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becca had held out on talking to kelly, she seemed to be becoming the townâs doctor, and she did not need someone noticing symptoms just yet. but with everything that happened, with everything sheâd seen, it was hard not to drift to someone who might have answers.Â
becca drove the car, she had answered peytonâs call and immediately sped her way over, sam in the passenger seat with not a word in the air. two bodies dragged into her suv, a third whimpering between them, it was traumatizing.Â
she had powered through the worst of it, she hoped, but something kept pulling her back to the hospital. maybe it was guilt. maybe it was fear. maybe it was everything she couldnât say.Â
she didnât know what she was doing until her feet were pushing through the halls and her hand gripped tight on her abdomen.Â
â kelly ? hey, itâs becca... can we talk ? â
In this ânew worldâ Kelly was different maybe most people were and maybe that was a good thing. It was almost like when she looked in the mirror she wasnât really seeing herself anymore but maybe this Kelly was the Kelly she was always meant to be. The person who learns or has learned to help people rather than talking down to them or making them feel small for no reason. Kelly really hadnât been sleeping much these days as sheâd been working and studying so much at the hospital, she was studying up on everything and anything that could and would make one sick and on top of that, she had a close eye on her who was still in her coma. With her eye on her book that she had thankfully found in the libary her looked up when she heard a sound.Â
Hello. Whoâs there?â She asked, her voice strong in order to not sound scared.Â
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elletomkxnsâ:
âI miss the treehouse.â Elle agreed. She felt funny going back there alone, even though Becca did seem like the type who would understand. âDid you know him?â It was stupid. The words came flying out of her mouth before she even had a chance to think about it. An apology came immediately after. âIâm sorry, that was stupid. We donât have to talk about it.â
â maybe we can go back there sometime... after all of this washes over--- god, if it washes over. with this townâs luck, though... iâm not sure. â a heavy sigh fell from beccaâs plump and slightly chapped lips. the night had drained her completely, and she was sure she was probably dehydrating as they spoke, but her mind was filled with bigger worries. elleâs question had beccaâs eyes snapping up, the sudden sense of it all hitting her, and before she could explain, elle was apologizing.
â no, no itâs okay. â becca sniffled, gently waving the girl down. â itâs not stupid... youâre curious, itâs okay. â she gave her a soft, wavering smile before she took a deep breath. â he uh... heâs hannahâs twin, i knew him a bit... talked to him in high school but... no, i didnât really know him... i drove them here. uh, after peyton found them... â
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pip knew that not many people were loving the current state of affairs. job rotation sucked, all the jobs sucked, and basically everything sucked. but for pip that was just normal, the way of things, the average american lifestyle. she was used to it. all these softy suburban kids? fat chance.
but she had done her due diligence as the inner-city bad influence around here. âthere we go, thatâs the attitude i like to see!â she applauded with a wry chuckle. âenjoy some time off, bitch.â
becca had dealt with change--- above all else, she knew change like an old friend. once her dad died, her whole world flipped; her mother became an entirely different person, her childhood home was sold away, her new house had a million problems that her mother had no intent on fixing, and now this. the world flip, the baby, it was changing everything. but becca relied on routine, on fact and no fortune, so the sudden change of heart was a surprise, even for her.Â
the girl applauded her, and becca stifled a small laugh, though her heart wasnât truly in it. â you have a thing for corruption, huh ? â
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he wasnât doing this right. any of it. he couldnât help darby, and she would know how to make becca feel better. and he couldnât help becca, and she would know how to make darby feel better. so what was he good for? he wasnât used to feeling so useless.
