The Number One Rule

Chapter Six

"Come in, but only if you're Y/N and not a serial killer!" Becca shouted from her couch.

Y/N let herself in and started putting her things by the front door.

"Ugh, I hate to break it to you, but I'm kinda both. Is that going to put a kink in the night?" she quipped.

Becca turned around on the couch and rested her arms on the back of it. "Ooo, I hate to tell you this friend, but I've kinda been preparing my whole life with murder documentary after murder documentary on what to expect from a murderer. So I might be one step ahead of you..."

"And I hate to tell you that I've been doing the same thing, but I've actually picked up on how to get away with murder..." Y/N sighed, plopping on the couch next to her with a huff.

"Well, may the best man win," Becca shrugged.

The two laughed at their banter and Y/N looked around the new apartment.

"Nice little place you got here for a college student," Y/N nudged her.

"Eh, I took after you and got a crap ton of scholarships to pay for most of school, so I have a little more spending money when it comes to rent."

"Smart girl," Y/N high fived her. "So what's on the itinerary tonight?"

"Well, I have a documentary on the Golden State Killer on queue. Then there's always of course baking a new recipe, a classic tradition. Then possible face mask, and my all time favorite, gossiping until we fall asleep. Where shall we start?"

"Knowing that we'll be up all night talking anyway, I want some of the gossip now please."

"Say less," Becca agreed.

The two began talking about people in highschool and from their childhood about where they were now, and what had happened to them over the years.

Who got married to who? Who hooked up with who? Who has kids now and who renounced kids? Who moved away and started a new life? Who's still in college and who's going to med school? The list went on and on.

All this talk while baking, while facemasks, and now just sitting on the couch with a glass of wine in hand and The Office playing softly in the background.

"God, I thought Suzy would be a world wide known engineer by now," Y/N sighed, resting her head on her hand as she leaned on the back cushion of the couch. "That girl was building fully functioning robots her freshman year..."

"Yeah, but I guess she likes the boutique she started up. A completely different path any of us thought for her," Becca nodded as she laid on her back with her feet in Y/N's lap. "I mean there's a small rumor that she works for some company that makes updates for echocardiogram machines, but I haven't seen her mention anything on social media."

"Interesting..." Y/N hummed, taking a sip of the sweet wine in hand.

"Hmmm, who else?" Becca pondered.

Y/N had a certain someone on her mind that she wanted to ask about, but wasn't exactly sure how to bring it up. I mean it was his sister that she was asking, but at the same time it wouldn't be weird to check in on a childhood friend, would it? Even if your reasoning is for something that it shouldn't be... Oh, screw it.

"You know someone who I haven't got an update about? I even asked him myself and he was super vague," Y/N started.

"Let me guess. My dud of a brother," Becca said with a raised eyebrow.

"He's not a dud, Beck," Y/N laughed, trying to protect him even if he wasn't there.

"You only say that because you had a crush on him in high school," she taunted. "And why you did, I could never understand."