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

Chapter 12

Bea's POV

"Hey, Elliot!" I shout from my bedroom. About half of my closet is currently laid out on my bed and the other half in piles on the floor. This always happens when I pack for vacations. I end up taking all of the clothes out of my closet and spend all day trying to pick which outfit I want to bring.

"WHAT?!" he shouts from his bedroom. I walk towards my open door and lean against the frame.

"Have you seen my boots? The tall, black ones with the heels?" I shout back. There's a moment of silence before another loud shout from Elliot.

"NO!"

"Elliot quiet down! Canada just called to complain!" Georgia yells at him from her room. I shake my head and laugh at my sibling's playful banter, walking back into my room. I stop in front of my bed and groan at the enormous pile of clothing I still had to pack in my suitcase. I should have made a list.

I hear a knock from the entrance of my bedroom and turn to see my mother standing there. I smile at her and wave my hand motioning her to come in. She grins and walks towards where I'm standing making a surprised face at the large pile of clothing on my bed.

"Wow! Bea, we're only staying for two weeks and we're going to have a laundry machine. I don't think you need this many outfits," she chuckles looking through the pile of shirts, shorts, skirts, and dresses. I shake my head at my mother's obvious joking state.

"Yes, mom. This is what I'm packing. I'm gonna need five more suitcases just for all of my clothes," I laugh throwing a gray tank top on the floor near my closet. "So, what brings you here?"

"Oh, yeah!" she exclaims, moving the pile over so she could sit on the edge of my bed. "Did you decide who you're bringing to Florida?"

I freeze at the question and look up at the wall across from where I stood. Oh, shoot! How could I have forgotten? Jamie and her aunt were coming over tomorrow and my mother didn't have a clue. I hadn't even told my siblings about it and we tell each other almost everything. I slowly turn to face my mother and smile, chuckling nervously.

"Haha. Um, about that--"

"Don't tell me you don't want to invite a friend." I shake my head.

"No, that's not it. It's just--I invited Jamie," I finish waiting for my mother's response. She looked slightly confused probably forgetting who Jamie even was which wasn't helping my case at all. "Jamie the one I saved from the person."

"OH! Her! Wait why--"

"I know it seems a little weird because we just met but I don't know, she's nice. From what I can tell at least. Oh, and her and her aunt are coming over for dinner tomorrow night. I know I should have run this all by you, but I just got all excited and please don't be mad at me because--"

"Bea, sweetheart. Calm down. I'm not mad at you, you're a very hard person to be mad at." I let out a breath of air, revealed that she wasn't mad or upset at me. "But..."

Oh, no.

"You need to tell me these kinds of things in advance. So, I came prepare. Okay?" I nod my head in an agreement, smiling when I realized that was all she wanted to say. "Good!" She stands up and I immediately hug her as a show of thanks for having to deal with all of my shit. She kisses the top of my head, patted my back, and left the room.

I all of the sudden felt a large weight being lifted off of my shoulders and my stress melting away. It was such a surreal feeling. This whole year has had me filled to the brim with stress, what with the fans, interviews, releasing my new single "Yes Girl", and most of all working on my next album idea. But this vacation was exactly what I needed to let that all go and just enjoy the time with myself, my family, and Jamie.

A familiar ringing sound coming from in my bed snapped me out of my thoughts. I look down where the sound was coming from and groan when I realize that my phone was buried in the mountain of clothing. Throwing caution to the wind, I push the pile over, causing a big chunk of it to topple over on the ground. I spot my phone and happily pick it up.

"Ah, ha!" I yell completely forgetting about the huge that was now on the floor. When I turn on my phone a message appears from none other than Jamie Barenmat.

My heart skips a beat when seeing the name. What could Jamie need? Or was she not coming anymore? She couldn't be not coming anymore, right?

From: Jamie Barenmat

Hey! I just wanted to ask if there was anything specific I needed to bring.

Sent: 12:47 pm

I sigh at the relatively normal message and type in a response back.

To: Jamie Barenmat

um...just clothes, a swimsuit, you know the essentials.

Sent: 12:48 pm

I push send and place my phone face down on my dresser, thinking the conversation would end there. But it didn't, as I hear my phone make the same ringing sound again. Not that I was complaining.

From: Jamie Barenmat

I've never been on a plane before 😥😫

Sent: 12:50 pm

I pause, looking at the message several times, trying to read between the lines, even though there was only one line. But then I thought maybe I was just overthinking it. Something I do a lot.

To: Jamie Barenmat

don't worry! I've been on many plane rides, you'll be fine 😊

Sent: 12:55 pm

The whole point of my text was to, of course, calm Jamie down. She seemed nervous, but considering I couldn't really tell what she was feeling since I was unable to see her facial expressions or reactions, I didn't really know for sure if she was feeling that way. Another ring.

From: Jamie Barenmat

Cool! It must be fun traveling to different places and being able to meet so many different people.

Sent: 12:57 pm

I smile at the message, thinking about how true it was. I'd meant hundreds of people since I was thirteen years old. The other kids at the X-Factor I was competing against, running into fans in towns and cities, and seeing them sing my songs at the top of their lungs at my concerts. Which were only in venues that could hold 100-500 people. But, that didn't mean I wasn't thankful for how far I'd gotten since the X-Factor. I loved my fans.

To: Jamie Barenmat

yeah, it is. but it can get hectic and I experience a lot of jet lag 😩

Sent: 12:58 pm

I laugh a bit at my message and decide to put my phone down and make an attempt at finishing packing before tomorrow. My phone rang once more.

From: Jamie Barenmat

Lol, 😂 I should probably go start packing. See ya tomorrow!

Sent: 1:01 pm

I read it and quickly reply with:

To: Jamie Barenmat bye!

Sent: 1:02 pm

Walking over to my pile of clothing and started packing for the vacation with a girl I meant just a few days ago.

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Hey, so this one is about 1.2k words.Which is nice! I didn't really edit it very well since I was kinda rushed so sorry if it sucks grammatically.

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