“What am I going to do Becca?”
“That depends on what anda want, hon.”
“I-I want Wally. I cinta him.”
“Then get him back.”
“Flirt. Make him jealous.”
“I-I can't flirt. Phoebe says I should dress kinda revealing, make him want me.”
“Well then what am I supposed to do? I want Wally!”
“So have someone flirt with you!”
“...who did anda have in mind?”
Becca smirked and leaned back coolly. Willow looked at her, goosebumps rising at her sister's sly and devilish demeanor.
“NO! I don't want to lead him on!”
“Willow, the guy loves you! He'd do it!”
“But he'll get hurt in the end! I don't want him hurt cause I can never cinta him!”
“He won't! He knows what's happening!”
Becca quickly covered her hands with her mouth.
“I...may have...purposefully...texted him,” Becca said.
“I'm sorry! But anda were hurting! I didn't know what else to do!”
“UGH! I wish anda hadn't done that!”
“So you're just going to become a slut then?!”
“What choice do I have Becca?!”
Willow looked away and Becca moved closer to Willow. She put her head on Willow's shoulder, a sign that she was done fighting.
“I just don't want anda to become a toy to him,” Becca whispered. “You're my sister. I cinta you. I don't want any boy messing with your heart. Wally is close to being on my kill list. I know Billy. He would never flirt with other girls. He has eyes only for you.”
“I appreciate that Becca. But I cinta Wally. Besides, I don't think Billy would want after...”
Becca lifted her head, eyes glowing.
Willow didn't respond and just looked down.
“You did it, didn't you?”
Willow looked at her.
“You did! Willow!”
“I'm sorry Becca! It just happened!”
“These things don't just happen Willow! Oooooo! I'm going to KILL Wally!”
“No! Becca it wasn't like that!”
“Then how'd it happen Willow?!”
“Well, we just started kissing. Then it got lebih intense and...”
Becca studied her sister for a long time. She sighed.
“He BETTER marry anda for this! I will NOT let my sister think she's detik hand goods!”
A sudden smirk lit up on Becca's face and Willow looked a little nervous.
“We need to go shopping,” Becca said.
“Your wedding dress of course!”
“Yep. Your wedding dress. C'mon!”
“And who am I getting married to?” Willow asked nervously.
“Billy. And Wally's invited!”