That Was When He Saw Her Chapter 3, a 7th heaven fanfic

The phone rang and Wilson answered it.

"Hey? You want to go to the mall with me, Scott, and Tim?" It was Tyler.

"I guess. What do you want at the mall?"

"Nothing, but that's where girls hang out."

"Fine. Is Tim driving?"

"Yup. He'll be at your house in two minutes."

Wilson laughed. "OK."

For a Friday night, the mall was pretty dead. Wilson and his friends surmised that it was homecoming for the local high school, so that was where most of the mall rats were for the night. Since most of the Kennedy girls weren't around, there were more from California Girls Prep. They cruised around the food court, outside the movie theater- anywhere they thought they could pick up chicks.

Just when they were about to give up hope, a girl came running up behind Wilson and covered his eyes. He grabbed her hands and turned around.

"Hey stranger," Becca said. "You didn't call."

"Well, that's because you have a boyfriend." Wilson could see her gaggle of friends behind her giving him dirty looks. He was no Richie.

"Yeah, so? He doesn't own me. I'm allowed to have friends."

"You want to be my friend?"

"Maybe. You'll have to call me to find out."

"Oh, I see." Wilson smiled a genuine smile. "I'll call you then. One day, I promise."

"OK. I'll see you around. Bye Wilson."

She left with her five friends, giggling away and skipping off. Tyler, Scott, and Tim all gave Wilson a domineering yet approving glance. Wilson could tell what they were all thinking by their looks, but he waited for someone to verbally say it. Of course it was Tyler.

"She's Richie's girlfriend and everything, and I don't know how exclusive they are, but she definitely wants you. Bad. You're a lucky guy, she's gorgeous."

"Yeah, but Richie'll kill you if you touch her. He's very protective of her," Tim added.

"I know. This was only the second time I've talked to her. Calm down."

Tyler scoffed. "Dude, she gave you her number. She wants you to call her. How can you not see it?"

"Look, nothing is going on. There's nothing to see. Stop making such a big deal out of nothing."

When Wilson returned from the mall at 9:30, he decided he would call Becca. He wanted to wait until Saturday, but part of him thought that would come off as rude.

"Hello?"

"Hi, It's Wilson."

"Wow. What, did you race home to call me?"

"No. I just got in and I thought I'd call. But if you don't want to talk to me then I can call back."

"I was kidding kid. Calm down."

"Kid?"

"Yeah. You are a year and a half younger than me. You're still a freshman; you're a kid."

"Ah, I see how it goes."

"Yup."

A lull in the conversation crept up on them. They both felt that this was wrong. Richie was going to find out and then they both would be in major trouble. And yet, neither of them really cared. Both for entirely different reasons, but the outcome remained the same. They stayed on the phone.

"So what do you want to talk about?" Wilson asked. He had no idea how to talk to girls, so he figured if he was honest and direct she might throw him a bone.

"I don't know," she responded nonchalantly. "Are you dating anyone?"

"No, but… what are you doing?" Against his better judgment, he forged forward. "Are you just toying with me to make Richie jealous or something?"

"Not really, but I could if I wanted to. I'm not like that though. I'd tell you if I was using you."

"How nice of you."

"I think so." She smiled. Wilson was a nice guy, too nice to dump most of her problems onto. The doorbell rang and saved her from getting too close. "I have to go. Richie's at the door. Want me to tell him you said hi?"

"Dear God no."

She chuckled heartily. "OK. I'll be seeing you. Bye."

"Bye."

Seems Becca's got a little crush on Wilson. Whatever will happen next? Review.