Kaitlyn vs Becca

[scottishsapphic]

Replaying the freshman series because I miss Becca and this scene is just so sweet when she starts opening up to you properly, I miss this queen 💗

[lowlanderqueen]

Truly the only good thing about the Chris special

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Tagged by @kamilahsqueen

Rules: Pick your favourite couple (or the one that is most likely to quarantine together) and write seven headcanons of them. Keep things PG. You can hint if they’re likely to do the nasty but that’s it. Tag 7 other people who might enjoy this.

I chose Becca x MC

1. MC brings to life her dream about having a book club with her wife and friends. Becca uses an opportunity and makes MC read her out loud while laying in bad in the evening.

2. It also became a great opportunity for MC to teach Becca to cook something more complicated than pancakes. Becca wasn't having it at first, but having an excessive amount of time made her want to make herself busy with anything, so she ended up acquiring pretty decent skills.

3. Sometimes things would get heated up since they both are pretty passionate in their beliefs, so, after another round of "sorry", they decided that they both needed at least some time in the different rooms to start missing each other.

4. Becca having none of MC's "we're staying at home, let's also stay in pajamas" bullshit. She makes her throw on decent clothes every day. If they having a living room date she will dress dame as if they were getting out.

5. Both of them hoarded a decent amount of spa-products, so, if one of them needs to get out of their head for a moment they would treat themselves to an endless amount of bubble baths, face masks, and massages.

6. Sometimes MC gets overwhelmed with worry about everything at once, which results in pretty awful mood swings. Becca always there to talk her through things and just be near MC until she smiles again.

7. At the end of every day, no matter if they in the bed or drifting away while binge-watching something on the floor, they always make sure to say "I love you" before sleep, constantly reading how much they mean for each other.

Tagging: anyone who wants participate!

[pixelisperfect]

I miss Kaitlyn Liao

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Beautiful

Requested by anon from this prompt list - “I just wanted to let you know that I think you’re beautiful.”

Book: The Freshman Series (TFS)

Pairing: Becca x MC (Emily)

Warnings: none

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Autumn rolled round again and there was a chill in the air, not that Emily cared - nothing could ruin this. She walked briskly down the sidewalk clutching Becca’s hand, both giddy with excitement and wearing matching grins. A few heads turned as they walked- well, practically sprinted by and one elderly woman gave them a thumbs up. If anyone looked at them with even a hint of disapproval, they didn’t notice - they couldn’t notice anything but the pure joy flowing through their bodies, seeping out of their pores and pouring into one another via their clasped hands.

Complimenting each other in ivory dresses, they entered the courthouse and soon found their friends waiting for them. Chris, Kaitlyn, James, Zack, Zig, Abbie, Tyler and Madison greeted them enthusiastically with hugs and cheek kisses, all dressed to the nines. 

“Wow, you guys look… just, wow.” James beamed.

“My god, we’ve actually managed to leave Hartfield’s finest playwright at a loss for words.” Emily spoke to Becca but shared a playful wink in James’ direction, whose smile never faltered.

“Go easy on him,” Chris saddled up to James’ side and interjected, “It’s easy to stumble over your words around two beautiful women.”

“Hey, this must be pretty weird for you!” Becca exclaimed with her brow furrowed.

“Why would it be weird for me?”

“Well, the only two girls you dated are marrying each other. I don’t know what that says about you…” teased Becca but Chris just laughed and shook his head.

“I’ll have you know I’ve started seeing someone,” Chris held his fingers up, index and middle crossed, “and so far I haven’t turned her off men.”

“Give it time.” Becca smirked before wrapping Chris in a warm hug which he quickly reciprocated. 

Continuar lendo

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MC X Becca - Drunk Part 2

“Move. Just let me do it.” You can sense Becca’s annoyance growing after watching you helplessly trying to shove your key into its slot on the front door but failing miserably.

You swivel around to face her and take one of her hands in your own. “Why are you so impatient?”

Becca huffs. “I just want to put you to bed so I know you’re okay. Is that all right?”

You’ve hit a nerve. You smile at her and replace the hand that’s still in her grasp with the set of keys.

“Care to do the honours?”

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As soon as you’re inside, Becca sits you down on the sofa and gets on her knees to help you take your heels off and leave them by the door. “Maybe now you’ll have a bit more balance.” She jokes.

She stands up and offers a hand, you take it and let her pull you up. Before she can object, you wrap your hands around her neck and pull her into another kiss. Startled at first, Becca welcomes the kiss and places her hands on your hips to pull you closer.

She pulls away and shakes her head slightly. “Come on, you. Bed time.”

“Hmph, fine.” You say, hold of her hand again.

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After barely making it up the stairs, you finally reach your bedroom and flop down into bed. You hold out your hand to Becca, “Join me?”

“Nice try. You’re still in a dress with a full face of makeup.”

She leans over and attacks your face with a face wipe. “Hey!” You argue.

“MC you can’t go to bed with makeup on. Play ball.”

She finished washing your face and then slowly peels your tight dress away from your skin.

“Now will you join me?” You ask sweetly.

Becca smiles at you “No, give me one minute.” She says as she places a kiss on your forehead.

A couple of minutes later she returns with a big glass of water and places it on your bedside table.

You raise an eyebrow at her, “Now?”

“Yes yes I’m coming, stop whining.” She says while undressing herself. “And drink some of that water.”

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MC X Becca - Drunk Part 1

“Just one more dance?” You flutter your eyelashes and pout, desperate to change her mind. “Pleeeeeeease?”

Becca sighs but can’t help hiding the smirk from catching her lips. She tightens her grip around your waist, almost failing to keep you upright. “Nice try but I gave into that almost two hours ago, now co-operate with me here so I can take you home.”

Frowning like a small child you admit defeat. “Fine. But I may be too drunk to undress myself.”

Becca laughs and keeps you from falling over again. “Let’s just worry about keeping you from falling over. Now hold on tighter to me.”

You bring your mouth to Becca’s ear, sliding away the hairs that are covering it by using the delicate tip of your finger and tucking them behind.

With seduction in your voice you whisper “Catch me if you can.” Darting towards the dance floor.

Becca lifts her hands high and sighs , shouting after you “Fine! But this is the last dance. I’m serious!”

Once you get far enough into the crowd of the dance floor you feel her slender hands gripping around your waist and her chin finding Its place on your shoulder. You take a moment to appreciate her familiar scent and how she felt on your skin before spinning around to face her.

“Hey.” You say, a huge grin on your lips.

Becca laughs again, trying to give you a stern look but failing miserably. “You’re going to be the death of me, you know that right?”

Instead of replying you grab her face with both hands and pull down until her lips meet yours.

You feel Becca smile into the kiss before she pulls away. “Your mouth tastes like vodka.”

You drag your tongue across your lips and wink at her. “Your lips taste like chapstick.”

This time it’s Becca that brings her lips to your ear with a hushed tone. “Now let me take you home.”

“Fine.” You detest. “One more kiss?”

Becca roles her eyes and presses a quick kiss to your lips. “There. Now let’s go.”

Just as you start to feel your legs wobble you feel her grabbing your waist again, offering her support.

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Falling... Part 6

Okay, so this one is going to have both MC and Becca’s POV. At least I am going to attempt to do it without confusing myself, the reader and the characters. I am aware a lot of it was Becca talking, I am working on getting MC back into a stronger position on the next part. 

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I could only stand there. Her blonde hair and blue eyes seemed to glow with the sun shining down on her. I swallowed hard as I her eyes looked directly into mine. There was something different in her eyes though. They looked nervous? Uncertain? I couldn’t quite figure it out. Pulling my eyes away from hers, I looked down to see her purse still strewn on the ground. I readjusted my backpack and silently picked it up. Giving myself a moment to process what was happening.

What do I do? What do I say? God, she’s beautiful. Stop. She hurt you.

