We talked about all kinds of random things for about an hour, until we both decided to get out of the restaurant. Becca protested when I wanted to pay for the meal, but in the end, I convinced her to let me do it.
We ended up outside, on a bench in front of the water at the docks. It was mid-September, so it was getting colder outside. We both sat quietly, next to each other as we watched the sun go down and listened to the waves in the water.
"Beautiful" Becca whispered with her eyes focused on the sun. I looked down at her and once again I was drawn in by her beauty. I gathered all the courage I had in me and put my arm behind her on the bench, so that I was almost holding her.
She leaned into me which made us very close to each other. It was a whole new feeling she gave me, but I liked it. She was so different from other people. It was not only her blue hair, dark lipstick and choice of clothes. It was her mind. She was special in the way she talked about her thoughts, the things she liked and the things she created. She was interesting and different, and I liked that.
"Where did you get that jacket?" Becca suddenly asked, while her eyes were still focusing on the sun.
I looked at her a bit confused, but I was kind of getting used to Becca's quite sudden, out of nowhere questions.
"It was my uncle's. He gave it to me when I was 12, but it was way too big for me back then"
"Oh, that's sweet. Is he back in england?" She asked and looked up at me.
"Well yes, but he died, also when I was 12. It was really hard to go through, he meant a lot" I said remembering my sweet uncle who always joked around with me and made sure I had a smile on my face.
She smiled faintly at me. "It looks good on you"
I could feel my cheeks getting a little warm. I hated how I was like a 12-year-old school girl around her.
"Can I ask you something?" I said, and she chuckled.
"You just did" she said, and I laughed at our stupid inside joke.
"You talked about your dad, but what about your mom?" I asked and hoped that I didn't offend her with my question. Becca simply sat up straighter and sighed deeply.
"My mom left my dad and me when I was six. She didn't want me, so my dad raised me all alone" Becca said and fumbled with her fingers in her lap.
I moved my arm, so it was completely around her now. My hand was her arm and I could feel she was turning to ice. I was about to speak but then she beat me to it.
"This necklace was actually hers" she said and looked down at the tiny silver moon hanging around her neck. She touched it lightly with her fingers.
"My dad gave it to her when they first started dating. She threw it at my dad when she left him, but my dad kept it anyway. I found it in his drawer when I was about eight. It gives me some kind of hope, that even if something is as broken as it can get, there can still come good from it" My heart ached at her words.
"Sometimes I think I'm still waiting for my good to come" Becca said with a very faint voice and removed her hand from the necklace.
"Wow. That's a beautiful thought. I'm so sorry she left" was the only thing I could think of saying.
"Don't be. I don't need her" she said and shifted in her seat.
We sat for a moment in silence looking out at the water. My arm was still around hers and I could feel her getting colder and colder.
"You're cold. Here, take my jacket" I said and took it off. After all she was only wearing that maroon dress.
"Thanks" she said softly and put it on.
I put my arm back around her and we continued sitting in silence until the sun was completely gone, and the darkness fell. I looked at the time. 9 pm. Crap, my parents were actually going to kill me.
"Well, I guess I should be getting home" I said and looked at her. She nodded.
We got up and went to my car. We both buckled up and I stared driving. Becca was for some reason very quiet.
"Are you going to be in trouble for being home late?" She asked after we had driven for a couple of minutes. It was like this girl could read my mind.
"Yeah, I am" I sighed.
"I'm sorry" she said with guilt in her voice.
"Don't be. It was worth it. I really liked spending time with you" I said and smiled at her.
"Me too" she said and smiled back at me.
We arrived at her house and I turned off the car. The house was yellow with a black roof. It wasn't that big, and the garden looked like it could really use a caring hand.
"Well I guess this is it" she said looking at me.
"I guess" I said. I kind of wished it wasn't.
"I'll see you tomorrow then" Becca said, and I nodded.
She started to lean in and for a second, I was confused, until she wrapped her arms around me and hugged me. I hugged her back and I couldn't help but smell her perfume. She smelled amazing, like a mixture between coconut and summer.
She got out of the car and got her bag and her painting in the backseat. She bowed down to look at me through the rolled down window.
"By the way, your new hair looks really good" she said with a smirk and walked away from the car.
I couldn't help but smile like a little kid. I was happy she noticed the change. I drove off unable to get the smile off my face, thinking of this amazing girl that made me feel things I had never felt before. I knew I was coming home to my parents who were probably worried sick and was going to yell at me for an hour before grounding me, but even that, couldn't knock the smile off my face.
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