Love Again. (Freen And Becky)

Chapter 5

What time was it?

- Becky's pov

a sudden noise woke me up. The TV was still on. When did we fall asleep? Ugh, I can't remember anything. I look down and see Freen sleeping soundly. She was sleeping on me, wrapped arms around my waist tightly like she wasn't going to let go any sooner.

I looked over to the table stand besides the couch, and my phone was there , so I picked it up without waking freen up. I checked the time, and it was 7 am. Woah, when did we fall asleep? I was lost in my thoughts. However, someone's arms woke me up to my senses.

She was having nightmares, her body trembling, groaning, sweating, and tears streaming down her eyes. How can someone be so pretty despite crying? I patted her back, soothing her telling her it's okay. Who knows if she hears what I say or not?

I whispered in a gentle voice.

"it's gonna be okay. You're safe, my love."

As I calmed her down, I slowly got up and went to the bathroom, freshened up, and took a shower. I cooked breakfast for freen and left a note saying

"Thank you for today. Warm this up on the microwave before you eat :)"

I left the house carefully, and I had to draw a line. If I want to stop these stupid feelings of mine, it's ridiculous how I yearn her like she's my oxygen.

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Freens pov
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I jumped awake. When did i fall asleep? did I do anything weird? where did she go?

I got up and walked over to the counter and saw a plate with some eggs and bacon and some heart-shaped pancakes.

Pfft, how adorable, I smiled faintly as I saw that. Who would've thought, Becky Would do that? I read the note and took it.

I'm never throwing this away.

I ate the food she left, it tasted so delicious, it melted in my mouth. When was the last time food tasted this good?

After eating, I rushed to check my phone, hoping she texted. As I stared at my phone, someone else texted instead. It was Heng

Good Morning Darling, how are you feeling? <3

How do I even respond? I would have been giggling, jumping, and screaming from happiness at texts like these. However, I don't feel that anymore. It's getting confusing.

I didn't respond to him. Rather, I texted Becky.

Good morning Becky :> How are you xx?

I waited for her response. Hours and hours of waiting, no response. It was 6 pm, and still no response. This was starting to get on my nerves. Who is she with? what is she doing? What makes her think she can't respond to me. How dare she?

I slipped into some loose jeans and a hoodie and wore some comfy sneakers before leaving my house.

Why does she think she can get away from this?

she can't. She won't be able to.

I drove my way to her house, thinking of what I could tell her. Why is she upset? why isn't she responding. It was upsetting.

I made my way to her house and spammed the house bell. She opened the door, standing in front of my eyes.

Wet hair, short top, grayish trousers, towel around her shoulder.

Oh God. My heart, I can't stop it.

"What brings you here, Freen?"

Those words snapped me back. I glared at her and sulked