Becky, when you're ready, I'd like to see you in my room." He walked upstairs to his room.
I didn't know what to think as I loaded the dishwasher. I waited ten minutes before heading upstairs.
Warily, I entered Joey's room. "You wanted something, Joey?" I tried to act casual as I stood a few inches from his door.
"Yes." He walked past me and shut the door. I heard the lock click and got very worried as I turned around. "I need to talk to you."
"Me, too. Where do you get off playing footsie with me at breakfast?" I accidentally let out my complaints.
"Me? How do you know that wasn't Jesse?"
"Because, A, Jesse couldn't have done that kinda footsie. And 2, if he wanted to stimulate me, he would've rubbed my inner thigh and worked his way up." I put my hand on my head. "I can't believe I just said 'and 2'. I've been with Jesse way too long."
"So come with me."
I looked up. "Huh?"
"You've been with Jesse too long; come away with me."
"What?" I started backing up slowly.
"Ever since I laid eyes on you, I've loved you. But Jesse got you first. When you became his fiancée, I couldn't tare you two apart. But now you've confessed. You're tired of Jesse."
"I didn't say that..." I hit the wall and looked around. I was scared; even more so when Joey's arms were at the sides of my head.
"You can sneak downstairs at night, and sleep with me. Sleep with me like you do with Jesse. HARD."
I bit my lip and whimpered a little.
"Oh, you like that idea."
Just as Joey leaned in for a kiss, I slipped to the floor and ran outta his room. I ran into my room, and slammed the door shut. I leaned against it, scared. I'd never seen Joey like this. Was he drunk? No, it was too early in the morning to be drunk.
"I know you're in there!"
I bit my lip and gulped.
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Life's Like This
FanfictionThis story takes place exactly after Not A TV Life.... Becky can't take it anymore. She just can't. After all the tragedies that happened to her, how could there be more? She thinks. She's about to find out..... Told in Becky's point of view.
