Walk A Mile [FreenBecky]

Chapter 13

Freen woke up without the presence of Becky the next morning. Groggily, she felt around for her and missed her warm body. She rolled over - right off of the couch she'd unfortunately been sleeping on all night. She was disoriented and obviously not used to sleeping on the slim width of her couch. Becky appeared right when Freen was in the process of leaning up off of the floor.

"Good morning," she said, taking in the adorable view of Freen in the morning. Her hair was messy and tousled and her eyes were all squinty. Becky was endeared with her.

Freen rubbed at her eyes and heaved a great sigh as she steadied herself on the floor. She looked up at Becky, who was towering over her with a steaming hot cup of coffee in her hands. "Good morning," she yawned. "You made coffee?"

"No, my dad did," Becky answered softly. It was apparent to Freen that she'd just woken up as well - her voice was still husky and low.

"Oh," Freen nodded. "What time is it?"

"I don't know, like seven..." Becky guessed, because she'd seen her dad dressed and ready to leave. He always left around seven to go out into the work field-but she assumed he was searching for employment now. She then lowered herself onto the couch. Freen yawned again and rested her sleepy head on Becky's knee. "Did you fall off of the couch?"

"Yeah," Freen nodded insignificantly, earning herself a raspy giggle from above.

"It's okay. I did too," Becky admitted with the knowledge that she wasn't the only one. Fortunately, she didn't wake her up with the loud thud.

"You don't have an excuse, though. You used to sleep here for the first week and a half," Freen called her out.

"But lately, I've been sleeping with you in your bed. So I forgot what sleeping there was like," Becky countered with a defiant smile, still holding her coffee with both hands.

"Yeah, I know. It's great," Freen smiled up at Becky. "We should've slept there last night."

"Probably," Becky seconded and cautiously lifted her mug to her lips. After sipping it once, she set it back down and glanced at the window. "Hey, you know what we should do?"

"What?" Freen entertained her question briefly.

"We should go outside so we can watch the sunrise-if we're not too late," Becky suggested with a hopeful smile, still holding her mug with childish grace.

"I think that's a great idea," Freen beamed at the thought of it.

"Come on, before we miss it," Becky coaxed her and set her half-full cup of coffee down on the table and held her hand out to Freen, who gladly took it to hoist herself up.

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"I really love watching sunrises and sunsets and stuff," Becky commented blithely, letting out a content breath of relaxation. She was sitting in the middle of Freen's driveway with the older girl by her side.

"I don't wake up early enough," Freen shrugged. "But it's nice whenever I do."

"When you can, you should. It's so quiet and peaceful outside in the mornings. It's beautiful," Becky said wistfully, looking up at the illusion of pink clouds. Due to her sleepy haze, Freen really wasn't paying her words any mind. She was just enthralled with watching her speak. She was much more focused on her features than what she was saying, but that was a recurring practice.

"You're beautiful," Freen replied lamely, still finding Becky more interesting to stare at than the rising sun overhead.

"Wow," Becky laughed, but didn't dismiss her compliment. "It's too early for this," she said in regards to the butterflies she was eliciting. It was a lovely thing to be feeling first thing in the morning.