No lie, this hurt me to have MC say this, but I was really disappointed in the way Bex was acting. I’m glad MC stood up to her. I hope telling her there’s no future together, if she keeps acting like this, will be a reality check for her. My heart is breaking. Ugh. I need cuddles!
Hey all, I thought I’d do a short little fic about the post drama after this weeks episode. Becca’s perspective. I suck with titles but this is what I sorta imagine going through Becca’s head. Feedback pls pls pls 🤘🏻
Her words didn’t hit me fully until she actually walked away. She can’t be with someone that acts like this. Well, what did she expect, I’m Becca.
You have to shape up, work on being kinder and more giving. Why does she care so much about trying to change me?
We’re not even together. No one has tried to change me before. Does she see potential in me that I can’t see myself?
Does she love me? If she does, and this is why she wants to change me and help me grow. Have I not ever been loved before?
All these thoughts are running through my head as I run after her, chasing her back to our house.
She’s not allowed to leave me.
I get to the front door just as it’s being slammed in my face. How childish. I couldn’t roll my eyes any harder if I tried.
As I finally fish my key out of my bag to open the door, I shout out at the top of my lungs. “You’re being ridiculous by the way!”
At this point I don’t really care who can hear me shout. My roommates are her friends and they expect it from me. I even wonder what stories she’s told them about me over the last year or so.
I slam the door as hard as I can behind me, making a point. I can’t believe she made me chase after her in 6 inch heels.
Absolutely breathless I finally make my way to her room and let myself in without knocking. (Obviously)
“Get out!” She screamed at me.
“No.” I replied, blank expression.
Now she’s walking over to me, fists balled at her sides.
With our faces inches apart, she explodes once more, “I said, get out!”
God she’s so dramatic.
“Keep screaming, I don’t care. I’m not going to leave you.” I replied. Again, blank expression.
This is when she breaks down, tears have formed in her eyes and she’s starting to sob. I don’t know what it is but I can feel something in my chest. It hurts. All I want to do is to wrap her up in my arms and tell her it’s going to be okay, to stop crying. But I’ve been immobilised, I can’t speak or move.
“You have a hold over me.” She sobbed, her breaths jagged.
And in this moment, It’s like everything had changed. I want to be better for her. I’m willing to put her feelings before my own. I don’t know why she cares so deeply for me after everything I’ve done but I know I can’t ruin it now.
A/N: I miss Jake… I don’t know how to survive till December :-(
I don’t know if I ever told you this but, I always dream of our future. I know its lame and corny, and you’d probably expect this from someone like Cap who has his head in the clouds about his bright future but, I like thinking about our years to come outside this hell hole we’re trapped in.
“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.
Nothing but the most absolute respect for you Z. So great to see young women be empowering, authentic and true to themselves. Since we first met way back when, she’s always been this girl. A hustler and genuine. Everything this girl is and stands for is something I support. All day.
“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?”
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.
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.”