The First

Chapter Twelve

The next morning, Becky crawled out of the fort holding her head.

"I think I'm going to be sick." she groaned. The bright light streamed through the windows making her squint her eyes as she looked around the room. She saw Ali making coffee and walked over like a zombie to pour herself a cup. "Is Chris still here?"

"He's outside talking to Joel." Becky's face pales at his name, "He'll come back in for breakfast."

"Why is Joel here?"

"I don't know. Said he had to talk to Chris."

"I shouldn't have kissed Chris infront of Joel last night."

"Joel shouldn't have left you to go off with Amanda! Don't blame yourself. He started this."

"I shouldn't be getting involved with any of them!" she almost screamed, she leaned in close and began to whisper in fear Chris or Joel would hear her from outside, "When Chris and I arrived home I tried to have sex with him!"

"You what?"

"I know! He said no because I was drunk and we ended up making out for a bit. Do you think he's going to be weird about it this morning?"

"Not at all. Making out for Chris means nothing. It was just a bit of fun. Was it fun for you?"

"Obviously. Do you know how good that man is at just kissing?"

"Ew. He's like my little brother."

"I'm just saying. I can't imagine what else he is good at."

"Yeah well if it was up to you last night you would've found out."

Becky turns red embarrassed as she remembers her desperate pleas for Chris to sleep with her. Her memories are cut short when Chris and Joel burst through the door.

"Can we talk?" Joel asks looking at Becky.

"Bro, leave her. Can't you see how hungover she is!" Chris growls.

Becky looks at Ali surprised and then down at her attire. She's wearing a bralette and shorts, she can feel the mascara smudged under her eyes and her make was still on but she can't imagine it looks good. She runs her fingers through her hair and holds her head as the boys argue.

"Can you let her speak for herself?" Joel retorts.

"Dude, just go home. I told you everything that happened!"

"Stay out of it!"

"HEY BOYS!" Ali calls their attention. Both of them stop their argument and turn to Ali like they were school boys in trouble. "Joel you need to leave. You can call Becky later."

"So he can stay?" he asks, gesturing to Chris.

Becky watches on his shock.

"Yes because I made him breakfast."

"Becky please?" he asks again. Becky takes a moment to think about it. She wishes she could take a moment to decide with Ali but she knows that if Ali thought she should talk to him, she wouldn't have told him to leave.

"You can talk to me later." She tries to be nice but his reaction makes her feel like she made the wrong decision. He huffs and leaves, slamming the door in the process.

"What was that about?" Ali asks Chris as she passes him his breakfast.

"It was nothing." Chris shrugs.

"That wasn't nothing." Becky notes.

"He just got the wrong idea."

"You said you told him everything?" Becky asks hoping that he hadn't shared their kiss.

Chris just looked down and Becky knows that he did. Ali is distracted as she makes breakfast for Becky. Chris leans over and whispers to Becky, "I told him we made out. I didn't tell him that we wanted to sleep together."

"You didn't want to sleep with me though?" she whispers back.

"I did want to sleep with you. I just knew I shouldn't when you were drunk." he smiles biting his lip. "I still want to sleep with you if that's an option."

"Okay you two. Enough. Please remember I'm here." Ali interjects and turns to Chris, "and you're really bad at whispering."

Joel shows up to their house a few hours later banging on the door. Ali hides away in her room, when Joel opens the door.

"Hi."

His face was smoother, he wasn't looking at her angrily. He was almost defeated. "Did you sleep with Chris?" he asks without saying hello.

"Did I what?" Becky responds shocked.

"You heard me. Did you fuck Chris?"

Becky wants to slam the door in his face. "Not that it's any of your business but no I didn't sleep with Chris." He instantly relaxes and he smiles. "You're a real dick." she responds, going to shut the door in his face.

"W-wait." he responds pushing the door open walking into the house so that she can't throw him out as easily.

"What?" she coldly responds, walking off to her room.

"I'm sorry." he starts as he follows her around the house. "About last night. I'm sorry about last night. I shouldn't have walked off to speak to Amanda." Becky ignores him as she makes her bed. "I shouldn't have ignored you after I saw it and I shouldn't have expected you to be waiting for me to leave when I was ready. You kissed Chris just to piss me off but I was wrong. I started it. Just forgive me, please? We can share the fort?" he begs.

"Listen Joel," Becky turns around and faces him. Her head still hurt but she was able to talk now. "If you wanna go be with Amanda then do it. Just don't hurt me in the process of figuring out what you want!" she bites back.

"I don't want to hurt you."

"Too late!" she throws her hands in the air. "You know you almost kiss me and then run away. Then you spend the night with me, say we're going to do it again and then nothing! Last night you basically ran to your ex! Joel you can't screw me around like that! We are friends who work together and if you're going to tease this," she gestures between the two of them, "then it's going to end badly so just let's call it! We can never talk about it again and you can get back with Amanda."

Joel can't stop the words that fly out of his mouth. "I DON'T WANT TO BE WITH AMANDA FOR FUCKS SAKE! I WANT TO BE WITH YOU." his volume shocks him and he repeats himself again softly, "I just want to be with you. Becky. I like you. More than a friend like you. More than I ever liked Amanda. When we slept in that fort I wanted to kiss you." he takes a step closer to her, "I wanted to kiss you that first night I came here." he moves closer each time he speaks, "I wanted to kiss you every time I saw you, when you scrunch your nose up as you laugh, when you push your hair behind your ear, when you laugh at my jokes." When he's standing in front of her, he takes her face in his hands before he speaks, "and I want to kiss you right now." he leans down their lips brushing against each other before he pushes his lips against hers. Becky smiles as she kisses him, the weight of their argument lifting off her shoulders as her hands wrap around his neck. He holds onto her face and pulls away. They smile before they release each other from their grasp. "Now do you believe me when I say I don't want to be with Amanda?"

Becky blushes looking down. "I guess," she teases.

"Oh you guess?" he asks, smiling. "Well I guess I gave some more proving to do," he smirks and leans down lower than her lips but his head is at her stomach, his arms wrap around the back of her legs and he lifts her. Her legs wrap around his waist and she squeals. Her arms position around his head as she leans down to kiss him.