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When Becky showed up at her apartment late at night, it wasn't really out of the ordinary. But when she turned up sobbing, oh Y/n was ready to beat a bitch. But Y/n knew it wasn't the right time to talk about what happened, so she steered her friend to the bathroom, telling her to take a shower and to take what she wanted from her closet. "Oh, and the towels are in the cabinet under the sink!" She heard a small, "thanks," before the water turned on.
Heading to the kitchen, she turned on the kettle as she got down two cups and plates, bringing out the cookies as well. Y/n pulled out the cake as well, cutting herself a small slice, and leaving it out just in case. As she waited for the water to boil, a bunch of situations were going on through her brain. Did she get hurt? And then; who hurt her? Would Becky bail her out if she went to jail for assault? Is she not signed anymore? Did someone say something about her? Did her husband do something to her? So many questions..
The whistle from the kettle made her jump, and she quickly lunged forward to turn it off. She poured the scalding hot water in the cups, adding the bag, then puts the cups on the tray. She hears the bathroom door open, and her vanilla body wash assaults her nose, as she smiles.
Y/n quickly queues up Netflix, ready to have a non-date night with her best friend. It doesn't take long for Becky to return, now wearing Y/n's royal blue sweatshirt with Mickey ears on it and some shorts. "Better?" The singer settles in beside her friend, nodding as she grabs her mug.
"Yea." She says softly. Even though Y/n wants to know what happened, she doesn't push, won't push because she doesn't want Becky to clam up. So she simply tells her, "I'm not gonna make you talk, but when you do talk, I'll listen. You can stay here for however long you want, but I do want to know if you'll bail me out when I beat whoever's ass for making you cry. Also, whatever it is, they're wrong. You are the most beautiful kind hearted soul that I have ever met. You're an incredible singer and dancer and I love your voice. So whoever said what, is a asshole." Which resulted in Becky blushing while she laughs, and a proud smile on Y/n's lips.
"You know I'll bail you out, but I don't want you doing that," the singer leans forward and presses her lips against Y/n's cheek, not missing the redness that creeps up on her cheeks. "I love you.." Y/n smiles and presses her lips against Becky's forehead.
"I know, forever and always."
"Forever and always."
As the night goes on, they Netflix and chill - the non sexual way - and binge out on the cookies Y/n brough out. Of course, Becky doesn't tell Y/n what happened, but Y/n's happy to wait, just happy that her best friend is here with her.
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"Okay Y/n, the show.is ready for you. And the oil should wash-"
"Wait, should?" Y/n questions before looking at Becky, sending the singer a glare. "Becky.." she warns but the director laughs.
"Did you put that stuff in your hair before the shoot?" Y/n nods. "Okay, it'll come out, but wash it a few times. Like when you get in, wash, then as you're getting out wash again. And using hot water will help, however hot you can stand it, okay?" Y/n nods again, before yanking the towel from Becky's hands as she glares at her.
"I love you!" The singer yells, but Y/n gives her the middle finger.
"She better love me. Hell, I fucken love her and look at what I did, that should've proved it." She mumbles as she walks to the dressing room woth the shower. She quickly sheds the skimpy outfit, thanking God that Becky agreed with only making the boobs stand out, and not her ass.
The oily outfit is left on the floor and Y/n quickly get's in, desperately wanting to wash the oil off. She quickly does the first wash, then starts to hum a song. "Crap... I never took anything out for dinner..." Y/n let out a sigh, letting her head fall forward against the tiled wall. "So either take out, or late dinner. Which I rather not cook, but then Becky likes my cooking and she'll pout, God that pout.." Y/n lets out a sigh as she rinsed her body off. "I feel stupid talking to myself, but since no one is here to hear me, I guess I'll talk. Seriously, I had to fall in love with my best friend? Why? Why not someone else? Fuck, it sucks too. And God, I still wanna beat her ex's ass. I just wish she would've told me. Hell, by the glare he was giving me, I thought it was my fault. But, honestly, she's living with me so, fuck you asshole!" Y/n lets out a quiet chuckle, but still babbles on about Becky as she rinses her hair. She turns the shower off, blindly reaching for the towel before wrapping it around her body.
Stepping out, she freezes midway when she sees a smirking Becky standing by the door. "The director wanted the outfit sp he could clean it. Then heard you ranting and had to stay." Y/n stays quiet, just blinking at her while Becky walks closer. "You like my pout huh?" Y/n doesn't answer, but when Becky raises her eyebrow, Y/n swallows and nods at her.
"Hmm, what else do you like?" Becky turns around, showing Y/n her ass and wiggling it a bit. "What about this?" Silently, Y/n nods as she stares at the singers ass. It's a great ass...
"Y/n.." the softness of her voice causes Y/n to look up at her with a frown.
"I love you. That was the reason for my divorce. Apparently he knew I loved you before and then he yelled at me-" warm wet lips are pressed against hers, causing her to shut up. She immediately starts to kiss back, the towel around Y/n's body slowly unravelling but neither women cares. They're lost in each others lips, only breaking away when they need to breath.
"I wanted to do that since I met you." Y/n lets out a cute giggle, before quickly grabbing another towel.
"So have I," she mumbles as she steps away. "Let me get dressed then let's go out to dinner."
"Would this be a date?" Becky bites her lip while Y/n blushes, giving a single nod.
"Okay, but no where fancy, I just want a burger."
"A girl after my own heart." Y/n puts her hand over her heart, causing Becky to smile.
"Dork, get ready." The singers walks out and closes the door, doing a small dance and fist pumping the air before getting ready for her date with the woman she loves.
