A Promise, a letter and naked men.
'It's something unpredictable,
But in the end it's right,
I hope you had the time of your life….'
'Time of Your Life' by Green Day.
Chris came tiptoeing into the blackened out room, trying to avoid walking into fellow officers, but succeeding in slamming his knee hard against a conveniently placed table. Swearing under his breath, he continued to creep deeper into the throng of people, trying to make his way to the centre of the room where the statues were.
He placed his hand in his pocket, to check that his prop was still lodged there.
Chris could make out three large shapes in the dark; they were either very big people (slight emphasis on the very) or the three statues. He made his way to the middle one, and quickly whipping out his prop from his pocket and making the adjustments to the statue, he crept back out of the room.
'Jack, what's happening?' asked Bec, perturbed. The lights had suddenly cut, and the whole room was in complete darkness. The worst part was that several men had sauntered past and more than once she'd felt someone grab her ass.
The part that was even more disturbing was that, she couldn't figure out who they were. Most likely the layabouts from the control room, high on e-numbers from too many sugar doughnuts.
'Leon's gone out to check the fuse box, he'll have the lights on in no time' he said, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze. Bec rested her head against his shoulder and waited for the lights to come back on.
'This has to be the most CRAPPEST evening ever' grumbled Jill, wine glass in hand, perched on a chair. Phoenix was sitting next to her, also with a wine glass in her hand.
'You said it…my so-called date has left me repeatedly this evening and comes up with a load of excuses for it' said Phoenix, slightly annoyed, her fine features pulled into a scowl.
'I have no idea where any of our dates are, then to top it off, the lights cut out, they've run out of champagne at the bar and there's no more mini quiches left' growled Jill, rapidly draining her glass of wine and promptly cracking open another bottle. Claire, who was on her other side gurgled a response.
'I think Claire needs more tequila' observed Phoenix in the darkness, topping up Claire's glass. Claire promptly drained the whole glass and began to swig from the bottle.
'At least Bec and Jack are having a good time' commented Jill, watching to the two dark shapes standing next to each other. Phoenix squinted and then grinned at Jill.
'They sure do look happy' she said cheerfully, breaking open another bottle of sherry. 'Do you think they'll mind us drinking up all their alcohol?'
Jill shrugged and knocked back the last of her drink and refilled her glass. 'We would've drunk it all anyway, whether the lights were on or not'.
'True' slurred Claire from her chair, where she was slumped in an undignified position, her hair hanging over her face. 'I don't know where the fuck my love god is, but he better be naked by the time he comes back in' she declared indignantly, rocking backwards and forwards in her chair.
Before anybody could reply, the lights suddenly came back on, and the room was illuminated in bright light. A collective cheer went up from the formally dressed revellers, which quickly turned to horrified screams and laughter. Jill sat up in her seat to see what the commotion was.
Dragging an incoherent Claire to her feet, still clutching her tequila bottle, and with Phoenix in tow, Jill wandered over to the group forming around the statues in the middle of the room. Jack and Becca were at her side as well, as they made their way through the crowd.
Jill began to laugh when she saw what the subject of disturbance was, and Phoenix began to giggle. Claire smiled drunkenly, gulping down her tequila while Jack began to chuckle and Bec grinned.
A fetching jockstrap had been draped over the statue of Lincoln, complete with pink trimming and sequins. Jill finally began to slot the pieces into place, and had a feeling that she knew who was behind it. Before she could voice her musings, the door flew open. Another collective shriek went up, along with the flashes of cameras. Jill strained to see what it was.
Leon came darting across the room, naked except for a placard held over his nether regions, emblazoned with the slogan 'RPD DANCE, 2001, LIVE IT UP!' in crude writing, he flashed Jill a smile as he ran across the room, and out of the door on the other side. Jill felt rooted to the spot and unable to speak, but Claire broke the silence.
'I knew he'd be naked when he returned' she declared triumphantly, before passing out on the floor.
Jill finally broke down into all out mirth, Phoenix joining her and Jack and Becca succumbing as well. The rest of the room began to laugh, with a few twittering in disapproval and some marvelling over the prank.
'C'mon, I think we'd better move Claire' said Jill, finally curbing her laughter. Phoenix wiped her eyes and nodded, helping Jill haul Claire to her feet. Despite being half unconscious, Claire's hand was tightly clenched around the nearly empty bottle of tequila. Jack quickly aided them and together they hauled Claire over to some chairs and propped her up.
