the adventures of beanie boo and cerabimbo [c]

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[attr="class","bonesbody"]at stabean's words, the freshman blinked, not quite understanding where she was coming from, "who's not on good terms?" she stared for a second at the sex toy that was now left on the bed, "we've actually been on hella good terms since forever and a day ago though," brooke explained though, seconds later, finally caught on, "oh! me and mama! ... nahh, we're cool. she just doesn't remember that i exist sometimes, but it's always been that way." shoulders shrugged, and there lacked a certain sense of malice that could have been found in another's tone had it been them instead of the blonde.

but, there was no use crying over spilled milk. you couldn't pick your parents, and it's not like she hated her mother, anyway. on the contrary actually. she was just busy with her work and her love life; sometimes the two could even be combined, actually. and while brooke would once in awhile try to get on the woman's nerves by doing what she wasn't supposed to do, they still 'got along' fine for the most part. well, sort of 'got along' since there wasn't much to push them further apart when both the mother and the daughter were barely home to begin with, but you know.

"'not yar type?'" brooke repeated in shock, "but he does track, too! i'd say that's a match made in heaven actually. what's yar type anyway?" she stared at the blush that'd suddenly surfaced and, believing that it was because of what she said, she suddenly scooched closer. eyes half-lidded, she began to poke at stabean's reddened face, "ya thinkin' of something dirty, beanie? it's not the track guy, huh? ya havin' wet dreams about him already so early in the afternoon?" snickering, she flopped down on her back and began to roll around, chanting something like 'ya got a crush, ya got a crush.'

the rolling stopped, however, when the topic went back to stabean's possible stash. now on her stomach, the blonde's gaze zipped over to where she vaguely remembered the laptop was. she was about to get up and grab it, when stabean continued to speak, "so it is under the bed!" she cackled and rolled down to the floor. she hit the carpet with a small thud but she hardly cared. left hand shot inside but then quickly pulled back out again.

"i think i just smacked a spider." she said, blinking as she stared at her dust-covered fingers. turning her face to the side, brooke sneezed loudly. she quickly shook her head with a shiver, then dived under the bed a second time.

when her her upper body reappeared, the fourteen-year-old could be seen with several volumes of manga she'd blindly grabbed in her search. face dirtied though expression satisfied, the freshman climbed back up onto the bed, "these it? don't think i've ever seen 'em before. y'touch yarself while readin' these or what?" she asked with a grin as she began to flip through one, "y'don't look the type. i was so sure that ya were like, ace or somethin'." she added truthfully, though her attention was quickly snatched by the book when she came across: "oh my god, tits everywhere!" an excited yell as she was practically bouncing on the bed, "stabean reads lesbian porn! stabean reads lesbian porn!"

... or not. but still, there were boobs, which was enough to convince the blonde really.

STABEAN FORTIER ● what is this thread even turning into

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