Letting out a deep sigh, I finally picked up her purse, tucking the items that escaped in the fall, safely back into the purse. Clearing my throat, I stood up slowly, trying to avoid admiring the girl in front of me. Her legs, her waist, her arms… My fingers tingled at remembering all the times I felt the warmth of her skin under my touch. I finally looked at her, closer to her than I had realized. Did she move closer? Did I move closer? I felt dizzy for a moment as the smell of her hair and perfume took over all my senses. I forced myself to take a step back.

All I could get out, as I jutted the purse out to her, was a squeak, “here.”

I held it out to her, avoiding looking up at her. Staring directly at the item in my hand, I waited for what seemed like forever.

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I looked into her eyes, waiting for her to say something. I tried to will everything I was thinking and wanting to say towards her. The sun revealed the freckles that ran across her nose. I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from smiling at how cute she looked. I studied her face, her nose, her jaw… her lips.

God, her lips…

Before I got lost deeper into thought, I watched as MC stooped down to pick up my purse that I completely forgot that I had dropped. I stared at the top of her head, wondering how hard the gears were working inside her brain. I knew she was trying to process and figure out her next move.

Please tell me you miss me… I miss you, god, I miss you more than you realize. I’m sorry. Forgive me. I love you.

As my mind was spinning with what I wanted to say, she was now standing in front of me.

Closer.

Did I move closer? Did she move closer to me?

My heart skipped slightly at the thought that it may have been her. Maybe she will forgive me after all. Then it plummeted into my stomach. I watched her take a step back. Sticking out her arm with the purse towards me. She wouldn’t even look at me. Sadness and defeat washed over me. I grabbed the purse from her and let it hang at my side. The tears started before I could try to control them.

“MC… I…”

I felt my voice waver.

“I am so unbelievably sorry. I get that you hate me and I wish I could take it all back. I… I… I just want you back. I don’t even care if it sounds like I’m begging because it’s true. Not having you has been one of the worst feelings… and I ruined it and I can’t apologize enough.”

I forced myself to look at her, to see if she was even listening to me. I looked at her and saw the glistening in her eyes. She opened her mouth to say something, but closed it. I watched as she shifted from foot to foot. I knew she was trying to find the right words to say. Instead, she just hung her head and shook it.

“Becca, I… I can’t right now… I just can’t,” her voice dropped low with hurt. Clearing her throat, she looked up at me, “I’m here to talk to Madison and see how she’s doing. And this, us, is not the right time.” She sighed as I watched her turn towards the house. Walking slow, shoulders slumped.

I could feel a lump start to form in my throat. I swallowed hard, trying to keep some semblance of composure.

Before I could stop myself, I blurted it out,

“MC, I love you dammit. I’m in love with you.”

I sucked the air through my teeth when I realized what I had just said. Part of me hoping she didn’t hear me, the other part hoping she did.

Way to go Becca, could you have picked one of the worst times to reveal this? After momentarily scolding myself, I brought myself back to focusing on her. That’s when I watched her stop abruptly. She turned herself slightly towards me. I could see she was trying to figure out if she heard me correctly. I took a slow step forward and stopped.

“I’ve been a complete ass, and have the world’s shittiest timing, but being near you and not having you… well it’s been shit.”

I took another step forward, my heart pounding loudly in my ears.

“I don’t know how I will ever begin to earn your forgiveness.” My legs felt wobbly, hands were slightly shaking. I studied the girl in front of me. She turned directly at me. Staring at me with such intensity that my stomach flip flopped. I felt the hot tears well up and spill down my cheeks.

“I can’t lose you, MC,” it came out choked. I could feel my nose run, as the tears fell. I dropped my head as I felt all the fear and sadness course through my body.

There was only silence in response.

That’s when I noticed a second shadow on the ground that overlapped mine. I raised my head only to have a set of beautiful eyes looking right me.

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I stopped dead in my tracks as I heard the faint words said behind me. My ears perked up and I felt goose bumps run down my arms.

Wait. What did she just say?

I turned my ear slightly back to where Becca was. Trying to figure out if I heard her correctly. I could feel my heart pounding out of chest. Listening, I could hear Becca’s ragged breathing. My stomach dropped because I knew that she was crying. As I tried to grasp what was happening, I heard her soft voice enter through the chaos spinning through my head.

“I’ve been a complete ass, and have the world’s shittiest timing, but being near you and not having you… well it’s been shit.”

“I don’t know how I will ever begin to earn your forgiveness.”

Something inside of my chest seemed to loosen. I turned to face the heartbroken girl that now stood with her head dropped down. This isn’t just some blonde girl… this was a girl that I was madly in love with. She pissed me off more than anyone, but I’ll be damned.

I walked over to the sullen girl, feeling my skin start to buzz with the sudden urge to hold her close. To have her close.

When I was inches away from her, she lifted her head. Those piercing blue eyes looking right at me. I just had to lean an inch forward and would be able to make contact with the soft lips that brought butterflies alive inside of me. All the anger, frustration and hurt was washed away in that moment. Things weren’t completely fixed, but for this moment, I finally let myself admit, I missed her.

Our noses grazed for a second, lips hovered.

I needed to hear it, I needed to watch her eyes when she said it.

Lips centimeters away, I kept my eyes on hers, “say it again.”

She started to speak, our lips grazed, but neither of us broke eye contact.

“I lo-”

Becca was cut off with a voice behind me.

“MC? Becca? What are you doing here?”

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                         To be continued….

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Falling... Part 5

Sorry about the incredible delay! Work and school have been crazy busy. This isn’t very long, but I am trying to figure out how to wrap this all together.

It’s still in the POV of Becca and runs parallel with MC’s POV from the past parts. 

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I knew she had to go past me to get out of the lecture hall. It was my moment to be able to talk with her, where she couldn’t avoid me. Pulling myself out of my thoughts, I watched her. She kept looking over at me and then looking around the room. What was she doing? That’s when I watched her clamber over the chairs going down to a different row. I watched in shock and felt my stomach drop. It was then that I realized she didn’t want anything to do with me. I watched the back of her, remembering the night I screwed it all up. Just like that night, she never turned around. I swallowed the lump that was forming in my throat and blinked rapidly to keep the tears from spilling over.

I got up and tried to push my way through the remaining throngs of people. Maybe I could catch her. I felt my heartbeat begin to race. I made my way out of the building, scanning all the faces. “Where is she,” I muttered to myself as I walked forward slowly, studying the people around me. I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw her. She wasn’t alone, I watched as a guy put his arm around her shoulders. What was his name? Fig?… Rig?… Zig. That was it, and that was the guy who had liked her her freshman year. I felt my face flush as I thought back to the night of the dance.

Did she change her mind? Was she with him now? 

Did he treat her the way she should be treated?

I watched them walk out onto the grass where the picnic tables were. I didn’t care that I was standing there, forcing people to move around me. Bumping into me every now and then. Normally it’d piss me off, but I could care less right now. Right now, I was watching something unfold and I didn’t know what it was that I was seeing. Even squinting I couldn’t tell what they were saying.

That’s when I saw it. My lungs constricted tightly in my chest.

She was smiling. She’s smiling and she’s smiling at him.

I couldn’t watch this anymore. I quickly grabbed my car keys out of my purse and headed to the parking lot. “Screw this,” I said to no one in particular. I finally got to my car and got in. As I started to put the key in the ignition I realized how bad my hands were shaking. I let out the breath I was holding in and tossed the keys onto the passenger seat. Letting my head fall against the steering wheel, I closed my eyes as hard as I could to try and keep my emotions in check.

“Get it together, Becca. You’re being ridiculous,” I tried to sound as assertive as possible, but the waver in voice couldn’t be hidden. I brought my head back up and grabbed my keys from the seat. As I started the car, I looked up and saw her. MC was walking right past my car. She had that look of being on a mission. She wasn’t smiling anymore, but she didn’t look so downtrodden either. She walked right past me, not even a glance in my direction. With a slight feeling of defeat, I buckled up my seatbelt and decided to move on to the next person that I needed to apologize profusely to. It was time for me to face Madison and hope that she will forgive me.

