Journals [FreenBecky]

Chapter 10

"I think my face is going to fall off," Becky laughed.

The two of them were sitting on Becky's bed. It was twin sized, which forced them to be closer together. Neither of them minded that at all. Freen was leaning against the headboard and Becky was laying against Freen. Freen's arms were clasped loosely around Becky.

Freen strained to look at her, quite alarmed at her admission. When she saw her smiling, she relaxed. "Why?"

"I've been smiling all day. And now my face hurts, but I can't stop," Becky answered through her laughter.

"You're so cute," Freen shook her head and resumed her previous position. "Why have you been smiling?" she asked even though she already knew. She just wanted to hear her say it.

"You," Becky answered simply.

"Me?" Freen asked coyly as her smile returned.

"Mhm. And it's so weird because you've never noticed until I lost my journal," Becky noted. "I always used to smile because of you. Literally, all the time."

"I just thought you were happy," Freen giggled. "I'm probably the most oblivious person on earth..."

"Not the most... But you're definitely in the top three," Becky teased.

"Shut up," Freen responded playfully. "You should be nice to me, because I could easily push you off of the bed."

"Like you would though," Becky challenged.

"Try me," Freen quipped with a smirk.

"I won't," she laughed, because Becky wasn't exactly sure how to "try her". So she just dropped the conversation there.

She leaned further into Freen and much to her delight, Freen's grip on her tightened. She was being held securely by the girl of her dreams. Becky's head fit perfectly between Freen's neck and shoulder. She was so close to her now. And Freen's scent was heavenly. She was so hesitant to do anything before, but as the time passed, so did her tentativeness. Becky turned slightly and cuddled into Freen's side. Freen smiled subconsciously and trailed her fingers along her side. Becky leaned up and pressed her lips to her neck chastely. She was finally able to act on the impulses she'd always had. Now that she was uninhibited, she barely knew what to do with herself.

Becky was looking up at Freen's side profile, and she struggled to find a flaw. She looked at her few acne spots and completely disregarded it. She saw her bushy eyebrows and thought they were flawless. She thought they suited her. She even looked down at her double chin and smiled, that suited her too. Freen was so cute. She knew those were Freen's main insecurities, but she couldn't bring herself to find something wrong with any of it.

"This is perfect," Freen sighed as she continued caressing Becky's side. She'd mindlessly began drawing shapes. She stilled her hand and simply rested it on her thigh.

"Yeah," Becky nodded. "It feels so natural."

"Right?" Freen agreed. She'd cuddled with Becky before, but never so intimately like this. To her, it had always been platonic

Now, she felt a lot with the simple gesture.

Becky did too, but she was focusing on keeping her cool. She would definitely have to write about this later. She could lose her shit then. But not now. Now was too perfect to disrupt by her embarrassing fangirling ways. But she couldn't help the way she kept thinking about how their dynamic had drastically changed over the past week.

She'd gone from being basically ignored to having all of her attention. From dreaming, thinking, and wishing about kissing her to actually kissing her. Three times, to be exact. She had to hold in the squeal that was threatening to escape. It probably would involuntarily. She was so fucking happy, that was the only way she knew how to express it.