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

Chapter 20

Bea's POV

"Uh, Bea?" I hear Jamie say in a soft voice, snapping me out of my thoughts, but I kept my eyes focused on the page, as not to lose my train of thought. I make a 'hm' sound asking what she needed. "D-do you k-know where the b-bathroom is?" Her voices come out in a stutter and I glance over at Jamie, not moving my head.

"Yeah, it's just back there. The door should be on the right," I respond, using my pen to point in the direction. "Are you okay?" I couldn't see much of her face, but by the shakiness of her voice, I could tell something was up.

"Fi-ine j-just really need to pee." She gets up from her seat before she could finish getting the sentence out, leaving me slightly concerned and wondering what the problem was. I shrug it off and go back to writing my song. My mind kept wandering as the time passed by. Two minutes. Three minutes. Five minutes. Eight minutes. After ten minutes passed and still no Jamie, I closed my notebook, got up, and placed it on my seat to go investigate.

As I reached the bathroom door I froze, my mouth hanging open ready to say something. But my head started to fill with questions. Was I being too clingy? After all, it had only been ten minutes. Maybe she was just feeling airsick? That could be a possibility, especially since Jamie hadn't been on a plane before. Maybe she wanted a little space? But I mean there's no harm in just checking to make sure she's okay, right?

"Jamie?" I call out, my heart pounding. There was a long pause as I waited for some response that proved she hadn't somehow died in there. 

"Yeah?" she calls back. Her voice sounded hoarse like she had been yelling all day. 

"You okay in there?" I ask, sounding more concerned than I thought I was. Another long pause.

"I'm good. Just some...airsickness. I'll be out in a bit." Her voice kept cracking and I'd never felt more remorseful. Maybe my presentence was stressing her out?

"Alright, just let me know if you need anything," I offer, walking away from the door and back to my seat. I look out the window at the clouds just below us, trying not to worry about the shy girl in the bathroom. 

She probably felt uneasy traveling 1,000 miles away from home with people she'd just meant barely a week ago. I put my head in my hands and groan. I hadn't thought this through at all. Why did I pressure her into this? Why hadn't I considered her feelings? It was too late to turn back now though. All I could do was make her as comfortable as possible.

"Hey!" someone shouts. I look up and see Elliot looking over his seat at me. "How much longer?" I shrug my shoulders, taking out my phone to check the time. 

"I don't know, like an hour?" I predict. He groans and slides back down his seat. 

Thankfully, I see Jamie walking back to her seat and feel a little relieved, but now desperately thinking of something to talk about other than how she was feeling or if she was okay.

"So, I remember you said you'd show me what you were working on when you were finished," she chimes in before I can say anything. Her voice didn't sound as hoarse as before, leading me to believe she was feeling better. 

"Well," I began grateful she'd found something to talk about, "I'm not totally finished, this is just the first draft, but here's what I've got so far."

I open the book and hand it to her to read. As she starts skimming through the lines of the song, I couldn't help but notice how bloodshot her eyes were, and how they weren't the colorful, bright blue they were at the airport. Or when I first looked into them when we met. But staring at them now, they're gray. Like gloomy rain clouds. With no rays of sunshine to be seen.

I could tell how much her mood had dropped since the airport. She looked sad, a small frown painted her pale face as she continued to read the lyrics. A trip to Disney World and Universal Studios would cheer anyone up. Right?

"I like it," she says simply, closing the book and handing it back to me. I try not to get too offended by her lack of enthusiasm and reminding myself that she's probably just tired, anxious, or not feeling well. "I mean, I'd probably have a better judgment of it if I knew what the beat or melody was, but the words seem great."

"Yeah," I sigh. "I have some kind of beat in my head but I'll have to figure that out later."

A beep went off over the intercom as they told us to fasten our seatbelts for landing. I fasten my seat belt and hear Jamie let out a loud breath of air. Turning to her, I notice how uncomfortable she becomes, desperately gripping onto the ends of the armrest, her knuckles turning white.

My mind was racing with ideas to try and calm her down. All of them came up as clique, repetitive words and phrases that she probably hears on a regular basis but doesn't actually benefit in easing her nerves. Then a strange idea popped into my head. It was definitely a stretch, but worth a try.

I suck in a breath, gently loosen her hand's gripping from the armrest and taking her trembling hands into mind. She froze but didn't flinch, and out of the corner of my eye, I notice the way her eyes grew wide in dismay. Resisting the urge to turn my head towards her, I continue to look at the seat in front of me. My grip on her hand was fairly loose, just in case she didn't feel comfortable with this kind of affection. I would be lying if I said my heart wasn't racing and the plane cabin didn't feel like it was getting slightly warmer by the second. Maybe I was rushing things? Maybe she felt that if she pulled away it would come off as rude? Maybe--

I felt her hand lightly squeeze mine, snapping me out of my thoughts. Glancing over at Jamie I notice her other hand slowly ease its forceful grip on the armrest. Her breath, still heavy, starts to even out and the color starts returning to her pasty face.

"Hey," I whisper after letting her calm down for a bit, "I'm realizing now that this is probably stressful for you because you barely know me or my family and you're probably feeling anxious, but correct me if I'm wrong about anything I'm saying right now or in the future. I justed wanted to let you know that if you are feeling like that again you can talk to me or my mom or if you really wanted to, my little siblings."

Jamie nods her head at my words giving my hand a squeeze every so often.

"We're here for you."

She gives me a weak smile and I notice the color starting to form in her eyes again.

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Yeaahhhhhhhh, so I haven't updated in a month. Lots of stuff has happened and I've been writing other things that I might publish in the near future. 😉 So look out for that.

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