“Madison will forgive me, right?” Saying it out loud only made me feel worse. I was terrible to her that night. In fact, I was terrible to her most of the time. Yet, there she always was, right by my side. Shaking my head and gripping the steering wheel tightly, I backed out of my parking spot and headed towards the sorority house.

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I found a spot on the side of the street, close enough to the house, but hidden enough to where no one would see me. Looking in the rearview mirror, I smoothed down my hair, put on a new layer of lip gloss and pinched my cheeks trying to put color back into my face.

“Alright, Becca, let’s get this over with. You got this, just keep your shit together,” I rolled my eyes at my own reflection at how pitiful I sounded. Grabbing my purse, I opened the car door. I stepped out in the bright sunlight and closed my car door. Just as I was about to turn around to head to the house, I ended up running into someone. I dropped my purse and as I bent down to retrieve it, I heard the person apologizing.

“Oh shoot, I’m sorry, I didn’t even see you…” The voice trailed off all of a sudden.

I knew that voice.

My body shot straight up, forgetting about my purse laying on the sidewalk. Trying to figure out what to say, I just stared into her eyes. Completely stunned, I could barely get any coherent words out.

“MC, I didn’t… what are you…” I let out a huge sigh giving up on trying to come up with a proper sentence.

We just stood there, both wide eyed and unable to speak.

I was fully aware that I could easily reach out and brush the loose strand of hair on the side of her face. I fought the urge though, and stayed stone still, afraid she might run off if I moved too fast.

Instead, a heavy silence fell between us and we just stood there.

To be continued….

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Falling Part 4

Ok, so this is SUPER LONG. It all started to come to me and I’ve been so busy with school, I thought it was needed. It’s finally the POV of Becca. There isn’t a lot of dialogue. Pretty much because she’s alone. Thank you for reading!

Song: “And Then You”- Greg Laswell (I felt it an appropriate background song)

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I stared her down. The look on her face was disgust and disappointment. I noticed the sadness tinge her eyes. I knew I hurt her. I knew I hurt Madison. Did I feel good about it? No. I thought I would, I thought this would help get out all the frustration, anger and hurt. It didn’t though. What it did was hurt the two people that tolerated me. That overlooked any of my bitchiness and somehow managed to see through it. I crossed my arms harder as I watched Madison leave. I kept my face blank. I wasn’t backing down and I was not going to let them see that I may have regretted this moment. The girls left shortly after and it just left me with MC. I bit the inside of my cheek as I studied her out of the corner of my eye. I watched as every emotion ran across her beautiful face. I bit my cheek harder to stop from letting my emotions take over.

MC started to square her shoulders, she was about to tell me off. Frankly, I deserved it, but I wasn’t letting it happen. I’m Rebecca Davenport, bitches. I don’t owe anyone anything… even if it hit my heart with a searing pain. Finally, I cut her off before she even began. I felt the venomous words exit my mouth. Leaving a bitter taste on my tongue. Refocusing back to her, I saw her shoulders fall. God, I put that pain in those eyes. But I don’t care, I’m Rebecca Davenport, I’m stronger and better, alone. She winced at my words as if I had struck her. I watched her slowly turn around, defeated and deflated. My mind and heart were screaming to tell her I’m sorry. To come back to me. Don’t leave please. Instead, I told her the complete opposite, not caring who heard.

She stopped.

My heart leapt and my stomach flip flopped.

I held my breath, waiting for her to turn around.

Please, MC, please turn around.

I felt my feet move forward, wanting so badly to feel her again. To have her smile at me. That smile that made everything in me feel giddy. Made me feel free. I was my true me with her and I wanted her to bring that back.

I grit my teeth, inaudibly whispering, “turn around MC, dammit, turn around.” I felt the tears start to rim the sides of my eyes. Catching on my eyelashes. I was so close to her. I could smell her. She smelled warm, and she always wore something fruity. It was one of the most wonderful smells. Taking over all my senses when I lay with her under the sheets at night. Her skin against mine, the smell of shampoo calming me. I stood there for what seemed like forever. My eyes closed, as I remembered all our times together. She always looked at me in a way that told me, I was hers. She was mine.

And I loved her. I love her.

My eyes flew open, mouth open to tell her. Instead, I just found her walking away. I just stood there. I did it, I managed to push the two bests things in my life away. I pushed the one person that I fell in love with. She wasn’t expected and I didn’t know how to feel with how she made me feel. I just pushed away the one person that felt like home. 

I made my way back to the house, hoping no one was around. I wondered the whole way home where MC was going. “She better not do something stupid,” I muttered to myself as I finally found myself in front of the house. All the lights were off. Her light was off. Was she in there? Was she waiting to make sure I got home safe?

I went quietly into the house. No one was up. I carefully walked up the stairs to my room, being sure to avoid the parts of the floor that creaked. I felt a catch in my throat. The same spots I avoided as I made my way to MC’s room every night. I walked faster to my room, going and closing the door as fast and quietly as possible. I felt the sob hit my stomach, moving like fire into my chest. I had to cover my mouth as I felt the sounds try to escape. I slid down my door, as my legs started to shake. I pulled them close to my chest. Wrapping myself into a ball. Feeling the tears run down my face, falling on my dress. Leaving mascara streaks all the way down.

What did I do? What did I do?

I cried, I cried harder than I have before. This wasn’t something I’ve felt before. This wasn’t just sadness. This was the feeling of heartbreak. I realized at that moment, I finally hit rock bottom. I screwed over my best friend and… and the woman I loved. Disgusted with myself, I kept my mouth shut as I sobbed. My body shaking like I was cold. I cried until I found myself laying on the floor in a fetal position and falling into a restless sleep.

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The week had droned on and soon I found myself in the middle of class. Staring past the professor, completely numb and unfocused. I felt a tap on my shoulder. I ignored it. The tap started again. Finally, I turned around exasperated. A guy with disheveled brown hair smiled broadly at me. Leaning forward, he said, “are you as bored as I am?” I just looked at him, he squirmed a little and cleared his throat, “um, I’ve watched you in here and always wanted to see if maybe you want to, um, go get coffee or something.” He all of a sudden looked bashful. I looked at him and smiled seductively, “you know I would absolutely love to go, but unfortunately I already have a date with my boyfriend.” I made a pouty face, as if to say I was sad that we couldn’t go out.

He smiled at me, “hey that’s cool, he’s a lucky guy. But if you ever find yourself, you know, alone. You should give me a call.” With that he slid a piece of paper over to me. “See ya ‘round”. He then got up and headed out of the classroom. That’s when I realized class was over. Turning around in my desk, I looked at my blank page of notes. “Another win, Becca. Let’s just fail at this too,” I muttered to myself as I packed up my bag. I got up and left the room, the piece of paper still on the desk behind mine.

I stood outside of the building, scanning all the faces. Just like I did every day this week, looking for her face. I just wanted to see her smile. Even if it wasn’t towards me. I needed to see her. I walked quickly back to house. Running up the stairs, I went into my room. Locking myself in like I have done everyday. I dropped my backpack and felt out of breath. Not from the stairs, but from the growing need to see MC. I paced my room, “okay Becca, get your shit together. You need a game plan, MC always liked a game plan. It should be easy.” I kept muttering myself, frowning as I thought of different ideas, none of them any better than the rest.

“You can’t talk to her here in the house. Everyone would be nosy and want to know what we were talking about.” I flopped heavily onto the bed, my mind spinning from pacing in a circle around my room. “You’re going to get her back. You are going to do whatever it takes. Then you are going to beg Madison for forgiveness. She’d do anything for you, it’s time you returned it,” Becca said aloud to the ceiling. Then an idea popped up in her head. She shot straight up onto her feet. She knew what she needed to do to get MC to talk to her.

