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Beyanca's POV

Have you ever hated someone so much that you felt like smashing their head and then later setting them on fire while you enjoy sipping your water?

I've surely felt that way.

Not once, not twice but many a times.

Daily, to be precise!

That's exactly what I feel towards my alarm clock!

I was woken up by its loud, annoying, buzzing sound.

I groaned in frustration and threw a pillow over my head and slept once more only to be disturbed by it's loud buzzing sound again!!

And this time I did what everyone in their sane minds would do,

Threw it.

Every cell in my body was just begging me to sleep again but it was already ruined and there was no chance it'll be coming any time soon, so I woke up.

I pushed myself up and rested my back on the headboard. I yawned in the most unlady like manner and stretched my body in every way and direction.

Don't give me the look as if you guys don't do it!

Anyways, I took my Phone from the nightstand to see the time and almost cursed out loud on seeing it was already nine!

Welllll,,,

My mom's gonna chew my head off!

Amazing.

As if one cue, I heard an extremely loud and might I add, angry- no, furious voice which I immediately recognized as my mother's!

And was this more than enough to wake me up fully and make me sprint towards the bathroom to get ready?- Yes

Did I do that?- No

Because I'm plainly stupid!

I just sat there for a while, waiting for her to call my name again or even better, come up!

"BEYANCA MARIE WETSBAY!

DO NOT MAKE ME COME UP THERE, IT WON'T BE A PRETTY SIDE!"

Her voice boomed.

There There!

Now it feels like the usual.

So, with a heavy heart I pushed the warm sheets away and stood up from my queen -sized bed and headed towards the bathroom.

I almost tripped on my face, courtesy of whatever was graciously lying there on the floor.

I looked down to find-

"Not you again!!!" I groaned!

I bent down and gave it a menacing look.

"Okay tell me,

Do you want me to kill you?" I asked with a calm voice and narrowed my eyes at my alarm clock.

"Then why in the world aren't you minding your own business!" I snapped at it.

Absurd.

I know!

But so is this.

I picked it up with me and examined it.

Not a single scratch!

AND still working.

Again,

Just amazing.

"What IS this thing made of!?"

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Taking a bath has always been my least favorite thing and looking like I've taken it- my most incredible talent.

So I did just what I'm good at!

Skipped it and just settled with washing my face, hands and feet. I then brushed my teeth and pulled my hair away from my face and up in a bun.

Just as I finished my business in the bathroom and headed out, I was tackled in a bone crushing hug.

"Jesus! Becca, relax!" I exclaimed while chuckling.

"Shut up, I've seen you after soooo long!" She said dramatically and if possible, tightened her grip around me.

I returned her hug equally tightly and smiled.

"Oh yeah!? What IS long according to ya?

Coz you saw me exactly 10 hours 48 minutes ago!" I said laughing and released myself from her hug.

She just glared at me and plopped down on my bed.

"You and I both know that you came here because you had a fight with your dad, AGAIN!" I said and she just sat quietly, giving me my answer.

"What this time?" I asked, making my way to where she was sitting. She just shrugged.

"You know he's trying right!" I told her in a calm, low voice.

Talking to her about this thing was like walking on eggshells and so I had to be careful.

She just stayed silent letting me know that she doesn't wanna talk about it.

I've known Becca since forever. We've always been good friends but we were never best friends until 2 years back.

She literally lives next door to mine and have always been there for me like a sister.

She and her father, Victor have not been on good terms ever since Becca's mom died. She was just 3 when she lost her.

They both were deeply affected by her death.

Becca, obviously, needed love which her father failed to give her since he drowned himself in work after that incident.

So yeah basically, he was a shitty father!

Until now.

He actually realized his mistake and has been trying to make ammendments for it since past few years.

But of course Becca is not taking any of it now!

Which just leads to both of them arguing and shouting every now and then.

Well, Becca is the one shouting but yeah anyways,

I hugged her and we just sat there like that for a while.

"Becca sweetie, you know I love you-" I started in a calm voice.

"But what have I told you about LETTING THAT TINY LITTLE SKIMPY THING NEAR ME!?" I shouted at the end and jumped at centre of my bed.

She looked at me and then on the space near the door and laughed out loud.

"THAT'S NOT FUNNY. AT ALL.

Take that- that thing away!" I shouted again and she just doubled over in laughter.

"Awii Beya,

CUTE, cute is the word you're looking for." She said chuckling and making her way towards it.

"Marcus is such a sweetheart." She cooed and picked her pet mouse.

Seriously!, why do people even keep those things as pets!??

I absolutely hate those tiny little creatures!

"C'mon Beya, you should atleast touch it once." She said and took predatory steps towards me with that evil smile on her face.

