Moments to remember

Everybody talks

Becky's POV

~April 16th~

I woke up sore and tired. I felt like I was asleep for ten minutes, but the blinding light that was coming through my pink curtains was telling me that it was already morning. I just wanted to stay in bed, forever. That was happening a lot lately. But unwillingly I got up; I had to take off the clothes from last night. I looked at the mirror, my mascara was smeared all over my cheeks, my hair was tousled and my clothes were wrinkled, like someone played football with them. Pathetic. I just dropped them on the floor, opened my closet and sat in front of it. This was my problem every morning. What to wear? I just sat and stared at folded clothes. First thing, shorts - denim, sports, floral print, normal, high waist. Then skirts, arranged in the same manner. Fabric, prints, cut. Everything was arranged perfectly, as always. But I just wasn't feeling good. There was no rush of excitement when I opened the closet door. The smell of lemon grass didn't enchant me like always. I just wanted to cry again. My mom is gone, my dad is mad at me. This is not a good time at the Aldrin mansion. Well, not for me. Eventually I took out a black skirt, it was high waist with black suspenders and a simple red cropped top. I have no idea why I even got dressed since I have no intention of leaving the room. I sat at the edge of my bed. It is a panel bed carved from white wood. On top of it I had pink sheets and baby blue pillows. I looked at how everything was arranged, the decorations. Most of which were made by my mother. The back of my bed is pressed against the wall. On the right there was my wall closet, longer than my bed, about two meters wide. It was on slide, so it wouldn't take much space. It was made from mainau birch. I remember the day when mom, dad and I went to buy it. My mom was insisting on the ellmau beech one but I just wouldn't give in. I wanted this closet and nothing was going to stop me from having it. So dad just bought both. One for my and one for the study room. That day we bought most of our furniture. Mom and dad's bed, their wardrobe, coffee table for our living room, bookcases. After great shopping we went home had lunch on our living room's floor. It was spring home makeover and all other rooms were covered in plastic since we were painting our walls. That was one of my favorite family memories. And now, five years later my mom is in rehab. Just great. Sun shined even brighter and I covered my face. It was so hot I thought I will melt so I got up and went to the window. It was on the left side of my bed. From floor to the ceiling, white two winged window decorated with beautiful pink curtains. My whole room is pretty girly. Next to the window I have a white vanity table on top of which there is my makeup, jewelry box, laptop and some stupid school stuff. Right next to it there is a huge full body length mirror. Because, let's be honest, everybody needs a mirror. The only thing that's out of place is the opposite wall, actually the corner. Next to my closet there is a black bookcase and a black coffee table on top of which there is a big screen TV, stereo, x-box, dvd. Everything that stands out of my girly girl room. Especially when you look at my bookcase and see comic books and video games. What can I do, those our my week spots. I had a lot, but I mean, a lot of phases. My walls are the perfect reflection of that. They had posters of literally everything on them. First Barbies, then Disney princesses, ponies, boy bands and then came movies and TV shows. High school musical, One tree hill, The vampire diaries, Buffy. But all of them were gone after a month or two. As I said, phases. But the things that are on my wall since we moved in are my favorite movies and fictional characters. Hair, Iron man, The Avengers (But the comic book sketch, I don't have the movie poster yet) I just looked at all that, taking in every little detail. This was my sanctuary, this is where I felt safe and right now the last thing I wanted to do was leave it, but I had to. I needed to talk to dad, I had to explain everything and I wanted to know how my mom was doing. I sat in front of my table and started removing smudged make up from my face. That was easy to fix, but my hair was a totally different story so I just pulled it up into a messy bun. I got out of my room, passed next to two doors at stop in front of an old door. Mahogany with carved flowers and scratches next to the doorknob. That's my fault, one time I got so mad so I locked myself inside, after a while I got tired and fell asleep on the sofa. My parents got so scared because they thought something happened to me since I wasn't answering them. My dad went all macho, got a crowbar and stormed into the room. We still haven't fixed it, till this day today that doors won't close all the way through and it can't lock. I took a deep breath and knocked. "Enter." I heard my dad's voice. I got in and took a look around the study room. I saw dad's piano and remembered all the great time we had singing and now I was here so he can yell at me. Well he will probably. He was on the phone so he just pointed with his hand to the chair and turned back to the window still taking. I felt nervous and nauseous like I was at a job interview and my boss was just about to tell me that I didn't get it.
"Yes, Gary. I believe that you could do it. It is just for a couple of months. The wheels are already in motion all you have to do is watch over it. Yes, be free to call if anything goes wrong. Okay. Good. Thank you. Goodbye."
He hung up and turned back to me. "Becky.." I didn't even let him continue I just started talking as fast as I could, explaining every little detail that happened. I was going on like crazy for ten minutes and then he raised his hand and I stopped. I looked at him trying very hard not to cry again.
"Your mother already explained everything." He said at last.
"Oh, okay." I said and there was silence for couple of seconds.
"She is fine. She said she is going to call today when she wakes up so don't worry. And don't ever, but I mean ever keep a secret like this from me, got it?"
"Yes dad. Don't worry, I won't." It was really hard not to cry but I managed somehow. My dad just sighed and hugged me.
"Everything is going to be fine. Since Kate won't be here for a while I am staying here. I am not going back to Milan. So we are going to spend the whole summer together. What do you say about that?"
"That sounds great dad." I said with a big smile.
"Good. Now go on. Have fun. It's a great day. And I still have some business to finish here. I will see you at lunch. Okay?"
"Okie dokie." I got out and started breathing normally again. Thank god that wasn't so bad. I was sure he was going to punish me or at least yell at me. But instead I got a free day and a fulltime dad. It can't be better than this. I got to my room and started looking for my wallet and phone. Dad was right, it's a great day and it would be a waste to spend it inside. I got my phone and saw that I have a new text message and it was from Logan. Good morning. Well maybe I was wrong once again, it can be better. I ran down the stairs yelling "I'm going out." And once again headed to the Wales street.