Becca grabbed her phone and scrolled through the text messages until she found the classes MC had sent her a list of. The moments where we could accidentally run into each other and I could hold her hand, even for a moment. Smiling like teenagers at each other. I looked at the time, shit, her class starts in 20 minutes. I looked in the mirror on my closet door and nearly screamed. My clothes were wrinkled, my eyeliner starting to smudge under my eye. “Oh dear lord Becca, you cannot leave the house like this, again,” I sternly scolded my reflection. I shook my head and quickly found an outfit. I’ve never been faster at cleaning up than I was at that moment. One shoe barely on, I grabbed my keys and headed out.

I finally got to the campus, trying to not run as I looked at the time. “Shit, four more minutes.” Faster Becca, you have long legs for a reason! Freaking move them! I kept internally yelling at myself. I eventually made it to the door to the class. It was a huge lecture hall. Good. Calming my breathing and smoothing my hair and outfit out, I confidently entered the room. I did a quick scan. I sucked the air through my teeth hard. 

There she was. 

Slouched in her seat. Looking tired and sad. Keep it together, Becca. You’re in a public setting. Don’t let her see you. You know what you have to do. Climbing the stairs carefully, and ducking behind other people’s heads. I sat down in the far right corner of the room, the same row as her. I tried to keep in the darkness of the spot.

As I breathed out, words tumbled with them, “you’re so beautiful”. 

I somehow wished that would reach her ear. 

I couldn’t look away, I just watched her. She’s lost weight, her face was pale, hair disheveled. Her clothes were wrinkled and her eyes stared off into an unknown world. All of a sudden she looked over. She looked right at me. The shock in her face reflected the emotions that hit me in the chest finally seeing her.

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Falling Part 3

I’ve been having a blast writing these and love, love, love all the positive comments! It truly has been incredible. I hope that Part 3 meets all your expectations with the past two. Thank you again!

Background Soundtrack: “The Stranger” by Lord Huron (but honestly the whole album, “Lonesome Dreams”.

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I don’t know how long I sat there staring at her. All I knew is that I couldn’t look away.

Her eyes. Her lips. Her hair.

I forced myself to look away. Staring down at my notebook, I started drawing random spirals all over the page. Looking up every so often to look at the professor. Pretending like I was processing anything he was saying. He might as well be the teacher from Charlie Brown because I couldn’t tell you a word that was coming out of his mouth. All I knew was there was a blonde devil sitting in the same room as me. I managed to keep looking everywhere, but to my right.

God, why I couldn’t I just fall in love with someone stable. Someone low key and, you know, doesn’t have the reputation of being an alpha bitch… and apparently living up to that title.

I heard rustling around me and realized that class was over. I avoided any eye contact as I went to put my stuff back into my backpack. Focused on the zipper like I’ve never focused on it before. I did a glance to see if she was gone. I slightly choked on my spit… nope. Then it dawned on me…

Exhaling, I muttered, “well shit,” it was at the moment I realized if she didn’t move, I would have to walk past her to get to the stairs to leave. Shit, shit, shit, shit. All of a sudden I felt a sense of panic. I was the mouse in the maze, looking for the cheese. Except the cheese is exactly what I don’t want to find. I looked around, coming up with some sort of game plan. Whatever happened to fire safety? Shouldn’t there be more than ONE set of stairs? I could just picture her self- satisfied smirk when she sees that I have to walk past her. That thought made my face feel hot when I realized that that actually pissed me off. So I did what every rational person would do… I climbed and clambered over the chairs. Carefully, making my way down a couple of rows. Finally, feeling satisfied with the distance, I walked down the row and down the stairs.

Ha. Becca. You didn’t win and you certainly didn’t get what you want. I furrowed my brow, what did she want and why does it feel like I’ll never win?

Readjusting the straps on my backpack and wiping the unattractive sweat on my face from my hurdle excursion, I let my eyes readjust to my surroundings. The campus was now full on busy. People laughing with each other, talking on their phones or just briskly walking to their next destination. I could hear the wheels of skateboards, heels clicking, gum popping and the small dings from people on their bikes weaving through. It was a nice day out, it really was, and the campus looked beautiful. As I took a moment to take it all in, letting my mind wander and relax. I felt a tap on my shoulder. My body went rigid.

Happy moment over. Groaning under my breath and trying to ease the pace of my heart rate, I reluctantly looked over my shoulder. I let out the biggest breath with complete relief. It was just Zig. I looked around quickly to make note of anyone else… let’s be real,  we all know, a certain somebody else. I felt a hand waving in front me, “yo, MC, you in there?” I shook the thoughts in my head away and looked back at him. “Sorry, just lost in thought.” He had a slight frown as he studied me, and then draped his arm over my shoulders, “walk with me.” With that, he started walking, and that meant apparently so was I.

He ended up leading us to a picnic table that set slightly away from the rest. We sat across from each other. There was silence… more silence… and even more. I started tapping my fingers on the table, glancing at him every so often and then looking around. This was getting incredibly awkward and my butt was starting to go numb from sitting on the bench.

I cleared my throat, and readjusted in my seat to try and get it to wake up, “so… what’s up?” I tried to be as nonchalant as possible. He laughed slightly, but looked right at me, “you know we’re all worried about you. Talking to the group, they told me that they rarely see you. Of course, I never get to see you. I know you don’t want to tell anyone what’s wrong, but, MC, you’re my bud. You’ve helped me deal with shit, even though they were things I am definitely not proud of.” He reached out and put a hand gently over my fidgety one. “Please, let me just be there for you. I get not wanting to share, but it’s me we’re talking about. Hell knows, I am definitely not one to judge.”

I looked at him, looked straight into his eyes. They were kind, but firm. His jaw was set as he looked at me. Well hell… I took a deep breath, as if I were going to be diving into water and blew it all out through my lips up to where my hair slightly moved from the disturbance.

“Okay, okay, but this stays between you and me. I mean it, it does not leave this table.” He laughed a little and zipped his lips shut and for emphasis, threw away the key. One last deep breath, I unraveled everything. Where it all started with Becca, a single night, that turned into another night, into another. Eventually, it became more than something physical. I told him how she opened up to me, how Becca would actually talk and laugh with me.

I dropped my head onto the table. “Zig, she was so different when it was just us. Then she has to go pull all this shit,” I waved my hand in the air, gesturing to whatever was around me. My head still facedown on the table. I dropped my hand, head down on the table and waited for a response.

Silence.

I looked up, not sure if I’d actually see anyone sitting across from me. To my disbelief I was greeted with a funny smirk on Zig’s lips. Lifting my head fully, “what? Why are you looking at me like that?” I started to pick at the wood slivers of the picnic table. Then, without warning, a burst of laughter came out of his mouth. I stared at him, my mouth hanging open. “Seriously, what is so funny?”

After taking a couple of breaths to stop his laughter, he looked at me amused, “MC, it’s been obvious for some time that you two have had some sort of connection. I just didn’t know that this whole time, you’ve well… that you’ve actually have acted on it.” I looked at him wide eyed, trying to process what he just told me. I felt the blood drain from my face, “if you know, d-do you think the others do to?” I swallowed hard as he thought about it. “Mm, I don’t think so.” Putting both elbows on the table, I rested my chin in my hands. “What do I do? I am so upset with her, but, god, every time I think about her… I can’t shake all the other feelings inside of me. I just get frustrated with myself.”

He looked at me somberly, “you have every right to be upset, but it’s okay to still love her. You can’t just forget all those feelings and act like nothing ever happened.” I sighed loudly, more frustrated, but feeling a slight relief to be able to talk with someone. “Look, I’m far from an expert in the love department, but I do know that you are an incredible person. You’ve been an amazing friend and far more supportive than any of my other friends have ever been. I can’t make the decisions for you, as to what you want to do with this secret relationship, but I can be there for you.” I felt my eyes start to well up as his words sunk in. “Whoa, whoa, MC, I didn’t mean to make you cry,” Zig looked mortified. Shaking my head, “no, it’s okay, these tears are actually happy tears.” I wiped the stray tears that fell down my cheeks.

