Cross My Heart

Starry Night

"My guilty conscience has gone rogue and it's left me alone with all of my secrets..." 

*A perfect line from Secrets by Kat Graham. Truly captures how Beckett feels and teases the relationship between Jeremy and Beck. Enjoy the chapter!!

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JEREMY

I had gotten a call this morning from her, telling me to meet her at the pier. I was told to dress nicely so I came wearing a white dress shirt and black trousers. When I reached, she threw me an apron and told me to get to work. There was a big party that Pete's Grill was hosting and Darius needed more workers. So, I was the hired help. Demeaning, but hey, I got paid. And, if it meant I could rid myself of some of the guilt I was feeling then so be it. 

The day was over and the party had passed without incident. I lay my head on my apron drinking in the fiery sky and marveling at the millions of the stars overhead. 

"Here," Beck said, handing me a beer can.

"Looks like this is gonna be a R-rated party," I said, opening the can. 

"In your dreams, Drake."

"You're always in my dreams, love." 

She chuckled. 

"So, where are your evil henchmen?"

"Helping Darius unload back at the grill. Wouldn't let me help. Told me to take the rest of the day off. And well you...Noah would rather eat dirt then ask for your help."

"Gee, thanks."

"You're most welcome," she said, taking a sip from her coke can. "Starry night," she said, gesturing towards the sky.

"Vincent van Gogh."

"Wow."

"What?"

"Nothing. Just didn't peg you for the artistic type."

"What? I seem like the pretty boy with air in his brain? Plus, it's common knowledge. Don't need to know art to know van Gogh."

"I didn't say that. Plus, it takes some level of intelligence to charm a girl."

"So, you're saying I'm charming?"

"Again, putting words in my mouth." 

"It's the truth."

"Conceited."

"Whatever." 

We just stared at the sky for a while in silence. Then, my eyes landed on her. She sipped her drink in silence. She had a story. One that she was avoiding and the curiosity was killing me. 

"20 questions?" I said, finally.

"Sure, why not?" she said, shrugging.

"You have a secret."

"That's not a question." 

"Okay. Do you have a secret you haven't told anyone?"

"Don't we all?"

"Are you really going to be like this?"

She bit her lip and then said, "Fine. Shoot."

"There's something you're hiding. Something you're avoiding. What is it?" 

"If I'm going to tell you my deepest, darkest secret then at least buy me a drink first," she laughed, humorlessly. She looked to me then sighed. "I don't want to talk about it."