Harboring Feelings >> Becstin

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BECKY'S POV

This can't really be my life. Just earlier today I was in school and now come to find out I have been running a gang in California.

Well, not a gang-gang. Dave might yell at me again if I call it that. This is crazy. This isn't real. This can't be real. This seems more like a sadistic plot from a deranged author. (a/n: Hey!)

"What are you thinking about?" Austin asks as he pushes aside a branch from a tree.

"I'm thinking that the forest is an excellent place to hide a body." I say.

Whmy life?

"Don't worry. I would never deliberately hurt you Becky." He stops, and turns around, "And I would give my life to protect you." He says. I smile on the outside, but on the inside I'm still wondering why I would erase my own memories of him.

What did he do to make me hate him so much I would completely shut him out of my life?

"We're almost there." He says. I look at my surroundings and I stop myself from taking any more steps.

"I know this place." I say staring at the tall trees. Austin turns around and looks at the same place I am.

"From what?" He asks.

"From one of my dreams, I think." I say carefully.

"They aren't dreams, Beck. They're memories." He says and starts walking again, after a few moments I follow.

"This is it." He smiles at me. I look up and I notice a house like building in one of the large trees.

"A clubhouse?" I ask him. He shakes his head and chuckles.

"Come on." He pulls me along. Austin skillfully scales the large tree and surprisingly, I do the same. The movements of each my muscles seem so natural for me. I jump into the wooden building, which is around the same size as a small house.

"Welcome to Base One." He says.

"Wow." I breathe out in amazement. I follow Austin around 'Base One' as he gives me a tour.

"-and finally my favorite part. Our room." He states. I look around and I see-Wait. Did he just say our room? As in his room that is also mine, as in together?

"What do you mean by the term 'our room'?" I ask him.

"We used to literally spend hours together in this room." He says casually.

I look around and my eyes trail to a wall that is etched entirely in words

"What is all this?" I ask him.

"Everything we wanted to do together. Places we wanted to go, people we wanted to meet, things we wanted to try out, food we wanted to taste." He lists, he laughs as he points to one, "Have Becky be my first kiss." He read aloud. The writing looks sloppy.

"Why is it crossed out?" I ask while I look at him.

"Because when we finish something on the wall, we cross it out." He blushes.

"No way." I say.

"Yes way." He hit my shoulder with his.

"I believe it was you who stole my first kiss." I say.

"Well, it was mine too." He admits.

"Really?" I ask him.

"Well, we were around each other for most of our young lives. I had a lot of kisses from others girl, but yours by far was the best." He says.