Zig looked down at his phone, “oh shit, I’ve got class in ten minutes and can’t miss it. I’m so sorry to leave you like this.” I held my hand up to stop him from talking, “stop, go to class, you are not leaving me like anything. In fact, I actually feel slightly better. Now that someone knows, it’s taken a bit of weight off my shoulders.” We both stood up and he came around the table and gave me a hug. It was a hug that I absolutely needed and in that moment, could feel myself genuinely smile. “Now go, have fun in class… learn something and try to make some friends, will you.” He grabbed his backpack and laughed, “yes mom, I’ll make sure to find some kids to play with at recess.” With that he laughed and hurriedly walked away.

I sat at the edge of the bench, reveling in the moment of peace I had in my heart. I felt a slight bound of confidence. I grabbed my backpack, squared my shoulders, and headed to the one place I knew I needed to be. I kept repeating the conversation I had with Zig, trying to keep my confidence up and keep my tears in check. With a brisk pace, I headed to the sorority house. It was time to talk with one heartbroken blonde.

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Falling- Part Two

A week had gone by since that disastrous night. I’ve tried to sleep, but just end up tossing and turning. All I could think about was her. She was in this house. I’d sometimes hear her voice carry down to my door or the sound of her steps going up the stairs. I laid there, listening to every sound the house made. Looking at my phone, 4:41 am, I sighed and sat up. I knew it wouldn’t be any use to try and go back to sleep. I put on my jeans and hoodie, grabbing my shoes and backpack. 

It was now a routine, I’d open my door, strain my eyes as hard as I could in the dark to see if anyone was awake, listening for any sounds to indicate someone was around. I didn’t see anything or hear a sound. I slowed my breath as I closed my bedroom door and and tiptoed to the front door. Carefully unlatching the lock, I opened the door enough to slide through. Locking the door behind me. I turned to face the street. I took a deep breath, letting the cool morning air fill my lungs. I threw my shoes on and started walking.

I know I shouldn’t be avoiding everyone. I knew they were worried. Eventually I’ll answer them, but right now I could barely think about why my heart hurt and why tears would fall down my cheeks without warning. I cried myself to sleep, muffling my face into my pillow every night. I know I was wallowing, but I couldn’t seem to shake it off. Not this time. I wasn’t ready to see everyone’s faces, to see what they were feeling. The texts and knocks on the doors started to taper off as the week went on. They seemed to realize there wasn’t anything they could do. I needed this break, I needed to figure this all out myself. No one knew Becca and I were together, no one knew how much I had fallen for her. No one knew how it fell apart, pulling me down with it.

“Stop,” I told myself. “Do not think of her,” I shook my head and wiped my eyes. I winced slightly, knowing they were raw from crying so much. “Get your shit together, MC.” With that, I headed towards the library. I figured I’d get some homework done while I waited for class to start. I took one last deep breath before going in, trying to refocus my thoughts.

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It was eerily quiet, some of the lights hadn’t even been turned on. The librarian looked up when she heard the door open. Her brow was furrowed when she saw me and then it turned into a smile, “big test today?” I looked at her confused for a moment until it dawned on me that that’s why she thought I was here so early. I tried to give her a smile in return, but it came out half-heartedly, “yeah, big test, gotta get the last minute cram session in.” The librarian chuckled, “I don’t miss those days. Good luck.” 

She then went back to what she was doing. I walked around, looking at the rows and rows of books. I found a spot in the far corner and sat down heavily. The corner was still dark. Perfect.

I pulled out my laptop and textbook. Unopened, I stared at them, I was so tired. Tired of hurting, tired of not being able to talk with my friends. And completely crestfallen that I couldn’t talk to her. Why can’t I just hate her? With a heavy sigh, I opened my laptop and found the chapter I needed to read in the textbook. I was able to focus on the assignment for class, until I rested the side of my head on the corner wall. That’s when my eyelids became incredibly heavy.  I mindlessly set an alarm on vibrate. I’ll just take a little nap and finally succumbed to my exhaustion and fell into a dreamless sleep.

I woke up with a jerk, the feeling of my phone vibrating loudly on the floor. Turning it off, I rubbed my eyes with the heels of my hands. I stuffed everything back into my backpack. Checking the time, I had 15 minutes to get to class across campus. I managed to speed walk out of the library, passing some people coming in. As I was moving between the groups of people that were now peppered across the quad, I saw a familiar face.

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Madison.

Her makeup was perfect, her dress fell perfectly on her body. Looking put together, a far cry to how I was dressed. She looked up and saw me, her eyes were tired; hollow. It took me by surprise to see how empty they seemed. My heart squeezed tight as I fought the urge to go hug her. Try to hug the pain I knew she was feeling. I tightened my hands on my backpack straps. We made eye contact for a moment, giving slight nods, but continued moving past each other. I looked back and realized she was doing the same. Before I quickly turned my head back, I saw her eyes glistening with the threat of tears spilling over. Clenching my jaw, I fought back the tears and anger towards the one woman that caused all this.

Walking to class, I found my spot in the far back corner of the lecture hall. Thank god this was a big class; I could keep myself hidden from anyone that I may recognize. I was able to avoid and human interaction. Leaving me to focus on the professor and my own thoughts. Trying to calm my nerves, I slouched down in my seat, pulling out my notebook and pen. I chewed on the top of my pen to keep me from fidgeting. I stared at the marker board behind the professor’s desk. That’s when a soft smell hit me. 

Perfume. Her perfume. I felt my pulse race as I scanned the room. No familiar faces around. Anyone could have the same perfume. I shook my head and closed my eyes tight to fight the image of her face. Of all those nights she’d be asleep pressed up next to me. I’d lay there, smelling the sweet perfume that seemed to fill all my senses. I’d fall asleep with a smile on my face.

I opened my eyes, the slight smile on my face fell as the warm feeling dissipated. I watched as the professor wrote down some notes on the board. I went to write them down when something caught my attention in my peripheral vision. 

My head jerked up.

I felt my body tense and my fingers clenched tightly around my pen. My heartbeat began flooding my eardrums. I no longer heard the professor talking, in fact, everything around me seemed to fade away. All of it except the blonde that was sitting on the opposite side of the room. I must be losing it; it can’t be… She isn’t even in this class.

Seriously, MC, get it together. You’re going crazy.

I couldn’t help myself and turned my head slightly and looked to my right. I just need to solidify that I am just being ridiculous.

The air in my lungs stopped in my throat suddenly-

It was her.

And she was looking right at me.

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                                                                   To be continued…

[awkwardsgames]

Falling...

This is my first attempt at a fan fiction writing. I decided to do it based off of the game, The Sophomore, from the Choices game app. Hopefully, it comes out decently. 

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The setting: Happens after Becca went all vindictive in Chapter 9 POV: MC’s

Background Soundtrack: “Say You Love Me” by Jessie Ware

||Even though Becca had this moment of complete and utter lack of human compassion, my character and myself love her. I really hope she gets her ish together because I don’t feel like breaking up with another roommate. Especially if one of them gets to fall in love with someone. ((petty, I know)) ||

I didn’t know what to think when everything seemed to crumble. I was disappointed and hurt that she would cause this much pain. It was a betrayal I felt to my very core. All I could do was just stare at her, her face was cold and arms crossed. What happened to the girl that would give me a smirk, but graze her fingers over my hand when she walked by? This wasn’t her. This was what people would always say about her. As I kept staring at her, I could hear Madison in the background crying. She was humiliated and hurt by the one person she always trusted and wanted to be around. Aside from me, she was the only one that wanted to be around her. All I could do was just stand there, my stomach churning and my heart racing. 

