“That’s starting to get annoying” (Becca Ending)
Becca x MC (Ella)
Slightly mature, mostly angst and fluff
“Becca does make me happy!”
You hear her footsteps grow quieter as she walks away. You think you hear her murmur in response, but muffled through the wooden door, you can’t quite make it out.
You sigh, flopping back onto your bed, letting the heavy down duvet, the very same that Becca had insisted upon months ago, envelope you.
She has good taste..
You catch a glance of yourself in the wall mirror; poking around your puffy eyes, nudging your slightly asymmetrical nose, and running your fingers roughly through your tired hair. You frown.
..In bedding, anyway
Your phone screen brings your face alight with blue glow as you scroll through your old texts with Becca.
Hey Bex look at this!
You already showed me that one.
What about this one?
Mm I don’t think I’ve seen it yet, it’s cute.
Okay okay but check THIS one out
Lmao that’s actually pretty good
I’m TELLING YOU, we *ARE* Korrasami
Idk bout that but the memes are cute babe
Well if the MEMES are cute…and we ARE the memes…
Don’t make me say it
Come on… for me… <3
Fine, WE’RE cute.
YAY! I knew you were crushin’..😉
I miss her…
You hug her sweatshirt to you, desperate for her soft touch. You sniffle, reaching for a tissue, but in vain. A dark splotch forms down the sweatshirt’s front. You sigh heavily.
She would’ve hated that.
Where could she have gone?
You slip inelegantly out of your skirt, casting it to fall clumsily to the floor. She must be cold… You curl up, hugging your knees tightly to your chest.
Is this the end?
You sink face first into your pillow.
After inhaling deeply, you lift your head, and reach for the adjacent pillow. You shove yours out of the way to make space for Becca’s. You drop your head into it, reveling in the faint lingering scent of her perfume.
Lilac sea breeze..
As you dampen the pillow with tears, you slowly, albeit graciously, drift to yet another restless ‘blues-snooze’.
Later that night, you awake to your phone buzzing. You scramble for it;
Meet me at the cafe in 15
Oh no.. Is she going to break up with me? I can’t lose her, I–
A follow up text
Make that 10
You reach blindly around for your skirt
It’s not like she never tried…
You find it and lift your hips to pull it on.
She just needs some help and patience expressing her feelings and..affection sometimes.
Your phone buzzes.
Are you on your way?
Shit. You stuff crumpled tissues into your pockets and hastily wipe your nose on a sleeve.
You gaze down at the now stained and (wet?) sweatshirt.
I guess this is mine now
You head out; head held as high as you can muster, to the cafe.
Basking in the glow of the cafe, you’re surprised to find Becca dressed to the nines in a skin-tight white dress cut to her mid thigh, beautifully presenting each and every one of her perfect curves. There’s a triangular cutout in the stomach, displaying the creamy smooth skin your fingers long to touch.
You swallow what could very well be a literal rock.
Is she jumping into a date right after dumping my sorry ass?
“..Got a hot date?” you muse unenthusiastically
“You bet” She flashes a smile.
“Who’s the lucky..” you groan, eyes burning, threatening to flood “..person?”
She lowers her eyebrows “Are you serious?”
A lump wells in the back of your throat. “What?”
“It’s you, silly” she laughs “Jesus, you’re not the sharpest bobby pin in the box”
You frown “Don’t worry..” she reassures, winking teasingly “If they were all sharp, you’d prick your fingers every time you put your hair up”
You continue to stare, unable to form words.
“What?” she demands
“N-nothing” you say, rubbing her eyes “I just thought..”
She laughs “You thought..” Her eyes look you up and down, suddenly noticing the swelling around your bloodshot eyes, and her own periwinkle sweatshirt, dripping with fluids (blue-ids?). Her lips lose their elated curvature as her mouth flattens to a sighing frown.
“You thought I was going to break up with you?”
You nod, rubbing a sweater-sleeved arm under your nose. Her sweatshirt slumps loosely on you; the sleeves dangling past your fingertips.
“Oh honey…I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to put you through that, honestly” she smiles “I just wanted to surprise you”
You nod, rubbing your eyes into the sweatshirt, forcing a smile. “Well I am surprised, to say the least”
Becca grins “Good, I thought you would be” Her lips drop to a concerned frown as she checks the time on her phone “Our reservation’s in 20 minutes, I don’t think we have time to go back and change…but there’s a boutique we could hit on the way?”
You sigh, feeling for your wallet in the center pocket.
Almost empty. Great.
“Sure, the boutique sounds great” You reluctantly agree through clenched teeth.
She wraps an arm around your waist, guiding you to her car. She opens the passenger door for you, then lets herself into the driver’s seat and hurriedly takes off.
Bursting in through the boutique’s double doors, Becca drags you by the sweater-sleeve, weaving through racks of gowns and cocktail dresses. She quickly selects two beautiful dresses. One, a sexy red cocktail dress; the stretchy fabric meant to hug your curves flatteringly, and with a scoop neck to present your cleavage nicely. It would compliment Becca’s dress rather well.
