It'll Be Okay (A Bechloe Fanfic)

Chapter 4

"This is it." Beca says putting in the key, turning the handle and opening the door. "Come on in." Shes says holding the door for me. "Nice place." I say admiring her simplicity. The apartment is small with very little in it. When you walk in, there is a couch which faces the tv, and across from all of that is the kitchen. "Thanks." Beca says. "Can I use your bathroom?" I ask as she puts her bookbag down on the kitchen island. "Sure, down that hall first door on the left. Can I get you something to drink?" "Oh no, I'm good. Thank you though." I respond leaving Beca in the kitchen.
When I return from the bathroom Beca is sitting at island in a barstool, scrolling through her phone intensely. "You good?" "Yeah, just give me one second and we can go." I cross my arms and nod, taking a look around the small little apartment. I walk over to the small shelf under her television mounted on the wall and admire one of her many framed pictures. "Is this you?" I ask picking up a picture of a young girl maybe 4 or 5. "Yeah, thats me." Beca replies looking up from her phone. "We should go. Let me just grab my wallet." She says frantically rushing toward what I would guess was her bedroom. While I wait I pick up another picture of what looks to be 8 year old Beca and a young boy slightly older than her. "Who's this?" I ask when she re-enters the room. "My brother. You ready?" I can sense Beca didn't want to talk about her family much, or anything really due to her short answers and immediate change of subject. "Yeah." I nod. "I'm ready."
We step out of the house and head to Beca's car. "Where to?" She asked hopping in her car. "I know a cute little diner about twenty minutes away if your in the mood for that type of food?" I suggest. "Sounds good to me." Beca said. "Guide me."  "Just head towards town, I'll guide you from there." Beca nods and we are left in silence, for what felt like the hundredth time today. The radio hummed under soft sound waves, making out sweet symphonies of current pop artists. "I don't think I've heard this song." I say turning up the radio a tad. "You like it?" Beca asks, suddenly interested in my response. "Yeah, the beat is really good and it flows well." I say trying to take in the music. "I made it." Beca smiles proudly. I look over from the passenger seat. "You made this? Like you mixed it?" "Hell yeah I did." She smirks. "I like to make mixes sometimes. This one's called 'car radio'." "Woah, thats so cool Beca!" She smiles widely. "Thanks, I like to think of it as a unique hobby." "It totally is." I nod. "So are you like some sort of DJ?" I ask curiously. "No, not by any means." She chuckles. "I mean I guess I could be, but I'm usually the only one listening to my mixes, besides well... now... you." "Well I am honored to be the first person to have a listen on what you do behind closed doors." I smirk. "You're so weird." She scoffs shaking her head. We drive a little further without speaking, each of us absorbing Beca's music. "So, have you lived in Atlanta your whole life?" I ask. "No, actually, I grew up in Gainesville, about an hour from here. What about you?" "Crescent City, Florida. Its like a 6 hour drive." Beca nods. "Must be nice... to get like a fresh start." "Yeah kinda, I mean I had to move out here so it took me a while to adjust to everything." I tell her. "See, a lot of people from my high school ended up at Barden. It was one of the closest schools." Beca and explains.

When we get closer to town, I start giving Beca directions to the diner. A few turns later and we made it. We step out of the car and up to the diner door, which Beca graciously held for me. I thank her and begin heading towards a booth for two in the back. The waitress follows us and takes our drink order, the leaves Beca and I alone at the table. "So..you have a brother. What else should I know about you?" I ask Beca curiously. "Well," She says shyly, taking a sip of her water that was brought to us when we were seated. "What do you want to know?" I lean in towards her as I get comfortable in the booth. "What's your favorite thing to do outside of school, work, and mixing music?" Beca sits for a minute, trying to figure out how to answer my question. "I mean, thats all I really do. I don't have time for much else." "Oh come on." I push. "You don't have a favorite TV show, or try to be Martha Stewart in your kitchen or something?" "Well, I guess I like Gossip Girl, and I like to bake sometimes." I smile acceptingly at her. "See, that's something! I'll be expecting you to bake for me sometime in the near future." She nods and lets out a slight chuckle. "Okay." The waitress comes back and takes our food order and we sit in silence for a moment after she leaves. "Do you see your brother very often?" I say hesitantly. "Yeah, we're close. He actually goes to Barden, he's a senior. You might've seen him if you've ever gone into the radio station, he works there." She explains. I nod and before I can ask another question, she spits one at me. "Do you have any siblings?" "Yeah, I have an older sister Alexa, who is five years older than me. And I also have a younger sister, Emma, who is four years younger than me." I share.

The rest of lunch was followed by more of us getting to know each other, but Beca tried to steer me away from asking anything more about her family and her life in general. I have every intention of getting this shy little flower to open up all her beautiful petals to me.