I turned my eyes to Madison, “Madison, I am so sorry, I had… I didn’t realize…” My mouth was dry; my mind was spinning. I watched as Madison squeezed her eyes shut, the tears still flowing. “Stop.  Just stop, please,” her voice broke as she tried to swallow back a sob. Covering her mouth to try to keep it in, she turned and walked away. The other girls all stood around, watching all the drama unfold. Looking from me, to Becca, to the small form of Madison in the distance. I’ve never seen so many eye rolls and heard so many huffs than I did in that moment. No one said anything and seeming to get bored, they all walked away. I stared at their backs, hearing their catty comments as their voices began to fade away.

I heard a small snort from Becca’s mouth as she held a smirk that was as cold as what I imagine an ice queen’s would be. “Hope they have fun figuring all that out. Madison won’t even know what to do.” She had a look of evil pride on her face. A look that broke my heart and flipped the switch in me to ‘Pissed Off’ mode. I took three deep breaths before I spoke, squared my shoulders and looked her right in the eye. I opened my mouth, ready to speak my mind-

“Save it, MC. I don’t have the time to listen to your holier-than-thou speech. You’re disappointed, hurt, blah-blah-blah. What’s done is done and I won’t apologize for what I did.” She stared me down with her chilly glare. 

That’s when I felt my shoulders slump slightly. I searched for some sort of break in her face. Something to show me she felt bad. Nothing. I swallowed, let out what air I had in my lungs, turned around and walked away slowly. She hollered after me, “I knew you’d leave eventually, everyone does. And you know what? Good riddance to you all. I don’t need this bullshit. I am not going to change for anyone.” I stopped for a moment, I wanted to turn around. What did I want to say? To tell her that I stayed with her through it all. That I loved her. That I was in love with her. I felt the sting of hot tears fill my eyes and I felt like the wind was knocked out of me. 

I crossed my arms across my chest tightly and chewed on the inside of my cheek to keep from letting the cry that formed in my throat from escaping. That’s when I heard slow, quiet footsteps get closer, I could feel her getting closer to me. I heard her breathing, felt the electricity that always seemed to spark when we were near each other. No, I won’t turn around. With that, my head dropped and I continued walking. I didn’t look back and I didn’t stop the tears as they streamed down my face. I just kept walking, walking without direction. This wasn’t a pain I’ve felt before, not even when Kaitlyn and I broke up. This was deeper, much deeper.

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I found myself back at the house at some point. I looked at my phone and saw I had several missed calls and texts from my roommates. None of them from the one person I was hoping to see. I don’t know how long I was standing there, staring at the house, staring at the window that was linked to her room. I took a deep, shaky, breath. I kept feeling my eyes start to droop from exhaustion, but every time I felt them close I saw her. Her blonde hair, bright eyes and a smile that she saved only for me. I hope everyone is still asleep, I thought to myself. I walked up to the door and carefully and as quietly as I could, unlocked it. Trying to avoid the door from making a sound, I slid through the frame and door as tightly as possible. 

Turning around to close the door so slowly and softly, I heard an angry voice behind me, “where the hell have you been?!” it was Zack’s voice, “we have been worried sick. You don’t call or answer our texts! We didn’t know where you were or if you were even alive!” I heard more footsteps. I felt all the eyes of the whole gang stare at the back of my head. “I-I’m sorry,” I let my forehead land on the door with a thunk. I kept swallowing trying to keep another round of tears from falling. Kaitlyn’s stern voice came next, “well? Where the hell did you go?” Mumbling to the ground, “I don’t want to talk about it.” I knew they wouldn’t accept that response, and that’s when I felt a hand on my shoulder. “MC, what happened?” It was James’ voice this time. “I get a call, asking if you were with me… we were just worried because this isn’t like you.” 

I turned to him slightly, but talking loud enough for everyone to hear, “I appreciate you guys,” I cleared my throat to keep it from cracking, “but I really don’t want to talk about it, I just want to go to my room. Please.” That’s when I turned around fully and glanced at all their faces, they turned from anger to shock. I imagine I looked as good as I felt. Kaitlyn stepped forward with sheer worry on her face, “MC, please, talk to us? We just want to know that you’re ok…” Her voice drifted off as I stared back down at the floor. “Please just let me go to my room.” With that, I forced my weary legs to move forward, past all my friends, down the hall and to my room. I opened and closed my door just as carefully as I had coming into the house. 

Perhaps to be continued…?

[teamkaitlynliao]

Forever's Gone (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/NFIaVOMgP5 Fanfiction dedicated to Becca and the Main Character (MC) of Pixelberry's The Freshman Series. Forever's Gone tells another side of BeccaxMC's story at Hartfeld. Notes: This is my take on how Becca and the Main Character (MC) developed their relationship from being enemies to being girlfriends to each other and. It is mixed with Pixelberry's scenes, which I'll put in bold cases so you can see what part of the Pixelberry Story you're at. I hope you enjoy it. Feel free to coment for suggestions and feedback.  

[phoenixx2709]

|The Lake House|Part 9|

It’s nearly 11AM when MC wakes up. She looks around for Becca in the room but there’s no sign of her. She walks downstairs and finds everyone preparing for the party at night.

Every one of her friends from Heartfeld is going to be at the party tonight. She notices Becca and Zack taking the party cups in to the kitchen. While Zig and Chris are carrying in the beer boxes.

Everyone is busy with the party preparations till the afternoon.

After they’re done with all setups,MC goes in to her room to freshen up and dress up for the party. She changes in to a black dress and applies make up.

The throbbing sound of music can be heard from downstairs.

She walks downstairs and spots everyone from Heartfeld. Amara and Darren are in the corner ..talking and MC walks up to them and greets them.

“Where’s Rachel and Annisa?” She asks Amara.

Amara points towards the centre of the living room where Rachel and Logan are dancing with each other. She spots Annisa and Kaitlyn dancing close to each other,both smiling widely.

MC takes up being the hostess of the party again, meeting and greeting everyone. She spots Leila and Edgar on the couch,both are debating about a video game reviews and MC chooses to leave them to it. She turns around and sees a familiar face which makes her heart skip a beat. Becca is walking down with her green glittery cocktail dress and her make up is perfect. She shoots a glances at MC first and starts walking slowly towards her with a smirk. MC’s feels her heart pounding in ears which is definitely not from the throbbing music.

To her surprise,Becca walks past her, towards Madison and Tripp who are talking to each other near the fireplace. Becca hugs Madison and Tripp indicates a ‘hey’ at MC with a drink in his hand.

Zack comes from behind and teases MC “Ouch, you’ve just been turned down by the queen bee.” He chuckles.

MC is still in awe of seeing Becca in that dress and feels flustered.

She rolls her eyes at Zack and mutters “I need a drink and some air.”

She starts walking towards the main door and easily snatches Zig’s drink from his hand ,whose attention shifts from talking to James.

MC walks outside , sipping on her drink.

She feels her breath getting even , she didn’t realize that she has been holding her breath since she saw Becca walking towards her. “This girl could kill me” she mutters to herself, leaning on the railing of the porch.

She hears a soft sob , coming from behind the lone tree in the lawn.

She walks up to the tree and hears Chelsea speaking “No Manny please don’t come up here,”

She’s speaking on the phone with Manny, whose voice is audible as he screams “I’m gonna punch the shit out of that Twig.” And he hangs up.

“Hey” MC moves towards Chelsea who holds her hand out. “MC just go away”

“I’m just making sure you’re okay. Was that Manny?”

Chelsea looks up at her with her teary eyes “Yeah it was Manny. What do you want? It’s none of your business so just back off” she speaks with an attitude.

MC starts to move closer “I’m just trying to hel-” she has been cut off.

“Oh I know you’re just trying to ’help’ by getting nosy into my personal matters. That’s your job isn’t it ?Getting involved in everyone’s issues even if they don’t need your stupid concern? Can’t you just take your help and shove it dow-”

“Hey!” A voice cuts her off .

They both turn around to see Becca descending down the porch and walks up to the two.

