“ CAREFUL… wouldn’t want y’ t’ drool all over the place an’ trip out the window… make y’erself a Becky pancake. ” Wouldn’t want to stoke a fire in him more than she already did. Like he could see that ember at the pit of her, red hot and willing to sear if he wasn’t mindful. And since when had he ever been? When had Jon ever stopped long enough to step away from a fire too hot? More readily willing to dip hands in and see how long he could last, why would she be any different?
Jon’d seen the nudge coming before he’d felt it. Not a sharp as was deserved, but placed well enough to jostle him. One hand firmly locked onto the windowsill and the other snatched unsuccessfully back at her foot. A good thing, that… wasn’t sure what he’d have done with it, had he caught it. Jerked her onto her ass, probably… Start a fight that didn’t needed starting in a place that definitely could have done without it. The sort of thing that people expected of him. Problematic for the sake of being problematic. Because that was easier than talking. It was easier than sitting idle and thinking about how nice her mouth was.
“ What? Y’ think ‘m scared’a fallin’ out the window? ” He’d fallen out of others before, though the risk hadn’t been so great and it wasn’t a frigid snowscape at the bottom. Turned about, grin half-cocked, the hop to sit on the edge and was taken. Hands at either side with loose grips made the lean easier. Backwards until everything was cold and numb, “ y’ could kick me out, right here, right now… no one would ever know. Bet there’d be a lotta people who’d thank y’ for it, too. ” More than a lot. They’d have made it a national holiday.
“ C’mon, Bex… wha’cha scared of? ”
‘ DON’T FLATTER YERSELF, BUDDY. ’ It was muttered while she kicked her own legs up to press against her chest: figuring she’d be best to get comfy while she still could. The seat was freezing beneath the barrier of her black skinny jeans & the sooner they would get to the cabin --- the better. But Jon’s inquisitions had her scrunching her brows & causing her head to tilt to a side. What was his deal?
‘ Not scared of nothin’ & I’m not kickin’ ye’ out the window. ’ Her answer came quickly & curtly, eyes narrowing as Jon hung out of the cab & giving a quiet sigh. He was such a perplexing soul & Becky wanted to solve his mental puzzle. ‘ Now get back inside before you hurt ya’self ya’ noodle. & while ya at it, stop with that whole no one cares about me stint. If I didn’t care about ya’ i wouldn’t be doin’ this. ’ She was silent for a split second before reaching forward to grab his foot & yank him hard back into the safe haven of the metal deathtrap that had more rust than she’d have liked. ‘ You got a death wish or somethin’? What kinda’ person would I be if I let ya’ drop to ya death? ’
So... she was growing fond of him. Sue her. Becky had a big, big heart & people like Jon always seemed to slot right in. She knew her nature often got her used & abused; people taking her for granted far more than they ought to have but... Becky didn’t know any better than to let people trample all over her. But there was something about Jon that she couldn’t put a finger on... He just intrigued her too much. Maybe he’d be her saving grace among a flood of people who cared more about their social status who’d be in attendance at the stupid reunion.
She pulled her legs back to her chest & sat her head on her knees while she looked at Jon for a second longer than she should’ve. ‘ You gonna be tryna’ fling ya’self off of trees & shit this entire weekend? I will put a leash on you if I ‘ave to. ’
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