When my shift ends I am about ready to collapse and just sleep for a week straight. I never knew working at a grocery store could be so tiring, and it isn't even the endless amounts of stupid questions customers seem to always have. It's always constantly moving, if I am not restocking the shelves I am running around finding things for customers or helping with checkout or helping clean up something or other.
As I walk into the cool air I let out a deep sigh and almost start walking home when a car horn sounds from behind me. If I wasn't so exhausted I would've probably jumped in fright but I'm even too tired to be scared for my life when a car stops mere inches away from me. That's when it comes back to me that I wont be able to go home and hibernate, for some stupid reason I agreed to house Beckett for the night. Instead of getting mad at Beckett and his habit to come within inches of killing me, I simply slide into his passenger seat and lean my head against the window.
We are quiet the entire ride back to the house and even when we arrive he immediately goes to the kitchen probably to find food and I go to change out of my work uniform and put something comfortable on. I am just slipping on a pair of sweatpants when a soft knock sounds at my door.
"Come in."
Beckett's head pops in the doorway and he smiles at me. "I'm making spaghetti, do you want some?" I smile gratefully back at him and nod my head. He flashes me a thumbs up before disappearing again.
When I walk into the kitchen I half expected to find the place in ruins, but I wasn't expecting to find a nice meal, the dishes already cleaned and my favorite juice placed in front of one of the plates. The smell alone makes my stomach growl.
"Bon Appetite," Beckett smirks obviously proud of himself, as he should be. He sits at the island with the plates of spaghetti, I sit in the empty seat beside him.
"Thank you, Bucket." I smile widely at him, hoping he knows how much his kindness means to me.
"Anything for you, Belly."
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"No we are not watching The Notebook."
"Well I don't want to watch Die Hard."
"Why not? Don't be dissing Bruce Willis."
"I am not dissing Bruce Willis I am just saying that The Notebook is a better movie."
"How dare you compare that chick flick to Die Hard?"
Now in most normal situations the girl is the one who wants to watch the chick flick and the guy is the one who wants to watch the action move, but nope. Not Beckett and I. He wants to watch The Notebook and I definitely do not. We have been arguing for the past ten minutes and it doesn't look like either of us are about to give in anytime soon.
Instead of arguing any more I settle for glaring at Beckett. But apparently he has the same though because soon enough we are having a staring competition. My burning eyes force me to blink first and Beckett lets out a sound of victory and I groan in defeat.
As he is putting the movie into the player an evil thought crosses my mind. I quickly pull out my phone and snap a picture of Beckett holding The Notebook DVD case. When he hears the click of the camera Beckett whirls around and his mouth falls open. I hold the picture out for him to see, a smirk on my lips. "Wouldn't it be a shame if all of your friends were to see this picture?"
"You wouldn't." His eyes flash with anger but I can see he is genuinely worried about this. I never knew his reputation meant this much to him.
"Try me."
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Finding Home
Teen Fiction"You're wrong, I never broke your heart. Because it always belonged to someone else."
