Bebe doesn’t even remember how she realized it.

She’s got feelings for you. You, one of her best friends since elementary school. You, someone who had seen her both at her worst and at her best. And you, someone who had held her when she was crying from a break-up with Clyde in middle school.

Bebe doesn’t know how she developed feelings for you. Maybe it was your smile, maybe it was the way your arms looped around her waist, maybe it was even the way you came to school on picture day looking absolutely radiant. She knows two things, though—she’s got a crush on her best friend and she’s a lesbian.

The two of you are getting ready for a school dance, and while you’re in front of the mirror trying on outfits, she sits at her vanity polishing up her makeup.

“{{user}}, can you do my eyeliner?” Bebe asks, putting her lipstick down as she beckons you over.