Don't want to love you

Chapter 18

Day 3

Today, Freen invited Becky to have dinner at a restaurant that was kind of special for her. When the girls woke up, it was already lunchtime, because they were sitting up late at night in an embrace watching The Vampire Diaries. Although, they also argued most of the time about who was the better of the two brothers. The brunette preferred a good guy, Stefan. While the younger one was on the side of the bad one, Damon. However, they agreed on one thing: Stefan and Elena were the perfect couple.

Going back to today, after the girls woke up, they ate brunch. But it was more likely a snack, because the table in the restaurant is booked for five o'clock in the evening, which means they have some free time, and the rest of the time they will get dressed, plus about an hour's drive. After a snack, the girls watched two episodes of the series they started and took a shower together. It's time to choose outfits.

For the brunette, it was not something so difficult, as she preferred simple casual outfits. She put several options in front of her and looked at them, hoping to pick up something special. First, she tried on a black suit that fit her perfectly. But she wanted to make Becky drool, which brought her pleasure. Then the brunette changed into a shirt that was slightly larger than her size, and she deliberately unbuttoned the top two buttons, thereby exposing her collarbones. She threw a black jacket over it, slightly lowering it from her shoulders. And finally, what makes this outfit special is the skirt. The skirt was black and of medium length. Looking at herself in the mirror, Freen smirked self-confidently, knowing that Becky would not resist taking off all the brunette's clothes. With a satisfied grin, she went to apply light makeup and wind up her hair.

On the other hand, it was hard for Becky to make a choice. She loved to dress up and she has a huge variety of styles. After taking a look at a bunch of options that were lying on the bed, the pink-haired woman sighed dejectedly and began to measure each one. After what seemed like an eternity, there were two dresses in front of her: white and burgundy. What was white was so delicate and elegant, as if speaking of all the purity of Becky's soul. But the burgundy was the personification of sexuality, which the youngest certainly possessed. Thinking about it, the girl still settled on the second option, knowing what kind of influence she could have on Freen. Besides, she was sure that the brunette also intended to seduce her. Becky winked at herself in the mirror and complemented her outfit with matching makeup.

When Becky was done with her makeup, she went down to the living room, where Freen was already waiting for her, sitting on the sofa. They silently looked at each other from top to bottom and each had such a look, as if one was undressing a friend. After looking into each other's eyes, they both swallowed and said in unison.

"Babe, you look perfect."

They grinned at their synchronicity and, interlacing their hands, headed for the car.

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They entered the restaurant with their hands intertwined when Becky suddenly put her hand on the brunette's waist and hugged her tightly. Freen looked questioningly at the youngest, whose gaze was directed towards the nearest table, at which the delivery guy with the mushroom hairstyle was sitting. He looked first at the brunette, then at the pink-haired one, after which he smiled broadly at the first and approached them. But when he opened his mouth to say something, Becky started walking and dragged the older one with her. Freen grinned and followed her girlfriend.

However, this guy wasn't going to back down without getting what he wanted. He followed the girls and when he was close enough, turned on the camera on his phone, bringing it closer to the brunette's skirt. A smile spread across his face, similar to the smile of a psychopath when he almost managed to take a picture. At that moment, he felt the phone fly out of his hands, and the pink-haired woman was holding him by the collar. She looked straight into his eyes, which made him goosebumps. There was so much anger in her gaze, and her light brown eyes, up to that moment, turned almost black. The guy squeezed his eyes shut, ready to strike, but felt that he was roughly thrown away, from which he hit the floor. Rubbing his bruised butt, he looked at the two receding figures of the girls who were walking, holding each other by the waist.

The girls spent the rest of the evening at dinner, forgetting about the situation that had happened, not allowing themselves to spoil their mood.

Day 4

It was a rather lazy day, in fact, the girls would have preferred to stay at home and enjoy the series and each other's hugs, but not wanting to waste time, Freen offered to draw. There were two canvases and a lot of paints in the house. The brunette changed into simple clothes she didn't need and told Becky to do the same, because she had something in mind.

They entered the spare room, put on aprons and began to draw. The brunette turned her canvas to draw Becky, giving her this drawing later. The younger one pouted and turned away in response, but Freen could still catch a glimpse of what the other girl was trying to draw. She is touched by watching Becky draw with concentration, as if it would be a million-dollar masterpiece, although in fact there is only a crooked house, two people depicted with sticks holding hands. Freen's canvas already has the outline and outline of the pink-haired woman's face. She glances at the younger one, and then, sticking out her tongue, makes new sketches. After some time, when the brunette finished her drawing, she hid it, making sure that Becky would not find it. Returning to her seat, Freen carelessly drew two little men, a house, a dog and a little girl. She pretended to be proud of it and decided to carry out her insidious venture. 

The brunette splashed paint on the pink-haired woman's apron, making an innocent face, as if it was an accident. The younger one glared at the brunette and splashed paint on her in response. Freen tragically raised her hand to the spot where the paint had hit, as if it hurt, to which Becky rolled her eyes. The brunette made her move again and triumphantly showed her tongue, running away from her own girlfriend. The pink-haired one grinned and caught up with the older one in a matter of seconds, considering that sports was not Freen's strong point. She deftly grabbed the brunette by the wrist and pulled her to herself, burying her nose in the neck, knowing that this is the girl's weak point.

"Aren't you having so much fun already?" Becky said in a hoarse voice. The brunette pulled away from the grip while her face was red with embarrassment.

"Becca!" Freen exclaimed and, pouting, went to their room, making the younger girl giggle.