Brow wrinkled. Leg fidgeting. Pen tickling. 2:43 am.
"Fuck this shit." The red head said taking her red reading glasses off and tossing them on the couch.
Her shift being finished earlier Chloe had decided to go home to check on Beca. Or she just wanted to procrastinate because she really didn't feel like studying math.
"I can't bother Beca. Asking her to help me out is just wrong now." She kept repeating to herself. "she's not here anyways."
Beca had gone to look for Ally, no one had news of them yet and Chloe was internally freaking out and having this strong desire to slam her head against the door frame.
Looking at the plastic cup in front of her she chugged whatever was left in it of wine. "Adulthood at it's finest."
It was late, she had to wake up in less than five hours and she was preoccupied and frustrated. The perfect mix to throw everything away and just sleep.
Taking her grey skinny jogging pants off she looked at her phone one last time before letting her body hit the bed that in that moment was becoming the love of her life.
"Hi baby."
An hour or so later, Chloe felt the matress sink next to her followed by a pair of cold arms finding their way around her torso.
A tired smile grew on her face.
"Ally's safe and sound in her room right now." Beca sighed.
"I am more than happy that she's fine and i love you but if you keep talking I swear I'm not gonna be pretty in the morning." The red head tiredly said to her girlfriend who smirked.
"You are always pretty." The brunette replied planting a kiss on Chloe's cheek.
"I'm beautiful, now sleep."
And she did. Her mind wasn't in the same place it was a day ago, her thoughts about her mom drifted somewhere else. They were still there, but not as loud as they were before and Beca was thankful for that.
That night, everyone who was in the house slept after days random schedules.
However, by six in the morning Beca was wide awake. Tired, but wide awake.
Carefully getting off her bed she grabbed her laptop and headphones and made her way to the small balcony of the apartment.
The sun wasn't out yet, winter was coming up which explained the cold wind caressing Beca's face and the dark sky. She sat down with her laptop on, well, her lap and plugged her headphones in.
[6:03 am] Jesse:
I see you connected, Mitchell.
"Shit Jesse." Beca said to herself.
[6:03 am] Beca:
Can't sleep, what's your excuse?
[6:04 am] Beca:
I have some news Jes, it slipped my mind. Sorry ://
She totally forgot to tell Jesse, her childhood best friend, the one who stayed with her through thick and thin, about her mother.
[6:04 am] Jesse:
I heard Becs, I didn't want to push you. My heart has been ripped into two, I'm so sorry.
She sighed. How could she forget about Jesse? She was moving on only to be dragged into the topic again.
In a dumb, thoughtless, impulse she rang Jesse, who surprisingly answered right away.
"Hey." He said with a sad smile.
"I see you are growing a beard. Not bad, Swanson." Beca said pulling the hood of her Barden hoodie over her head. "Awake so early?"
