"Becky Baker, you are never to see that boy- that thing- ever again!" screamed Becky's father.
It was a normal Friday night. Becky was on her couch just having come back from hanging out with Adam (secretly, of course) and she was looking through the pictures they had taken on her phone; reliving every moment of their secret date. She was so caught up in those moments that she didn't realize her father had come into the room to ask her where his keys were and caught a glimpse of Adam on her screen.
"Becky, what are you looking at?" asked Mr. Baker. And before she could even start to press the home button, he had taken the phone out of her grip.
"Are you still seeing this bo- this girl?! Becky, we deliberately told you to stay away from her!"
"Dad, you can't tell me who I can or cannot see! Adam is not a girl! He is a boy and you and mom need to get that through your heads because I'm never going to stop seeing him!"
"She is an abomination, Becky. You know what the Lord says about Homosexuality."
"But Adam's a boy! I don't care about what you or mom say; I'm never going to stop seeing him... I love him, dad."
That was the first time she had said it aloud. It felt so right to her and she knew she meant it.
Becky's father face went beat red and he started to go into hysterics. "You do not love him. You are 17 years old. You do not know what love is. Especially with that thing;you can't possibly," her dad spat.
It was like she took a blow to the gut. He had called Adam a thing. And the scathing way he said it, it was as if Adam were a disease.
"Adam is not a thing he is my boyfriend and I love him and not you, mom, or Luke or even God are going to stop me from loving him." Becky retaliated.
"Becky Baker, you are never to see that boy- that thing- ever again!" screamed Becky's father.
Becky strode up to where her father was standing, took her phone out of his hand, and said in an even tone, "Watch me."
She took her keys and walked out of her house leaving her dad alone wondering where he went wrong with his daughter.
Adam was sitting in his room replaying his and Becky's date over and over in his head. He pulled out his phone and revealed his screen saver as Becky blowing a kiss at him. He never got tired of looking at that picture. He could stare at it for hours. He was in love with her. He knew it, but he just could not bring himself to say it because he didn't know if she felt the same. The next time he saw her, no matter where it was, he was going to tell her how he felt; regardless of how she felt about him. Who knows, she might feel the same about him.
"Adam! I'm going to a PTA meeting and I won't be back until late. Call Drew if you need anything!" yelled Audra from downstairs. "Oh, and you can take out the trash while you're staring at Becky's photo," and with that, she shut the door.
"How does she always know that," muttered Adam aloud.
Adam turned on his iPod, popped in some ear, buds slipped on his shoes and shuffled downstairs. He took the trash out of the bin and made his way outside. He was so into his thoughts about his mom's super human ability that he didn't notice the car that was turning into his driveway behind him. He felt a presence behind him and turned around to see the beautiful blonde he was just with a couple hours ago. It still took his breath away every time he saw her.
"Becky? I mean, hey, what are you doing here?" inquired Adam.
Becky's face pulled a soft, sad smile. "I'm here to see you silly," as she walked up to him.
Adam looked into her eyes and he could tell that wasn't the whole story.
"Becky, what's wrong?"
And with that, Becky started to sob. She collapsed into his arms and just let out all the tears that she didn't know she was harboring for so long.
"Adam, I can't do this anymore. My parents, they don't want me to see you but that's all I want to do. They're all against me and it's suffocating. I'm not strong enough to put up with all this guilt they throw at me and the disappointing looks that they wear when they see me talking to you or about you. Adam it's just so hard. But I know I'm supposed to be with you. I wouldn't have such strong feelings for you if we weren't suppose to be together. I- I- I-"
Becky couldn't talk anymore; she just continued to sob into Adam's chest. He sat there with her for what felt like hours comforting her and hugging her tight and she sobbed.
"Let's go inside okay? We can't be out here forever or the neighbors will call the cops on us," said Adam trying to make Becky smile a little bit. It worked.
They walked up to Adam's house and descended into the basement where Adam laid on the couch and Becky on top of hi;cuddling with no words or sobs.
An hour or so passed and Adam remembered what he had said to himself a couple hours ago. He was supposed to tell her, no matter where, that he was in love with her. How was he supposed to say it? Is there a way to do this? Isn't he supposed to have a flower or something? His tongue went dry and the back of his throat went hoarse at the thought of even bringing this up. He needed to do this though. It was now or never.
With a big sigh, he mustered up the courage to say her name.
"Becky?"
"Hm?"
"I know that his has been hard for you; to go out with someone like me, to go against your parents and your brother. It takes a lot of courage and admire that about you. Becky, you're the strongest person I know and I am beyond lucky to have you as my girlfriend. You have sacrificed so much just to be with me and I-" he stopped. He couldn't. But he had to.
Becky lifted her head off of Adam's chest, her perfectly straight, blonde hair falling into perfect place as she brushed it behind her ear. Adam took in ever detail of her at that moment. Her microscopic freckles resting on her nose, her hair parted down the middle, her sweet watermelon perfume that wafted into his nose, her soft pink lips coated with just the right amount of strawberry lip gloss, and the most important, her soft, blue eyes that captured him every time staring back into his. This girl is mine, he thought, all mine. She deserves to know that she is my world.
"I love you, Becky Baker. I am in love with you. You are the first person I think about when I wake up and you're the last before I go to sleep. When I'm with you, nothing else matters. When I'm not with you, I count the seconds until I'm able to see those blue eyes again. I hate seeing you cry, Becky. I just want you to be happy all the time because I fell for that smile of yours. I would kill to see that smile all the time. Every time I see you, I don't feel butterflies, those are too minutiae, I feel the whole entire earth kingdom inside me. There aren't enough words in the English dictionary to accurately describe how much I love you and how much you mean to me."
Becky could not help but smile. She couldn't describe how much that meant to her for him to say that. Everything that had happened prior to this moment didn't matter anymore. She wanted to say everything he said to her back but she couldn't find the words. So she did the only thing she was capable of doing at the moment: she bent down and kissed him with all the love she could muster.
She pulled away and rested her forehead on his and looked into his puppy dog brown eyes and whispered,
"I love you, too."
He pulled her into another kiss and they laid back down and cuddled until they fell asleep into each others arms.
So I haven't written anything in a while, I know. I didn't feel like finishing my other fiction. I just thought it was down right awful haha. But I see that no one has put out any good fics of these two in a while(probably because the writers refuse to give them screen time). So yeah tell me what you think. Constructive criticism is welcomed. Thanks for reading!
