Blue Friday

Officially and Undoubtedly

"It just hits you sometimes, how hard it is to control something inevitable,"

Beca's usual nights are spent alone with the exception of every last Friday of the month or whenever Stacie decides to do what she calls a mandatory check-up on your boring loner friend every once a week. It's been like that for almost a year now.

Before that, it was... different.

Beca's life three years ago compared to what it is like now is the complete opposite.

Three years ago, she would come home every night to a small apartment. It was simple yet cozy and her neighbor residing three doors away happens to be a writer who looked high as a kite all the time. Her beloved Bella had yet to come to her life then and instead, an excited wagging of a tail would greet her at the door along with loving licks. Butter was her first dog. She didn't want one since she was more of a cat person but when that furry face looked up at her, she couldn't say no. Eventually, she loved him... just as much as she loved his owner who, would then pull Beca into her arms.

That's how her nights used to start, coming home into the comfort of a loving embrace. She would always breathe in her scent and every inch of stress that work has burdened her disappears instantly.

One look into those calming green orbs, she forgets the rest of the world. There'd be funny dancing and lots of singing followed by melodious laughter. There'd be a mess in the kitchen later and a couple of half empty beer bottles on the coffee table. Sometimes she whips out her guitar and strums whatever melody her heart desires. Beca remembers lingering touches and kisses that are too many to count. Sleeping in the midst of heartwarming cuddles and soft loving goodnights.

It was way too perfect,

if ever there was a perfect.

Sometimes on the week nights, they'd dress up and dine out. It was their little date nights where they'd hold hands like they'd lose each other if they didn't. Those memorable nights when they'd walk along boulevards and dream of the future ahead. Other nights it would be hanging out all together with their friends.
Beca hadn't met Flo, Benjie, Amy and Aubrey yet.

In a couple of months she'd meet Aubrey, through Stacie of course. Amy and Flo would bump into her life in a year and before that same year ends, she crosses paths with Benjie.

Jesse and CR were already her friends as they met in college but at that time, they didn't hang out that much nor did they work for Amplify just yet.

Three years ago, Stacie was the only friend she kept close. The only friend she had that she hadn't met through Rachelle.

Rachelle, the girl whose arms Beca would always come home to. Butter's mother. The girl who would waltz with her around their tiny kitchen area as they whipped up something delicious. The girl who used to make Beca smile. The girl whom she used to make songs with. The girl whose hands she would search for whenever they dine out and laugh about anything they'd find funny like polka dots or bubbles.

They used to be happy and carefree.

Beca used to be happy.

But it wasn't enough.

She wasn't enough for her.

And now...

"Tada!" an enthusiastic Chloe flourishes her hand over at the restaurant that she says Beca should absolutely go to.

She stares up at it doubtfully.

The restaurant looks so simple in the outside. It looked like a café or those unique restaurants that you'd find hidden in the city. But when Chloe excitedly grabs her by the hand to pull her into the cozy and casual ambiance of the restaurant's back porch. There are light bulbs hanging up in rows above their heads, wooden tables and comfy chairs lining up every corner. The night breeze is cool and there's a gentle buzz going around from other patrons who are just out to have a relaxing evening with close friends and significant others.