The two girls walk down from the roof using the same fire escape.
They got to the bottom and noticed that their car was gone. Well, no. That's not true. The car was there, the wheels were all gone.
Freen slowly walked towards the car, took a deep breath, and screamed as loud as she could.
"FUCK"
Becky could only agree in silence.
Freen walked back towards Nova.
"How are we going to get home?"
"Can't you call your dad? or get one of your chauffeur's to pick you up."
Freen laughed irritatedly. "That's really how you see me? Just some rich girl? If my dad finds out about this, I'm dead."
That shocked Becky. "uh. um you know what, we can catch a bus. I have my bus card, I can pay for you too."
They start walking towards the street, looking for a bus stop. Freen sighed. "My dad's not really in my life. Neither is my mom. They work most of the time, so even when they're home, I can barely talk to them. My dad is really strict. If he finds out about the car," Freen sighs. "I don't even know what he'll do. I'm scared to find out to be honest."
"I- I had no idea. I really thought you had the easiest life."
"Those chauffeurs and servants you make fun of me for are bigger parental figures than my real parents."
"Shit."
"So what about you?"
Becky looks over to Freen. "What about me?"
"You don't live with your parents. That's unusual. Tell me about it."
"Uhhh, well basically, my parents kicked me out. They found out I didn't want to be a lawyer or engineer and they decided I wasn't worth enough to be their kid. Typical Indian parents, I know."
*A/N: let me just make her brown💀*
"Oh the not wanting to be a engineer/ lawyer part?"
"Yep. I know brown parents are strict but damn I think my parents are more than just strict. I mean I was a kid when they kicked me out. I was in middle school. I don't know what I would've done if Jennie didn't get her cousin to rent out the trailer for me."
"So you pay rent all on your own?"
"rent, food, electricity, water, all of it is from the show."
"oh. I really feel like an asshole now. I tried to take all of your roles."
Freen laughed. "yeah well you wouldn't be the Milani I know and love if you didn't do that."
Freen stopped walking and looked over to Becky.
Becky looked back.
"Becky?"
Becky just grinned and grabbed Freen's hand.
"Come on we're going to miss our bus."
The two girls ran to their bus stop just in time for their bus to arrive. Becky paid for both of them and they sat down in the back. The bus was completely empty and dark, except for the lights from the stop buttons.
"You nervous for dating soon?" Becky asks once they settle down.
"Yes!! I mean everything is going to change after Monday. Oh, speaking of which, can I actually stay at your place? I think my dad's home from his business trip and I don't really want to face him right now. Plus- "
"Yeah." Becky hesitantly reaches out for Freen's hand. Calling her a nervous mess was an understatement. She holds Freen's hand and the other girl holds it back instantly.
"You can stay over at mine. I don't mind. Really."
Freen smiles, though deep down she's screaming. Becky is holDING HER HAND????
They sat on the bus silently, holding hands, with small smiles on their faces.
They get to Becky's trailer and step inside quietly, both exhausted from the long and emotionally demanding day they had.
They take off their shoes and go to Becky's bedroom. Becky crawls into bed and watches Freen hesitate, before going towards the living room.
"Where you goin?"
"Uh I'm going to sleep on the couch?"
"Freen that couch is the least comfortable thing you can lay on, trust me I've regretted sleeping on the couch more times than I remember being satisfied with it."
"So, where do I sleep?"
Becky slowly looked to the space beside her on the bed.
Freen hesitated. "I don't know if I should..."
"Freen. We're tired. We're going to fake date. Stop arguing and let me sleep." Becky deadpanned.
Freen gave up and sluggishly walked towards the bed and crawled in. She got comfortable and started to let sleep win the fight.
The last thing Freen remembers in Becky snuggling into her and thinking,
Who knew Becky was a little spoon?
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Just an Act (freenbecky)
Teen FictionBecky Armstrong has been acting since she was 11, and ever since her acting career started, she's been in intense competition with Freen Sarocha; the spoiled rich girl who gets every tv role Becky works her ass off for. Becky works hard to avoid tal...
