Chapter 4: Meet Me

                ***Freen's Perspective***

Deo chuckled softly. "You looked absolutely surprised, Freen. Don't worry, you don't have to like me back if you don't feel the same way. It's okay if you don't react. I just wanted to make sure you know how I feel about you." He leaned in closer to the dashboard, turning up the volume on the stereo to break the silence that enveloped us in the car.

I remained motionless, staring straight ahead, overwhelmed by Deo's confession. He's my best friend, and he'll always hold a special place in my heart. But I don't think I love him in the same way he loves me. I let out a deep sigh, a tidal wave of emotions crashing over me, and I'm uncertain of how to navigate through them.

Deo pulled over in front of our house. "Thanks for today," I muttered, avoiding eye contact. I quickly exited the car and made my way into the house, where my mom greeted me. "How was your day? Have you had dinner yet?"

"It's been fine, Mom. We had a great time," I replied, mustering a fake smile as I looked at her. "I'm tired, so I'm going to my room now," I added, walking toward my room.

As I closed the door behind me, I flopped onto my bed and reached for my phone. I wondered how I should respond to Becky. Why did she suddenly care if I had a boyfriend or not? After what she did earlier, I couldn't comprehend her intentions. Finally, I started typing my response:

[What's wrong with you?]

Becky needed to understand that her actions were far from funny. She was toying with my emotions, making it impossible for me to focus on anything else. She needed to clarify things now. A notification popped up on my phone—it was Becky responding to me.

[beckyfanaccnt: What do you mean? I thought you liked me. Why are you hanging out with someone else?]

Why was she acting as if she owned me?

[What do you want from me? Why are you acting like you own me after completely ignoring me? Why do you suddenly care? I'm so confused right now.]

It didn't take long before she replied:

[beckyfanaccnt: I want you. I didn't mean to ignore you. Meet me at the park near the cinema tomorrow at 10:00 PM.]

So, she actually likes me? I lay on my back, staring at the ceiling, a smile spreading across my face as thoughts of Becky filled my mind. This might be the answer I've been searching for, right? To hear her say that she likes me. I know this love is unconventional—we're both girls, and I've never been attracted to a girl before. It's all so new to me. I have no idea what will happen, but I've never felt this excited about taking a risk. Our conversation continued.

[Okay, but how could you do that to someone you like?]

[beckyfanaccnt: I'll explain tomorrow. You're probably tired from keeping the guy's company, so sleep now. I can't wait to talk to you in person.]

I placed my right hand on my chest, feeling the rhythm of my heartbeat. I closed my eyes, smiling. It felt like a beautiful melody, one that you couldn't help but sing along to. I couldn't wait to see Becky and talk to her.

"Ah! Mom!" I suddenly cried out, as a sudden pain shot through my head.

I heard my mom's footsteps rushing into my room, asking what had happened, but everything went blank after that.

                    ***Becky's Perspective***

"Why are you smiling? Did something good happen?" my mom asked, as we sat in the living room watching a movie with my dad. I had just finished taking a shower after Mike dropped me off at home. I had been messaging Freen, I finally confessed my feelings for her and planning to meet up tomorrow. I couldn't wait to spend time with her.

"No, I just saw something cute," I replied, keeping the details to myself.

I wished I could share the news with my mom, but I wasn't sure how she'd react if she found out I was attracted to a girl. Besides, Marcus and I had only recently broken up, so it wasn't the best time to announce anything. I had already deleted all our pictures together from my social media accounts. Although I hadn't explicitly mentioned the breakup, people seemed to be catching on based on the comments.

I had to meet Freen tomorrow at night so no one would notice us. I had to keep her hidden, not because I wanted to, but because I had to. I was afraid that people would attack her in real life or on social media. I didn't want her mental health to suffer because of online trolls. I would do everything I could to protect her from haters. Besides, I had an upcoming series with Kyle, and if news of my attraction to Freen got out, it could ruin my career. We have to be careful.

After the movie ended, I went upstairs to my room and checked my phone to see if Freen had responded. No message from her yet. She's probably sleeping now so I decided to put my phone down and call it a night.

I woke up at around 8 AM, and I quickly grabbed my phone to check for any message from Freen, but I haven't received anything. She should be awake if she had gone to bed early last night.

I tried to brush it off and started my day. She probably had a good reason for not responding. I quickly prepared myself for the day, as we had a shoot for the upcoming series.

