Becky's POV
In the days leading up to Freen's graduation, she was not only focused on academic preparations but also on her passion for music. She and her band had been rehearsing tirelessly for a special performance at the graduation after party in the university's grand auditorium.
Freen's voice filled the auditorium, commanding attention and eliciting applause from the onlookers. Her bandmates, equally skilled and passionate, added to the magic of the performance.
Me and Irin took our seat in the audience, eager to watch their rehearsal. Although it wasn't the final event, a significant number of students had already gathered, with a noticeable majority being girls.
As I settled into my seat, I felt a subtle nudge of anticipation. To my delight, Freen, had spotted us and playfully winked. The surrounding onlookers, mostly girls, erupted into excited exclamations.
I overheard some of them exclaim, "Oh, Freen winked at me, I could die!" while others claimed, "No, she winked at me!" I couldn't help but chuckle at their reactions, secure in the knowledge that Freen's wink was undoubtedly meant for me—after all, I am her girlfriend.
In the midst of all the excitement in the audience, I couldn't help but feel a burst of pride and love for Freen. As the rehearsal went on, I continued to watch her with a grin on my face, taking in every captivating detail of her incredibly hot look.
Freen was dressed in her school uniform, a perfectly tailored black suit that accentuated her sleek, slender figure. Her white long sleeves were rolled up just enough to reveal a hint of her toned arms. The top button of her shirt was undone, adding a touch of casual elegance to her attire. Her necktie hung loosely, drawing attention to her graceful neck and the subtle curve of her collarbone.
The way her uniform fit her highlighted her confident and alluring presence. She moved with grace and poise, her every step exuding a magnetic charm. The contrast of the formal uniform against her natural beauty made her look irresistibly sexy.
As I watched her, I couldn't help but be entranced by her allure. Her look was a captivating blend of sophistication and sexiness, leaving me utterly smitten.
As the rehearsal continued, my gaze remained fixed on Freen, appreciating every nuance of her magnetic appearance. The way she fix her hair, at it fell just right, framing her face with a hint of messy hot look, added to the irresistible aura she exuded.
She looked at me through the audience and Freen's eyes sparkled with enthusiasm, and her lips curled into a mischievous yet inviting smile. It was a look that seemed to say, "I know you're watching, and I love it."
I found myself drawn deeper into her performance, not just because of her undeniable talent, but also because of the effortless sensuality she exuded. It was a powerful reminder of why I was so fortunate to be her girlfriend.
I couldn't wait to wrap my arms around her and tell her just how incredibly sexy she looked up there on stage.
It became evident that I wasn't the only one enchanted by Freen's allure, as I overheard hushed whispers and giggles from some of the other girls in the audience. They, too, seemed to be captivated by her irresistible charm and sexiness.
The group of girls seated at my back there was gossiping about Freen, their whispers not as discreet as they might have thought.
Girl 1: "I mean, have you heard her sing? It's like her voice is pure magic."
Girl 2: "I know, right? And she's so talented, it's crazy. I wish I could be with her, even just for one night."
Girl 3: "Totally! I mean, I'd give anything to be in her girlfriend's shoes, especially with her gorgeous lips."
As I continued to listen to the girls' conversation behind me, it became clear that their admiration for Freen had taken a more personal turn.
Girl 1: "I can only imagine how sweet her lips must be. I mean, she's got that charismatic charm."
Girl 2: "And have you seen her moves on stage? She's probably just as amazing in bed."
Girl 3: "Oh, I've definitely fantasized about being with her, kissing all of me."
Their conversation had shifted from admiration to something more intimate, and it made me chuckle quietly. However, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride, knowing that she was mine and no one can have her like I do.
As the girls continued their hushed conversation, one of them cautioned the others to keep their voices low, as they were well aware I was seated in the same crowd.
Girl 1 (whispering): "Hey, guys, keep it down a bit. Her girlfriend is right there."
Girl 2 (whispering): "Oh, please, I don't care. I'd do anything to be with her. She's just so irresistible."
However, the third girl seemed undeterred by the caution and spoke with determination.
