Author's Note: I know in the previous chapter she had on a pearl necklace – scratch that.

Chapter Seven


Adam glanced up from getting his books from his locker to see Becky Baker practically running towards him. He realized she was wearing a different outfit. He couldn't remember seeing her in anything black before, but she was wearing a black skirt, black knee socks, red Mary Jane's, and a gray sweater with black bows printed on the fabric. She also had a red bead necklace on that hung low as opposed to the pearls she wore usually like a collar around her neck.

"Do you like it?" Becky twirled around, "Clare helped me pick it out on our shopping trip! It's not my usual taste, but I do like it!"

"It's…nice," Adam didn't know what to really say to that. He knew what he wanted to say, but what he wanted to say and what he should say were two separate things, "It's different yeah, but I like it."

Becky beamed as if he had just given her the best present imaginable, the suddenly she grabbed his hand and said, "Come on! I want to show you something!"

Adam quirked an eyebrow but followed her – not that he had much of a choice in the matter, "Lead the way," he laughed as she picked up speed. Soon they were practically running through the halls, his hand in hers. They stopped when they reached her locker.

"Your locker?" Adam's brow furrowed, "I's sort of impressive I guess if your a locker connoisseur but I don't see how..." He smirked at himself, pleased that he had accomplished his goal and made her laugh with that.

"Adam! I wanted to show you before you left, but I didn't have a chance to catch you at lunch," she began to twist in her locker combination, "So I'm glad I caught you. Look," she yanked the locker open and pulled out her backpack. After rummaging around in her backpack for a moment she pulled out a small box and handed it to him.

"What is this?" Adam asked.

"I don't know," Becky smiled, and nudged him, "Open it and find out."

Adam shrugged and began to lift the lid off of the little white box. Inside was the weirdest thing he was pretty sure he had ever seen – and he had seen a lot of weird stuff in Eli's room. The thing inside the box was this little figurine of a kitten. He was sitting upside a little pink box and the little pink box said, "Sending you smiles!"

"Uh…" Adam raised an eyebrow, not really knowing how to respond to it.

"Isn't it great?" Becky laughed, "I found it when we were in the vintage shop! It was so weird but also kind of cute at the same time. Since I can't always be around to annoy you with my smiles and warm thoughts, I decided to get this for you."

Adam couldn't help but chuckle; now that she did mention it, the thing was kind of cute – kind of. "Thanks, Becky. Now you can annoy me even when you're not around."

"That's the idea," Becky beamed, "Told you I was going to step up my game."

"And this definitely does just that," Adam stared down at the little thing in his hand and then back up at Becky, "Do you have to be home soon?" He asked.

"No, not really. Why?" Becky asked as she put her backpack on and shut the locker door.

"Then come on," it was Adam's turn to take her hand and they headed out the door together.

"Where are you taking me?" Becky shook her head, the smile still plastered on her face.

"Well such a special gift deserves a special spot. You're going to help me figure out where in my room to put…"

"Louie. His name is Louie."

"Louie," Adam grinned down at her, and gave her hand a soft squeeze, "You don't mind, do you? I mean, coming over just for a bit? Your parents will be alright with it?"

Becky nodded, and squeezed his hand back. They walked the whole way to Adam's house holding hands, neither of them really wanting to let go. Adam didn't know what that meant, but he was just glad Becky didn't release his hand. Maybe that meant she liked him too? The whole thing was still a headache for him, but he did like the feel of her hand in his.

"This is it," Adam led her up the walkway to his house, "Home sweet home. Casa de Torres!"

"I like it," Becky smiled, "It's nice."

"Come on," Adam tugged her towards the door, "My mom's not home right now, but Drew is. Maybe if we're quiet, he won't notice us."

"What do you mean?" Becky's brow furrowed as Adam opened the door. As he opened the door, he realized his silent wish of Drew being out had been shattered. There, on the couch, stuffing his face with cheese puffs, was his brother.

"Hey bro!" Drew called, pulling his attention from the television screen, "I wasn't sure if you'd be going to Eli's after school so I just headed home. Sorry. Oh…who is this? A girl?"

"This is what I meant," Adam rolled his eyes, releasing Becky's hand much to his chagrin, "Drew, meet Becky Baker, Becky Baker, meet Drew."

"Ah," Drew stood up from the couch, wiped the orange powder from his hands onto his jeans, and held out his hand, which Becky shook without any trepidation, "Hey, aren't you the crazy chick who crashed the uniform burning thing?"

"And aren't you the drunken party boy who fell over and passed out completely inebriated?" Becky raised an eyebrow, then smiled, "I'm kidding. Yes, I'm the crazy chick. Nice to meet you."

"You too," Drew nodded back towards the TV, "Just watching the highlights from the game last night. If you want the living room, I can go down in the basement. I mean, I'd understand if you wanted some privacy."

Becky flushed and Adam felt his cheeks grow hot with anger, "Drew!" He snapped, "It's not like that. Becky just needed a copy of an…assignment. Keep…watching your game and doing whatever else you're doing."

"It was nice to meet you," Becky blushed again and waved to Drew as Adam tugged her upstairs.