The other is a classic little black dress, similar in function to the red one, albeit far less dazzling.
Becca checks each of the price tags, cringing at the cost of the red, but sighing in relief at the discounted cost of the clearance LBD.
With an eyebrow raised, she begins “I think the red one would look especially sexy on you if you’re willing to splurge…”
She trails off, evidently noticing your eyes on the floor, your arms hugging her sweatshirt comfortably to yourself, sniffling and rubbing tiredly at your reddened eyes. She continues; her tone softening as she returns the dresses to their respective racks “But I have to say, you’ve never looked as beautiful as you do right now”
You look up, meeting her stare. Becca smiles tiredly. “You know, snobby gourmet food sounds a little crummy to me right now, what do you think?”
You shake your head, giving Becca another effortful smile “No no no, what you planned sounds lovely” You reach, feigning eagerness, for the red dress “You think the red one will look hot?”
Becca shakes her head. “I’ve got a better idea” She herds you out of the boutique and back to her car, opening your door for you chivalrously.
“Where are we going?”
Becca doesn’t answer she turns on the radio, keeping her eyes on the road; one hand on the wheel, the other gently squeezing your knee. Your lips slip into an easy smile.
“What are we doing?”
Without turning her head from the road, Becca turns her eyes to you briefly, smiling “You’ll see, just wait”
A little while later, Becca pulls into a parking lot. “Here” She pulls the hood over your head “Keep this on for a bit. I’ll be right back, I promise.”
You nod and lean your head back against the headrest. Becca leaves the car running, then turns to run into the store. You close your eyes, taking in the smell of Becca’s Lilac Sea breeze perfume. ‘Over the Rainbow’ crackles over the radio and you begin to nod off…
You awake to the sound of a car door slamming.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you just yet”
Your eyes squeeze shut as you shakes her head in confusion “How long was I out?”
She walks around to the trunk to grab a few boxes “I just have to set a few things up, I’ll be right back” She blows you a quick kiss and starts to hastily hobble down what appears to be woodland path in painfully tall heels.
She returns a few minutes later. You rub your eyes fiercely, mopping up the windows condensation with your sleeve to get a better view of your surroundings. Trees?
“Hey! No snooping” Becca snaps, startling you as she opens your door “Now slip that hood on and grab my hand”
You do as told, blindfolding yourself and releasing yourself to Becca’s whim and control. “Wow, you’re trusting..” Becca comments. You shrug.
“Where are we going?”
“Ahh, so not entirely trusting” You shrug again.
She guides you, weaving through what you assume trees and failing to dodge what your frequently stubbed toes tell you must be roots.
“Alright, and you can sit down right…” she guides your hand to a what you resolve must be a blanket “here”
You cautiously set yourself down and Becca gently removes your hood, exposing your eyes the marvel before you.
You sit comfortably on a log, covered in folded blankets. A patio table, glowing entirely by candle and starlight, lies covered entirely with your favorite foods; spaghetti, mashed potatoes, chocolate covered strawberries, a carton of orange juice, and a bottle of champagne.
She really thought of everything.
White fairy lights dangle helplessly from tree branches, enclosing the clearing around you. Above your heads, you can see the sky alight with stars.
“What do you think?”
You get to your feet to lean over the table to press a soft kiss to Becca’s lips “You really outdid yourself” You place another, lingering for a moment to taste the placid sweetness you didn’t realize you’d missed “Thank you”
You sit back down, smiling “For all this” Your arms flail, wildly gesturing to the fairy lights and the food and the stars and the candles. In the excitement, you over-flail, knocking a candle over, sending it to fall anticlimactically into the mashed potatoes. It lands with a sad “Thwuck”.
She blinks at you. You blink back. You ready a breath, continuing slowly.
“I mean, you even remembered how much I love mashed potatoes!”
She shakes her head, refreshing herself “Oh! That reminds me!” Becca leaps to her feet suddenly, rifling through a box beneath the table. She pulls out a hunk of ice, a cheese grater, and two glasses.
“What’s all that for?” You grab the grater, toying with it thoughtfully between your hands.
“I thought..” she snorts “It’s actually pretty dumb thinking about it now..” She reaches out for the grater, preparing to return the supplies to the box.
You fasten your grip, evading her reach “No, tell me. None of your ideas are stupid”
“Well…I know you love snow cones” She begins “So I thought we could make…snow cone mimosas?”
Your face splits into a grin “Snow-mosas?”
The grater gripped pensively in one fist, you hold her stare ”Hand me that ice..”
Becca smirks, handing the ice over as requested.
You take it and start shaving ice furiously over a champagne flute. With a little effort and more than your fair share of luck, you manage to fill both of the glasses with shaved ice. Becca tops them off with an expert ratio of orange juice to champagne. You each take your seats and raise your glasses to each other.
