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Moving Closer

Chapter 2: Talks

"Are you going to call her?" Fat Amy asked Beca as they lounge around in the brunette's room after the eventful morning of finding out and confirming that the marriage was indeed real. But, of course, they're still wondering on why it happened so suddenly.

Beca simply shook her head in response. She felt betrayed. Her mom promised her that there will be no secrets between the two of them. Reila left about a month ago for a business trip, Beca felt that something was wrong when her mom stopped calling her for their nightly Skype sessions two weeks ago but she simply shrugged that feeling off and passed it up as her mom being busy.

"Beca, you really should just talk to her." Jesse commented as he saw the familiar distant look of his best friend. He's probably the one closest to breaking Beca's walls.

"Why should I?" Beca started off, her tone sounding unsurprisingly even. She's good with hiding her emotions like that.

Jesse was about to speak again when they all heard a soft knock before the door opened. They all turned to see that it was none other than Reila Mitchell, or rather, Posen.

"Speak of the devil. Where's the hubby?" Fat Amy asked with a chuckle. The other occupants of the room could only stare in shock at the bluntness of the blonde except for Beca who settled for lying down on her bed and staring at the ceiling.

"Um, he's not…um, here, Amy." The older woman answered uncertainly, her eyes shifting between the three people on the couch and the figure of her daughter lying motionless on her bed.

"We'll just raid your refrigerator." Bumper stood up, pointing at the door, with Fat Amy and Jesse following him outside of the room. Jesse smiled encouragingly at the older version of his best friend before closing the door.

"Beca?" Reila started, afraid of her daughter's reaction. Beca still didn't move from her spot, she only responded with a soft hum to let her mother know that she was listening. With a sigh, Reila moved to sit on the foot of Beca's bed. "Beca, honey, I don't have an excuse to tell about what's happening but, you know that I'm-"

"You're sorry, I know." Beca sat up and looked at her mother with a hurt and betrayed expression. "Mom, how long have you been dating this guy before you decided to get married?"

"Honestly, Beca, I met him last month." Beca could only stare at her mother blankly; she didn't know what to make of that new information. "He reminds me of your father but he has his own perks that I really came to like during the past month." Reila explained with a glint of happiness in her eyes that Beca hadn't seen for two years. Even if it was faint, it was still there.

"I see…" was all Beca managed to get out after her mother's statement. If this guy can make her mother happy like how she used to be then maybe he deserves a chance. She looked at her lap thinking about how this will affect their lives in the household.

"Beca, honey" Reila started, moving closer so, she could caress her daughter's cheek but, Beca didn't look up. "I don't expect you to treat him like your dad but I would really appreciate it if you at least make him feel welcome." The simple request was enough to get Beca to look up at her mom.

"Are they moving here?" Beca asked quietly, looking at her mom with a silent plea for them to stay in the house that means so much to the both of them.

"Yeah," Reila smiled, "And how'd you know that it won't be just him?" She poked her daughter's cheek, earning a small smile to appear on the younger girl's face.

"Well, I may have researched about him a little." Beca said simply, "So, you're a Posen now?"

"Yes, but don't worry. I'm not changing the company name." Reila winked, "Mitchell Productions sounds so much better than Posen Productions." Both mother and daughter grinned widely after that statement

-Moving Closer-

Aubrey woke up to the sound of her cellphone ringing, her eyes widening when she realized who was calling her. She quickly pressed silence button and looking at her best friend briefly to see check if her best friend was still asleep, which thankfully, she still was. Going outside of the room and closing the door softly before answering the call.

"Good morning, dad." Aubrey greeted.

"Aubrey," A gruff voice responded on the other line, "Where are you? I was by your apartment a while ago and you weren't there."

"I'm at Chloe's, dad." Aubrey answered, moving to sit on the couch.

"Oh." A short silence followed before he spoke again, "Can you meet me somewhere, then? We need to talk."

Aubrey thought for a while, not sure how to respond. Her father always gets straight to the point. "Dad, can I get back to you on that?" She asked slowly, unsure how her dad would respond to that. Hearing a sigh at the other end of the line, Aubrey suddenly got nervous, afraid that she may have disappointed her father.

"All right…" Aubrey blinked, has she heard right? "Text me the details, I'll be waiting." Then the line went dead. Aubrey could only stare at her phone in shock.

Deciding that there was no point in staying there, she moved to the kitchen to make some coffee, the Beale family always told her to make herself at home whenever she visited. Chloe's parents treat her like their own daughter and she's grateful for them. Chloe also has an older brother who Aubrey's met only twice before since he works in Seattle long before she and Chloe became friends during their sophomore year in High School.

As she entered the kitchen, she noticed a letter taped to the fridge;

Chloe,

Sorry, we couldn't spend today with you, honey. We were invited to play golf by a few of our friends. We'll be back late tonight so there's no need for you to wait up. We love you.

Mom and Dad

Aubrey always admired the great parenting skills of Chloe's parents. They're not too strict, giving their children enough freedom and letting them do as they please as long as they don't cross uncharted territories. They don't pressure their children; they support whatever they want to do. And look at how great Chloe turned out to be. Unlike her, who's always so stressed out about a lot of things while trying to please the demands of her own parents. With a sigh, she began preparing her coffee.

"G'morning, Aubrey." Chloe greeted with a yawn as she sauntered inside the kitchen.

"Hey, Chloe," Aubrey smiled softly at her best friend as she took out another cup and doubled whatever she was preparing.

"Aww…" Aubrey looked to see her best friend pouting at the letter her parents left. Since Aubrey and Chloe currently live in an apartment near Barden University, they spend less time with their family. Chloe, however, made it a point to come home every Friday to spend at least the weekends with her parents.

"You can spend tomorrow with them." Aubrey stated.

"I know." And just like that, Chloe was back to her usual cheery self. "We could spend the day together, then!" She suggested with a happy carefree grin on her face. When Aubrey didn't respond, Chloe's smile fell. "Did something happen?"

"Dad called." Aubrey said after a moment.

"Oh? What did he say?

"He wants to talk."

"You should talk to him." Chloe encouraged. "Invite him to the café around the corner." Chloe grinned again.

"You think that's a good idea?" Aubrey asked, thinking about it.

"Of course," Chloe said, still grinning. "The food there is great."

"Hm, if you say so." Aubrey took out her phone then texted her father the details.


A/N: What do you guys think? Good? Bad? Reviews and criticisms are appreciated. I'm glad that you guys liked the first chapter and that you guys think it's good. They'll all meet in the third chapter which I'll start working on tonight. Thanks for reading.