"I just don't understand why I can't meet your mom. I've met your dad a bunch of times and even your stepmom-"
"Stepmonster."
"Yeah, sorry, whatever. Why can't I go with you to meet your mom?" Chloe asked, vying to catch Beca's attention as she continued to throw clothes into a duffel bag. The tiny brunette grunted an undecipherable response and crossed the room to grab her laptop and untangle it from all the wires on her desk. Eyebrows scrunching together in annoyance, Chloe positioned herself in front of her girlfriend's duffel bag and crossed her arms.
"Why. Can't. I. Meet. Your. Mom?" The redhead asked again, tilting her head to the side and searching Beca's face for answers. The shorter girl avoided her gaze and sighed in annoyance. A silence rested between the couple for the next couple seconds until finally, Chloe stepped aside.
"Does she not know you have a girlfriend? Or am I just not the type of girl you feel comfortable bringing home to meet her-"
"Chloe, it's not you! For Christ's sake, it isn't all about you for once." Beca snapped, shoving her laptop in the bag and zipping it. The redhead flinched at the sharpness in her girlfriend's voice, and a hurt expression took over her features. She heard Beca swear under her breath and turned around to face the window.
"I'm sorry. That was completely uncalled for. I'm really sorry Chlo." She apologized quickly, setting her bag down on the floor and walking up behind her girlfriend. She felt the taller girl tense at her touch and knew she had fucked up again.
"Then what's it about?" Chloe murmured, blinking away the tears that had started to form in her piercing eyes.
"My sister." Beca's reply was nearly inaudible, and the redhead wasn't quite sure that she had heard her right. Turning around, she stared at the shorter girl in confusion.
"You've never said anything about a sister."
"I know. It's because she hates me. And she has a right to." Beca admitted quietly. The fact that she was refusing to meet Chloe's gaze told the taller girl that Beca didn't bring up this little detail too often.
"Why would she hate you?" Chloe asked gently, taking Beca's arm and leading her over to the bed. She sat her girlfriend down and then looked at her expectantly, waiting for an answer.
"I can't tell you that. I'm sorry, but I can't. Not yet." Beca's voice cracked and she shook her head. Her dark eyes shot towards the floor again and Chloe frowned. She had never seen her girlfriend like this about anything before. Not when they talked about her parents' divorce, or her stepmother, or her dick of an ex-boyfriend from high school. Never.
"Look, I've got to go or I'm going to miss my cab. I'm sorry about this whole conversation, okay? I'll see you in a couple of days." Beca apologized before leaning up and kissing her girlfriend quickly. And with that, the DJ grabbed her bag and hurried out of the apartment that they had rented for the summer.
Beca felt her stomach lurch as the taxi pulled to a stop in front of the house she had spent so many weekends at. Knowing that the longer she stayed in the backseat, the longer the meter would run, she quickly handed the cabbie his pay and hopped out. The tiny girl pulled her bag out of the trunk and took a deep breath before walking up onto the porch. Beca raised her fist to knock and then hesitated. It was her childhood home for crying out loud; she shouldn't feel like she had to knock. Yet she did.
After a few seconds, Beca heard the sound of footsteps and the door unlatching. Suddenly, she was face to face with her mother. Somehow, the 57 year old still looked just as good as when Beca was growing up, if not a little grayer.
"Beca, honey. Are you going to just stand there, or are you going to come in?" The woman asked, stepping aside and arching an eyebrow. Beca unfroze and nodded, stepping forward to hug her mom.
"Sorry. It's just been a while since I've been here. How've things been?" The 19 year old said, pulling back from the hug and grabbing her bag off the ground. She stepped inside and was smacked in the face by memories. Forcing herself to push them to the back of her mind, she attempted to pay attention to what her mother was saying.
"Things have been fine. The divorce with Ted's was finalized last week, so that's done." The woman said, leading her daughter into the kitchen. The two of them sat down together and Beca winced as she heard the back door slam shut.
"Thank God. How's…how's she been?" Beca's voice quieted and her mother sighed.
"She doesn't speak to me. She's not home very often. So I probably know about as much as you." Beca nodded in understanding and glanced around the kitchen. She mentally prepared herself for the cliché "my baby's done with her first year of college" questions.
"So tell me about this girlfriend!"
"Her name is Chloe and she sings and she has red hair. And dad likes her so you have to too or else you'll seem like the shitty judgmental one."
"Alright, alright. How did you two meet?"
"She walked into my shower while I was singing and asked me to audition for her acapella group. Romantic, I know. Can you ask me about something other than my girlfriend?"
"Okay. When did you know you were gay? Did you know in high school? Were you hiding this from me-"
"Oh my God, mom, no. I didn't know I was when I met her."
"Alright, if you say so. How's your dad?"
"Dad's great. He's happy with Joanne-"
"I'm so sorry for messing everything up. If I hadn't asked for a divorce, none of this would have happened. And you and your sister wouldn't be so-"
"Mom, please just stop," Beca interjected, "I'm not the one you need to apologize to. I lived with dad. I got the easy life with dad. So just don't." The older woman stared at her daughter in surprise then nodded.
"Alright. Well, I can see you're not in the mood to talk to me. If you want to try her, she's probably in the backyard, working out." Beca's mom suggested tiredly, standing up from the table and walking over to the fridge. She started to pull out ingredients for dinner, and Beca stood up from the table as well. Swallowing the lump in her throat, the tiny brunette started out towards her old backyard.
So this is just a little something I thought up the other day and decided to jot it down. Tell me if you think it's worth continuing and what you'd like to see.
