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Scissor Saturday	By : WritingDude Category: +S through Z > The Mighty B! Views: 2712 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The next day, Bessie went to Rocky’s house to give him her choice for a movie. She knocked on the door, but no one answered at first; she assumed he wasn’t home, be before she left, he opened the door.
“’Ey B,” he said.
“Hey Rocky,” she said, “Finger and I came to a compromise to see and action comedy, with a little romance in it. What do you think?”
“I’m sorry B, but I’ll have to pull the plug on movie night.”
“You’re joking, right?”
“Nah, I’m grounded.”
“Really? How did that happen?”
“I was eating my cereal, a fly came in and was bugging me; it landed on my Mom’s but and you can guess what happens next.”
“Did you get the fly at least?”
“That and 3 weeks doing double chores; sorry B, we’ll have to do movie night some other time.”
Rocky then closed the door, leaving Bessie really disappointed. To make matters worse, as she was heading home, she bumped into Portia, Gwen and Penny.
“Hey guys,” Bessie said, “where are you headed.”
“None of your business, Messie,” Portia replied rudely.
“We’re going to get Gwen new sandals,” Penny said, “Hers were ripped.”
“Awesome,” Bessie said, “Can I come shopping with you?”
“Like hell, Higgenbottom,” Gwen said.
“Of course you can,” Penny said.
“No, she can’t Penny,” Portia growled.
“But she’s my girlfriend.”
At first they were silent, then Portia and Gwen burst out laughing hysterically while Penny and Bessie looked at them confused.
“What’s so funny?” Bessie asked.
“You two, a couple?!” Gwen exclaimed, still laughing.
“Oh, that’s rich!” Portia said, “What’s next, the mayor wearing a bikini?!”
“But it’s true,” Penny insisted.
“Penny, listen; Bessie can’t be your girlfriend. If she would, the San Andreas Fault will give way and the entire city will be under water. Do you want that to happen?”
“Well…”
“Penny, don’t listen to her,” Bessie said, “It’s highly unlikely the San Andreas Fault will give way because-”
“Shh,” Gwen hushed, “Did you hear that?”
“Hear what?”
“Oh my God, the Fault is about to-” Portia began.
“OKAY I LIED, SHE’S NOT MY GIRLFRIEND!!!!” Penny shouted, breaking Bessie’s heart.
“Phew,” Gwen sighed in relief, “That was close.”
“You’re a life saver Penny,” Portia said with a grin.
“I am?” she asked.
“Yeah, now come on; let’s go.”
As they left, Bessie fell to her knees as tears trickled down her face; she wanted to burst into tears right then and there, but when the bearded hippie asked if she was alright, she lied and said she fell. She then whipped her face and trudged back home and plopped on the couch; as she stared at the ceiling, Happy came in and wondered what was wrong with Bessie.
“Oh, hey Haps,” Bessie said, petting him.
Happy pouted and gave Bessie a worried growl.
“It’s nothing, Happy; I just don’t want to do anything today.”
Happy then hopped on the couch and laid down beside her. Later that afternoon, Bessie was called down for dinner; she made her way to the dining room and took her seat as she was served mac n cheese, spinach, turkey and yams.
“You okay Bessie?” Hillary asked sitting down.
“Find Mom,” she said, twirling her fork, “Just find.”
“You don’t look find.”
“Maybe she’s sick,” Ben said.
“I’m not sick, Ben,” Bessie said.
“Did you lose a bet?”
“No.”
“Lose one of your badges?”
“No.”
“Get pranked so hard, it was embarrassing?”
“No.”
“Step on a tack? Step on dog poop? Made a baby cry? Meet an angry person? Got kicked out of the Honeybee? Lose a friend? Which friend was it? Penny? Millie? Rocky? Portia? Wait, is Portia your friend or is she-”
“BEN I DON’T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT, OKAY????!!!” Bessie yelled, slamming her fist on the table.
At first there was silence, then Hillary said, “Bessie, go to your room; now.”
Bessie glared at her, but Hillary glared back, showing not intimidation by Bessie’s attitude; Bessie then got up and stormed off upstairs, slamming the door to her room as soon as she entered.
“What was that about?” Ben asked, confused.
“Finish your dinner, sweetie,” Hillary said, putting Bessie’s plate in plastic wrap.
“Yes, ma’am.”
After dinner was over, Hillary went upstairs to talk to Bessie; when she entered the room, Bessie was crying in her pillow lifting her head up every few seconds to breathe. Hillary then sat beside her and rubbed her head to make her feel better.
“Bessie,” Hillary said, sitting her up straight, “tell me what happened today.”
