The next morning Becky and Carmella woke up next to each other. Feeling the after effects of the alcohol, Becky wished she had been a little smarter about drinking so much.
Carmella buried her head into a pillow, trying to block out the sunshine. "I feel like dying." She groaned into the pillow.
Becky chuckled, rubbed her eyes, and yawned. "You can't, I'll get lonely."
Carmella looked at Becky. "Aww... You're such a girl."
Becky sat up and played with her hands nervously. Carmella gave her a curious look.
"What's up, Becky?" Carmella asked.
Becky shook her head. "It's stupid..."
"Is it about last night?" Carmella asked. Becky nodded her head. Carmella sat up beside Becky. "You were drunk and hurting. It's ok, believe me." Carmella said, showing she meant her words with a gentle smile.
Becky smiled. "Thanks. But it wasn't just because I was drunk..." She paused and nervously chuckled. "But I also like you too."
Carmella tilted her head at Becky. "You do, since when?" She asked.
"Well the last two months you were the only one who cared enough to ask how I was... And you kept buying me ice cream and liquor so that was a huge turn on."
Becky and Carmella shared a laugh. Carmella took Becky's hand in hers. "That's cause I had a crush on you, and was super jealous of Charlotte." She admitted.
Becky smiled at Carmella. Carmella leaned over and gently kissed Becky.
Becky let out a quiet laugh. "So, are we a thing now?"
Carmella smirked. "I'm down if you are."
"I am." Becky said with a smile.