh.

"No worry. So. Mine?" I ask.

She nods and we get up, I take her hand with a smile. She puts her head on my shoulder.

"I really like you, Wends," she says.

I smile.

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