"I'm pregnant!" She announced, a huge beaming grin on her face. I tried to congratulate her, but all I could do was shriek and hug her. Since Ernesto had gone, all I'd wanted was grandkids, I wanted to know that I would see the next generation, because he couldn't, and now it was happening!
"Ariaaaa!" She whined, I loved that it worked and she was annoyed at me. I stuck my tongue out at her and she booted the ball way over the crossbar in frustration. "Swap." She demanded after I returned with the ball.
"Incoming!" I called as I blazed the ball into the top left corner. Becca cowered and covered her face with her arms. I laughed at her. "Come on chicken, lets go home and get showered for prom!"
"So did Kenyon tell you about Beth?" Becca asked me?
"What, that after she dumped him for Marty Best, she turned up with Freddie Worthington?" I asked.
"Yeah, apparently Freddie's so much more mature." She turned to me. "He has chest hair." She said mock-dreamily, before pulling a face and gagging.
"Chest hair appeals to me about as much as old lizard lips." I stated, making reference to a guy in the year above me who I'd stupidly kissed when I was grieving badly for dad. Becca laughed.
"And me, I mean, I have no experiance of mens chests, but I don't get why I'd want it to be hairy?"
"I don't know..." Becca blushed, biting her lip as she chose her words. "I don't know if I'd mind if he did..." She giggled.
"Ew, Becca! Don't lower your standards just cus some guy spends the evening flirting with you!"
"It's not like that! He was just a really sweet guy!"
"Did you kiss?"
"No, he hugged me goodbye and gave me a kiss on the cheek... He said he'd text me tomorrow about meeting up."
"Nope." I replied. "He spent weeks leading up to prom trying to get me to go with him, well, as you know, I said no because 1, I don't like him, and 2, he only wants one thing... He had this bet with Edgar that he could get in my pants, so I wasn't ever going to say yes to him! Anyway, so when we get there he tries for like the first hour, and then when he finally got the picture, he was off on the dancefloor properly grinding up against a ton of girls like it would make me jealous. I mean no, how disgusting..." Becca pulled a face. "Don't worry. I've sworn off high school boys. They make me sick. I'll get school out the way and then I'm sure I'll find someone. For now I'm fine with just having friends, besides, Kenyon and Daryl are all the men I need right now."
"Sorry you have such bad luck with boys." I shook my head, I didn't want her pity, I genuinely didn't care. "Oh, did you see that Chelsea went home with Kenyon at the end of the night?"
"What? Chelsea? I didn't think she was his type!"
"Ernesto..." I breathed. He was sitting in the sandbox, making sandcastles.
"I've missed you too, so much!" A tear slipped down my cheek, and his cool hand swept it away.