Freak [On Hold]

Chapter 22: Let's talk

"So Ms. Trenton. Tell me a little about yourself." I sat back on the bench and watched her glance at me.

"Why?" She asked.

I shrugged.

"Becca we're practically still strangers. and you did agree to talking."

She sighed and stared out into the cool winter night. "It's pretty warm for December don't you think?" I nodded. The weather was quite nice for the middle of winter. She closed her eyes and took a long deep breath.

"My old boyfriend's name was Jesse." she turned her gaze to me. "I met him in college and he was my entire world. We dated for three years." She smiled recalling memories of Jesse.

"He used to come home from his job at Nandos and we'd sit in front of the TV watching movies that would make my makeup run, like The Help or Titanic or The Notebook. And we'd eat pizza and drink ice cold coca-cola. Those were my favorite times with him."

"I guess he got bored of me because, as you know, he just kinda showed up at my house and decided we should break up. I just kept asking myself. What did I do wrong? Well, I found out he was dumping me for some fake tanned, blonde from America." She rolled her eyes and stared at her fingers. "The little shit."

"Becca, I'm so sorry. You really loved him, didn't you?"

She nodded. I could tell she was trying hard not to cry.

"Well you know what? Forget that idiot. He didn't realize what he had when he had it. Tell me about your family?"

She smiled and looked back at me. "I have a brother named Brett, he's seventeen, and I have a sister named Chloe, she twenty five and married. My brother is here somewhere but my sisters living with her husband in Manchester." I smiled as she continued. "My mother filed a divorce from my father when I was twelve. I haven't seen her since."

"Wow." I muttered.

"What?"

"Did you really want to tell me that personal of information?." She somewhat gasped.

"What? Did you want like different information?"

I laughed. "No. It's fine. I like hearing about you."

She sent me a quick glare and positioned her body more towards mine.

"Ok your turn. Tell me about your backstory."

My smile faded and I bit my lip trying to think of how I could put my life into words that wouldn't give anything away. I took a deep breath.

"My parents died when I was ten. I was separated from my sister and haven't seen her since. I've been living on my own up until now when I met Louis. Um, I've never dated a girl, never had a girlfriend, I've never even kissed a girl. Basically you're the closest I've ever gotten to one. To sum everything up, my life sucks."

She was quiet. "Oh my god. Harry I'm so sorry I didn't know." She scooted closer placing her arm around my shoulder.

I sighed. "It's alright. I mean how could you know?"

"How did your parents die?" She asked.

"Uh, car accident." I lied.

"Oh Harry."

She sighed and placed her pretty little head in the crook of my neck.

"What about your sister?" she whispered, hesitating as if she was afraid to ask.

I sighed pulling her head off my shoulder and maneuvering her eyes to my level.

"I'd rather not speak of it." I muttered turning my gaze back to the starlit sky.