Dreamcatcher (FreenBecky)

Chapter 4: The fair

The sun had barely risen above the horizon, and Freen had already opened her eyes, looking somewhere in front of her. She watches for another twenty minutes as the rays of the sun begin to slip into her room.

Her head is empty. It's empty, and only some faint aftertaste remains from last night. The girl continues to lie on her stomach and look out the huge window to the floor, which is not even curtained, and continues to slowly scroll through the pictures of last night in her head.

She would like to say that she barely remembers how she got to the room, but, alas, she remembers everything. She remembers how she dozed off on the brown-haired girl's shoulder, because then she wanted it more than ever. She wanted this all six years, to feel at home and safe again next to the one who once gave her this feeling. She remembers how Becca's careful hands held her sleepy body, pressing her tighter to her own, not letting her fall. She remembers how the girl took her all the way to the door of the room, even helping her open the door, but Becca did not act further and, probably, this was the right decision.

Freen also remembers how her body, even in this state, was acutely aware of Becca's gaze on her. While Freen clumsily tried to enter the room, standing with her back to the broown-haired, she continued to look at the girl, and for some reason Freen was sure that her eyes were saddened, but what could she do? She couldn't do anything because she wasn't ready. Neither do anything nor say anything. She only mentally asks Becca to wait and, probably, she doesn't know, but Becca will always wait and, probably, let Freen take her time...

Tormenting herself a little more with thoughts about the brown-haired girl, Freen lazily rolls over onto her back and looks at the snow-white ceiling for exactly a minute, listening to the external sounds of morning Miami coming from the open window, and then begins to get up, heading to the shower. She needs to get herself in order.

The girl gets out of bed and walks across the room to the table on which the phone lies. Without picking it up, she presses the lock button and looks at the time on the display from top to bottom. Seven in the morning.

"Crap!" the girl sighs and, locking the phone again, heads to the bathroom.

"Fuck!" a familiar voice is heard from the depths of the room.

Becca immediately opens her sleepy eyes when she hears someone "quietly" enters the room, most likely it's Billy, who clearly bumped into something at the entrance. Someone had fun that night.

Out of the corner of her ear, Becca hears rustling noises as he probably trudges straight to the bathroom. The shower in the bathroom turns on, and the girl realizes that she will not fall asleep.

She sighs and closes her eyes, beginning to snore into her pillow. The last thing she wants to think about now is Freen, but her brain has no choice but to mentally rape her with just this. Becca lets out another desperate sigh and becomes lost in her thoughts, until fifteen minutes have passed and Billy emerges from the bathroom.

"Honey, are you awake already?" he asks, starting to rummage through his luggage in search of fresh clothes.

"Not anymore" the brown-haired mutters sleepily into the pillow, still not opening her eyes.

"Are you feeling well?" the guy asks again, putting on shorts and a T-shirt.

"It sucks, to be honest" the girl drawls and, sighing, throws a pillow over her head, hiding from the morning sun.

"Maybe I should give you a pill?" Billy looks at his friend with concern and plops down next to her on the bed.

"It's not physically bad, Billy" she mutters indistinctly into the mattress.