“What are toasting to?” she inquires
“To spontaneous snow-mosas!” You clink your glass against her and bring it to your grinning lips. You savor the tangy-sweet bite of the liquid as it cascades over the glass’ edge, swirling it lovingly around your mouth with your tongue. “Mmm..” She laughs, following your lead, but lowers her drink to speak.
“You know, I love the toast and all, but this wasn’t actually entirely spontaneous”
“Hmm?” You look up, dabbing icy dribblets of tangy champagne from the corners of your mouth with a sleeve. She smiles, handing you a crumpled napkin from her purse. You inspect it briefly, Unused..Yes! before generously applying it to your face.
“As I was saying, this night wasn’t exactly spontaneous” She clears her throat “I’ve actually been planning it for awhile”
You look at her quizzically “But I thought you’d planned something else..?”
“Well, I’d been meaning to take you here for quite some time..” She begins, looking to the ground “But when you were upset today, I thought it best to sweep you off your feet”
“Becca..” She shakes her head, smiling.
“No, no, you were right. Frankly, I don’t understand how expressing affection comes so easily to you, for me..Well it took me hours to plan our dinner reservations out with Chris today”
“Wait, that’s what you were–” She places a finger to your lips, cutting you off.
“Please, let me finish” You nod silently, watching her intently.
“When you told me you thought I didn’t care… “ She clears her throat again, you notice her eyes glazing slightly “I thought the best way to show you otherwise was to take you out, you know, show you how proud I was to show you off..”
Your eyebrows soften; you part your lips to reassure her, but stop yourself when you realize she isn’t finished.
“..but when I saw you in the boutique, when I saw the uncertainty on your face..” She takes a long sip of snow-mosa “I realized that the only person I had to prove myself to was you”
You remain silent, letting her finish uninterrupted. A moment of silence passes, admittedly awkwardly. She stares at you expectantly, compulsively turning a ring around her finger.
“Oh! You’re finished!” You chuckle “Sorry” You take her hands in yours, gazing intently into her deep viridian eyes “From now on, you don’t have to prove anything to me” Becca squeezes your hands, smiling deeply.
“You misunderstand,” she breathes “I want to. If it’ll make you happy” You grin sheepishly, reveling in the sudden onslaught of validation.
“I mean, this all really tells me that that you listen and care about what I have to say”
She stands up, moving to sit on the log next to you. “I was hoping it might say more than that”
You lift an eyebrow, straightening out a blanket to wrap around hers and your shoulders. “What were you hoping it would say?”
She snuggles closer to you, her warmth flooding around your neck and chest. Her lips find your ear “I love you”
Your eyes widen as she nuzzles into your neck.
You chuckle “You mean like how a truck-driver loves a good pit-stop?” She withdraws suddenly, taken aback.
You grin an wrap your arm around her waist, pulling her reluctantly back to you. “I’m just teasing..I love you too”
Satisfied, she nuzzles back into your shoulder. You plant a kiss atop her head, inhaling her pleasant fragrance. The two of you slump down the log to lay on the grass; staring up at the stars, limbs entangled haphazardly together.
“Why do they call it a pit-stop, anyway?”
Becca tilts her head to press a passionate kiss to your lips. You reciprocate, pulling her close with an arm; your other hand finding the back of her head, fingers tangling messily in her hair. The kiss lingers, while the passion subsides; you gradually part and resume snuggling positions.Your eyelids begin to lull heavily, Becca’s rhythmic breathing making you drowsy…
You eyes flutter open suddenly. “Maybe they stop to wash their armpits!” Next to you, Becca huffs; her arm reaching for the back of your head. You close your eyes; leaning into her kiss..
“Wait, are you just kissing me to shut me up?!”
She shrugs. “Do you care?”
You close the distance between your lips, delicately tasting her tongue with your own as she pulls you closer.. You part briefly, gazing deep into her eyes “I love you”
She huffs again “That’s starting to get annoying..” Though she says so through a straight face, the softness in her voice betrays her. You place a soft kiss on her nose.
“Professing my love, or the sound of my voice?”
“Dealer’s choice” She smirks. She gives you one quick kiss before squirming closer to you and laying her head heavily onto your chest. You smile in spite of yourself, likely in disbelief of the series of events that transpired over the day. Staring up at the stars, you notice a shooting star pass by overhead. Your eyes widen suddenly.
“Maybe they stop IN pits?” Hearing no response, you elaborate “You know…like meteor craters?”
Without moving her head from your chest, Becca responds “I take it back”
“Hey!” You contend, your heart racing “You can’t take it back!”
“Just watch me”
Your heart thuds painfully in your chest.
Can she really take it back?!
She peers up at you with a smirk then repositions her head back into its optimal place on your chest.
You grin to yourself.
She doesn’t mean it.
“I love you”
“…I love you too”