Age Is Just a Number

Chapter 33: Unexpected

"Carry me." Beca pouted at her girlfriend as she limped out the car. The family had decided to treat Beca and take her out for something to eat straight after the game.

"Jump on." Chloe rolled her eyes and allowed Beca to jump up onto her back, carrying the brunette into the 1950s style diner.

"We're going to the quarterfinals!" The 18 year old sang as they took a seat in one of the larger booths so they could all fit.

"We get it, you've said it like a hundred times." Emily rolled her eyes. "You weren't even the one to score the goals." She muttered.

"Woah, someone's getting their period." Beca scoffed, earning herself a slap from her sister. "God!" She exclaimed, hitting her back.

"Girls, stop." John warned through his teeth.

"Emily, she doesn't have to be the one to score the goals to have an impact on the game. She still got player of the match." Peter explained to his granddaughter.

"Yeah!" Beca boasted, smirking at the younger girl.

"Oh my god, all you guys care about is soccer. It's all about Beca, I barely get noticed in this family!" Emily snapped and Chloe awkwardly looked away, she always felt weird around family fights that weren't her own family.

"Honey, we don't just care about Beca-"

"You do so! Just because she's gay and epileptic, it's like all the attention has to be on her 24/7!" Emily exclaimed, earning some funny looks from other people in the restaurant.

"Emily!" Kat exclaimed, quite surprised that all this was coming from her daughter. "Come with me, you need to cool off." She took Emily out of the diner to talk to her.

"I'm sorry if I keep talking about the game." Beca said genuinely.

"Beca, you don't need to be sorry." John reached forward and placed his hand on his daughter's forearm.

"Just a little sibling rivalry is what's going on. She's probably just a little jealous that you're doing so well on the team." Cheri suggested.

"Don't let it ruin your mood though Beca, you deserve to enjoy it." Chloe said softly, pushing a stray hair out of her girlfriend's face.

Seconds later Emily came back in, wiping her eyes. She didn't sit back down though, she just walked straight to the bathroom. Kat soon followed but she came back to the table.

"What's wrong?" John asked his wife.

"She got cut from the volleyball team." Kat said sadly.

That explains it.

A thought quickly popped into Beca's head as she pulled out her phone, fully aware that Chloe was watching what she was doing. She opened up her email and started typing one to Coach Corcoran.

Hey Coach,

I have something to ask you. I know it's already in the middle of the season and we're already into the cup games but would you let my little sister try out for the team? She helps me practice all the time and she's actually pretty good. I could see her being able to help Stacie in centre mid. As team captain, trust me on this one, she won't let you down.

Thank you,

Beca.

"That's sweet." Chloe whispered from her side after reading over the email.

"Don't let anyone know I'm nice." Beca jokingly warned as she hit send.

When Emily returned and apologised to Beca, they finally ordered their food and that's when the 18 year old's phone vibrated with an unknown message.