My Girlfriend Becky (GXG) -Completed-

TEN: Angels & Demons

Sonya POV :

That evening, I come back home with renewed energy. 

Although I haven't decided what I will do with Becky, I figured it was only right to bask in this sweet relief for the day.

At dinner, I was with my mom and dad, and Tara around the table. We begin filling our plate with a new chicken soup dish mom has just invented yesterday. She was a food blogger along with her job as a photographer. As usual, they begin asking us about our day. My sister, who was in her freshman year in college starts blabbering about how she did amazing in this quiz, how she wanted to move out like the rest of her classmates, and how she has just met this cute guy who has asked her on a date. A chatterbox. Meanwhile, I couldn't help but let my mind wander how it would be like if I were straight, I wouldn't have to go through that 'stage' of explaining my sexual orientation. 

I inhale a glacial chunk of air, and I jolt up when my mom nudges me for my turn. 

-" It went okay " I smile and my dad gives me a quizzical look.

-" You have become a girl of few words now that you are growing up ? " he jokes, alleviating the air, and I chuckle in response. 

-" Well, you don't have to elaborate if you don't feel like it, " My mom comes to my rescue. Her smile tells me that she knew that I had something grand up my sleeve, and I couldn't help but marvel again at this telepathic superpower that comes with the package of motherhood.

After we all give a hand tidying up the table, Tara and I depart, each to her room, leaving mom and dad to do the dishes together. I have always loved how they made time for each other no matter what, even if that meant doing some dinner dishes. Even when they were so busy and had a lot on their minds, they have always found solace and peace with each other.

Seeing them has always made me want to have my own little family with my partner, and kids quickly, and I have wondered what it would be like to call someone "my wife". Well, although I realize how early that is something to think about for a high schooler.

I take my shower, put on my favorite pj's, and turn on my laptop. Fortunately, I didn't have much homework today so I allowed myself such leisure. Forums were my favorite pass time, peculiarly anonymous. I have often doubted my success in it to my mom's great blogging and likable social skills. Yet, it has been a while now since I last logged in. 

 A smile creeps into my lips as I see the many notifications I have piled up over my hiatus. They were mostly from new members and some that I have already gotten close to. I respond to the latter first and I check the former. Then, I begin scrolling down to the newest posts when I stumble on one from a member who has just joined today. 

Her username: " GayQueen ". 

I chuckle in amusement.  As I read the post, I was a bit stunned at its similarity to my situation with Becky. Though, since the chances of her being Becky only occurred in fiction and dramas, I begin responding to her without a second thought. Yet, it felt great to be of help to someone in the same situation for some reason.

@  GayQueen *typing* Finally, people sometimes say things they don't mean to hide the pain inside and put on their brave face.. |

I purse my lips. for some reason, I felt that the last part was a bit too explicit to my current state. I edit again. This person needed help with her situation; she didn't need to hear about my own problems.

*typing* Sometimes people say things they don't mean to hide their pain. I'm sure this girl will understand you if you show her your sincerity. 

*Submit*

-"What if she is Becky?" 

I shake my head. There was no way she was Becky. With more resolution, I kept saying that to myself, searing it into my mind if that was what it took to muffle the demonic voice inside my head, which was chortling hysterically until I surrendered my eyes to sleep. 

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Re-edited: April 2021