he pushed air out slowly, trying to remember how to breathe. was there a sad way to breathe? he was just fucking up constantly. âi-â clark trailed off, completely lost. the silence was literally hurting him. say anything! âwell, thatâs really⊠really good that you could help. i mean, not everybody could, like, react fast enough and⊠stuff.â
becca knew what was happening, the expressions flooding his face had faced her many times before. but the problem was, he shouldnât be worrying about her, he had so many more important things to occupy his find--- first and foremost, darby.Â
the panic ensued across clarkâs face, and becca couldnât stand it anymore. her hand moved to grip the boyâs arm, her eyes catching his gaze as she forced a smile across weak lips. â hey, clark--- itâs okay. you donât have to say anything, you donât have to worry about me... just keep your mind on darby, okay ? sheâs the one that needs you right now. even if you donât know what to do... iâm sure that just being with her is help all enough. you have no idea what it means to know that you still have people, even if youâve just lost someone. she might not want it now... but she will. sheâs gonna need it. â
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top10 the society characters as voted by the fandom â #7. Becca GelbÂ
‷ âI feel like such an asshole because I didnât get a choice! I didnât get a choice about being a mother. A mother. God. Youâre supposed to want to have a baby, right?â
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with all her time dealing with shady charactersâboth in childhood and currentlyâpip thought sheâd racked up quite an ability to read people. and with becca, it wasnât exactly hard. all the dreading of this task and the wishing for company was written all over her face. but pip was not acquainted with sympathy. âwhatever you want, girl.â
she pushed open the already-open door to devonâs room and stood aside. âlooks like you missed him.â
becca had a hard time putting her mask on since the world had come to a standstill. that, and the ever-present danger in new ham. she was running on thin wires and a flickering spark that was keeping her on her feet. one wrong move, and she was gonna crash. the girl led her to devonâs room, and it was clear he was already gone.Â
â shit... â the girl groaned, eyes scanning over the list in front of her. no way she was getting that done alone. â fuck it, one day of rations gone isnât going to kill me. â
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@tessdl
#&&. tess#&&. becca#&&. muse#&&. face#&&. if the world went down in flames i'd look to you - becca &&. tess
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pip could sense the plea for help she was about to get coming from a mile away. multiple miles, really. and no way was she doing devonâs shit. she rare;y showed up for her own. she pushed past her in the doorway, leading the way to devonâs room. âjust donât do it,â pip suggested, voice drenched in indifference.
becca wasnât about to beg for help, she wasnât the type to do so, but she really was dreading doing this all alone. it was time consuming, and sheâd end up distracted ten minutes in without someone doing it with her. as the girl pushed past, becca followed. â kinda need to eat, so iâm gonna say no. â
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pip didnât understand the weird vibes coming off her right now. it was just a bra. just tits. every girl had them. but she kept her judgement to herself and let the expressions on her face do the talking. she usually found that sufficient to scare most people away. she considered her question, shrugging. devon would hate her if she gave him up. then again, did she care? âyou could try his actual room, which is at the end of the hall. but if he knows youâre on the lookout, thatâs probably the last place heâd be.â
becca wasnât even sure why she was being weird--- maybe it was attraction, maybe it was because she hadnât seen someone naked in a while, and to be honest, she wasnât too keen on finding out. as the girl started talking again, becca made a mental note of the boys room, she wasnât looking to have a repeat of this. â well, great, probably gonna have do to this shit alone.â
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one arm went to her hip as the other pulled her hair out of the back of her shirt. she wasnât bothered, plenty of people had seen her shirtless and plenty more would. she scoffed, hearing that explanation. âyeah, sorry, devâs probably not coming,â pip told her matter-of-factly. âhe could be avoiding you, actually.â
becca managed to put her jaw back in place, softly clearing her throat as she clutched the clipboard in hand. she tried not to make too much eye contact, this situation was already weird enough. as she explained, she held in a groan. â yeah, probably. i was just hoping he was here so i could drag him in--- happen to know where heâs hiding ? â
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pip turned around in just her bra as her door opened and stared at the girl in her doorway with a vengeance. âyeah, wrong fuckinâ room,â she agreed. she grabbed a shirt lazily and threw it on, mostly unperturbed. âwell, you did. what do you want?â
becca gasped as she finally realized just what she walked in on, eyes going wide, but they stayed uncovered. the other didnât seem to mind, but becca was mostly worried about what her next move would be. how could she have mixed up the rooms that badly. â oh um--- again, sorry. i was uh... sorry iâm in the completely wrong room. i was looking for devon, he was paired with me on supply counting today... â
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clark hadnât been this aware of his body since he was going through puberty. but he had to focus on something other than keiranâs body and everyoneâs grief and the fact that he couldnât do a single thing to help. he hadnât known him, really, at all. but they were all in this batshit fucking bullshit together and they had to help each other out.
