What Could Have Already Been

A Necessary Trip

That night, after Beca had showered and prepared herself for bed, she found that it was really hard to fall asleep. There was only one though on her mind and that was Chloe Beale. She couldn't get over the fact that she was living in Florida with her parents, struggling to have the life she wants, while Beca is living her dreams in Los Angeles. She laid on her back staring up at the ceiling, crazy thoughts popping into her brain.

'I have to see her' she thought. 'I need to be with her as soon as I can. Why hasn't she answered my email yet? Ugh, I'm so stupid. Why didn't I give her my number..." Beca slapped her forehead with a slight groan, not realizing how hard she has actually hit herself. Beca got off her bed and moved over to the computer desk in her bedroom, sitting in the chair. She turned the computer on and waited for it to load up, tapping her foot with impatience.

Once it was on she opened her calendar, so she could check her schedule. Beca noticed she had almost  2 weeks off and more crazy thoughts began to run through her mind. She went online and looked up flights from LAX to Tampa International Airport, trying to find the cheapest ones she could get on such short notice. Beca frowned at what the screen had displayed. "200 dollars for a flight tomorrow..." she says, the wheels clearly turned in her head.

She bit her lip, but gave in, knowing she had to see the redhead. Once the plane ticket was purchased, Beca didn't regret it one bit. She knew this is what she had to do and now she could finally sleep. Her flight was at 12pm tomorrow, so she would get to Tampa till around 4-5pm. She checked the time, seeing it was around 11pm. She groaned as she forced herself to repack her things.

After about 30 minutes she had finally finished and was ready for bed now more than ever. She flopped on her bed and quickly got cuddled into the sheets, resting her head on her pillow. Her eyes slowly began to shut and the last thing she could remember was thinking, 'Chloe Beale, here I come.'

The next morning Beca had done her usual routine. She brushed her teeth, showered and made herself look presentable to the world. She didn't eat breakfast due to the amount of nerves that were currently consuming her. She placed a pair of sunglasses over her eyes and left her home, dragging her suitcase behind her. When she made it to the airport, she picked up her ticket and went through security. Once she finally got on the plane, she was more nervous than she thought she would be.

The entire flight Beca practically sat there just thinking about what she was going to do or say when she finally ran into Chloe. The flight felt like it lasted forever, but it eventually did come to an end and Beca was finally at her final destination. Tampa, Florida. She exited the plane and picked up her suitcase. Now she just had to wait for a taxi to bring her to Chloe's parents house.

After at least an hour of waiting and driving combined Beca found herself standing outside of the home. She swallowed loudly, her suitcase beside her as the taxi man drove away. She took hold of the suitcase handle and slowly brought herself to the front door of the house. She set her suitcase off to the side of the porch and knocked on the door.

An older women answered, red hair just like Chloe's except it had small hints of grey near her roots. 'Chloe's mom' Beca thought with a smile. "Hi can I help you?" the women says.

Beca snapped out of her thoughts, looking the women in the eyes. "Hi, I'm uh Beca Mitchell. I'm Chloe's friend from college" she says, hoping she wasn't coming off creepy or anything.

"Oh right! Beca! The famous one!" She says, a thrilled look on her face like she had never seen a celebrity before in her life.

"Yeah..." Beca said awkwardly. "Um...is Chloe here?"

"Yes she's upstairs in her room. Let me show you the way" the women says. "I'm Mable by the way."

Beca grabbed her suitcase and pulled it inside, resting it by the the front door. "It's really nice to meet you" Beca responded, now following the women up the stairs. This all felt to surreal to her. Being in Chloe's childhood house and really only being a few feet away from the girl she hadn't seen in over a year. The girl she loves. She looked around the hall as they walked, glancing at old family pictures, seeing young pictures of Chloe which definitely made a smile sneak onto her face.

"Right here" Mable said gesturing to the closed door that Chloe sat behind.

"Thanks" Beca said quietly, watching the older women start back downstairs with a nod.

This was it. This was the moment Beca would finally reunite with her best friend. With the love of her life. With the one she knows she was always supposed to be with. She swallowed loudly and took a deep breath before gently knocking on the wooden door.

Rustling could be heard in the room along with footsteps, then the turning of the door knob. The door swung open and there stood the reason Beca had traveled 2,741 miles. Chloe Beale.