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

Chapter 15

Jamie's POV

I look at myself in the bathroom mirror, questioning every little detail about my outfit. Is this color right? Does it all go together? Is the jewelry too much? Does this shirt look too big? Are these pants okay? Am I overdressed? Why am I wearing two different types of earrings? I take out the heart-shaped stud earring and circle stud earring out of my ear and throw them into the jewelry box.

I was wearing a blue tank top with black abstract patterns on it that looked similar to the shape of an arrow. A silver necklace with a charm hanging down just below my chest. White jean shorts with tiny rips in them.

"Ready to go?" I furrow my brow in confusion and slowly turn to see my aunt standing there in a low-cut casual black dress and a silver necklace. And if I was being completely honest I hadn't expected her to even remember the dinner, let alone her be asking me if I was ready.

"Yeah!" I exclaimed, turning off the bathroom light, and walking down the stairs. I slip on my black sandals, grab my suitcase, and wait for Aunt Jenna to grab her purse and car keys. "You know, you didn't need to wear a dress. Pants would have been just fine."

My aunt gives me a questioning glance while opening the front door for us.

"I just want to make a good impression on your friend's family. Plus, you know me, I go formal to an informal," she explains. I roll my eyes at her last comment and decide to just push it away and not worry about it.

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My whole body was literally shaking as I stood at Bea's front door. I couldn't tell if it was because of the heat or just the fact that I'm really nervous, but I could feel sweat starting to form on my hands and forehead.

"Are you gonna knock or just stand there like a statue?" I hear my aunt ask me. I remember where I was and what I was doing and hesitantly knocked on the door. My heart was racing and I could hear it clearly in my ears. I wanted to run for the hills, but I physically couldn't move any muscle in my body. Of all time my social anxiety could be through the roof, it was now?

That's when I heard small footsteps from behind the door and I internally panic. Oh, geez, I hope that's not Bea. But who else would it be? Her sister? Brother? Mother?

The door slowly opens to reveal a nicely dressed Elliot standing there, wearing khaki shorts, a black belt, and a...pepe t-shirt?

"What's the password, peasants?" he yells, holding his hand up to stop up in our place. My aunt and I glance at each other in confusion.

"ELLIOT!" a familiar voice calls out from somewhere inside the house. A tiny smile starts to form on my face at the voice and there stands Bea at the bottom of the steps near the door, wearing a white t-shirt, white jeans with small rips in the knees, and black heels. She turns her head to me and gives an apologetic smile. "Sorry about him. He likes making people uncomfortable and confused."

Bea shoves Elliot out of the way and leads us into the family room.

"I like your shirt," I whisper to Elliot.

"I like you," he whispers back smirking. I nod my head in agreement and sit on the couch in between Bea and my aunt, while Elliot walks into the kitchen. The air smells like a variate of different smells, all amazing smells, making me realize how hungry I actually was.

"Why, hello, there!" Bea's mom greets, walking out of the kitchen followed by Elliot and Georgia. She was wearing jeans and a t-shirt covered by an apron. My aunt stands up and walks over to Mrs. Miller, holding out her hand to shake.

"Hi, I'm Jenna Williams. I'm Jamie's aunt." I stare at her in complete disbelief. Who was this person and what did they do with my aunt?

"I'm Kimberly Miller, Bea's mom, but you can call me Kim."