'This certainly has been an eventful evening' noted Jack, grinning at Phoenix. Phoenix smiled back, the scowl that was on her face completely gone.
Bec was feeling slightly overwhelmed by the whole evening, and quietly excused herself and went outside. She was feeling dizzy from all the dancing and drinks, and needed some fresh air. Her little black dress was slightly damp from sweat, and Bec was relaxing in the refreshing air outside.
She had not only needed fresh air, but had to think as well. She had been putting it off all evening, but now she had to confront the whole issue. The letter that Carlos had handed her in the office had been a promotion.
She wasn't opposed to that, becoming head medic was a great honor and achievement for someone her age, but the fact was that it wasn't coming from Robertsville Police Department. It was from a department in Canada, a long way away from Robertsville. She had the choice of leaving her friends or moving to Canada to become head medic.
The decision wasn't exactly easy, it was either to leave behind the friends who had helped her through all the bad times and defeated Umbrella with, or to become a highly paid and esteemed member in a place faraway from them. The part that complicated it all most, was that feeling she had kept buried for a long time.
Bec was about to confront this as well, when Carlos walked outside and joined her.
He could see her from the entrance of the hall. A lone figure clad in a clinging black dress and with wavy red hair falling lightly to her shoulders. Carlos steeled himself, and restrained the urge to run the 100-yard dash and began to walk over to her.
'Hey Carlos' called Bec, smiling weakly at him. Carlos walked over to her, and joined her by the edge of the green.
'Am I interrupting you?' he asked, noticing that she had a slight frown on her face. Bec looked a little startled, and smiled again, the smile a little stronger than before.
'Of course not. I just needed some fresh air, it's really hot in there' she said easily, leaning back against the fence. Bec felt nettled and thrown off course. She had been examining her feelings for Carlos that she had thought she only possessed in the 'friend' form, but had recently discovered that she hadn't.
'Did you see Leon's little display?' joked Carlos.
'Who didn't? I take it was a bet' giggled Bec, poking Carlos's pocket that was stuffed full of $20 notes. Carlos patted the pocket and grinned.
'Barry had to pay up when he saw what we pulled' chuckled Carlos, looking at Bec.
'Wasn't the Chief pissed off?' questioned Bec curiously. Carlos winked at her and stepped in closer to her.
'He was laughing his ass off' he said simply, smoothing down his jacket with a proud expression. Becca couldn't help laughing at his triumphant expression, and he joined in too.
'Would you like to tell me what's bothering you?' asked Carlos, after beat. Bec looked thrown by his direct question and stared at him for a second before recovering.
'Nothing, what makes you think that?' she almost blurted out, fiddling with the top of the fence nervously. Carlos placed his fingers on her chin and tilted her face up to face his.
'It's just that you seemed to be having a great time in there and now you look kinda depressed' said Carlos in a low voice.
Bec debated in her mind whether to tell him about the letter. She decided to, as Carlos was a human lie detector and sooner or later she was going to have to tell all of them. She took a deep breath and firmly looked in his eyes.
'That letter I got a couple of days ago…' she began, choosing her words carefully.
'Yeah?' asked Carlos, motioning for her to continue. Bec broke eye contact and fiddled with the fence.
'It was offering me a job as head medic' she finished, looking back up into Carlos's eyes. Carlos reached forward and grasped her hands jubilantly.
'Bec, that's great!' he exclaimed, conscious that he was holding her hands. Bec kept hold of his hands.
'It was from a branch in Canada' she said, letting the words hang in the air for inspection. Carlos's expression changed from happy to pensive. Bec felt unable to watch his reaction, and stared at where their hands were interlocked.
'So what are you going to do?' asked Carlos, dreading the answer. Bec chanced a look at him and shrugged.
'It's either leave all my friends and stay here, or move there and become head medic'. Bec's shoulders drooped. 'Not an easy choice'.
Carlos didn't reply. He seemed absorbed in thought. Carlos was in turmoil inside. He had finally summoned up his courage to tell her how he felt about her, only to be faced with another problem. The problem that she might not only be living in Robertsville anymore, and even if she did stay, would she care about him?
'There's also another thing' said Bec, breaking into his thoughts. She let go of his hands and took a step back from him, she pursed her lips and seemed to be steeling herself, and Carlos watched her carefully.
'I've also realised that I feel something for someone I'll be leaving behind' she began, looking down at the ground, unable to meet Carlos's watchful brown eyes.
Carlos felt himself droop. She was going to tell him about she cared for Jack, and how she couldn't bear to leave him behind. He suddenly stood tall when he heard what she said next.
