Song: '7 Things'- Miley Cyrus
Season: 1
Pairing: Bec/Edge
Author: aussiebabe290 (Rhyleigh)


"Bec? Bec?" Dean Edgely waved his hand in front of her face obnoxiously. "Hello?"

Bec Sanderson snapped to attention, slapping his hand away. "What do you want?" she snarled.

"What is your problem?" he snapped back. "I asked had you finished your maths homework!"

"Oh. Yeah, I did". Bec slammed her maths textbook shut and stalked out of the kitchen, leaving Edge, Matt Leyland and Heath Carroll bewildered.

"Chicks". Heath just shook his head. "Can't live with 'em, can't live without 'em".


Bec marched up the stairs, throwing herself onto her bed and kicking the door shut. Perri Lawe, her roommate and best friend, smirked from the other bed.

"Tough day?"

"Leave me alone".

Perri chuckled. "Its Edge, isn't it?"

"Shut up", she complained into her pillow, her voice severely muffled.

Dean Edgely- Edge to the mere mortals that were his housemates- was the reason for Bec's bad mood. She had no idea what they were any more- at the beginning of the year; they had been at each other's throats constantly, fighting. As the year progressed, they had developed an almost civil viewpoint. And, six months into the year they would spent together at Solar Blue Academy, Bec was wondering whether she was falling in love.

If she was honest, she liked the arguing. It gave them something to talk about, and their other housemates (Anna Peterson, Fly Watson, Matt, Heath and Perri) found the whole charade endlessly entertaining.

But their fighting relationship was gone, and she was stuck having to disguise her crush on him.

She hated him for it.

She hated the fact that he was vain. All he wanted to do was be the top of the scoreboard, and if he wasn't top of the scoreboard, God help them all.

She hated his games. He would flirt with her playfully for the entire night, and then they'd go to school the next day and it would be like he didn't even know she existed.

She hated his insecurity. He would tease and pick on Matt and Heath, all because he didn't want his flaws pointed out.

She hated the fact that he acted like he genuinely cared for her, and yet he flirted with every other girl at the school.

She hated that he had made her laugh, and she hated that he had made her cry. She didn't know which side of Dean Edgely was real.

She hated his friends at school, the ones who weren't from the Academy. They were idiots, and she hated when he acted like them, just to hurt her. All she wanted was the Dean Edgely was the one she knew.

The one she loved.


It was just Bec's luck that they were rostered off to cook together that night. The kitchen was deadly silent- someone could drop something and it was like thunder. They heard everything.

It was awkward.

All Bec wanted was an apology, for the way he had treated her at school. The night before had been fun- the seven teenagers had cleared their schedules (that is, they had all done their homework and assignments earlier in the day) and they had moved into the lounge room for a game of Scrabble. They had laughed over silly things that weren't even funny, and Edge had flirted incessantly with Bec.

And that morning, he had gone back to ignoring her.

He had apologized for his actions previously- he had texted it through the bedroom wall. Bec had deleted it immediately- an apology, in her opinion, was face to face and not through cyberspace.

She hated everything about Dean Edgely, she realised, as she watched him slice the knife through the button mushrooms. She hated his guts.

And yet, she loved everything about him.

She loved his sun streaked, shaggy blonde locks that fell onto his forehead at exactly the right angle, giving everyone a perfect view of his eyes.

She loved his eyes. The piercing, ice blue orbs that seemed to watch her every move.

She loved the way he wore his jeans- old, worn, dark blue denim, exactly the right fit.

When they were out on the ducky and he kissed her, she had been hypnotized, her eyes locked into his. It had felt so right, to be safe in his arms.

He had made her laugh, and he had made her cry, but that was both what she was going to have to deal with.

The weekend before, when they were on the lounge watching a scary movie, Edge had grabbed her hand, purely out of instinct, when he felt her tense up. They had been covered with blankets- as had everyone else- and Bec had felt comforted, his fingers intertwined with hers.

She wanted to be with the Edge she knew.

And the most that she loved about Dean Edgely?

He made her love him.

But, she didn't say anything- she just went on, silently slicing vegetables, sneaking glances at him when she thought he wasn't looking.