There was no sign of Freen that next day, but Becky watched anyway. Her blinds were still open and there was a jacket on the back of the floral print chair. The record player was bare, and Freen didn't look to be home.
Becky went to work, and thought about Freen a lot instead of paying attention to those rare customers who were rude. She'd worked six hours before her boss requested she go home for the day, because she'd "done enough".
Becky didn't know what "too much" actually was, but she obliged anyway and went home.
She let her hair down and shook it out and put a record on, and then went to check if Freen was home yet. She wasn't, but there was a paper plane.
I do really like your hair, Becky Armstrong.
Becky was only in her apartment for an additional five minutes to finding the note when there was a knock at her door, and she wondered if it was maybe a surprise visit from her sister, or maybe that a neighbor had received her mail by accident and would invite themselves inside to share exciting stories.
Becky opened the door and stopped breathing.
Her skin wasn't porcelain, and had faint lines of impurities from where she'd been smiling too much. Her skin tone was lighter and she had faint bags under her eyes, barely there. Her lips were full and smooth and her long brunette hair was beautifully messy. She was taller than Becky, but not by much. Her eyes were wide.
And they were, in fact, chocolate brown.
She said, "Becky Armstrong."
And Becky said, "I like your hair."
Freen took the last step from the hallway and in to Becky's apartment, and then her hands were on Becky's waist and Becky's were in her messy hair and the door was still open and they were kissing.
And Becky was definitely in love.
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Falling In Love With You
FanfictionBecky decided to leave her life in the UK and move to Seoul in search for something new in her life. Moving to her first apartment and meeting her mysterious neighbor, she thinks she might be falling in love. And she doesn't even realize it until it...
