Becky woke up snuggled into Freen. She wasn't even mad - which was a weird thing to admit to herself, considering it's the last thing she would expect herself thinking.
She sluggishly checked her phone to see it was 7:30 A.M.
Ugh on a Saturday? Hell no.
Becky closed her eyes and snuggled a little closer to the warmth coming from Freen. Half asleep, she noticed a few sounds coming from outside.
Those damn raccoons. Becky thought.
She felt herself very slowly drifting off to sleep, though she didn't get to enjoy her sleep for long.
Becky woke up to the sound of a gasp. A loud, loud gasp.
Her eyes opened wide, and she panickedly looked towards the sound.
Jennie was standing at the doorway of her room, eyes wide open, mouth in a gape.
Becky sat up straight.
She felt Freen shuffle around behind her, grabbing her waist and groaning, before resting again.
"Wha-l-you-" Jennie struggled to form sentences, looking back and forth at Becky's face, to Freen's arms around her best friends waist.
"I know what this looks like- just." Becky wasn't any better. She could barely speak without stuttering.
She took a deep breath and collected her thoughts. What was she supposed to say to explain this situation?
Becky sighed deeply, before opening her mouth to give her best friend an explanation.
"Let me explain. It isn't what it looks like, I promise. We're just-"
"Dating."
Freen's rough morning voice cuts off Becky, whilst sending a shiver down her spine. She turns her neck to see Freen awake, covering a yawn with her hand.
She sits up on the bed. "We're dating."
Jennie takes one last look at Becky, emphasizing her anger, before running out of the trailer.
Becky gets out of the bed and tries to run after her. "Jennie, wait!"
She hears the front door slam, so she gives up and turns around to deal with Freen, who was lying back down, scrolling on her phone.
"Freen what the fuck?"
Freen looks up and sighs. "What were you going to say? uhhh, I - um," She imitates. "We're going to start dating soon anyways, why not reveal it a bit earlier."
"That wasn't your choice to make." Becky says while angrily walking towards Freen.
The other girl stands up. "Yes it was. My reputation is gonna take a hit. A big one, and yet I'm still doing this. This whole thing isn't just about you Becky."
Becky didn't really have a response to that, so she just sighs while getting her jacket and running out the door towards Jennie's.
She had to explain herself.
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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...