"You too, Becky Baker."

"Ugh," Adam rolled his eyes when they were out of earshot, "I am sorry about that. He can be pretty revolting at times."

"It's fine – don't worry about it. I have a brother too, remember? They can be major pains!"

"Amen," Adam stopped off at a closed door and said, "Well here it is – my room," he swung the door open and Becky slowly stepped inside, "Sorry it's not the cleanest," Adam kicked a t-shirt under the bed.

"It's fine," Becky smiled, turning around to admire the whole room, "I like it."

"Me too," Adam nodded, pulling the cat figurine from his backpack, "Alright, so where are we going to put Mr. Louie?"

"Hmm…" Becky walked over to the bookshelf that housed Adam's comics, "How about right there," she pointed to a vacant spot.

"Good thinking!' Adam placed the figurine where Becky had suggested, "Louie looks good there."

Becky beamed, "It's just a silly little gift. It made me think of you and…"

"And I love it," Adam interrupted her, "It's cute – in its own weird way. Now, even when you're not with me, I can still think of your smiling face."


"Not always," Adam said genuinely, catching Becky's eyes in his.

She blushed and turned away, breaking the stare after a few seconds, "You know," she wandered around the room, glancing at some of the posters on the wall, "I've never been in a guy's room before. With the exception of my brother's of course."

"We could head out to the living room, or I could walk you home…"

"No," Becky protested, "It's fine. Tell me about some of these posters. I am afraid I am not too up-to-date with pop-cultural stuff."

"Okay," Adam led her over to his Dark Knight poster, "Dark Knight. The recent Batman movies by…"

"Christopher Nolan."

"You do know something!" Adam smirked, "Impressive, Becky Baker. This is Eli's favorite movie. Like – his all-time favorite movie. And that kid likes a lot of movies. I have it to kind of pay homage to him. It's an awesome movie, but I mostly have the poster for him."

"You two are very close."

"He's my bud," Adam explained, "We were all getting knocked around by this bully last year. Anyways, the bully decided he wanted to be my friend, just to use me. I didn't know it at the time, and I ditched Eli for him, even though Eli tried to explain to me what was going on. Well, the bully and I were going to go at it outside the school, and Eli found out. Even though I had been an ass – uh…jerk – to him, he still came out there that afternoon. He told me he wasn't there to talk me out of it, and that he was going to be there to support me no matter what. That's just the guy he is."

"Wow," Becky nodded, soaking in what he had just said, "I am glad you have a friend like him."

"Me too," Adam led her over to a second poster, "This poster is for Fight Club. It's a book that was made into a movie. It's Clare's favorite book. She liked the movie, but the book is definitely her favorite. It's one of Eli's favorites too. I have this one for her."

"I like Clare," Becky smiled, "She is really great. We had a good time the other day. I hope to hang out with her again soon."

"I'm glad you two are becoming friends," Adam said, taking her over towards another poster, "She's something."

"I'm glad she and Eli have each other. They seem to really just…mesh well. I can't explain it. It's like there's something pulling them together. I don't know if it's God or what, but I know that that love doesn't come around too often. It's a beautiful thing they have."

"It is," Adam sighed without really meaning to.

"But where does that leave you?" Becky's brow knitted together.

"What do you uh…mean?"

"I mean, your two best friends are dating each other. That puts you in a weird spot sometimes."

"I try to keep myself out of their drama…"

"That's not what I mean," Becky smiled shyly and shook her head.

"Becky Baker, are you trying to ask me if I have a girlfriend?" Adam asked playfully.

"N-no I…"

"It's fine," Adam nudged her to let her know he was partially just kidding, "Nope, I don't have a girlfriend."

"Too bad," Becky nudged him back, her smile had turned into a playful smirk.

Adam bit down on his lower lip, trying to get his thoughts in order. Finally he said, "And over here is my favorite poster for my favorite movie."

"Which is?"

"V For Vendetta."

"I haven't seen it."

"I figured," Adam nudged her, "It's really awesome. It's about a dystopian society…"

"Like 1984?"

"Yeah," Adam nodded impressed, "It's definitely my favorite. Maybe sometime you could come over and we can have a movie night or something – you know, popcorn, junk food, the whole nine yards."

"I'd like that – I'd like that a lot. I'd love if you'd show me your favorite movie. How about next Saturday?"

"Actually, next Saturday I have plans."

"Oh," Becky's face fell ever-so-slightly.

"But…I was hoping you could join me for said plans? Imogen and Fiona are having this loft party, and I was just wondering if you'd like to go with me."


"I mean, you don't have to or anything…"

"No, I want to," Becky nodded, "It'll be fun."

"Okay," Adam nodded, still taken back that she had actually said yes, "I'll pick you up and we can go together."

"Sounds like a plan."

"You know what, Becky Baker?"

"What?" She blinked up at him, and Adam swore he could get lost if those eyes if he wasn't careful.

"I kind of like making plans with you," he decided to dare himself and do what he had been wanting to since she dragged him to her locker, and wrapped his arm around her. She leaned into his touch and said –

"Well that's good, Adam Torres, because I kind of like making plans with you too."