Prom Committee

To Kiss & Tell

Beck: it went that well that you couldn't bother to update me xD

Tara: sorry, I've been busy updating Layla

"Who was that?" Layla questioned.

"Beck," I answered. "When I left his house Saturday morning he asked me to keep him in the loop and I didn't."

"Oh, well some friend you are," she teased.

"Hey now, be nice."

"I'm honestly shocked that he cares so much. I know that you two are friends or something now, but you're not that close," she disclosed.

If only she knew how close we have been, physically lately, she would laugh at her comment. Before my date with Josh I wanted to explain everything to her, but after how well yesterday went I didn't want to ruin any good thing I had with him or her.

I shrugged my shoulders, "Who knows."

My phone began vibrating in my hand so I peered at the screen and instantly rolled my eyes. Now Beck was trying to call me, I guess texting me wasn't enough for him.

"Hey Brat," I answered the phone. Layla furrowed her eyebrows confused and leaned in closer to me.

"Hey Terror," he replied chipper.

"What do you want?"

"Details. Information. The 411. You didn't exactly respond well to my last text," he retorted.

"Oops," I smirked at Layla. She giggled at my joke and rolled her eyes. I decided to put our conversation on speaker so she could hear too.

"Soooo?" he quizzed.

I sighed, "It's a long story."

"Well I have time," he chuckled.

"No offense but I rather not spew my guts out through the phone."

"What are you saying?" he asked.

"I don't know," I pondered, "maybe we can meet up at the park and chat about it."

"Are you asking me on a date Terror?" he joked.

I rolled my eyes, and muttered, "No Brat, I'm not."

"Whatever you say, sweetheart."

Layla gawked at me wide-eyed because of what I presume was Beck's little nickname for me. I was used to him calling me that but I never recognized that she hadn't heard it. She was mouthing words at me that I couldn't read so I slapped her arm.

"Meet you there in ten?" I asked.

"Sounds like a date," he quipped.

"Nope," I hung up the phone.

"Well that was interesting," Layla bantered.

"This is how he treats me as friend."

She giggled, "He's definitely flirty with you."

"Don't even say that," I rubbed my temples.

"Calm down I'm joking," she stood up.

"Right," I fake laughed. "Are you going to come with me?"

She shrugged, "I suppose."

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We arrived at the entrance of the park after our brisk short walk there. It was a small size park with a children's playground occupying a good portion of it. Around that was wooden picnic tables and benches sitting on lengths of grass. I scanned my surroundings and found Beck sitting on a swing among the few children and their parents vacating the space. He waved at me elated as we walked over and approached him.