And then she grabbed her bag…
because like hell she was letting Becky out of her sight now.
Evening Parking Lot
Classes dripped into evening like slow honey — the sky painted lavender, campus finally exhaling. Most students were already leaving in packs, laughter echoing through the courtyard.
Becky, however?
She wasn’t leaving.
She leaned on Freen’s bike like a certified girlfriend on duty™, backpack dropped, helmet dangling from fingers, checking the corridor every 2 seconds.
Becky (muttering):
“She said five minutes… it’s been thirty-five. Should I send a search team? Call NASA? File a missing nerd report?”
And then— There she was.
Freen Sarocha Champak, in all her post-lecture glory: notebook hugged to chest, glasses slipping down, hair messy like she wrestled with physics and won.
Becky lit up instantly, bouncing toward her.
Becky:
“Baby, even today? Half the college is home, some are eating dinner already, and you are still in class.
What do you even do in there for so long?”
Freen adjusted her glasses, dead serious:
Freen:
“I was having a private conversation.”
Becky:
“With who? God?”
Freen:
“No — the whiteboard.
It listens.”
Becky froze. Blinked.
Then burst into laughter.
Becky:
“My girlfriend flirts with a whiteboard. Amazing. I lost to stationary.”
Freen squinted at her.
Freen:
“Whiteboards are loyal. They don’t run away mid-kiss.”
Becky gasped, eyes widening, cheeks pink.
Becky:
“That was a tactical escape and you know it!”
Freen shrugged smugly and took the helmet, tapping Becky’s nose.
Freen:
“Mm-hmm. Run again. I dare you.”
Becky muttered something dramatic and climbed on the bike. Freen followed, slid her arms around Becky’s waist just to tease—
Becky (choking):
“Why are you holding me?”
Freen (innocent):
“You escaped once.
This time, I’m not letting go.”
Becky turned red like someone pressed a tomato filter.
Becky:
“I— that— shut up and drive.”
Freen smirked, kicked the bike to life, and off they went — city lights flickering, evening air soft and cool. Becky leaned slightly back into her, smiling without meaning to.
And just like that, the world felt simple again.
No dramas.
No misunderstandings.
Just two idiots on a bike…
…and the bike rolled up right in front of Becky’s house like it knew the way by heart.
Becky (softly, stepping down):
“You still drove here without asking.”
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When Love Crashed In
FanfictionFreen was supposed to confess. Becky was supposed to be hers. But one unexpected "yes" at the wrong time, in the wrong place, to the wrong person breaks everything, they never admitted out loud. Now, the air is thick with silence, the group chat i...
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