When The Stars Align

Chapter 13: Turning Point

A/N: First of all, I just wanna say thank you to my loyal readers who are patiently waiting on their seats for updates on this story, not rushing or complaining of how it takes too long for me to update. You guys are awesome! That's why I always share a bit of my life on notes, because you take time to care about it too! You guys are the absolute best! This is dedicated to you all!

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How well can you make friends?

A lot of outgoing people would say pretty easy. They just show up and casually talk about whatever came up at the top of their head. They come across each other again, decide for coffee, exchange numbers and the next thing you know is that they're inviting you to parties and planning 'night outs'.

Beca doesn't know how to make friends. Literally has no friendship knowledge whatsoever, so it wasn't uncommon to her that she has no friends at Isle's Diner. That's what she thinks, at least.

After a month in Isle's Diner, Beca still couldn't qualify the other employees as friends... More like, acquaintances. She finds it hard that they want to be friends with her. There's like, only one person Beca would talk to and it was Isabelle, the resident mute.

She was a constant customer of the diner and had taken a liking on Beca's strawberry pancakes.

Having slight knowledge on ASL, Beca was the one required to take her order and the other customers who had special needs.

After a month as Beca heads the kitchen for the breakfast menu, she became really good friends with Isabelle and had taken it to herself to learn more of the mute girl's language.

Day by day, Isabelle comes in the morning, Beca takes a thirty minute break with Maura's joyful agreement. They talk and talk and talk, getting to know each other and staying in that one silent world that Beca and Isabelle created.

A few more months had passed by, and then the year ended, Jane and Maura noticed the change in Beca as those time passed by, slowly by slowly, the young homeless girl evolve into a mature, hardworking woman.

They took her in when she was ragged, solemn, unsociable and unpredictable. Now here she was, joyfully socializing with her coworkers, having just finished chatting with Isabelle. She was smiling more, laughing more and joking around more, but the brunette was clearly still guarded and untrusting.

They knew it had something to do with Isabelle.

The past year's New Years bash, the owners of Isle's diner invited Isabelle and her sister whom Jane and Maura had met after Isabelle brought them for coffee one day.

Jane and Maura maintained a watchful eye on Beca and Isabelle who were once again huddled together on the loveseat near the fireplace, the spot the two oftened since the weather in New York wasn't pleasant during that season.

The small brunette had covered herself and Isabelle in a warm fuzzy blanket, the muted blonde haired girl hiding her nose on her mask. Her feet were under Beca's thigh, warming them with body heat.

For the pass months, Isabelle had affected Beca's emotional and mental state. Making her start to trust and socialize again. Letting her find her own way of coming back to herself.

And for that, the two acting parents were greatful, because Beca was becoming herself again. And somehow, somehow they wish she wouldn't lose the light she once turned off.

Now here Beca was, happily manning the cashier as she glance once and a while at the vase that was filled to the brim with white roses that Isabelle had brought that morning.