AUSTIN'S POV
When I wake up (a/n: you're the first thing that comes to mind. Becky af) I hear the sound of conversation flood my ears.
"You have to be honest with him." I hear Ari hiss to someone.
"I don't want him to know. Can't we just-"
"No!" Ari hisses, "We are not using the program on him!" She says.
"Hey! I wasn't going to mess with all of his memories, just one!" A girl says, she's sounds like Becky. Wait a minute.
(a/n: wait a minute...WAIT A MINUTE! SPPOOONNNGGGEEEBBBBOBBB!
Yeah?
Make mine a chocolate!
Gotcha' covered!..I don't even fucking know. It's like 2am when I'm writing this. Jk it's like 9pm I'm just a werido)
"Becky?" I groan. Flashbacks from last night pound mercilessly into my skull as I lift my head from my pillow.
"What's up, bub?" She asks me. I look at Ari who is staring at us smiling. Becky and I look at her impatiently.
"Oh!" She exclaims, "I'm just going to leave you guys...alone." She walks out the door.
"You said you loved me." I say as soon as Ari disappears.
"Fuck, I was hoping you'd forget that." Is what she whispers to herself.
"Why would I forget that? I was drunk off my ass, but even then that was all I remembered form last night. What else happened?" I ask her. She sighs.
"Cal got mad and he left so I had to drive both of us home." She says. The word 'home' makes my heart swell, "Not home home. But, like here." She corrects herself.
"Can you get me a Tylenol?" I ask her as I hold my head.
"It's on the nightstand next to you." She laughs. Her eyes light up and my insides feel like mush.
"Oh. Right. I knew that." I mumble embarrassedly. I swallow the pills with a glass of water that waited patiently next to the Tylenol.
"Thanks." I say to her. She nods.
"So...you and Calum, huh?" I ask her.
"So...you and Ari, huh?" She counters. I sigh.
"We never even did...anything." I say to her.
"I know. Ari told me everything this morning." She says.

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Harboring Feelings >> Becstin
Fanfiction"Some people bring out the worst in you, others bring out the best, and then there are those remarkably rare, addictive ones who just bring out the most. Of everything. They make you feel so alive that you'd follow them straight into hell, just to k...