Title: Saved
Characters/Couples: Adam/Becky
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: I don't own Degrassi.
Notes: Just a short drabble I wrote right after "Never Ever (Part 2)" aired. As always, I'm uploading it super late! lol oh well…I'm not super happy about this one, but I've got some more Adam/Becky coming that I hope will be even better! :)
Summary: She set out to save him, but in the end, he saved her. Adam/Becky
"Saved"
By: dreaming-in-pretenses
Becky stares into the eyes of this confident, loving boy, a boy who is almost the epitome of everything she has been taught to fear and fight against, and she wants to hate him. It would be so much easier if she hated him. She could continue carrying on her father's work in peace, he could go back to his countless other friends, and they could go their separate ways. If only she hated him.
But she can't.
When she looks at him, her heart thumps from something very different than fear. Her mind tells her he's a sinner, perhaps the most sinful person she has ever met in her entire life, but her eyes see only a strong, brave, honest boy. Her mind tells her to stop this foolishness, to push him away and save herself from his infectious sins, but her arms pull him closer. Her mind screams that she's going to kiss a gir-
But her heart overpowers even her own thoughts.
His lips brush against hers and it's like she's never truly known how it feels to be alive until this very second. Her heart is racing, her palms sweaty. She loses strength in her legs and he's the only pillar holding her up - so she clings to him, her final lifeline in a world of crazed parental expectations and diminished individuality.
And it feels so right.
"I love you, Adam Torres," she murmurs as they pull away from each other. The second she says these words she realizes they are true, sees she's never known a greater love than she knows right now, wrapped in his loving embrace. Her religion is a religion of love, she realizes belatedly; she should have learned this love from her teachings. But all along she had been too busy preaching hate to see the true message - and it had almost cost her this perfect boy.
"I love you too, Becky Baker," he whispers, smiling gently. He knows the struggles she's been through. He knows what she's always wanted to believe about him. But he's still here, still holding her close and telling her how much he cares. He doesn't care about the past. He cares about the here and the now.
"My parents might not be-"
"I don't care."
"My brother also-"
"I don't care."
"What do you care about?"
"You. The girl who never gave up on me. The girl who has always looked at me and seen a boy, even when everything she was taught told her otherwise. The girl I'm so madly in love with."
She smiles back at him - not the overly sugary, fake smiles she gives to everyone else, but a small, sincere, joyous smile she saves only for a precious few. "And I'm so madly in love with you!"
He kisses her again, but Becky feels she needs to say it again. So she does, whispering, "I love you," over and over against his lips. She feels she could never say it enough to convey just how much he means to her, just how happy he makes her feel and how right being in his arms is.
He's the boy who saw more than the preacher's daughter. He's the boy who waited, patiently, as she worked past all her previous teachings to discover the love she'd been missing all along.
She set out to save him, but in the end, he saved her.