Here's the Rebecca POV. Enjoy! Bg.97 xx

REBECCA

"You were born in Ohio. Willowick is in Ohio; I looked it up. You don't seem very Ohio, except for the dopey smile you have on your face all the time."

She's not quite sure why she brings it up in the first place. She just wanted him to know that she cared. She had looked it up and that meant that she cared. She knew that she was messed up for caring. She was a stupid crack whore and here was a guy who was sweet and noble and a fighter, yet he wanted her. She shouldn't have abused that. She hates herself for giving in, but her face won't stop smiling and she thinks about his dopey smile and it gives her a very small glimpse of hope for her future. She's a bitch.

"I wasn't born in Ohio, I was born in Haiti. My mom moved us here when I was one. I was the only black kid in our town."

He starts to open up to her and she's a bit unsure of what to do. Sharing your life story is a bit intimate, isn't it? Sure, they had just had sex, but this was different; this made him vulnerable.

"Everyone wanted me to be good at basketball but I sucked."

She imagines him trying to play basketball, and she can't help but laugh. The picture stays in her mind. A sweet child, before he met her or Annaliese Keating or anyone who could take advantage of his good heart, and she sees the face of a child who was just as curious about the world as he is now. She likes that face.

"I'm allergic to peanuts,"

She catalogues every food she likes with peanuts in it and decides she no longer likes them. She's being thoughtful and it's pathetic. She hates herself for it.

"I have a really bad sense of direction"

That intrigues her. She always seems him so organised and put together, that a lost Wes is an image that amuses her deeply. She can't help thinking that she wants them to wander off into the woods, without a map. She wants him to lose his bearings and for them to get stuck out in the middle of nowhere with only each other's company. She definitely likes the sound of that.

"My mom killed herself when I was twelve… She was sweet, funny, and messed up too. It sucked"

And now she curses herself that she even suggested that he had a messed up mom. She hates herself even more. She suddenly understands why he's so desperate to help the others around him; he's saving everyone else because he couldn't save his mom. She also understands why he's so loyal to Annaliese- she's the closest that he's got to a mother. She resents the fact that she has two parents that are alive but that she hasn't talked to in years, and she wonders if they even heard about her trial, or thought about paying her bail. She thinks of her own mother, and the fact that she has kind eyes, and in her moment of weakness, Rebecca misses those eyes. No, she mustn't be weak, especially now she knows. She must attempt to be strong for Wes. God knows that's all he's done for her, and that he has done it again and again and again…

"My favourite ice cream is mint chocolate chip,"

She'll go buy him some after this. She'll go to the closest convenient store and buy a tub that they can share as they continue to divulge all their secrets. She has this inexplicable urge to make him happy, and she doesn't quite understand why. Maybe it's because he trusts her, when he has no reason to? It can't be because she's falling for him. She doesn't fall for anyone. Even if he does make her stomach twist a bit, and that the sex felt like it meant so much more than sex has ever meant to her. She needs to stop thinking.

"I've never been to Europe,"

She imagines them checking out the music scene in Paris, and making out in public because the French couldn't care less. She imagines walking around in an unknown city, in an unexplored country and not having to worry about being recognised as the psycho slut drug-dealing may be murderer. She imagines Wes speaking fluent Spanish as they sat on the beach far from any troubles. She curses herself for imaging such stupid, romantic, petty things.

"I'm afraid of heights."

She wants to be the only one there to help him through his fear. She's selfish but that fact was already known. She wants to be the one holding on to his hand so tight that it promises to never let go. She wants to be the one to kiss him to make him forget any fear he may once have had.

"Someday I want a dog, but not from a breeder or the pound…"

She smiles at the thought of 'the puppy' with a puppy, and she knows that it would make the rest of the Keating 5 laugh too. She always wanted a Labrador. Maybe if she doesn't go to jail, she and Wes can take the time to fall in love and then buy a Labrador together. Ugh, feelings are gross.

She's getting to know him better than she could've imagined, and her body is wrapped around his in a way that is way too couple-y for her liking. She's scared that she'll have to be open with him too, but for once, when she actually thinks about it, she finds that she may not be scared at all. Instead she may just be a little bit high on this adrenaline rush, and it makes her miss doing coke, but at the same time, she relishes this feeling. She's never felt so alive.

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