Amelia
“Sis…” Becca sighed, looking at me softly “... You know we can go over right?”
“I don't want to impose on their time together.”
“Bullshit, you're shooting lasers out of your eyes at them.”
I smirked, Becca could always pull me out of my funk.
“Yeah… but won't it be weird if I go over there and join them? I don't want to come off as clingy and insecure.”
“I don't get what's going on here. Are you… are you seriously trying to give me a reason why you can't go over there and meet your man who is hanging out with his best friend? A best friend who is aware of your relationship?”
“Maybe?”
Becca sighed, “Amelia Reynolds, this isn't how I raised you.”
I stifled a laugh. Raised me?
Becca grabbed my wrist and marched out of the shop. Heaven knows we've entertained them for a while
