Give Me Your Forever

Becky's Pov

"Rebecca, darling, are you done yet?"

I heard Mom calling from downstairs. I quickly headed to the kitchen.

Hi, I'm Rebecca Patricia Armstrong, a 4th-year high school student at Horizon Academy. I'm half Thai and British—my mommy is Thai, and daddy is British.

"Good morning, Mama," I said, kissing her cheek.

"Good morning, darling. Excited for today?" Mom asked.

"Very excited. I think I'll just eat breakfast at school," I said, checking my bag.

"Bring some snacks. I made your favorite sandwich—two for you and one for each of your friends," Mom said, handing me six sandwiches.

"Thank you, Mama. You're the best! I love you!" I said, hugging her.

"My princess has really grown up...,"

Dad came down the stairs. They always call me darling or princess.

"Good morning, Papa. I'm still your princess," I said, hugging him.

"My princess is going to college soon," Dad said.

"Our princess is already popular in the academy, Dad. I saw boys giving her flowers and chocolates last year," Richie added, walking in from the living room.

That’s my brother, Richie, who just got back from our company branch in England. He graduated from Horizon Academy last year and started working right away in our family business—Style Prime, one of the top clothing companies in Thailand, with branches worldwide.

"When did you get here, bro?" I asked.

"Just this morning, sis. Papa, I’ll drive Becky to the academy," Richie said.

"Sure, kiddo. I’ve got a meeting with new business partners today. Head to the company afterward. I’ll try to be home before dinner, princess," Dad said.

"That’s okay, Papa. I have plans with my friends after class," I replied.

"Then Richie will pick you up after, darling," Mom said.

"Yes, Mama. Richie, my driver," I teased.

"Really? Teasing me already, Rebecca Patricia?" Richie shot back.

"You started it," I laughed.

"Both of you, stop teasing each other. Richie, be kind to your sister. Rebecca, you’re going to be late," Mom reminded us.

"Yes, Mama." We said in unison.

"Wait for me in the car, bro. I forgot something in my room," I said.

I ran upstairs, grabbed the hoodie, then joined Richie in the car.

"Let’s go," I said.

"As you wish, our princess," Richie replied.

I played some music on my phone as he drove. I stared at the hoodie in my lap.

"That’s really important to you. Is the person important too?" Richie asked.

"Yes. I didn’t see her face because of the cap and mask, but I know she’s a girl—and same year as me, since she wasn’t wearing a uniform," I said.

I told my family what happened that day.

"For over a year, I thought you’d already met Uno again. Lucky person, being that important to my little sister," Richie said, smiling.

"Not yet in person. But I always watch their performances on the academy’s TVs. I am their first fan, after all," I replied.

"Maybe this is the year you finally meet Uno. I believe in perfect timing," Richie said.