Fake Girlfriend (A Behzinga Fanfic/AU)(unfinished)

SEVENTEEN

"Rebecca," I heard a whisper and groaned, still tired from the night before. "Rebecca, dear, get up."

"Leave me alone," I muttered into my pillow. The voice was feminine, but it wasn't Lisa like I was expecting.

When my pillow moved, though, I furrowed my eyebrows. My eyes slowly opened, and widened when I saw the position I was in.

Ethan was still sound asleep, sprawled out on the bed with his arm loosely wrapped around me. My head rested on his chest, and his face was buried in a pillow.

I turned and met eyes with Meghan, who held a finger up to her lips and motioned for me to come with her.

I sighed, slowly prying myself away from Ethan to avoid waking him up before standing to my feet. I put on a cardigan and followed Meghan out of the room, down the stairs and out onto the patio. It was still dark outside, so I assumed it was around 2 or 3 in the morning.

"So," She pulled out her pack of cigarettes and lit one, offering the box to me. I declined, so she shrugged. "They've got a stripper for the bachelor party for your father."

I cringed. "He's like, forty years old. I really didn't need to know that."

"I want to do something like that for Lisa," She blew a plume of smoke into the air. "You're young, so I figured you'd be able to help with that."

"Oh, uh," I sighed. "Like a male stripper? I don't think she'd like that very much."

"She would," Meghan assured me. "Trust me on that. But if you have any other ideas I'm open to suggestions."

"Fine, fine. I'll see if I can find someone."

"Thanks," She frowned at me as she leaned against the wall. "She talks about you a lot. She really just wants your approval."

I bit my lip and shrugged. "We'll see."

"Seriously?" She scoffed. "After everything, you still won't try to love her like a mo—"

"Don't," I pointed a finger at her, practically hissing my next words. "Don't you dare finish that sentence. You don't know shit about me or my life, and I sure as hell won't let you tell me who to love."

"I know more than you think," She spat. "Lisa is my best friend, and I get that you're still mourning your mother's death, but it's time to move on. Lisa loves you like a daughter, Rebecca, the least you can do is—"

"Just, stop, okay?! I'll love her when I'm ready to, but until then just leave me alone, Meghan."

"It's been ten years," She stated. She opened her mouth to continue, but the sliding glass door opened and a large figure stepped outside. Even in the dark, I recognized him immediately.

"Everything alright out here?" Ethan asked quietly, looking between the two of us.

"Yes, everything's fine," I smiled a fake smile at him, speaking through gritted teeth. "We were just talking about the bachelorette party. I'm off to bed, though."

I went to walk past him, but he rested a hand on my shoulder. "Why don't we go for a walk on the beach, Princess?"

I shrugged his hand off my shoulder. "I'm tired, babe, but go ahead without me."

"You should listen to him," Meghan said flatly. "He may be the last person to love you, with how you've been acting."

"Hey," Ethan stood up straighter. "How she acts shouldn't be any of your business. Even so, I sure hope I'm the last one."

I blushed, not sure if he realized how romantic what he said actually was. He was a very good actor, I'll give him that.

Meghan seemed speechless at that, so Ethan grabbed my hand and pulled me away, out towards the beach and out of eyesight before letting go and shoving his hands into his pockets.