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“Ready?” Becka asked, slipping her hand into mine.
“Are you?”
“Not really. But I’ll figure it out.” She smiled as best she could.
I looked back one last time. The empty walls, the scratched floor plain without the little shards of rainbows from the sun-catchers. The quiet living room, and two keys on the kitchen counter.
Becka pulled the door closed behind us.
And just like that, our LA story was over.
Chapter 22
As the tour was moving between LA and Oakland, I’d gotten permission from the tour coordinator to make my own way up north.
The drive to Becka's parents' house in Oakland took about seven hours. Miraculously, we only hit one gridlock situation, and we'd opted to stop a couple of times to eat and refuel..
Passing the time with my best friend was easy. She was one of the only friends I had ever made that didn’t mind when I lapsed into silence simply because I did not feel the need to fill it with chatter. Becka wasn’t always easy to live with, but she was easy to love.
“Quit staring at me,” she grumbled, “you’re weirding me out, and I’m trying to drive.”
“I was just thinking how much I love you,” I said in a sappy voice.
“Ew,” she whined, laughing. “Don’t change the subject.”
I sighed and turned back to looking out of the windscreen, and at the stream of cars surrounding us on the highway as I considered what we’d just been talking about.
“It’s not a simple question,” I said eventually. “Joon and I are not a simple subject. And besides, I feel like we keep talking about me, and my love life –”
“So you admit ‘love’ is still a word–”
“Hush!” I interrupted her interruption. “It’s a turn of phrase. My point was that all we do is talk about me and him because you don’t wanna think about your own life.”
“Wow, hello! Ouch!” Becka groaned dramatically, clutching her chest.
“Am I wrong?”
“No, but it’s not cool to just point it out like that,” she grumbled.
“Okay.” I shrugged. “Let’s talk about you and Woojin, then,” I sing-songed, making googly eyes at her.
Becka snorted without looking over at me. “You’re such a child,” she muttered. “I pretty much told you how it went.”
“Tell me again. I keep trying to picture your dynamic and I just can’t see it.”
“Excuse you!” Becka sounded affronted. “So only you’re good enough for a K-Pop performer?”
“Obviously, that’s exactly what I said.” I pinched my lips together, shaking my head fondly. “I just meant, y’know, he’s so reserved, and you’re… you.”
Becka laughed incredulously. “I’m thinking about getting offended.”
“Let me know what you decide,” I said easily.
“Anyway, he was plenty chatty the other night.” Becka sounded smug.
I nearly broke my neck with how fast I whipped around to stare at her. “Say that again?”
She just smiled.