As soon as I saw Logan my face lit up. He is so handsome and kind, but the most important thing is he is my boyfriend.
"Good morning." I said and sat next to him.
"Becky.." He looked at me surprised. "You know, you could have just texted that."
"I thought this would be a lot better."
"Well you are right there." He gave me a big smile and once again I felt like I was going to melt. "So how are you?"
I frowned a little, I didn't want to get Logan in all this rehab mess, but I didn't want to keep any secrets from him so I took a deep breath and told him everything.
"Oh God, are you okay?" he took my hand and looked me deep in the eyes.
"Yes, yes. I'm fine now. I know it's better like this for everyone, but I just don't feel good about it."
Logan just wrapped his hand around my shoulder and that was exactly what I needed. "Don't you worry. I am sure everything is going to be okay."
"It is." I said to him with a huge smile and then gave him a quick peck. "It is now."
"Finally." I heard Mike saying when he saw us. I smiled to him and them snuggled next to Logan. Oh God, I need to call Dee Dee and tell her everything. And then I will have to listen to hers "I knew it was a date." All day long. But oh well. What are gonna do?
After an hour of listening to Logan playing I was headed to Dee Dee's house. I tried calling her, but she wasn't answering so I thought why not just drop by. If she's not at home then she's probably at Spence's or the park. Not that many options. I will find her quickly.

I saw a big cream mansion and opened the gates. I went through the garden; it was as beautiful as always. I knocked and Valentina opened the door. "Becky, cariño. Nice to see you."
"Hey Valentina. Sorry to come unannounced, but is Dee Dee there?"
"Yeah, she's up in her room. You just go ahead." She said and moved away from the door.
"Thanks." I like Valentina, she is the more spicy version of Carla. I got up the stairs and headed towards Dee Dee's room. You can spot it immediately; it doesn't fit in with the rest of place. Everything is metallic and in minimalistic style and then you see Dee Dee's door decorated with flower stickers and peace signs. Yup, totally normal.
"What's up bitch?" I said and entered the room. Dee Dee was mildly shocked. She was in long denim glared pants and a crop top with floral print. One of these days I have to tell her that those pants are not coming back in style. Ever. That stuff belongs in the 70's and it is supposed to stay there. She was watering one of her plants when she saw me. "What are you doing here? I mean why didn't you call."
"I did. Numerous of times but you never picked up." I said and closed the door.
"The sound must be off on that stupid thing. I don't even know where it is, maybe its battery is dead."
"You really need a new phone."
"No I don't. The one I have serves the purpose, so that's enough for me."
"Well apparently not since you didn't get any of my calls."
"Okay now, but usually.."
"Oh enough with your stupid phone." I said and threw myself on her bed. "It's time to talk about my new boyfriend."
Dee Dee looked at me with a smile "Whaat?"
"Yup. You heard right. I got a boyfriend biatch." I said and jumped of the bed, falling to the floor.
"And did you get this boyfriend on a non-date yesterday?" She asked with a grin.
"Oh shut up. Yeah yeah we got that. You were right I was wrong, can we just get pass all that and move on how a great kisser he is."
After my detailed story and Dee Dee's disgust over stuff She doesn't need to know. Which is absolutely crazy. Your best friend has the right to know what kind of kisser her best friend's boyfriend is and how gentle and sweet she is. That's absolutely normal. I was still laying on the floor looking at Dee Dees ceiling.
"I never tell you what Spence and I do." She said taking a bite of fruit salad.
"Why don't you? I would like to know how stuff are with you." I said and raised a hand above my head, looking at my red nails. I should really furbish them.
"Because it's private. We like our privacy." She said taking another bite.
"Boooring."
Dee Dee rolled her eyes. "So, when can I meet him?"
"I'm sorry. What?" I said getting up.
"When can I meet Logan?" She asked excited.
"You can't soo that means never." I started packing mu stuff.
"Why can't I meet him? Oh come on, it will be fun. He's at Wales street, right? Let's go right now." She dropped her salad, took her stone age phone and headed out of her room down the stairs.
"Wait wait Dee Dee, we are not going. No, no, no." I said running after her.
"Why not?" She asked marching through the garden.
"Because.." I had no idea what to say. "He is busy." Dee Dee just turned around and raised an eyebrow. "We are going. And the day is beautiful so we could use a walk."
I am 60 % sure that this will turn out to be a disaster. Logan knows about my life at school and everything, but with him I don't have to be like that. Loud, controlling, a little bit mean. But for 3 years Dee Dee only knew me like that. A girl who sleeps with everyone and a girl who punches people at the cafeteria. I know Dee Dee and I've gotten close in the last weeks, but still. Three years versus couple of weeks. That's nothing. I really hope she won't say something wrong to make Logan dislike me. Okay Becky, have faith, have faith. She is your friend, she is not going to embarrass you.
"Come on hurry up. I'm dying to see this guy that is making you crazy." Dee Dee said and grabbed my hand. Oh dear lord help us all.