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

Chapter 16

Bea's POV

While Jamie grabbed her stuff for the trip and put it in my room, I set out five bowls for the ice cream, the recent events of the dinner flooding my mind. Jamie and her aunt didn't seem to be the closest of people. Which I didn't understand why because her aunt seemed like the sweetest person. But, first impressions aren't everything.

"Where's my ice cream, Earthling?!" Elliot bums walking over to where I'm standing and staring intensely at me. All I do is glare at him and proceed to scoop the rest of the ice cream into the bowls, making a mental note to give Elliot just a little bit less because he seemed to be on some kind of sugar high. As usual.

"Is the ice cream set out, yet?" my mom's voice calls from the doorway where she was previously talking to Jamie's Aunt. I turn around to look at my family, the ice cream scoop in my right hand.

"Give me a minute!" I command all too aggressively, turning back around to finish what everyone was so eager to consume. That's when I heard footsteps behind me and a silent Jamie leans herself against the kitchen counter next to me. I glance at her for a moment. She was twiddling nervously with her thumbs, avoiding my direct gaze, and instead of watching my family start quietly sit back around the table. I continue to look at her, but she doesn't turn her head. Looking back at the ice cream I shake my head, trying not to make this any more awkward that it is.

That's when I notice how red her face is and how fidgety she's acting. She looks as if she felt guilty of something. Although, I don't know why. What the hell would she ever do?

Jamie and I carried the bowls to the table along with whipped cream, chocolate sauce, and sprinkles. Elliot and Georgia, of course, went crazy with the toppings leaving only half of everything for everyone else.

"Elliot! Georgia! Lay off the good stuff!" my mom would instruct, reaching over the table to grab the whipped cream can from Elliot and the sprinkles from Georgia. "You're both going to fall into an eternal sugar coma if you keep this up!"

"That would be awesome!" Elliot shouts as his eyes lit up from the amount of sugar that was currently running through his system. Georgia had chocolate sauce all over her mouth and a bit on her nose.

I looked over at Jamie, planning to mouth the words 'sorry', but instead find her laughing at my siblings and making weird faces with them. A faint smile forms itself onto my face, and out of the corner of my eye, I see a similar smile on my mother's face.

"I'm glad you're not offended by the way my children eat, Jamie," she remarks happily. Jamie giggles and turns to my mom.

"Oh, please," she says waving a hand in the air haphazardly, "you should see how I actually eat when I'm home alone." My mom full out laughs at this. I laugh with her, knowing how relatable that statement was.

"You should see this girl eat," my mom replies pointing at me. "She's like a vacuum. I buy something she likes, it's gone within an hour." I groan and bury my face in my hands as Jamie chuckles lightly.

"What do expect to happen to the food you buy that I like? I'm gonna eat it!" I mumble into the palms of my hands.

"Well, I mean, Bea's not the only one who eats all the food in the house. My aunt has complained about that on multiple occasions," I hear Jamie tell my mom. A real smile cracks on my face, as I realize how much Jamie has started becoming comfortable with us.

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"Let's watch Mean Girls!" I suggest as I flip through the movies and shows on Netflix.

Jamie stares at me unimpressed. She was currently hugging a throw pillow to her chest, sitting on the other side of the couch opposite to me, curled up in a ball. How such a tall girl with legs that went on for infinity managed to curl herself up so small, I would never know, but all I did know was that she never looked cuter. Friends can call their friends cute, right? I mean, us girls have to stick together and support each other, unconditionally.

"Sure!" she agrees, her voice full of sarcasm. "And after that, we can get change into our Ugg boots and leggings, go to Starbucks, and talk about boys!"

This time, it's my turn to look at her unimpressed. I can see the smirk form on her face as I stretch out my legs and start kicking at her. She playfully kicks back and uses her pillow to hit me.

"HEY!" I yell grabbing another throw pillow and start doing the same. We both jump off the couch, stand upon the ground, and start having a legit fight with the pillows. Not the playful, giggly, stereotypical girls' sleepover pillow fight. More like a martial arts, circling each other, and waiting for the other to make a move kind of fight.

"You gonna make a move or are you chicken?" I mock, making chicken noises, place my arms to my sides and bobbing my head back and forth like a chicken. Jamie lets out a scoff and lazily chucked the pillow at me.

"Actually, you're the chicken, now," she points out, tackling me to the ground.

Before I know it, I'm laying on my back with the pillow held to my chest and Jamie laying on top off me. Our noses were nearly touching and her hands were pinning my shoulders to the ground. Her knee was lodged between my legs and everything seemed to stop. We looked at each other for a moment before Jamie immediately went into panic mode and climbed off of me, standing up, and straightening out her clothes and fixed her hair.

It takes me a minute to register what had just happened, before slowly getting up off the ground, finding it a little difficult since my legs were jelly and my breath was unsteady.

Jamie had her arms crossed firmly over her chest and she was biting her bottom lip so much I was surprised it didn't draw blood.

"Sorry," she whispers so quietly I almost didn't catch it.

"It's fine. You're fine."

And sadly, our night of fun and games came to a stretching halt and was then filled with nothing but awkwardness and the background noises of Mean Girls (which we had unanimously decided was a good movie to watch at the moment).

After the movie had ended I looked over and was met with a passed out, slightly drooling, but still cute Jamison Barenmat. I couldn't help but smile at the unconscious girl that I'd just met like what...five days ago? I shake my head, trying to get comfortable on the couch, but ultimately finding it difficult to, given the fact that Jamie's lengthy body was taking up all of the space. I let out a sigh and roll onto the floor, the blanket rolling me up like a caterpillar.

"Bea!" Jamie suddenly yells, sitting up, and scaring the shit out of me. I sit up to see what was wrong and find her staring straight in front of her, eyes wide open. I hesitate to shake her, afraid she'll go into attack mode and just continue to stare at her.

She lays back down and closes her eyes, her hands resting under her cheek. A smile appears on her face. I giggle under my breath, taking a strand of her hair and tucking it behind her ear. An even bigger smile appears on her face.

I lay my head back down, excited for what the next two weeks would hold for us.

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Hey! I'm so excited!

Bc I cannot wait to write and publish the upcoming chapters!

That's all I wanted to say!

Bye!!!

(Also, listen to Ocean Eyes by Billie Eilish...IT'S REALLY GOOD!)