“I was…” she began, “I was on my way home from Rocky’s when I met up with Penny, Portia and Gwen. Penny told them that we were a thing and they laughed at us; then Penny was given a choice between me or them…and she chose them.”
“I’m so sorry that happened to you, honey.”
“But it’s not fair; I thought she was my friend, I thought she wanted me to be her queen bee. I thought…I thought she loved me.”
Bessie then burst into tears and as Hillary hugged her, she assured her that everything was going to be alright. Hillary held Bessie for what seemed like forever, then when she stopped crying, she was handed some tissues to whip her face.
“Do you want think you and Penny should talk about it tomorrow?” Hillary asked.
After Bessie blew her nose, she nodded.
“Alright, it’s getting late, we should be heading to bed.”
“Mom, can I ask you something?”
“Sure Bessie.”
“What time is this thing you’re doing on Saturday?”
“What happened to your plans with Rocky?”
“He got grounded.”
“Oh, that’s too bad.”
“Meh, we’ll have movie night some other time; so when’s the thing?”
“It’s at 7:00 pm; all the other girls have their invites.”
“Thanks Mom.”
“You’re welcome, Bessie.”
When Hillary went back to her room, Bessie got ready to take her shower; as she was heading to the bathroom, she met up with Ben who was heading to his room.
“Hey Ben,” she said walking up to him, “You got a sec?”
“Yeah,” Ben said.
“Look, I’m sorry for snapping at you during dinner; I didn’t mean it.”
“It’s alright, I was the one who was asking too many questions.”
“So we’re cool?”
“Like ice cream.”
After they bumped fists, Bessie went to take her shower as Ben went to his room. The next day, Bessie walked with Happy to the pet store to get him a new collar because his was starting to tear. After getting the collar, she saw Penny in front of the TV store; she then calmly walked beside her and waited patiently for her to notice her.
“Oh, hi Bessie,” she said, nervously.
“Hey Pen,” Bessie said not looking at her.
“I didn’t mean what I said yesterday, you see-”
“Let me guess, Portia and Gwen were your friends and they didn’t want you to affiliate yourself with me because…even though I try to be friendly to them, they still want nothing to do with me.”
“How’d you know that’s what I was going to say?”
“Penny, it’s the same cliché in every romantic comedy; it happens all the time in real life because love is a very complicated thing.”
“Oh, so you forgive me?”
“Yeah, I forgive you, but don’t do that again okay? Next time, it’s them or me, understand?”
“Yes, your highness.”
“Good; so you got the invite to this thing my Mom’s planning tomorrow?”
“Yes.”
“I’ll see you there, then.”
As Bessie and Penny kissed passionately, Happy just stood there and rolled his eyes, showing no affection for human embracement. As Bessie took Happy home, Penny’s father came out of the store and took Penny to get some ice cream. At the ice cream shop, Penny met up with Portia and Gwen, who gestured her to sit next to them (and she did).
“So,” Portia said, “what’s the plan for tomorrow?”
“My Dad wants me to taste this new dish he’s planning to add to his menu tomorrow,” Gwen said, “then I’m going to go the book store to buy a new diary after one of my brother’s sneezed all over it.”
“Aren’t we going to the Scissor Saturday thing tomorrow?” Penny asked.
“Like, no,” Portia said, “we have better thing to do then go to some lesbo orgy.”
“Then again,” Gwen said, “it would be funny to watch Millie cum like a bitch.”
“Oh, if we could get that on camera, it would be rich.”
“But isn’t Millie sensitive?” Penny asked.
“Duh,” Gwen mouthed off, “that’s the point.”
“Now which one of us has a camera?” Portia asked.
“I don’t.”
“Penny?”
Penny was silent for a moment, then said, “My Dad has a camera.”
“Good,” Portia said, “you’ll get it.”
“But-”
“But what Penny?”
“Don’t tell me you’re gonna bail, girl,” Gwen said.
“It just feels so…mean,” Penny said.
“When is giving a girl her first orgasm considered mean, Penny?”
“Umm…well…”
“Look, we’re not going to hurt her,” Gwen said, “if anything, we’d be helping her.”
“Well, when you put it like that,” Penny said, “I guess it makes sense.”
“Of course it does,” Portia conquered, “So you’ll have the camera tomorrow?”
“Yes.”
“Good, see you there then; oh and P.S., don’t tell anyone about this. We wouldn’t want to spoil the surprise.”
Portia and Gwen then went on their way, while Penny and her Dad went home. Once there, Penny raced to the kitchen and opened one of the cabinet drawers to find a hand held camera in it.
“Hey, I’ve been looking for that camera,” Mr. Lefcowitz said.
“Can I use it?” Penny asked.
“Sure honey, just remember to put it on my desk when you’re done with it, okay?”
“Okay.”
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