“You can’t talk to MC like that” she speaks , standing close to Chelsea.

“Why? She’s not a sorority sister.”

“Enough with that bitchy soronity attitude! If you ever talk to her again like that..I’d convince Madison to kick your ass off the soronity.” She says with angry stare.

Chelsea’s expression turns into a scowl “ You can’t do that to me . And why the heck you care so much? Isn’t she your rival or something?!”

Becca stays silent for a moment before she speaks with an unruffled voice “Well what can I say? I’m possessive about my enemies …so you talk to her in that way again and see for yourself what happens to your sorry ass.” She takes MC’s hand and drags her to the party.

Becca goes straight to the bar when they step inside. She released MC’s hand and gulps down two shots.

“Easy there.” MC stops her third drink by snatching it from her.

Becca does not react until MC breaks the silence “So.. possessive about enemies huh?” She chuckles.

“Shut up.” Becca says while running her hand through her hair. “And give me that. I need it.” She takes the glass from MC’s hand and gulps down the shot.

“Need it for what?” She asks in a hushed tone while looking at her with concerned eyes.

Becca closes her eyes and sighs. MC patiently waits for her to speak again. She knew Becca had something on her mind for which she wanted the alcohol, otherwise Becca does not need anything to speak her mind.

After a few seconds ,she starts to speak “MC,I wanted to talk to you abou-”

“MC! There you are.I’ve been looking for you …” Chelsea interrupts Becca.

“I wanted to apologize to you. I’m sorry,I didn’t mean to come out that way..it wasn’t your fault. I was tensed about Manny picking up a fight because Zig and I.. well..we made out.”

“It’s okay.. really."MC gives her a reassuring smile.

"And oh Kaitlyn has been looking for you"Chelsea lightly points towards Kaitlyn.

MC looks at Becca and she nods, implying her to go after Kaitlyn.

MC walks up to Kaitlyn who seems to be drunk. Becca watches them from a distance and chuckles lightly when Kaitlyn loses her balance .

The next thing she sees is that Kaitlyn has halfway fallen on MC, who is helping her stand up. She comes close to MC’s face speaks something in MC’s ear and gives her a kiss on the cheek. Becca face burns up with anger on this and MC spots her walking out of the house in a huffy way.

To be continued….

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[phoenixx2709]

|The Lake House |Part 8|

This part is a little slow so..🤷

MC’s POV :

As soon as we get in the car,Becca starts the engine. “There’s a jacket in the back seat. It’ll get cool and breezy at night. Wear it.” she commands. I notice she had already changed into a white sweater and I’m just wearing a black t-shirt. I look for the jacket in the back . I notice there’s a paperbag in the corner of the seat. I assume it to be Becca’s clothes and I ignored it.

I struggle to wear the Denim jacket,it seems go be my size but I know it’s Becca’s and she is slightly skinnier than me. She notices me,my hand stuck with the opposite armhole as I try to relieve it.

“Help me” I say with a cringe.

“Sure” she speaks while smiling with her lips pursed and accelerates the speed of the car. She’s driving too fast that my hair go all messy with the wind. I look like a complete mess and I struggled till I finally got the jacket on. She slows down the speed at normal and she’s still suppressing her grin with her lips pursed.

“You asked for my help. There you go” she smiles. Her smile melts my annoyed expression.

“You shouldn’t drive that fast” I tell her while trying to settle my hair.

“Nobody comes here ,at least not at this time.This is the old route to the town, everyone now uses the new one."she says,her eyes still locked on the road.

I remain silent throughout the drive.

She seems calm and suspiciously silent. I wonder what she needed to show me.

After a ten minute drive ,I see trees clearing up on the sideways of the road. She pulls over at the side and we get out.

She starts walking up to shrubs and bushes and I follow her. There are trees behind us and bushes in front of us and clear sky above the bushes.

"You .. wanted to show me .. this? ” I ask uncomfortably.

She huffs and starts walking past the bushes. I follow her and I next thing I see is that we are on about a three square metre land which almost looks like a cliff and below us I can see the whole city shining and dazzling like little stars and diamonds.

“Wow” I gasp.

“I know” she smiles and takes my hand.

“I hope you’re not afraid of heights”

I shake my head as I notice we are not up high and the spot was big enough to hold two cars. She draws me forward as we sit on the fresh green grass ,just two inches apart beside each other,looking at the beauty below us.

“This is so beautiful” I whisper, mesmerized by the beauty.

“Hmm..I know. I discovered this spot when I was sixteen"she tells me calmly.

"What drove you to this?” I ask.

I look at her when she doesn’t reply back. She seems lost in deep thought and we sit there for a few minutes,just enjoying what we had Infront of us.. clear skies and lights beneath us. It all seemed magical. I sigh , admiring the view when she starts to speak “I found this spot when me,my sister and my dad went hiking on the nearby hill..”

I look at her and she continues, “Whenever mom and dad used to have a fight, me and my sister used to come up here. We got frustrated with their fights . Yes,they fought even though we were on holiday. It was like our rescue spot. It’s so silent and deserted. We just sat here for hours ,not talking or speaking anything..but just silently admiring this view..” she smiles weakly.

“After a while,Bethany stopped coming up here when our parents got divorced.

But I never left this behind.It became my private spot .It made me feel like I’m away from the whole world..and my problems. The city and it’s matters looks so petite from up here… that’s what makes it special for me”

She looks at me and puts her hand on mine “That’s why I wanted to bring you here. ” She smiles at me. And I notice she’s never looked so beautiful with only moonlight dancing off her face… suddenly she seemed more magical than the scenery beneath me.

I can’t help but stare deep into her beautiful eyes … until I finally muster my courage to speak despite my loss of words.

“Oh so does that mean I’m special to you?” I ask with a slight laugh.

She draws back her hand and holds her knees close to her chest.

Shit. Did I just mock her and ruin the moment?? I’m an ass.

I feel relieved when she starts to speak but with anger in her voice “I convinced my father to hand over the lake house to us for a few days. I wanted to spend time with you but I invited all your weird friends to it because I knew how much they mean to you. I rolled under the bed to keep us clear from your stupid friends and I controlled my rage no matter how much I wanted to attack Kaitlyn at the moment. And now you’re sitting in my favourite spot in the world which reads the sign ’Only Becca’ on it. And now you’re asking me if you’re special to me? I think you should get your ass to answer that one.” she fires at me with an annoyed look.

I stare at her with an open mouth, still taking it in all what she just said. I see her face becoming red, and I can’t figure out if it’s with anger or because of what she just confessed.

I notice I have a huge dorky grin my face. I try to collect my emotions and fumble “Becca… I-I…didn’t…. mean to-”

I didn’t get a chance to finish as Becca cuts me of , pressing her lips to mine .. kissing me quickly and deeply. Her one hand cup the side of my face while the other dig into my hair. I stand on my knees and place my hand below her chin, slightly pulling her face up through my thumb to get a better kiss while her tongue demands access into my mouth and I allow it, groaning into her mouth. She breaks the kiss, grasping for air. I continue to kiss her jawline and her neck.

“Admit it.” She whispers , holding my face close to her. I kiss her again and she speaks in between our kiss “that.. you can’t.. resist” she moans into my mouth. I’m surprised she’s still holding on to that..

I smirk and kiss her again “You’re the one who kissed me.. and now you want ..Me to admit that I can’t.. resist you?” I speak while kissing her neck and she groans.

She whispers against my ear “Admit..it” as she whimpers.She seemed in the middle of being flustered and trying to win a competition by getting a desired answer from me.

So I take her face in my hands and look in between her eyes and her lips back and forth as I speak softly “You’re ..irresistible to me..Becca.” I connect our lips once again and I feel her lips curl into a smile.

After a while,We got in to the car and she tosses me the bag which I saw earlier in the backseat.

“I told the cook to make you a sandwich..unless you got hungry."she speaks while I open the bag and find a wrapped up sandwich. "You didn’t eat anything after the hike so ..yeah” she speaks her with her eyes on the road.