'That person is you' she said simply, a wry smile forming on her lips, blushing.
Carlos felt his heart skip and impulsively grabbed her hands and pulled her close. Bec let out a slight squeal, as Carlos looked deep into her eyes.
'Really? Are you sure? What about Jack?' he fired questions, all out at once. Bec flinched and looked away from him, and Carlos regretted firing the questions so quickly at her.
'Yes, I am sure. Never been surer before in my life. Jack…I love him so much, he's a great guy, but I can't hide my feelings for you' she said so quietly, that Carlos had to duck to hear her words. She wasn't used to making her feelings known like this, and was afraid at what Carlos's reaction might be.
This was all forgotten as Carlos pulled her into a close hug, resting his chin on her hair and then drawing away. Bec looked up at him, her eyes searching his.
'I came out here to tell you that I felt the same way about you, and that the thought of you leaving is…' Carlos broke off suddenly, not wanting to go too deeply into that matter. Bec reached out her arms, and Carlos pulled her close and she rested her head on her chest and shut her eyes.
A slow ballad started up inside the hall, and filtered outside into the green. Carlos held out his hand to Bec and bowed.
'Would you like to dance?' he asked with a theatrical flick. Bec grinned at him, and stepped into his arms again and wrapped her arms around his neck and began to sway to the music. Carlos draped his arms around her slender waist and enjoyed the feeling of her body close to his.
'Leon, you're DUH MAN!' shouted Chris, smacking Leon on the back. Leon nearly choked on his wine, but managed to return Chris's cheerful smile. He patted the pocket with his share of money in it, and turned to his girlfriend.
'Claire, how did you like it?' he asked jokily, wondering what shocking reply Claire would come up with. Claire grinned, her eyes crossed with alcohol and squeezed his thigh.
'You shouldn't have carried the placard, you look sexier without it' she assured him. Jill laughed and playfully smacked Leon's shoulder.
'Listen to the woman, Leon' joked Jill, beginning to enjoy herself. Jack and Phoenix both joined in with the laughter this time, and Jack teasingly took hold of Claire's hand.
'Claire, what would you have done if I had done what Leon had did?' he asked, wondering what the drunk Claire would come up with.
'I woulda ran up and smacked you saweet ass boy!' declared Claire, doing what she had proposed to do, to the surprise of the group. Jack jumped and dived behind Chris and Leon looked at him with mock surprise.
'Say, where's Carlos gone?' asked Phoenix, looking around the room for her date.
'He said he was going to his safe to stash his money, he'll be back anytime soon, Phoenix' said Chris.
'That reminds me, I'd better check on Bec, she stepped outside for a bit of fresh air. I'll be back in a minute' said Jack, sauntering outside.
The song had ended and Carlos was reluctant to let go of Bec.
'Do we have to go inside now?' asked Carlos, not wanting to tell Phoenix what he was going to do.
'I think we do, everyone will be getting suspicious' said Bec, moving away from him and just holding his hands. Carlos tilted his head and moved towards her and planted a kiss on her lips softly. Bec recoiled, but allowed him to cradle her cheeks and felt a shudder go through her from Carlos's touch.
'Becca!' called a voice from the entrance of the hall. Bec quickly pulled away and turned around to face a serious-looking Jack. Carlos felt his insides contract and waited for the next move.
Near to tears, Bec let go of Carlos's hand and looked up into Jack's cold blue eyes.
'We have to talk' she said simply, leading Jack into a secluded spot. Carlos stood alone outside, before turning around to venture inside and break his news to Phoenix.
Author's Notes: BUM BUM BUM BUM! There we have it! It was admittedly a bit sappy between Bec and Carlos, but hell, I'm a funny-kinda person and I'm no good with romance and angst! So what do you guys think, huh? Any good? This story is faaaarrr from being finished, I can tell ya! There's a lot more in store for these guys, you wait and see.
1. 'Time of Your Life' one of my favorite songs, I think it was perfectly suited to this chapter, and it's my personal fave.
2. The Prank: Okay, this sucked major! But I was totally out of ideas, so be nice! It was the best I could come up with, my mind was too drained to think up anything better!
3. Claire: I just had to add in a 'drunk Claire' because she would be kinda amusing with her drunken quips and remarks. She'll be a big source of fun in the next chapter, I can assure you.
Thanks to all you guys for reading this, I'll try to have the next instalment up soon, please read and review as this a BIG chapter in the fic, Thanks!
