* BECKALICIOUS

[ 𝘁𝗲𝘅𝘁 : 𝐣𝐨𝐞 ] 𝚑𝚒𝚢𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 [ 𝘁𝗲𝘅𝘁 : 𝐣𝐨𝐞 ] 𝚒'𝚖 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚎, 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚋𝚢?

          ( & just like that, i press send. there’s no hesitation, no reluctance. it felt normal                       it felt right. i haven’t felt like this in what seems like forever, i never knew i                          could feel like this again. you make me happy, joe. you really do. )

beck’s lips curve into a smile; she felt like a giddy teenage girl when she had pressed ‘ send ’. her stomach was filled with fluttering butterflies. in some way, it was an unsettling feeling. it was foreign to her in some sense; but beck didn’t dare object to it. she liked the feeling, no, she loved it. 

you’re busy. that’s the immediate reply when you hear the buzz from your phone which is slung across your desk (you say slung, like it wasn’t very deliberately placed four inches away from the corner with the edge running parallel to the screen) but when your eyes see the name, and the face that brightens your screen, you pick it up.

you figure you’re always going to pick it up for beck. so you lean back in your chair, and the text back is immediate. you take care of beck. if she comes to you, hurt, you answer. you help. you stroke her hair until she doesn’t feel so nauseous, and hug her until she knows it’s going to be fine. that’s what you do.

         (but for a moment, you don’t. you figure beck has joe or whatever boyfriend she’s onto now, and you have work to get on with. real, tangible work, not the idle pressing of laptop keys and pretending it makes something legible. so the last three texts go ignored, until they become more desperate. dammit.)

                   [text: beckalish]:  are you okay?                    [text: beckalish]: what do you need?

      the biting cold was beginning to take a toll on beck. her knees were beginning to shake & tremble; her numb hands digging into her warm coat pockets. ( she hated this, she hated pitying herself ) frustration & hopelessness began to rage throughout beck’s mind      her cerulean hues closing shut for a split second, and then, ping   !! 

      with a swift, quick move of beck’s hand she grabs her phone from the back pocket of her worn-out jeans. her slender fingers were practically attacking the glass screen. beck’s attention is averted to her screen; to peach’s messages. ( she seemed genuinely worried, like, actually worried. ). anxiety began to fill her gut. 

[ 𝘁𝗲𝘅𝘁 : 𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵 ]   𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑, 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚢 𝚝𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚜?? [ 𝘁𝗲𝘅𝘁 : 𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵 ]  𝚒 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 [ 𝘁𝗲𝘅𝘁 : 𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵 ] 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊s𝚎

     there was a sense of urgency in beck’s messages. she feels alone, hurt & abandoned            like a puppy left in the cold. she hates to be ignored. she absolutely hates it. 

      a heavy sigh escapes beck’s lips. her next instinct is to text joe       but no. not right       now. she wasn’t in the proper mental state to talk to anyone        not even peach. but       she still wanted to talk. desperation had certainly gotten the  best  of her. the heel of       beck’s shoe met the wet asphalt; it had rained earlier. she was too distracted to even       notice. too distracted by her troubled mind; her troubled thoughts. maybe it’s the alco      -hol that's the one to blame here. hmm, perhaps. but that didn’t seem to bother her in                                                                   the slightest.

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