I'm sorry for not answering many reviews. I just got back from a trip and it's been hectic lately. And there are still some stories you have asked me to review. I'll get around to those either later this afternoon or sometime tomorrow.

Well, Becca meets the gang in this chappie. So that'll be fun :D

Oh, and here's a drawing I made of Becca, If you're interested in knowing what she looks like. Just take away the spaces: http:// themightypen. deviantart .com /art/ 6teen-Becca-Garcia-123612205

Enjoy! :3

So it turns out that Becca was the mystery texter. Her mom got her a new cell phone before the big move, one with a new number that Jonesy didn’t recognize.

I couldn’t believe how totally stupid I had been. It was only four years ago, the last time I saw her.

I mean, sure, she had changed a lot. After all, last time I saw her, she was ten. And she did have braces. And she had freckles. And she was chubby.

And now here she was; slimmer, freckle-free, and no braces in sight.

As if it wasn’t bad enough that she was my best friend’s little sister, she was also fourteen, while I was seventeen. That’s kind of a big age difference. It’s like a newborn baby dating a three year old… Which is creepy.

“I can’t believe I didn’t recognize you, Jude!” Becca exclaimed, walking between me and Jonesy. “I mean, you’ve only been Jonesy’s best friend since, like, forever!”

“Yeah, I know whatcha mean, bra,” I said, scratching the back of my head. “You’ve been Jonesy’s sister since… uh, the day you were born.”

She laughed again, then stopped and looked in a nearby store window. There were some wicked looking bass guitars in the display. “Ooooh…” A girl with shoulder-length flippy blonde hair sat another one in a free stand, and it looked like Becca recognized her, ‘cause she got this weird look on her face. She ran into the music shop, yelling, “Be right back, guys!” over her shoulder.

“Soooo…” I started, leaning against a railing. “Becca’s back, huh?”

“Yeah, Mom got transferred back here.” He took a spot next to me and said, “I just didn’t know they were coming home so early.”

“Yeah, ehehehe…” I clutched by board tightly, pretending it was my own throat. “Bet the gang will be happy to see her again.”

“Yeah, she was never really that annoying.” He scratched his head and added, “Well, at least as far as sisters go…” I could see Becca running up to the girl in the window and when the girl saw her, she screamed and practically glomped Becca. Jonesy looked away from their squealiness and back at me. “But it’s kinda funny how she found you like that, even though she didn’t recognize you. She always did like you best out of the gang.”

“Really?!” I perked up a lot, probably looking really weird.

Jonesy’s face showed me that I had. “Uh… Yeah...” He looked at the clock on his cell phone and asked, “Man, what’s taking her so long? Haven‘t she and what’s-her-face been screaming long enough?”

Some big, hairy guy came out and started yelling at the blonde girl, probably telling her to get back to work. Must have been Blondie's boss. Becca looked scared of the guy, so she waved to her friend and walked back out again. “Sorry ‘bout that, guys. Just saw an old friend.”

Jonesy stared at the girl, like he was starting to recognize her, too. “Wait, isn’t that Maureen?” Becca nodded and Jonesy said, “I remember her.” He shook his head. “Man, she was annoying!”

Becca shoved him as we kept walking. “Shut up! You two barely even ever talked to each other.”

“Yeah, and everything she ever said to me was obnoxious…”

She stuck her tongue out at him and, when she stopped and turned around, pointed at something. “Whoa, I don’t remember that thing…” She was pointing at the Big Squeeze, and it looked like everybody was on their lunch breaks, except Jen.

“Cool, the gang’s all here,” I said, grabbing her hand and dragging her over to the Lemon. Jonesy followed us.

When we got there, everybody sort of looked at me weird, since I was still kinda holding her hand. And they probably didn’t recognize her either. “Hey, dudes! Guess who’s back!”

I let go of her hand and she waved at everybody. They blinked. Still didn’t recognize her, I guess. Wyatt leaned over to Nikki and tried to whisper, “Who the heck is that?” but I could still hear him.

Jonesy finally reached the table, and stood next to Becca. I guess when she got next to her brother, they recognized her, ‘cause Wyatt and Nikki smiled, cried, “Becca!” and got up to hug her. Even Nikki, who usually isn’t very touchy-felly. But after not seeing someone for four years, you’d be touchy-felly too, right?

“I can’t believe it’s really you!” Nikki said, hugging her right after Wyatt. “You’ve changed so much in the past few years.”

“I could say the same for you,” she said, batting a strand of her purple hair. “Love the rods and rings, too.”

“Well, hope you just like to look at 'em,” Jonesy smirked, taking his place by Nikki’s side. “’cause you’re never going to get that done to your face.”

