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hold each other’s stare as Becca continues washing up the breakfast dishes and Josh takes out a carton of milk from the fridge. I can actually feel the tension coming off of them as they move past each other in the small kitchen area. Josh finishes up the carton of milk and goes to chuck it. His body skims up against Becca’s to squeeze past her to get to the garbage can and she does little to pull herself in to give him room enough to pass. Their bodies slide into each other and they both mumble a little apology, Josh once again using the nickname ‘Becks.’
    My heart sinks, realizing what is playing out in front of me. Her getting so angry before makes more sense now. I can see what’s going on between them even more than they can yet. There’s a mutual attraction building there. It’s too early to tell if it’s anything more than that, but whatever it is brewing does not bode well for the three of us.

Chapter Five
    Josh
    Even though Aidan’s at work, Becca is still here. I don’t mind. I don’t mind at all. She’s parked in my chair and I’m sprawled across the couch with one eye on the TV, the other eye on the iPad that’s propped up on my lap.
    “What are you doing on that thing?” Becca asks over her shoulder.
    “Nothing really. Just looking stuff up.”
    “Oh, can I see it?” She holds her hand out to me. I close out of the screen I’m on and get up from the couch to hand it to her.
    “Hmm,” she says once I sit back down. Her fingers dance over the screen. “This is interesting.”
    “What’s that?”
    “I’m looking up your history, seeing what kind of stuff you look up on here.” She laughs, raising her eyebrows. “Wow, dirty. You’re one sick pervert.”
    I’m up on my feet, darting across the room, seizing the iPad back from her. Oh shit . I’m terrified as I glance down at the screen to see what disgusting sites she busted me looking up. It could be just about anything. Please God, don’t let it be the porn site with the pierced, tattooed girls .
    An APP is opened, a zombie game. That’s all.
    She’s hysterical. “Ew, I was kidding, but what sick shit are you looking up? Obviously stuff you don’t want me to see.” Her eyes are lit up and she tries to stifle her laughter by cupping her hand over her glossy lips.
    I tuck the iPad in between the couch cushions, hiding it from her. Later I gotta figure out a way to erase the history. Right after I check out that site one more time .
    “Sometimes I may stumble on some interesting things,” I say, trying to recover casually.
    “On the internet we all stumble on some interesting things, right?” She turns around and gives me one of her flirty winks. My stomach tightens. Who is this girl? I can’t get over the way she just says whatever she wants. Did she just kind of admit to being an internet pervert? Holy fuck . I would chop off my left arm to know what interesting things she’s looking up herself.
    Becca tugs on the zipper of her hoodie, zipping and unzipping it absently, the trail of stars coming in and out of view. Her boobs are definitely real. “Did Aidan do your tattoos?” I ask, wondering if there are any others I just can’t see.
    “Nope, none of them.”
    “You have more than just those stars?”
    “Maybe,” she purrs, arching her eyebrows up and I swear my chest plunges forward just like some animated cartoon characters would. I stare back over at the TV in a daze.
    I could be in my room but instead I spend the next hour watching celebrities dance. Not only am I watching, but I’m being instructed to give each couple a score following their dance. And I’m discussing this shit, saying things like, “wow, that old guy is pretty good” and “you’re right, that’s not fair to the others if they have a background in dancing.” After the show is over, I’m actually using my cell phone to call in and vote for the couple Becca “totally thinks deserves to win.”
    “Are you hungry?” I ask, once