Song Like You (Bea Miller Fanfiction) {{ON HOLD}}

Chapter 6

Bea's POV

The walk home was boring and uneventful, as expected. No one to talk to and nothing to really look at given the fact that I'd seen all of it about twenty million times for the past seventeen years of my life. This place was boring. I wanted to escape. I didn't hate Maplewood I just...lost interest. Which is probably normal; wanting to escape from the place I've been living in for seventeen years. Wanting to explore the vast world that surrounded the tiny neighborhood that I lived in. Wanting to be free. Like the stars in the sky, or birds in the trees, or the animals in the woods.

But for now, I would have to enjoy my time here with my mom and my siblings as much as could.

"Bea!" I hear someone call out from behind me. I turn about and see a little old lady on sat on a rocking chair on her porch with a white cat sat in her lap. It was Mrs. Basilay, my piano teacher. I smiled at her before turning to walk towards where she sat with her cat Doodle.

"Hey!" I exclaim leaning against the patio post. Doodle jumped from her lap and ran towards my feet nuzzling into my leg. I giggled and picked him up, gently petting his back as he purred with delight. I was more of a dog person, of course, but Doodle was very gentle and unlike most cats, enjoyed having company, if she's in a good mood.

"I saw you walking earlier, I was gonna say hi, but you were talking to your friend," Mrs. Basilay spoke up in her very calming and tender voice.

"Oh, Jamie? Yeah, I was walking her back to her house," I explain not looking up from Doodle as I continued to stroke his soft fur.

"Is she a friend of yours? You two seem to get along quite nicely." I look up from Doodle and saw the small smile on Mrs. Basilay's face. I thought about the question a little. Were we friends? We did seem to get along okay walking this morning. We weren't enemies or anything just acquaintances. But how was I supposed to explain to my piano teacher of eight years that I'd stumbled upon her in the middle of the night, pulled her into my secret room trying to save her life, and then I took her back to my home? Yeah, not happening.

"Yeah, we've been friends for a few years now," I mumbled turning my attention back to Doodle. Mrs. Basilay continues to rock in her chair looking out into the neighborhood.

"So how's the album idea going?" she asked sounding fairly excited about the subject. I gave her a confused look at first, but when the realization came to me my face immediately fell.

"To be completely honest, not well." I knew what I wanted to do with the idea and where I want it to go but I just wasn't sure if anyone would like the idea.

"Oh, come on now, Bea!" Mrs. Basilay bombed making me jump out of my skin at the sudden rise of her voice. Doodle hissed and jumped out of my arms running into the house. "I know you. You'll stop to nothing. This is just a rough patch." I groan and rest my elbow on the rail looking out into the waking neighborhood.

"That's not the problem," I explain as a red Ford Escape drove by. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a confused look start to form on Mrs. Basilay's face.

"Well, what is it?"

"I'm scared," I blurt out without a second thought. I let out a long, loud sigh and sank to the floor, my back now leaning against the rail of the patio. "I'm scared that they wouldn't like my idea. And that I wouldn't get it done in time. And that it wouldn't be good enough. And that I'll never get my big break." Mrs. Basilay looks at me with a smile and laughs. I give her a confused look.

"Bea, you know what's stopping you? You! You're worrying so much about what others will think and forgetting why you're doing this," she says. "And do you know why you are doing this?" I looked at a caterpillar struggling to crawl on the patio ground. I smile and carefully grab it to put it on the nearest tree branch.

"To share my ideas with the world."

"Exactly! And if they don't like it," she continues grabbing both my hands and pulling me closer. "That's their problem." I smile sheepishly and lean in to give her a hug.

"Thank you," I whisper.

"You're welcome."

Suddenly, I feel a buzzing in my pocket and pull out my phone. The screen pops up with a picture of my mom and her name below it with a message following.

Mom: Get home now! Family meeting!

I sigh and put my phone back in my pocket.

"I have to go my mom needs me home," I explain to Mrs. Basilay. She stands up from her chair and nods her head.

"Better get going then. Don't want to keep her waiting." We hug again and say our goodbyes as I quickly run back to my house feeling better than I had been.

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This was more of a filler chapter which is why it's under 1,000 words.

And it's super crappy and I didn't really have time to edit it so sorry if there were A LOT OF mistakes.

ALSO CHAPTER TWO: RED IS COMING OUT JUNE 2! Y'ALL BETTER LISTEN TO THE EP WHEN IT COMES OUT OR I WILL PERSONALLY COME TO YOUR HOUSE, KILL YOUR FAMILY, AND 🎶BURN THE BRIDGES BURN THEM DOWN🎶 CAUSE SOMETIMES 🎶I CAN'T BREATHE I CAN'T BREATHE🎶 WHEN I LISTEN TO 🎶A SONG LIKE YOU I PLAY IT EVERY NIGHT🎶

I'm sorry

NOT!