Walk A Mile [FreenBecky]

Chapter 25

Nun wasn't as livid as Freen had been expecting her to be. Instead of being greeted by a formal cursing out session, she was met with loving arms and a tight embrace. She knew the intent behind it and they didn't exchange any words when Freen and Becky had made it back home. While Becky was starting to think that she wasn't included in the reunion, Nun reached out and pulled her into a hug that was just as genuine as the concern she had for her daughter.

"Don't you ever pull anything like that ever again," Nun admonished the both of them.

"We won't," Freen promised quickly when Nun let them go. She was surprised that she was getting off so easily. Or so she thought.

"I know you won't. Give me your keys," Nun demanded, knowing that despite the fact that she was okay, there had to be consequences.

Freen sighed and willingly gave up her car keys without much of a fight. There was no way she'd get away with it completely. However, taking her keys wasn't much of a problem due to the fact that she was a couch potato during the summer. All this meant was that she would probably have to pester Nam and Noey for rides for the next week or so.

"Now, tell me how you two even ended up staying there?" Nun's dynamic changed from relief, to stern, and now to curious. The constant shifts were giving Becky whiplash.

"We just fell asleep after we-" Freen began to reveal, but thankfully caught herself. The scarlet tone her face had taken on had probably outed her.

"After you...?" Nun encouraged her to finish her sentence.

"After we... Went... To the store..." Freen fabricated and glanced at Becky to see if she was being as obvious. Her girlfriend was cool and collected while Freen was a damn mess. She was a horrible liar, and she found that Becky was no better.

"To buy some milk," Becky added helpfully with a nod that she thought was pretty convincing.

"Okay..." Nun skeptically looked between the two of their guilty faces and decided not to press the matter. She felt like she knew, but she didn't want any confirmation. If she didn't acknowledge it, it didn't happen. On that note, she left the two girls alone and sauntered elsewhere.

"That was awful," Freen let out the breath she'd been holding and laughed at Becky. "Milk? Really?"

"Like you could come up with something better," Becky scoffed and pushed against Freen's shoulder.

"Milk..." Freen said again and giggled at the peculiar item that came to her girlfriend's head, of all things. "I'm almost certain she knows."

"She probably knows we were lying, but she can't know what we were lying about," Becky smirked at Freen while they made their way out of the kitchen.

"Whatever you say, Becbec," Freen sighed and followed her down the hall.

"I still can't believe we did that," Becky said almost inaudibly as they ascended up the stairs and towards Freen's room.

"Me neither. I keep thinking about it and it's like I can't process that it actually happened," Freen admitted when they were once more in the privacy of her room. "I never saw it coming."

"Well, I saw it coming. We've always had that tension, you know," Becky snuck a glance at her figure and the nude image popped into her mind inappropriately. She was only proving herself right. "It was always more of a when than an if."

"I guess you could say that," Freen's lips curled into a coy smirk. "What kind of tension was it, exactly? I'm not sure I know what you mean..." she hinted and pushed the door closed.