Picture of Mel ^
Becca POV
The night went by so quickly. I loved meeting Rene and Mel. I can't believe Asher never told me that he has a sister.
"I had a great time tonight." I say as Asher drives me home.
"So did I. My family really likes you especially Mel. I'm pretty sure she loves you more than I do." Asher explains.
"I'm glad, she's a sweet girl." We pull into my driveway and Asher turns off the car.
"Thanks for the ride."
"You remember the first time I gave you a ride?"
"How could I forget, I practically had to beg you."
"I had a major crush on you, which was strange because I didn't even know you."
"I didn't like you because you were a jerk."
"But now you're in love with me." He mocks.
"Yeah, whatever, ya dork." I smirk. We get out of the car and walk up to the door.
"I guess I'll see you tomorrow."
"Come here." I extend my arms, wanting a hug. He steps closer, wrapping his arms around me. I stare into his eyes, searching for emotions. All I see is joy. I smile.
"What are you smiling about?"
"You're happy."
"Yes, you make me happy." I giggle a little at his statement.
"You know what your sister told me?"
"What?"
"If you kiss someone, then you really love them."
"Do you really love me?" I lean in kissing him gently, "You call that a kiss?"
"Okay, Mr. Arrogant, you do better th-
I'm interrupted by his lips crashing into mine. It turns into a really passionate kiss really quickly.
"Definitely not what I wanted to see on my porch." My dad says, opening the front door. I turn my head, facing him and Ed. Asher and I step away from eachother
"I was just about to leave sir," Asher says, blushing.
"Actually, it's good I caught you, I want you to come to the studio tomorrow after school. I want you there at 4:30 sharp."
"Yes, sir."
"Goodnight Ash." I say.
"Goodnight Bec." He says giving me a quick kiss on the cheek.
"Thanks for keeping it PG that time." My dad says as Asher leaves.
"Dad, give him a break." I say, entering the house and closing the door behind me.
"He's your boyfriend, it's my job to give him a hard time."
"He's a good kid, and you make him uncomfortable."
"Good."
"Ed, why are you still here?" I ask, changing the subject.
"There was a minor fire at my hotel and they asked us to find residence elsewhere." Ed replies, "Also, your father offered."
"Oh," I say.
"Shouldn't you get to bed?" My father says in an authoritative tone.
"Shouldn't you? It is really late."
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Dancing Through Life
Teen Fiction- I don't dance when I'm being told what to do. Dancing is an art. You don't tell an artist what to paint, and you don't tell a dancer what to dance. It's independent - Rebecca is a relatively normal teenage girl apart from the fact that both of her...