After she said it,I hear my stomach growling and I notice she’s right. “Thanks Becca for… looking after me” I say with a goofy grin on my face , knowing that it makes her laugh. She laughs at me and mutters “Whatever, don’t get used to it ,Dork.”

And I giggle as I said “I won’t” while having a mouthful of a bite which makes her laugh too.She drives at a slow speed so that I can eat easily.

After I finish my food,I reach out to grab the water bottle from the backseat. Just when I was going to take a sip,Becca suddenly hits the break for a moment ,making the car jerk. The water spills over half of my face,my t- shirt and the jacket and she starts giggling. “Really Becca? You’ve got to be kidding me” I speak in an irritated tone.

She looks over at me and gasps “Oops I’m so sorry…it was an accident.” she exclaims and shoots me a sly smile.

I huff while wiping off the water from my clothes. “Oh just like the first time? When you ’accidentally’ spilt the coffee on me?”

I didn’t realize what I just said until I looked at her blush . She shoots a smile at me “Yep.Exactly like that” she speaks softly which makes me go haywire.

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We reach in no time and she parks the car in the garage which is located a few metres away from the house.I take her hand as We take a walk up to the house and I stop when we reach the huge lawn in front of the house.

“You okay?” She asks me softly.

I withdraw my hand from hers and walk close to her.

“Yeah I’m fine. I just.. feel overwhelmed ” I speak , looking down.

“It was beautiful, wasn’t it?” She says with a smile.

I look around and shrug as I say “Yeah but I found something more beautiful to look at”

“Really? What?” She asks

I look in her eyes as I say without hesitation “You.”

She chuckles at me “That was such a cheesy pick up line”

I shrug as I say “ I wasn’t lying ”

And I wasn’t..

She smiles and kisses me , taking my face in her hands.

She breaks the kiss too soon and rests her forehead against mine as I say “Sleep in my bed tonight? Please?”

She nods and gives me a last kiss before we walk towards the house.

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To be continued…

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|The Lake House|Part 7|

MC’s POV:

Zack’s words didn’t surprise me.He was right ,I knew I felt strongly for Becca..more now than ever before. But I was startled when he said that I wasn’t subtle at hiding my feelings and I realise how those feelings tend to cloud my thinking every time I’m with her. The fact is that,what Zack just said, didn’t even define the quarter of my feelings for Becca. I felt more intensely for her than what zack just mentioned.Now that I think of it,My feelings overpower my actions completely.

Zack gives Becca and handshake and says “Good Game” to her and leaves.

And now I’m just standing here, thinking how vulnerable I get around her. I notice that she’s looking at me adoringly, but I need to get a little away from her. It’s like she has a super powerful magnetic field around her, pulling me towards her. But I try to resist it, moreover I’m trying to resist her.

I just turn away from her try to focus on bookshelf.

“Are you okay?” She asks me.

“Yep.Totally fine"I reply.

"Okay so..” she starts to say.

“So..what?” I speak with detachment in my voice.

She crosses her arms to her chest , she’s clearly annoyed..

“What are you doing?” I sense anger in her voice.

I tell her honestly “Trying to resist you”

Though I know I won’t be able to..for long.

I thought she’ll leave..but as Becca always tend to surprise me, I noticed from the corner of my eye. She’s lifting her top slowly and seductively, knowing that It turns me on. She throws her top on the bed .“Does this help?” She asks and I stay silent,still admiring the beautiful view in front of me as she gracefully starts walking towards me, making my breathing stop as she looks at me through her piercing blue eyes.

She comes close to me,our bodies just an inch apart.She takes my face in her hands, sending shivers down my body. She’s now leaning in to kiss me, and I lean in too, involuntarily.

It happens all too fast but it feels like I was witnessing it in slow motion. She swipes her tongue slowly and hotly on my lower lip which drives me crazy. I lean in to kiss her again as the thought of not kissing her becomes unbearable for me.

She backs away quickly and pats my cheek.

I’m just standing there,still as a stone, trying to analyse what just happened. She set my mouth on fire and walks away just like that. I think I invoked the Becca that I met on the first day, competitive and enjoying the torture she gave me. She puts her top back on and leaves with smirk on her face. She says over her shoulder “Good luck with your… resistance.”

“What just happened?” I ask myself.

Oh boy,I must have seen this coming. Of course she wasn’t gonna make this easy for me. But why did she had to make this turn into a competition? I think I might have to deal with this one anyway…

I wear the jacket that Kaitlyn left out for me. I go downstairs in the living room,where everyone is seated on the couches, discussing what movie they choose.

I don’t spot Zig and Chelsea in the room. I look outside the giant window by the dining table and I see them. They’re both outside,near the pier,Zig is smoking a cigarette, leaning in to a wall and Chelsea is saying something. I see Zig smirking,the same one that he gives when he’s flirting with someone.

I shake my head and return back to others.

James is busy with his nerdy glasses on and sitting Infront of his laptop on the dining table. Chris and Logan are busy chatting away about their football team.

I suddenly hear Madison excitedly claiming to see ‘The Notebook’. Zack and Abbie don’t mind but Kaitlyn keeps pleading them to watch a horror movie.

Ultimately the five of us sit down to watch the movie. Madison , Abbie and Zack sit on the couch while I and Kaitlyn to sit on the floor. It was more comfortable for me there.

I hear Madison saying “Oh Hi Becca,come have a seat. We were starting 'The Notebook’ ”.I look back to see her. She’s wearing a black mesh crop top and a keyhole tee under it with blue rip jeans.

Even though her attire was casual,I couldn’t take my eyes of her. I try to avert my eyes, not trying to attract everyone’s attention with how I look at Becca,but I couldn’t. She looked beautiful.Damn! I knew she wasn’t going to make it easy for me. She gave Madison a sweet smile and spots me . She takes a seat right beside me on my left.

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Half n’ hour has passed

I can already spot Chris and Logan dozing off on the other couch. James has gone upstairs in his room as he had to focus on his work.

I saw Zig and Chelsea going upstairs about ten minutes ago, they’re probably making out about now.

I try to sneak at Becca. She’s intently watching the movie. I thought she would hate a romantic movie, thinking it might be too cheesy. But she kind of seems to like it.

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An hour n’ a half has passed.

I see Abbie running a hand over her temples, she’s probably grown tired of the movie by now. I continue to look at her when I hear soft sobs from up behind me. I turn ny head to see if it was Becca. Obviously, it’s not.

Madison has already started to tear up while Zack tries to console her.

Becca stands up in a huff and goes into the kitchen. She brings a box of tissues with her and passes it to Madison. Madison mouths 'thank you’ to her, unable to speak from her dilemma while Kaitlyn is staring up at her awkwardly, probably wondering 'what’s there to cry about?’

I turn to see the movie . After a moment,I sit back straight when I feel Becca foot grazing slowly up my waist and then my arm. I mouth 'oh god’ unable to control my shiver which runs down my spine. Why does she do this? Doesn’t she know that her touch like this spills heat up my body?

Just then I spot a napkin curled up in a ball which she drops on the floor beside me.

I opened the crumbled napkin cautiously, trying not to get anyone’s attention to it.

It says :

“Meet me outside the house at 11PM. I want to show you something”

I wonder what she has in mind. I look up at her and nod. She smiles at me which turns into a grin on my face. We’re doing great at this secrecy thing.

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When the movie ends, Kaitlyn and Abbie are fast asleep and Zack has become drowsy.

Becca has already gone outside and told me to meet in five.

I quietly walk outside the house.

I spot Becca leaning on a blue convertible car behind her. I didn’t expect her to take me on a drive,but I’m excited to see where she takes me.

I walk up to her and comment on the car “Cool car.Looks vintage”

She chuckles as if she knew what I was going to say “I know, It’s my Dad’s.Hop in”

We get in the car and she starts the engine…

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To be continued…