Bai~
'It's something unpredictable,
But in the end it's right,
I hope you had the time of your life….'
'Time of Your Life' by Green Day.
Chris came tiptoeing into the blackened out room, trying to avoid walking into fellow officers, but succeeding in slamming his knee hard against a conveniently placed table. Swearing under his breath, he continued to creep deeper into the throng of people, trying to make his way to the centre of the room where the statues were.
He placed his hand in his pocket, to check that his prop was still lodged there.
Chris could make out three large shapes in the dark; they were either very big people (slight emphasis on the very) or the three statues. He made his way to the middle one, and quickly whipping out his prop from his pocket and making the adjustments to the statue, he crept back out of the room.
'Jack, what's happening?' asked Bec, perturbed. The lights had suddenly cut, and the whole room was in complete darkness. The worst part was that several men had sauntered past and more than once she'd felt someone grab her ass.
The part that was even more disturbing was that, she couldn't figure out who they were. Most likely the layabouts from the control room, high on e-numbers from too many sugar doughnuts.
'Leon's gone out to check the fuse box, he'll have the lights on in no time' he said, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze. Bec rested her head against his shoulder and waited for the lights to come back on.
'This has to be the most CRAPPEST evening ever' grumbled Jill, wine glass in hand, perched on a chair. Phoenix was sitting next to her, also with a wine glass in her hand.
'You said it…my so-called date has left me repeatedly this evening and comes up with a load of excuses for it' said Phoenix, slightly annoyed, her fine features pulled into a scowl.
'I have no idea where any of our dates are, then to top it off, the lights cut out, they've run out of champagne at the bar and there's no more mini quiches left' growled Jill, rapidly draining her glass of wine and promptly cracking open another bottle. Claire, who was on her other side gurgled a response.
'I think Claire needs more tequila' observed Phoenix in the darkness, topping up Claire's glass. Claire promptly drained the whole glass and began to swig from the bottle.
'At least Bec and Jack are having a good time' commented Jill, watching to the two dark shapes standing next to each other. Phoenix squinted and then grinned at Jill.
'They sure do look happy' she said cheerfully, breaking open another bottle of sherry. 'Do you think they'll mind us drinking up all their alcohol?'
Jill shrugged and knocked back the last of her drink and refilled her glass. 'We would've drunk it all anyway, whether the lights were on or not'.
'True' slurred Claire from her chair, where she was slumped in an undignified position, her hair hanging over her face. 'I don't know where the fuck my love god is, but he better be naked by the time he comes back in' she declared indignantly, rocking backwards and forwards in her chair.
Before anybody could reply, the lights suddenly came back on, and the room was illuminated in bright light. A collective cheer went up from the formally dressed revellers, which quickly turned to horrified screams and laughter. Jill sat up in her seat to see what the commotion was.
Dragging an incoherent Claire to her feet, still clutching her tequila bottle, and with Phoenix in tow, Jill wandered over to the group forming around the statues in the middle of the room. Jack and Becca were at her side as well, as they made their way through the crowd.
Jill began to laugh when she saw what the subject of disturbance was, and Phoenix began to giggle. Claire smiled drunkenly, gulping down her tequila while Jack began to chuckle and Bec grinned.
A fetching jockstrap had been draped over the statue of Lincoln, complete with pink trimming and sequins. Jill finally began to slot the pieces into place, and had a feeling that she knew who was behind it. Before she could voice her musings, the door flew open. Another collective shriek went up, along with the flashes of cameras. Jill strained to see what it was.
Leon came darting across the room, naked except for a placard held over his nether regions, emblazoned with the slogan 'RPD DANCE, 2001, LIVE IT UP!' in crude writing, he flashed Jill a smile as he ran across the room, and out of the door on the other side. Jill felt rooted to the spot and unable to speak, but Claire broke the silence.
'I knew he'd be naked when he returned' she declared triumphantly, before passing out on the floor.
Jill finally broke down into all out mirth, Phoenix joining her and Jack and Becca succumbing as well. The rest of the room began to laugh, with a few twittering in disapproval and some marvelling over the prank.
'C'mon, I think we'd better move Claire' said Jill, finally curbing her laughter. Phoenix wiped her eyes and nodded, helping Jill haul Claire to her feet. Despite being half unconscious, Claire's hand was tightly clenched around the nearly empty bottle of tequila. Jack quickly aided them and together they hauled Claire over to some chairs and propped her up.
