Call Me Crazy (A Bechloe Fanfiction)

Chapter 20

"Babe what are you doing tonight?" Beca asked Chloe when the blonde got home from the store.

"Nothing, why?" Chloe asked, setting the bag of groceries down on the table.

"My mom signed me up for a support group and it says to bring you significant other the first session." Beca sighed. "I don't want to do this."

"You'll be fine, and of course I'll come," Chloe said. "We can make a date out of it!"

"Oh yeah because the perfect date is going to an anorexia support group and then to a shitty rom com," Beca said, rolling her eyes.

"It's only for a little while, then as soon as you feel stable again, you won't have to go," Chloe said reassuringly. "I bought some stuff to make lasagna, are you up to eating some?"

"Yeah," Beca said. "Honestly the only days I don't feel like eating are when there's other people besides you or my mom around. I'm too self conscious I guess."

"You'll get through it, and I'll be right there with you." Chloe gave Beca a kiss and handed her the pasta. "Can you boil some water while I get the sauce made?"

"Yeah," Beca said. "I think I'm gonna get my dress altered so I can get some sleeves on it." 

"Baby what is the deal with the sleeves?" Chloe asked softly, wrapping an arm around Beca's waist. "I'm sure it looks great without them."

"I don't really like to talk about it," she whispered, pulling away from Chloe. 

"Beca stop, you're gonna have to open up to someone at some point today, just let it be me." 

"I just-," Beca started, trying to open herself up a little bit. "You know I have depression and everything, and before I got help, I used to cut and I just don't want to deal with that on a day that's supposed to be happy." 

"Baby, why didn't you tell me?" Chloe asked softly. 

"Because it's not just that. I feel like my arms are too fat and I'd much rather have them not bothering me."  

"You're beautiful," Chloe said, holding Beca's hands and rolling up the sleeves on her sweatshirt. "And these scars are just proof that you're so much stronger than people give you credit for." 

"How do you see me through this?" Beca asked. "How have you always seen me as this strong, independent woman when I look like this?" 

"Because this makes you stronger. And you've always seen me over my schizophrenia, why shouldn't I be able to do the same?" Chloe wrapped her arms around Beca's waist and gave her a kiss on the forehead. "Bec, opening up to me isn't gonna make me any less in love with you. You know I fall more and more in love with you every day, and nothing's gonna change that." 

Beca nodded. "Do care if I get sleeves on the dress? I'd just feel better with them."

"Baby it's your dress, and I just want you to feel happy and beautiful and confident," Chloe said. 

"Thank you," Beca said. "Oh the water's boiling, do you want me to put the noodles in?" 

"Yeah," Chloe replied. "I really hope you like the sauce, it was my grandma's recipe." 

"I'm 100% Italian, I'm pretty sure I'll love it," Beca laughed. 

After the lasagna was finished, Chloe handed Beca a plate of it and sat down at the table across from her. "When is that meeting?" 

"Support group? It's in a hour," Beca replied, rolling her eyes. "I don't want to go." 

"You'll be fine, I'll be there the whole time," Chloe said. "Do you feel up to eating?"