The First

Chapter Three

Becky usually left the studio in the early hours of the morning but tonight she decided to leave the boys earlier than normal. As soon as Becky stood up and began collecting her belongings the boy's heads bumped up turning their attention to her.

"Where are you going shawty?" Richard asked instantly.

"I can't have a late night. Not tonight." she shakes her head, the tiredness and frustration from being stuck in one room all day hitting her.

"You're never like this, you alright?" Joel asks.

Smiling at Joel's kindness, she responds "Yeah I just didn't walk out of this room at all today. I went and bought food but I didn't go for a walk or anything so I'm just getting a little cabin fever."

Joel nods his head understanding her emotions. He had always been so understanding, it was one of the many reasons she had feelings for him.

"B-but we want you to stay!" Erick pouts.

Becky leaned over to Erick placing a finger on either side of his mouth and pulling on it, "smile Erick, it makes you more attractive."

"Oh you think I'm attractive?" he smirks.

Becky rolled her eyes laughing. "I'm leaving." she started picking up her jacket and heading for the door.

"How was the studio today?" Ali asks when Becky strolls through the door.

Becky did intend to move out but a few weeks turned into a few months and after a while she just started paying rent and Ali accepted that they would be living together. Ali loved living with Becky, it usually meant that they had time to debrief about the boys writing sessions at night giving Ali an update on the album. Every time she asked the boys for an update they would text back, 'went well,' or 'yep good.'. Becky would give Ali a full debrief on the entire day almost an hour by hour update. Becky sat on the couch in front of the TV as Ali walked over with a bottle of wine and two glasses.

"It went really well. The boys struggled to write their song at first but I suggested they write about sleeping with a girl and it being her first time. I can't remember all the lyrics but it was something like 'lay you down, love you right. Your first time will be right if it's with me. I'll tell you how to move your hips with mine, hold onto you tight.'" Becky pours herself a drink, "That's all I can remember."

"Sounds great. Did Zabdiel do well with the production side of things?" Ali asks, sitting next to her.

Becky takes a large gulp of her wine, "Yeah. I taught him a different production system today. He picked it up easier than the rest."

"Did you help out with writing the song?"

"How could I have helped?" Becky scoffs. Ali simply shrugs in response. "You know, the boys asked me what losing my virginity was like."

"What did you tell them?"

"I told them I was a virgin, what was I meant to say?" Ali knew that Beccy would sometimes be embarrassed by it so she was surprised that she openly confided in the boys. "Chris laughed. Told me they could help fix my problem." she rolled her eyes.

"Problem? I'm going to kill that boy when I see him."

"No. Don't. It's fine." The doorbell rings and Ali stands up to open it for Carla. "I didn't know you were coming tonight."

"I come in peace and with a gift." Carla smiles holding up another bottle of wine.

"What did Joel say?" Ali hides her smirk behind her wine glass.

"About what?" Carla questions.

Ali smiles falling onto the couch, "Becky told the boys today she's a virgin."

"Oh, what did Joel say?" Carla asks.

"He didn't really say anything. There's no reason for him to! Joel and I are not getting together!"

"Why not?" Carla questions.

"He's not interested. He is so much younger than me, it would be weird for him. I shouldn't be even entertaining the idea."

"Who cares if he's younger?"

"Once he said to Zabdiel it was weird when a guy dates someone older." Becky adds.

"I was there when that happened and he was referring to a twenty year old dating a thirty five year old, not someone three years older!" Ali adds.

"I want someone who's in control, I don't know if Joel can do that." Becky shrugs trying to justify why her and Joel wouldn't work. Truthfully she wanted it to work but she was always making up reasons for why it wouldn't make herself feel better.

"You know for a fact, he takes control in relationships!" Ali responds.

"Yeah! He takes control in your relationship now! Remember when you went to order food for and-"

"Yes I remember!" Becky interrupts.

The girls and boys went out to celebrate the release of Que Quienes Somos. The other producers weren't invited but Becky always tagged along to the celebrations of CNCO success.

"What are you going to eat?" Joel asked Becky.

He was sitting next to Becky, wearing his signature hat angled to one side. Becky looked up from her menu, the presence of Joel being so close exciting her.

"Me?"

Joel chuckled, he looked Becky up and down flirtatiously "yeah you." he tilted his chin towards her.

"I'm going to order gnocchi." she smiles down at her menu, the intensity of his eyes becoming too much for her.

"Nice."

The waiter came by almost ten minutes later, the restaurant was busy and when he approached the table he looked almost scared to come over. "I'm so sorry I've taken so long to come over." he speaks out. "What can I get for you?" the waiter looked at Becky first expectantly.

As she opened her mouth to speak, Joel spoke for her. "She'll have the gnocchi and a glass of moscato..." he continued with his own order. Becky blushed, she knew it was silly but ordering for her somehow made him more attractive. When the waiter walked off, Joel turned to her, "I don't know how you drink moscato, it's basically a soda!"

"I like it sweet!" she explains shrugging.

"Oh you like it sweet?" he smirks an innuendo lacing his voice.

"Shut up." She blushes.

The girls spent their night watching old movies, it was their common activity. Movies until three in the morning, six hours of sleep and then Becky would head to the studio at ten and the girls would work from home. At least this was their standard day when they were working on the album. The moment the boys were on tour, Becky would be in the apartment alone, occasionally making the effort to work with other artists.