'This certainly has been an eventful evening' noted Jack, grinning at Phoenix. Phoenix smiled back, the scowl that was on her face completely gone.
Bec was feeling slightly overwhelmed by the whole evening, and quietly excused herself and went outside. She was feeling dizzy from all the dancing and drinks, and needed some fresh air. Her little black dress was slightly damp from sweat, and Bec was relaxing in the refreshing air outside.
She had not only needed fresh air, but had to think as well. She had been putting it off all evening, but now she had to confront the whole issue. The letter that Carlos had handed her in the office had been a promotion.
She wasn't opposed to that, becoming head medic was a great honor and achievement for someone her age, but the fact was that it wasn't coming from Robertsville Police Department. It was from a department in Canada, a long way away from Robertsville. She had the choice of leaving her friends or moving to Canada to become head medic.
The decision wasn't exactly easy, it was either to leave behind the friends who had helped her through all the bad times and defeated Umbrella with, or to become a highly paid and esteemed member in a place faraway from them. The part that complicated it all most, was that feeling she had kept buried for a long time.
Bec was about to confront this as well, when Carlos walked outside and joined her.
He could see her from the entrance of the hall. A lone figure clad in a clinging black dress and with wavy red hair falling lightly to her shoulders. Carlos steeled himself, and restrained the urge to run the 100-yard dash and began to walk over to her.
'Hey Carlos' called Bec, smiling weakly at him. Carlos walked over to her, and joined her by the edge of the green.
'Am I interrupting you?' he asked, noticing that she had a slight frown on her face. Bec looked a little startled, and smiled again, the smile a little stronger than before.
'Of course not. I just needed some fresh air, it's really hot in there' she said easily, leaning back against the fence. Bec felt nettled and thrown off course. She had been examining her feelings for Carlos that she had thought she only possessed in the 'friend' form, but had recently discovered that she hadn't.
'Did you see Leon's little display?' joked Carlos.
'Who didn't? I take it was a bet' giggled Bec, poking Carlos's pocket that was stuffed full of $20 notes. Carlos patted the pocket and grinned.
'Barry had to pay up when he saw what we pulled' chuckled Carlos, looking at Bec.
'Wasn't the Chief pissed off?' questioned Bec curiously. Carlos winked at her and stepped in closer to her.
'He was laughing his ass off' he said simply, smoothing down his jacket with a proud expression. Becca couldn't help laughing at his triumphant expression, and he joined in too.
'Would you like to tell me what's bothering you?' asked Carlos, after beat. Bec looked thrown by his direct question and stared at him for a second before recovering.
'Nothing, what makes you think that?' she almost blurted out, fiddling with the top of the fence nervously. Carlos placed his fingers on her chin and tilted her face up to face his.
'It's just that you seemed to be having a great time in there and now you look kinda depressed' said Carlos in a low voice.
Bec debated in her mind whether to tell him about the letter. She decided to, as Carlos was a human lie detector and sooner or later she was going to have to tell all of them. She took a deep breath and firmly looked in his eyes.
'That letter I got a couple of days ago…' she began, choosing her words carefully.
'Yeah?' asked Carlos, motioning for her to continue. Bec broke eye contact and fiddled with the fence.
'It was offering me a job as head medic' she finished, looking back up into Carlos's eyes. Carlos reached forward and grasped her hands jubilantly.
'Bec, that's great!' he exclaimed, conscious that he was holding her hands. Bec kept hold of his hands.
'It was from a branch in Canada' she said, letting the words hang in the air for inspection. Carlos's expression changed from happy to pensive. Bec felt unable to watch his reaction, and stared at where their hands were interlocked.
'So what are you going to do?' asked Carlos, dreading the answer. Bec chanced a look at him and shrugged.
'It's either leave all my friends and stay here, or move there and become head medic'. Bec's shoulders drooped. 'Not an easy choice'.
Carlos didn't reply. He seemed absorbed in thought. Carlos was in turmoil inside. He had finally summoned up his courage to tell her how he felt about her, only to be faced with another problem. The problem that she might not only be living in Robertsville anymore, and even if she did stay, would she care about him?
'There's also another thing' said Bec, breaking into his thoughts. She let go of his hands and took a step back from him, she pursed her lips and seemed to be steeling herself, and Carlos watched her carefully.
'I've also realised that I feel something for someone I'll be leaving behind' she began, looking down at the ground, unable to meet Carlos's watchful brown eyes.
Carlos felt himself droop. She was going to tell him about she cared for Jack, and how she couldn't bear to leave him behind. He suddenly stood tall when he heard what she said next.
