Hey, I decided to write a Coro fic. Seeing as though I'm up to the episode where David is sending the messages to Becky from Jason and vice versa I figured I'd write my ending to the whole controversy before I actually see the episode where they work out it is him (well which I presume is going to happen…I hope so). A few things are different. So enjoy!
In the living room of the Platt house Sarah and Jason are sitting on her lounge as David listens from upstairs to the row below, snickering all the while.
"Tell me the truth, Jason. Has anything been going on between you and Becky?" Sarah asks with tears streaming down her cheeks.
"I promise you nothing has been going on!"
"We'll see about that."
Sarah jumps up and walks out the door slamming it behind her as David grins triumphantly.
Meanwhile Becky is in Roy and Haley's café pacing behind the counter.
"Becky, what is it that has got you so worrisome. It seems as the way you are pacing you have something troubling you. Am I correct?"
She stops her pacing and turns to Roy. "I don't where my phone is. I've looked everywhere for it! I need to find it!"
"Why is it so particularly important for you to have your mobile phone?"
Tears begin to well up in Becky's eyes. "Because my mum is ill and that's the only phone number she can get in contact with me on. So for all I know she could be dead."
At this moment Sarah walks into the café and finds Becky at the counter. "You evil conniving cow. Stop sending Jason text messages with all your little kisses and what not. We don't want to know about."
With that Sarah stormed out of the café with a dumbfounded Becky looking at the spot she had just been standing as if she'd magically return there. "Sorry, Roy, I'll be back."
She rips off her apron and heads for the door.
"Uh, but, Becky…" Roy trails off as Becky is already out the door and is calling after Sarah.
"I haven't been sending Jason text messages! I don't even know where my phone is."
"Sure, sure," Sarah retorts back sarcastically.
As they reach her house and Sarah saunters inside Becky holds the door open and lets herself in.
"I promise you I don't know where it is. Look, where's your phone?"
Sarah goes on ignoring her so Becky walks further into the living room and finds the wall phone in the kitchen. "I'm sure I have my number here somewhere," she mumbles to herself. Becky pulls her mobile phone number out of her bag and begins to dial it. And all of a sudden they hear a ringing sound on the steps. Jason looks up to see David looking horrorstruck on the third step.
Becky places the phone down on the counter and both her and Sarah follow the sound of the ringing phone. David fumbles with the phone, trying his hardest to turn it off but the damage is already done. Becky runs up the stairs and starts throttling him. Jason quickly runs up the stairs after her.
"You took my phone! I need it! How could you?" Becky screamed at David who was trying to pry her fingers of his neck.
Eventually Jason pulls her back, her arms and legs still flailing in mid-air. "Becky calm down."
After a while she stops kicking and Jason lets go of her. By now David has recoiled into his room upstairs. "Yeah, you better run!" She shouts at his closed door. "You haven't heard the last of me."
She runs back downstairs and stares at Sarah. "I think you owe me an apology."
"Yeah, OK, I'm sorry," she mumbled.
"Thank you."
And with that Becky leaves the Platt house where an extremely mad Sarah fumes at her brother's bad attempt at a 'joke'. You've done it this time David.
Ok, so that was not nearly my best piece of writing but yeah. I just felt I had to do some short one-shot so I apologise if it's bad. It's late :P