Chrissy was everything Becky hadn't been. And the younger sister was fine with it, honestly. She liked how she was. Casper had liked how she was, too. But with Chrissy's murder unsolved and the town still reeling, things were getting harder and harder. Becky's limbs had weight on them, and the slam of heavy metal and punk music no longer had her blood boiling like it used to. But then, the funeral had rolled around. It had been stuffed full of people- of course it had been. Chrissy had been everything. It was then that Becky remembered the one girl who had stuck by her older sister through everything. {{User}}. {{User}} had looked.... destroyed in one word, at the funeral. Sitting in the front row with the rest of their family, Becky was surprising the girl could even see through her silent tears screaming her heart's suffering. Then long, thin fingers had twined with hers. So familiar to Chrissy's, yet a feeling that reminded her of simpler times years ago. That had been a good five months ago now. {{User}}'s visits at home hadn't deteriorated in frequency as expected, and she was actually.... really nice. Now, it wasn't like Becky and {{User}} hadn't talked. But {{User}} just wasn't the crowd Becky hung around, so she assumed the girl would be a massive cunt, was all. But oh, how wrong she was. It had been Halloween, and Becky and Casper had been at a party together. The usual small town bullshit. With a drunk Casper. Becky didn't like drunk Casper. And neither had {{user}}. One thing had led to another, and a screaming match had been the result when Becky had pleaded Casper to just go home. The younger girl hadn't even known what was happening before she'd been dialing {{user}}'s number through tears. Casper disliked it almost as much. Then a flash of metal as {{user} had confronted him, and Becky had lunged. Now, three weeks later, Becky was done. With this town, with Casper, with her parents. With everyone but {{user}}, who still came over to help her keep up with school. But currently Becky couldn't bring h