Mike picked me up at 10 AM, and we arrived on set around 10:30. There wasn't much happening; the scene we were filming didn't involve the lead actor, so he wasn't there.

During a break at 11:30, I checked my phone again, hoping for a message from Freen. Still nothing. So, I decided to send her a message myself.

[Hi, see you later, okay?]

Filming ended around 6 PM, giving me a few hours to rest and prepare for my meeting with Freen. But now, I was starting to worry because she still hadn't responded. There were no updates on her TikTok account either. Maybe she was just busy today, which was why she hadn't been able to reply? I reread our conversation from last night to make sure I hadn't said anything that could have upset her. I couldn't figure out why she wouldn't respond to me.

"Becky, are you okay?" Trisha called out to me.

"Yeah, just thinking about something. Let's go home," I replied, trying to push my concerns aside.

I arrived home around 7 PM and was surprised to see my parents home early. I silently made my way to the kitchen, where I overheard them talking.

"Why did you guys come home early today?" I jokingly asked.

"Why not? It's nice to come home early once in a while," my dad responded, walking toward me to give me a hug.

"How was work?" my mom inquired.

"It was fun," I replied, keeping my response simple.

I gave my mom a kiss before heading upstairs to change. After a quick shower, I put on comfortable joggers and a plain white t-shirt. I returned downstairs to have dinner with my parents, which was a pleasant surprise.

"How's the food, sweetheart?" my mom asked.

"It's really good. I've missed your home-cooked meals for dinner. You should come home early more often," I responded, genuinely enjoying the meal.

"Honey, we noticed that you deleted your pictures with Marcus on Instagram. Is everything okay between the two of you?" my dad asked, concern evident in his voice.

"We're done. Don't worry, I'm fine. Let's not talk about Marcus anymore, please," I replied, wanting to change the subject as quickly as possible.

My mom assured me that if I wanted to talk about it, I could always reach out to them. She then tried to steer the conversation in a different direction. Seems like that was why they came home early, they wanted to find out the status of my relationship with Marcus.

After some light conversation during dinner, I informed my parents that I would be going out for a while to meet a friend at a café. I still planned to meet Freen, even though she hadn't responded to me. I trusted that she would be there. My father offered to drive me, as it was late and I don't want to drive, but I insisted on taking the bus. I wore a cap and a mask, hoping to remain unnoticed, and headed toward the bus stop.

I wondered why I was suddenly afraid of driving. I had obtained my license a few years ago, but for some reason, whenever I sat in the driver's seat and held the steering wheel, I couldn't focus. Anxiety would wash over me, making it difficult to breathe and I would exit the car as quick as I can. I didn't know when this fear had started, but I woke up one day and simply didn't want to sit in the driver's seat anymore.

After a few minutes of waiting, the bus finally arrived. I had already sent Freen a message, letting her know I was on my way to the park, even though I still hadn't received a response from her. I trusted that she would be there.

I wondered how busy she was to ignore my messages like that, but for some reason, I didn't mind. When it came to her, I was understanding. When it came to her, I felt a willingness to do anything. All I knew was that she made my heart flutter, and it felt incredible to be able to express my feelings. She gave me a sense of familiarity, as though I had known her forever.

I arrived at the park at precisely 10:07 PM. I looked around, hoping to catch a glimpse of Freen, but there was no sign of her. I sat on a bench near the fountain and sent her a quick message, informing her of my location so she would know where to find me.

Sitting there, I listened to the sound of water falling from the fountain, gazing at the stars. Suddenly, I realized that the night, which I used to despise, was now calming me. The silence, which I used to find bothersome, now provided me with a deep sense of peace. The night and the silence hadn't changed; they had always been there, patiently waiting for someone to appreciate and embrace them.

It was around 11 PM when I decided to check my phone for any updates from Freen. Still no response. I also noticed that there were no new posts on her TikTok account. I scrolled through the comments on her last video and saw a fan mentioning that she had been seen at the hospital, unconscious. She had been brought to a nearby hospital. Panic surged through me, and I quickly stood up, intending to head to the bus stop. But before I could take a step, I felt someone grab my left hand. I looked in that direction and saw a girl wearing a black sweater and a cap—Freen, standing before me with the most beautiful smile and her gentle hands holding mine.

Author's Note:

Hey! I hope everyone had an amazing weekend! I kept Chapter 4 minimal but this going to be an important chapter 🤔. Anyway, I really appreciate everyone who keeps on reading this story.

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