Girl 3 (less concerned): "Honestly, I don't mind if she's there. If I had the chance, I'd totally try to seduce Freen. Who wouldn't want a taste of that gorgeousness?"
As the girls continued their bold conversation, my amusement grew, and I couldn't help but wonder how Freen would react if she knew what they were saying.
Girl 1 (whispering): "You're crazy, girl.."
Girl 2 (whispering): "I mean, can you blame me? She's just so hot. I'd love to find out if she's as captivating behind closed doors."
Girl 3 (less concerned): "I'd take that chance in a heartbeat... I have so much fantasy on her"
As I continued to listen to the girls' audacious conversation, I couldn't deny that it was both amusing and irritating. Their boldness was surprising, and it sparked a sense of possessiveness over Freen.
While I was amused by their fantasies, I also felt a growing irritation. Freen was mine, and I wanted to make it clear to them.
During a break in the rehearsal, Freen made her way over to where I was seated in the audience. Her eyes sparkled with excitement as she greeted me with a warm smile.
Freen: "Hey, baby. How's it going so far?"
I returned her smile and replied, "It's been amazing. You're absolutely killing it up there. Those girls in the back can't stop talking about you."
Freen: "Oh, really? What are they saying?"
I leaned in and whispered in her ear, "They're practically fantasizing about you, especially the one in the middle."
Freen teased me, her playful nature shining through as she leaned closer and said, "Well, I want to know all about these girls and their fantasies. Should I go have a chat with them?"
I gave her a sharp stare, my eyes locking onto hers, and she just chuckled.
Freen: "Babe, your fantasies are the only ones I intend to fulfill. I've got the best girlfriend ever, haven't I "
Her words were filled with a promise that made my heart skip a beat. In that moment, I knew that our connection was unbreakable, and I felt a renewed sense of love and devotion for the incredible woman in front of me.
As Freen leaned in for a soft kiss, the undeniable chemistry between us filled the air. It didn't go unnoticed by the girls at the back, who couldn't help but giggle and express their wishes aloud, saying, "Oh, I wish that's me."
Hearing their comments, I held Freen even tighter and deepened the kiss, responding with equal passion, making it abundantly clear to everyone that she was undeniably mine.
As we separated from the kiss, Freen couldn't resist teasing, "Oh, that was quite a reaction! If you'd respond like that to every girl who fantasizes about me, I might just wish for more of them." She giggled mischievously.
I chuckled, leaning in to whisper in her ear, "No more, please, or I won't let you out of the house." My words were filled with playfulness, and we shared a moment of lighthearted affection, our love and connection stronger than ever.
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Becky's POV
The day of Freen's graduation had finally arrived, and it was a day of mixed emotions. We had been through so much together, and now it was time to celebrate her achievements.
Freen looked radiant in her graduation gown and cap, her smile reflecting the pride and excitement she felt. I stood by her side, feeling a surge of happiness and a touch of nostalgia as we made our way to the ceremony.
Friends and family filled the auditorium, their faces beaming with pride, ready to celebrate this important milestone.
Throughout the ceremony, I watched Freen with admiration as she listened to the speeches and accolades. Her hard work and dedication had paid off, and it was a moment to savor.
When her name was called to receive her diploma, my heart swelled with pride. I cheered with unrestrained joy, and as Freen walked across the stage, our eyes locked in a moment of shared accomplishment.
The graduation after-party was the perfect way to continue celebrating Freen's achievement. It was a lively and vibrant event filled with friends and family, all eager to join in the festivities. One of the highlights of the party was the performance by Freen's band.
As they took the stage, the crowd erupted into cheers and applause. Freen, with her musical talent and charisma, was a natural on stage. Her bandmates rocked out alongside her, and the energy in the room was electric.
The graduation after-party was a blast, with an electrifying performance by Freen's band that had everyone dancing and singing along.
As the night went on, we, the junior members of our close-knit group, surprised the graduating members with a private party. It was our way of celebrating their achievements and creating lasting memories together.
The surprise private party was actually a night out, we headed to Nop's family's private vacation house near the area. The house was perfect for our celebration, boasting a large pool area and a karaoke setup.
