That Was When He Saw Her Chapter 13, a 7th heaven fanfic

Becca didn't contact Wilson for another week. The waiting was driving him batty. Every night, his father would come home form work and ask him if he had heard from her. Reluctantly, he always shook his head no. Dr. West was secretly happy about that, but didn't let on to Wilson. He didn't think his son was anywhere near ready to get married.

Wilson knew more than his father thought, however. He knew the odds were against him, but he also believed that if you really want something no one has the right to stand in your way. He wanted to marry Becca. The only real obstacle now was Becca herself. She rarely returned his phone calls, she was never home, and he barely had any contact with her.

After days upon days of her giving him the cold shoulder, Wilson decided he had to do something. His school let out a half hour later than Becca's did and was three miles away. Wilson had one of the later lunch periods, so after lunch he ditched and started walking. He didn't arrive at CGP until about twenty minutes before school got out.

Wilson scoured the student lot for Becca's car. There were so many luxury vehicles in the lot that it took him longer because he stopped a few times to admire them. He was never a huge car connoisseur, but he knew fine craftsmanship when he saw it. After all, that was why he latched on to Becca. He leaned against the door of her car when he heard the bell ring. Girls poured outside from every direction. When she came out and saw him, she was shocked and appalled. There had been a reason she was avoiding him.

"How did you get here?"

"I walked."

"You skipped, didn't you?"

He laughed. "Yeah, like half my day. Right after lunch. It took forever to walk here."

"You shouldn't have done that," she said as she opened the door to the backseat and threw her backpack inside.

"Why not?"

She sighed. "Do you have any idea how much trouble you're going to get into? You missed three classes. That's like a months worth of detention."

"It's worth it if I get to see you," he reasoned. "You're avoiding me. Did I scare you off?"

"Maybe. And-" She stopped because Wilson wasn't listening to her. He was too busy staring at all the girls who were stopping in the middle of the parking lot to stare at them. "Why aren't you listening to me?"

He blushed. "Because everyone's staring."

"Forget them. You wanted to talk to me and now I'm talking. Pay attention." She was annoyed.

"Sorry. What were you saying?"

"I was saying that there was another reason I was avoiding you." She looked up at his face. "I've been talking to Stephanie. Her break starts on Tuesday. She's going to fly back here to see me."

"I'm assuming you told her then." She nodded. "Did you call her or did she call you?"

"I called her. I needed someone to talk to and it couldn't be you. I was out of options." She stared at him. "I'm leaving now. Are you getting in or are you staying here?"

He walked around to the other side of the car and got in. Before she was able to back out, though, he put his hand on hers. "Are you feeling OK?"

"A little queasy, but fine," she answered honestly. "Why?"

"You just seem different. I wanted to know why."

"I'm sorry," she said, but she hardly sounded like she meant it. "I'm just a little stressed out right now. School, you, the pregnancy, my sister." She changed her tone. "You saying that you wanted to marry me threw me for a loop. I wasn't expecting it at all. I've thought about it, and it doesn't seem like a bad idea. I just don't know if it's the right idea."

"I'm not rushing you. You have all the time you need." Inside, he was grinning. She was going to come around. This might actually happen. Sometime in the near future, he might actually marry Becca Tanny.

Becca parked her silver Audi in the hourly parking lot of the GlenOak airport. Her sister's plane was arriving in twenty-minutes, and she didn't go to school so she could spend the day with her. She walked inside and found the gate Stephanie's flight was said to be arriving at. The people from the airline said that the plane arrived a few minutes early, and the passengers would be disembarking in a few minutes.

Stephanie hadn't been in GlenOak in three years. She left without a word to go Philadelphia for U Penn and hadn't looked back. Sometimes Becca thought about her, but the longer she had been gone, the easier it was to live without her. A lot of the time, like now, she wished Stephanie had stayed with her. Maybe if she stayed, Becca thought, I wouldn't have messed up my life so badly.

The passengers started to come out of the gate and greet each other. Some were businessmen, others were grandparents or families coming to California for a winter vacation. There were also a bunch of college students, which was to be expected. From everything Becca understood, Philadelphia and Pennsylvania as a whole was a very big college area.

Becca saw Stephanie a few people back. She had blonde hair a little past her shoulders and was wearing a U Penn sweatshirt and fashionable sweatpants. Her big sunglasses were pushed up into her hair, like the way she always wore them, and her green eyes darted around the area looking for her baby sister. When she finally found her, her face showed a multitude of emotions.

Becca waved from a few feet in the distance and Stephanie walked up to her. "Hi."

"Hi."

Becca pointed to the weekender in her sister's hand. "Is that all you brought?"

"Yup. I'm only staying for three days you know. Then my friend's coming to pick me up and he's driving me north to stay with him and some other people in his parents ski lodge for the rest of the time off. He's Jewish, so he doesn't care about Christmas."

The girls started to walk out of the airport. "Don't you care?"

"I don't have anyone to celebrate with, so not really."

"You could stay Steph. Screw Mom and Dad and we could just have Christmas by ourselves."

"Look, I feel guilty enough for leaving in the first place. Don't try to sucker me into staying for the holidays. I don't want to spend my whole break evading Mom and Dad. You're lucky I came at all."

"Fine." Becca showed her sister to the parking lot and then to her car.

"This yours?" she asked regarding the car as she threw her bag in the trunk.

"Yup. I got it for my birthday."

"It's really nice Becca."

"Thanks. Now where to?"

She shrugged. "I can't check into the hotel until after noon, so we can do whatever you want." Becca didn't look too enthused. "You OK?"

"Yeah. I just have a lot going on. I've been spacing out lately. Sorry."

"You're sixteen, right? Want to go to the mall? I've got twenty bucks with your name on it."

Becca laughed and started the engine. "Sure."

A/N: So what do you think of Stephanie? I love her. I wish I could have developed her more, had her appear more in the story. A whole story could be written about her herself. (Don't worry, I'm not planning on writing one.) She's in the next chapter more. That's when you really get to see her.

Ah, the wonders of an original, underdeveloped character. Please review.