Chapter 188

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Juliette was all but having to carry Becky to rehearsal, and she wasn't sure why... There weren't any illnesses going around, she'd seemed fine in the morning... Maybe she was just tired. Either way, she was having to carry her, and she needed Becky to come to now.

Time to talk at you until you have the energy to do this bullshit... I'm sure it's gonna take a lot outta you.

"It's hard to believe that this is the only thing we've got going on anymore." Juliette sighed, earning her a soft chuckle from Becky, who nudged her slightly, giving her an exhausted sort of smile.

"Aside from school." She rolled her eyes at that, pushing her back.

Yeah, obviously she knew that they still had school, she wasn't a goddamn idiot, she knew that shit.

"Right, but that was factored in." Juliette said, which earned her a shrug from Becky, who leaned more into her as they continued to make their way towards the theater.

"Didn't say it." Was she having to say obvious things now? She really thought that she was the only one who required things like that to understand what the hell was going on around her, but maybe she wasn't alone in it.

"Didn't have to." Becky yawned as they leaned against a wall, and Juliette reached over to stroke a hand through her hair... Was she feeling alright? "You okay?" Becky nodded.

Okay, cool... I do not believe you.

"Tired as hell... Carly kept me up last night." Juliette grimaced, raising an eyebrow... She couldn't help the involuntary question that came out of her next.

"Oh?" Becky lifted her head, rolling her eyes.

Well excuse the hell out of me, my bad.

"Nothing like that." Becky's smirk gave her away, and it made Juliette wish that she'd never tried to understand body language. "Okay, a little of that, but if anything, I'm the one who tired her out with that." She said, making Juliette grimace as she shook her head.

She knew that Becky was the more dominant one in that relationship, but she didn't ever need to be reminded of it, it just made her skin crawl.

"Okay, ew." She cleared her throat, nudging her lightly... If Becky and Carly were having problems, she wanted to make sure that she was being a good friend - if Becky needed someone to talk to, she could be that someone for her. "Wanna talk about it?" She asked, and Becky shrugged.

Okay...

"She was just having me run lines." That made a lot more sense. She was pretty sure she would've heard about any issues that were being had during English class that day, and Carly seemed happy as hell.

Context clues could've been used.

"Ah." She drummed her fingers on her thighs, trying to think of what she should say next. "How long?" She asked, and Becky groaned as she put her face into Juliette's shoulder for a moment, seeming tortured.

That long, huh?

"For as long as I could." Juliette raised an eyebrow... Well, didn't that sound like hell on Earth?  "She's crazy about this musical, man." She said, and Juliette nodded.  That made sense, all things considered.

"She's also crazy about you and wants you to do well." She shrugged.  "That's pretty cute." The look that she got told her that it wasn't nearly as cute as she was trying to convince Becky that it was.

My bad.

"It would be cute if she let me sleep." As if on cue from that, Carly rounded a corner, very determined as she pulled Becky off of the wall, kissing her deeply. Becky's eyes widened in surprise, but Julitte saw her relax into it a moment later.  Could've warned you... Thought the spontaneity might be part of it...  "Mmm... Hi." She sighed, sounding lovesick as she looked at Carly, who was grinning ear to ear at her girlfriend, like she was something out of modern art.
"Sorry, couldn't resist." She pulled away from Becky, clearing her throat.  "Gotta run though."  She was about halfway down the hallway before she let out a groan and turned back, jogging back over to Becky to cup her face, kissing her once more.  Ew. "One more." She mumbled against Becky's lips, and Juliette heard her chuckle as she eased Carly back, her face beet red.

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