"No-Oo

No- DON'T YOU DARE BECCS!" I said and quickly hopped off the bed and sprinted towards the door.

I could still hear her laughing back in my room!

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I was drinking my coffee and devouring the most amazing blueberry pancakes, sitting in the kitchen.

My mom should have been a chef! Even though she is amazing at what she does, her culinary skills are seriously next level!

If not architecture, she would've surely been the most amazing cook.

She loves cooking and sweet dishes, confectionery items and desserts happen to be her perfections!

She also loves trying new dishes and who am I to turn down good food?

I took a bite of my heavenly pancakes and was about to take a sip of my coffee when it was abruptly sntached from me.

I looked up to see Becca drinking it with a smug look and smirk on her face.

I glared at her as she came to sit beside me on the stools near the kitchen island. She held my gaze and just smirked at me, trying to hide her smile.

"Give. Me. My. Coffee. Back. Becca. Or!" I started spaking calmly.

"Or. What?" She asked challenging me, her tone matching mine.

"Or I swear to God, you'll regret ever stepping foot on this planet!" I snapped at her.

She knows how much I love my coffee and that I don't function properly without it.

"I always knew I was better off at Jupiter!

or was it Mercury I was last on?" She spoke feigning a look of thinking which earned her a smack on her head from me.

"I'm. Not. Joking.

I'm serious!" I replied glaring at her.

"So. Am. I" she said and held my gaze.

We both burst out laughing after few seconds of staring.

"Here, have it. I'll make another for me.

It was ew anyways!" She said giving me my mug back and strolling towards the coffee machine.

"Oh yeah!? Shut up.

We both know you love my coffee!" I replied with a smirk and proud look on my face.

"Keep dreamin' " she said and I just chuckled.

She came back with a mug in her hand after sometime.

I glanced up at her and was about to take a sip of my coffee when I realised something.

"Becca,

You are here, empty hands, no pockets in your outfit-" I started speaking.

"So WHERE THE HECK IS THAT THING!??" I snapped at her.

she looked at me and laughed.

"Jeez beya, relax.

I left Marcus in his box in the backyard before coming to the kitchen." She said controlling her laughter and I just narrowed my eyes at her.

"What? You don't believe me?" She asked me and if possible, my eyes narrowed even more.

"I'm believing you, For now.

But I better not find it in my bathroom like the last time!" I warned her and she just raised her hands in mocking surrender and mumbled a 'yaya'.

I was glaring at her when mom entered the kitchen with an angry face.

I glanced at her and was ready to face her scoldings for getting up late again.

You can't blame okay!?

I love sleeping more than anything.

Okay, maybe not more than reading but yeah I do!

But her anger vanished instantly as soon as her eyes landed on Becca.

"Morning sweetie!"she smiled at her and gave her a hug which Becca reciprocated without a doubt.

"Morning Mily." She replied and smiled at her.

All the traces of sadness, if there were any, disappeared from her eyes as soon as she saw mom.

They both have a different and the most beautiful bond two people can ever have!

So, here's the deal!

Because Victor was never around and was a crappy father, Becca found the love and affection she was looking for with mom.

Mom has always been like a second mother to Becca ever since her own mother died. Becca adores and loves her so much.

And same goes with mom, she considers Becca as her second daughter and loves her as much.

"How are you doing honey?" Mom asked her. She just shrugged again and mumbled a small 'fine' with a faint smile.

Mom obviously understood the deal and quickly changed the topic after giving her a look saying that they'll talk about it later.

"Anyways, I'll bring you breakfast." She said and hurried off to bring her breakfast.

Once, she placed her and Becca's breakfast and joined us, we all started eating in peace.

Mom broke the silence after sometime,

"Beya, hun, why aren't you ready yet?" She asked and my faces contorted in confusion.

I thinked about it for a while.

"Ready for what-" I started but instantly remembered what she was talking about.

"Oh damn!

Shoot, I completely forgot about dad and Brian coming today!" I said and smacked my forehead with my palm.

"Why am I not surprised!" Mom said and becca and her chuckled in unison.

I just stared at both of them in annoyance.

"What time are they landing?" I asked quickly, ignoring her previous remark. Excitement lacing my voice.

"Well, their flight will land by 11:15 -" she started and glanced at her watch,

"And if we don't leave in half an hour, we'll be late for sure." She said.

And I quickly ran to my room to get ready, ignoring their voices and chuckling in the background.

As soon as in my room, I ran off to my dressing table and started doing my make-up.

I decided to keep it natural and minimal.

I opened a drawer and jumped in horror seeing what's inside.

"REBECCA WORDSWORTH

YOU. ARE. SO. DEAD!" I shouted from my room and heard a loud laughter coming from outside my room.

Yup,

SO DEAD.

Just wait till I get my hands on you!

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