'That person is you' she said simply, a wry smile forming on her lips, blushing.
Carlos felt his heart skip and impulsively grabbed her hands and pulled her close. Bec let out a slight squeal, as Carlos looked deep into her eyes.
'Really? Are you sure? What about Jack?' he fired questions, all out at once. Bec flinched and looked away from him, and Carlos regretted firing the questions so quickly at her.
'Yes, I am sure. Never been surer before in my life. Jack…I love him so much, he's a great guy, but I can't hide my feelings for you' she said so quietly, that Carlos had to duck to hear her words. She wasn't used to making her feelings known like this, and was afraid at what Carlos's reaction might be.
This was all forgotten as Carlos pulled her into a close hug, resting his chin on her hair and then drawing away. Bec looked up at him, her eyes searching his.
'I came out here to tell you that I felt the same way about you, and that the thought of you leaving is…' Carlos broke off suddenly, not wanting to go too deeply into that matter. Bec reached out her arms, and Carlos pulled her close and she rested her head on her chest and shut her eyes.
A slow ballad started up inside the hall, and filtered outside into the green. Carlos held out his hand to Bec and bowed.
'Would you like to dance?' he asked with a theatrical flick. Bec grinned at him, and stepped into his arms again and wrapped her arms around his neck and began to sway to the music. Carlos draped his arms around her slender waist and enjoyed the feeling of her body close to his.
'Leon, you're DUH MAN!' shouted Chris, smacking Leon on the back. Leon nearly choked on his wine, but managed to return Chris's cheerful smile. He patted the pocket with his share of money in it, and turned to his girlfriend.
'Claire, how did you like it?' he asked jokily, wondering what shocking reply Claire would come up with. Claire grinned, her eyes crossed with alcohol and squeezed his thigh.
'You shouldn't have carried the placard, you look sexier without it' she assured him. Jill laughed and playfully smacked Leon's shoulder.
'Listen to the woman, Leon' joked Jill, beginning to enjoy herself. Jack and Phoenix both joined in with the laughter this time, and Jack teasingly took hold of Claire's hand.
'Claire, what would you have done if I had done what Leon had did?' he asked, wondering what the drunk Claire would come up with.
'I woulda ran up and smacked you saweet ass boy!' declared Claire, doing what she had proposed to do, to the surprise of the group. Jack jumped and dived behind Chris and Leon looked at him with mock surprise.
'Say, where's Carlos gone?' asked Phoenix, looking around the room for her date.
'He said he was going to his safe to stash his money, he'll be back anytime soon, Phoenix' said Chris.
'That reminds me, I'd better check on Bec, she stepped outside for a bit of fresh air. I'll be back in a minute' said Jack, sauntering outside.
The song had ended and Carlos was reluctant to let go of Bec.
'Do we have to go inside now?' asked Carlos, not wanting to tell Phoenix what he was going to do.
'I think we do, everyone will be getting suspicious' said Bec, moving away from him and just holding his hands. Carlos tilted his head and moved towards her and planted a kiss on her lips softly. Bec recoiled, but allowed him to cradle her cheeks and felt a shudder go through her from Carlos's touch.
'Becca!' called a voice from the entrance of the hall. Bec quickly pulled away and turned around to face a serious-looking Jack. Carlos felt his insides contract and waited for the next move.
Near to tears, Bec let go of Carlos's hand and looked up into Jack's cold blue eyes.
'We have to talk' she said simply, leading Jack into a secluded spot. Carlos stood alone outside, before turning around to venture inside and break his news to Phoenix.
Author's Notes: BUM BUM BUM BUM! There we have it! It was admittedly a bit sappy between Bec and Carlos, but hell, I'm a funny-kinda person and I'm no good with romance and angst! So what do you guys think, huh? Any good? This story is faaaarrr from being finished, I can tell ya! There's a lot more in store for these guys, you wait and see.
1. 'Time of Your Life' one of my favorite songs, I think it was perfectly suited to this chapter, and it's my personal fave.
2. The Prank: Okay, this sucked major! But I was totally out of ideas, so be nice! It was the best I could come up with, my mind was too drained to think up anything better!
3. Claire: I just had to add in a 'drunk Claire' because she would be kinda amusing with her drunken quips and remarks. She'll be a big source of fun in the next chapter, I can assure you.
Thanks to all you guys for reading this, I'll try to have the next instalment up soon, please read and review as this a BIG chapter in the fic, Thanks!
Bai~