We enjoyed a delightful evening by the pool, with some of us taking refreshing dips while others sang their hearts out on the karaoke machine. The atmosphere was lively, filled with music and laughter.
As the night wore on, we savored the delicious food and shared stories of our time together. It was a night that symbolized our close bond and the excitement for the future. In the glow of the poolside lights, we created memories that would last a lifetime, marking the end of one chapter and the start of a new adventure together.
As Freen and I found a quiet spot away from the crowd, we exchanged warm smiles, fully aware of the significance of the day and the journey we had undertaken together. The soft poolside lights cast a cozy, intimate glow around us.
Freen gently took my hand, her eyes reflecting a mix of emotions. "Can you believe we've come this far?" she asked, her voice tinged with nostalgia.
I nodded in agreement, returning her gaze. "It's been an amazing journey, and I'm incredibly proud of you, Freen. Your achievements have been nothing short of remarkable, and I'm grateful to have been there with you every step of the way."
Freen's expression softened, and she moved closer. "I couldn't have done it without your unwavering support," she whispered, her words filled with sincerity. "You've been my pillar of strength, my inspiration, and my greatest cheerleader."
I brushed a strand of hair away from her face, my heart brimming with love and affection. "And you, my love, have been my source of joy and motivation," I replied.
"But I'm also sad that you'll be heading to New York for a year without me," I continued, a touch of longing in my voice. "I hope that year will pass quickly, and then it'll be my freshman year at Harvard, and we can be together again."
Freen replied with reassurance, "It will pass like a snap, baby, and we'll share a campus again, seeing each other daily."
Freen's smile radiated warmth, and she leaned in for a gentle kiss, sealing the moment with a promise of a future filled with love and adventures.
When we parted, I urged her to join me at the karaoke and said, "Come, I'd like to dedicate a song to you."
Freen agreed with a playful twinkle in her eye, and we made our way to the karaoke setup. The atmosphere was alive with the sounds of laughter and music from the ongoing celebration.
I took the microphone and looked at Freen, a smile on my face. "This one's for you," I said as I chose a heartfelt song that conveyed all the emotions I couldn't put into words.
The music began, and I started singing, my voice trembling with emotion at first but growing steadier as the song progressed.
As I sang, I gazed at Freen, pouring my feelings into every word, and it felt like the room disappeared, leaving just the two of us in that shared moment.
🎵 🎵 🎵 🎵 🎵 🎵
I might be crazy for loving you, baby
Or maybe I'm out of my mind
'Cause I'm still not sick of you
Guess there's nothing you could do
That could make me change my mind
'Cause you're mine and I'm yours
By the time we leave this room
We won't know Winter from June
We've run out of things to do
And I'm still not sick of you
You, you
Still not sick of you
You
Guess there's nothing you could do
You
I might be crazy for loving you, baby
Or maybe I'm out of my mind
Still not sick of you
🎵 🎵 🎵 🎵 🎵 🎵
When the song came to an end, there was a round of applause and cheers from our friends, appreciating the dedication. As the applause and cheers filled the room, Freen's eyes sparkled with gratitude and love.
She joined me on the stage, and I whispered, "Baby, no matter how 'stupid' you are," playfully emphasizing the word, "You are my 'stupid,' and I will still not be sick of you. I love you."
I leaned in and kissed Freen, our lips meeting in a sweet, affectionate connection. It was a moment filled with love and a touch of playfulness.
As we pulled away from the kiss, our friends, who had been watching, teased us with grins and playful comments. "Hey, you two, get a room!" they joked, causing us all to burst into laughter.
It was a lighthearted moment, and we couldn't help but chuckle at our friends' good-natured ribbing. The evening continued with music, laughter, and shared memories, a testament to the enduring bond we all had as a close-knit group of friends.
Author's Note:
This special chapter wasn't originally planned, but it came about spontaneously. I stumbled upon the pictures of Freen and Beck in school uniforms and then I happened to be listening to the song "Sick of You" by Suriel Hess, and it just felt like the perfect match for the characters. So, I ended up writing this chapter! Haha
Also what do you think if I write one shots or shorter stories? What do you think?... hmmm