Becca rolled her eyes and grinned. “Yeah, yeah. I know, Dad,” she teased.

He held his hand up defensively, letting his free hand rest on his girlfriend’s shoulder. “I’m just saying, not everybody can pull it off like my girl does.” He grinned down at Nikki, who just rolled her eyes and gave him a peck on the cheek.

Caitlin, who had been surprisingly quiet, finally spoke up and half-yelled, “What’s going on? What am I missing here?!”

“Oh, that’s right,” Jonesy mumbled. “You two haven’t met yet.” He guided Becca over to the Lemon and introduced her. “This is my little sis, Becca. Becca, this is my friend, Caitlin.”

“Oh, yeah. Hi!” Caitlin waved. “I remember Jonesy talking about you. You just moved back to town with your mom, right?”

She nodded. “Mmhmm. Nice to meet you.” She looked around. “Where’s Jen?”

Caitlin looked down at the watch that somehow magically appeared on her wrist. Has she always worn a watch? Why have I never noticed? “Oh, she should be back in a few minutes. Probably finishing lunch.”

And, like on cue, Jen came back, still in her Penalty Box uniform. When Becca saw her, she screamed, “Hey, step-sis!”

Jen, who had seemed sort of oblivious to her standing there, smiled and yelled, “Becca!” They hugged each other, all giggly and stuff. “I can't believe you got packed up and moved here so quickly! It’s been soooo long since I’ve seen you!”

“I know! Your family’s visits to Ottawa every couple of months just haven’t been enough!”

“My family?” Jen pulled away from her, still smiling. “Hey, it’s our family!”

“I know, it just doesn’t feel like it, since I barely get to see you guys.”

“Don’t worry,” Jen put an arm around her shoulder. “When the baby’s born, we’ll all be spending plenty of time together.”

Becca smiled. “Yeah, I can’t wait! How far along is Emma again?”

“About seven months, so she’ll be coming soon.”

“Yep, hooray,” Jonesy sarcastically added. “Another chick in the house.”

“Oh, shut up, Jonesy.” Jen told him, letting Becca go. “Your smelly cousins Robbie and Diego are always staying over, so it’s not like it’s always just you and your dad. Besides, Courtney moved out a month ago, so me, my mom and Constance are going to be the only girls hanging around.”

“Yeah, but still… Wait, who’s Constance?”

“The new baby. But we’ll probably call her Connie for short.”

“Since when is she named Constance?” He laughed, clutching his gut. “What kind of stupid name is that?”

“My mom and I like that name! Do you have a better one for her, Mr. Name Expert?” she asked angrily.

“I sure do, it’s-” Jonesy was interrupted when Wyatt jolted up and yelled, “Whoa, I have to get to work!” He grabbed his coffee and ran off, waving to us all.

“I’d better get back to the Crappy Barn.” She left and waved. “See you around, Becca.”

“And I’m late for a pedicure!” She took of her lame hat, closed the Lemon and said, “Bye, guys! Bye, Becca!” as she ran toward the spa.

“Man, I guess I’d better go, too.” Jen sighed. “Coach’ll kill me if I’m late again. And I’m seriously tired of always getting stuck in that stupid penalty box every time I blink. We’ll have to catch up later, Becca.” She walked back to the Penalty Box. “Later!”

Only Jonesy, Becca and I were left. “Jonesy, were you on break when you left?” Becca asked, breaking the silence.

He was quiet for a while, then slapped his forehead. Guess he wasn‘t. “Crap. Looks like I’m gonna get fired. Again.” He sighed. “Might as well go and get it over with.” He looked back at me. “Jude, you’ve got the day off, right? Can Becca tag along with you?”

“Jonesy,” Becca began, looking like she didn’t want to bother me. “I don’t want to be even more of a bother to him than I already have been and-” I was right.

“Naw, it’s cool, dudette,” I insisted, setting my skateboard on the table. “My day’ll be pretty boring without someone to chill with. I’d be stoked for some company!”

“Really?” She grinned that toothy grin that made my knees feel all tingly. “Awesome!” She linked arms with me, and we started walking off. It’s really cool how she’s so comfortable with waved at Jonesy and yelled over her shoulder, “Good luck with the firing, bro!”

When we were out of the food court, she let me go and asked, “Whaddya want to do, Jude?”

I shrugged. “Up to you, bra. I am your humble servant for the day.” I did a fancy-pants bow, which made Becca laugh again.

Heck, if I can never, ever go out with her, at least I can be her goofy friend. And I’m cool with that.

You guys knew I wouldn't leave Robbie and Diego hangin', right?

Next chapter will be Jude and Becca's day together, in Becca's POV.

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