and clark couldnât. but he nodded, hoping becca was right. âyeah, she is tough, at least,â he managed haltingly. his stance finally broke when becca explained what happened that night. âoh shit,â he murmured, one hand going to the back of his neck, the other falling to his side. âsorry, uh⊠i didnât realize- i mean, thatâs⊠really rough.â
he grimaced, knowing that wasnât at all the right thing to say. this was why he felt so out of control. this was why he left it to other people to handle the serious shit.
becca only knew the routine things to say, the ever-repeating one like grief quotes that youâre supposed to say, but beyond that ? she didnât know. becca knew grief, she knew it long and well, but this... this kind of grief was different. it weighed on you, crushing you down into tiny pieces and whispering your numbers are dwindling, this town is getting smaller and smaller.
clarkâs expression changed, and becca bowed her head. talking about it was supposed to help, but the memories kept pushing back and forth in her mind. she didnât want to remember it--- if she could, sheâd down a bottle of jack right here, right now to drown it all out. but she couldnât, so here she was. â itâs... itâs okay, not everyone... not everyone knows. â
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           âPlease, youâre one of the f e w I actually like to listen to.â Which was TRUE. It was easy to tune others out, the constant drama, the bickering, && the âwords of advice.â It was all fucking BULLSHIT from most people anyways; the echo of their on voice in the mind more s o o t h i n g than the actual meaning behind said locutions.Â
     But not Becca. Weirdly enough, in this fucked up world Harry found someone who understood. From what he read he was lucky in that regard, most never do. It was UNEXPECTED in Becca Gelb â the one whoâs words also tended to get her into trouble, but in the best sort of way. Advice from her didnât follow with a roll of his eyes, it meant something ; sheâd been there too.
          Based solely from the tight grip of the pillow, he knew what kind of night it was. Sometimes touch was exhausting in itself, nothing more soothing than the idea of a mausoleum with nothing in it. But nights like this ?? One almost needed to feel claustrophobic to know that things are okay â or at least as okay enough to inhale, exhale.
     Long frame t o p p l e d over her, head on shoulder as a half-hearted chuckle emitted from his chest. âAs if you could come up with one on a good day, Gelb ; but sure, weâll go with that.â A pause, he never did well with the void s i l e n c e â âYou know pillows are multi-purposeful. Great for sleep of course, but also good for yelling, throwing â ripping even sometimes you know.â He rambled, dark gaze taking a quick peep at the other before falling to the floor. ââOr I would say Iâd sing you to sleep, but I wouldnât want to TORTURE you further.â
â now that is surprising. â the gelb girl mustered a laugh, albeit a broken one, but she stayed clutching that pillow. her gaze stayed on harry as he moved through her house--- it wasnât the most clean house, but it was just her now and she made do with what she could. it didnât look perfect to begin with; this was actually progress.
but the one thing she did love about her house was the couch. they had it for years, and it never failed to lull becca to sleep--- except for this morning when she came in crashing and couldnât get a wink.Â
harry plopped down beside her, his head finding her shoulder, and for a moment she could breathe. it was a breath of release, the clasp around her lungs giving way for the time being. it always amazed her how he had the power to do that, and he didnât even know how. maybe it was the bond they had formed over time, maybe it was what they shared with each other, but now those reasons werenât vital. him being here, was.Â
his quipp forced a small laugh from her, but her grip tightened on the pillow. â i can out joke you all day and you know it. â she managed back, but soon he was tumbling to the ground. â iâve heard pillows are really good for suffocation, too. â she threw the pillow at the boys face, but leaned over the side nonetheless to send him a broken smile.
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