Under Control (FreenBecky)

Chapter 8: The Little Trip

We approached the car, and I still felt the tense excitement that enveloped my entire body, the main lump concentrating in the lower abdomen. Becky was heading towards the passenger door out of habit when I interrupted her.

"Go behind the wheel" I throw her the key with a deft movement.

"Seriously?" for a second, the expression on her face is completely amazed "Oh, you seem to be overexcited, baby" at that moment, amazement gives way to a sarcastic smile. Walking past me to the driver's door, she playfully touches my forehead with her palm.

"You're on fire!" she laughs, to which I only snort offendedly, taking my place and turning to the window.

"Well, stop it, don't be angry, I'm joking" she immediately regrets her outburst, "Are you feeling okay?" She carefully takes my hand, pulling me a little towards herself, trying to look into my eyes.

My apathetic calm gives way to indignation:

"I would feel fine if it weren't for you. What the hell was that? Why did you ask him for the powder?" I am filled with anger at her, at her irresponsible behavior, realizing that two weeks have already passed and these two weeks, judging by her latest antics, I am simply banging my head against the wall.

"I didn't ask, he gave it himself. I didn't even want to take it, but when he put it in my hand, I could no longer restrain myself, you know, as if my consciousness was clouded, I just madly wanted to take it."

"What now? Do you want it now?"

"No, after your game of detective, I don't want to anymore" she smiled, a calm, warm smile, "Apparently, I received the necessary emotional charge from you. It's sad, you know, sitting at home forever for two weeks, university doesn't count."

"I can walk with you if it helps" I suddenly blurted out to myself.

She beamed, looking at me uncertainly, apparently doubting whether she had understood me correctly.

"Really? It would be wonderful!" her face lit up with a sincere happy smile, dimpling her cheeks, completely melting my heart with such a genuine reaction.

"We can right now, if you want, I can arrange a short trip for you, now it's only three, so there's plenty of time, especially since tomorrow is Sunday, we'll take a break from each other."

"I'm all for it" she was delighted at my proposal "What kind of trip is this?"

"You'll see, have a little patience. Just you need to change into something more comfortable" I looked at her outfit again, mentally leaving this Becky in my memory "And grab a swimsuit."

Sitting in the car, while the brunette was changing clothes at home, I called her father to tell him about the planned walks and at the same time ask him something. He fully approved of our outings, agreeing that staying at home all the time was not a good way to spend time for a young girl. From my car, which was parked right there in the parking lot, patiently waiting for the end of my owner's working day, I threw some things we needed today into the trunk.

Becky soon came out, dressed in a light light T-shirt, through which a bright light green swimsuit and short denim shorts were visible. By this time, I had already managed to get behind the wheel, and she, pouting her lips, headed to the passenger door, sat down, rummaged in her bag, and pulled out from there she handed me a bottle of water.

"Drink, you are clearly dehydrated."

Having opened the bottle, I looked at it questioningly, greedily taking a lick of the neck, only now realizing my thirst. "What makes you think that?"