Chapter 2: Beca's Baby
"Stacie no. Stace- out of the driver seat now! – Stacie, don't make me count to three!" Beca stood holding onto the open door of the car at the driver's side hoping Stacie would get out soon. The tall brunette was messing about with Beca's GPS and radio; she was really getting on the brunette's last nerve. "What am I three? Do you really need to count?" Stacie sat back in her chair laughing at the frustration clearly shown on Beca's face.
"You act like it most of the time! And yes I do have to count- Stace- stop messing with the air con, now out of the car!" Beca was getting more and more annoyed at her best friend. Stacie was laughing even more at how red her best friend's face was getting. Beca looked at Stacie and sighed deeply; she pursed her lips, sucked her teeth and calmly said, "One…" Stacie immediately stopped laughing her smile had faded, and there was a quick change in her eyes; they went from happy to scared in a matter of seconds. "Two…" Beca counting again, Beca never got to three and Stacie didn't want to be the first person to witness it either. "Okay, okay. I'm going I'm going!" she scooted over to the passenger seat to allow her friend to sit in the driver seat and put everything back that Stacie had touched.
Beca just laughed at her friend as she sat into her seat and readjusted it to fit her height. "I don't get what the big deal is anyways; it's just a shitty little car!" Stacie giggled; Beca shot her a death glare. Shit. Stacie thought, a smirk appearing across Beca's face. "Three!" The small singer shouted and grabbed one of Stacie's hands and began to make Stacie hit herself in the head over and over like Beca was the master and Stacie was her puppet. "Why are you hitting yourself? Huh? Huh? Why are you hitting yourself Stacie?" "Beca, will you just knock it off! Hurry just drive to the music class before we're late!"
Beca just sat back in her seat laughing as she started the engine and backed out of her driving space. "Well okay cranky pants, but you brought it on yourself for calling my baby stupid." Stacie just sucked her teeth and rolled her eyes, she didn't get what the big deal was. Beca treated the car like it was her own child, or a family, or a girlfriend. The car was so special to her, she took care of it, no dent, scratch or even food for that matter ever went on or in that car.
It was a black Porsche 911 (matte black by the way), it had custom rims which had Beca's initials on them, her initials were all over the car, on the seats there was a crown embroidered with gold thread and the letters "BM" underneath it in gold also. It was a pretty cool car to be fair, but Beca liked the radio the best, she could hook up her laptop to it when she was on the go to focus on her latest mixes or tracks either for herself or her clients. Stacie loved the radio too, she always put it on, especially today, but all hell broke loose when she did.
Beca was not able to handle the songs that kept coming on; Stacie was flicking through stations when one song in particular came on. Omg you've got to be kidding me! Beca thought to herself as she leaned over and turned the radio off. "Hey I was listening to that!" "I don't care I am not listening to that song!" "Beca… I know you're still upset about what happened but-""There are no buts Stacie!" Beca interrupted her friend knowing fully well what she was going to say. "We're not listening to it and that's final just- just stick on something else!" Stacie shot Beca a look, "No Beca! - you need to get over this, so I am playing this song and you are going to suck it up and deal with it!"
Beca sighed, she knew it was time to deal with this, but she didn't want to, she preferred running away from her problems. Stacie stuck back on the radio and Beca cringed and her face scrunched when she heard the song she loathed with a passion more than anything else in the world, well except for her dad, she really hated her dad. Beca looked over to Stacie who was singing along, belting out every note as if she was Beyoncé. Beca just looked over and laughed at her friend, Stacie for some reason always felt herself up while she sang.
And I, I, don't want to let you know
I, I, drown in your memory,
I, I, don't want to let this go
I, I don't.
Making my way downtown
Walking fast, faces pass
And I'm home bound
Staring blankly ahead
Just making my way
Making my way
Through the crowd
Stacie was looking over to Beca, gesturing for her to let go of this grudge and sing along to a song she loved a year ago. Beca sighed and decided to join in with Stacie.
Stacie: And I need you
Beca: And I miss you
Both: And now I wonder
If I could fall into the sky
Do you think time would pass me by?
Coz you know I'd walk a thousand miles
If I could just see you...
If I could fall into the sky
Do you think time would pass us by?
Coz you know I'd walk
A thousand miles
Stacie: If I could just see you
Beca: If I could just hold you
Both: Tonight…
"See Becks, now that doesn't feel better?" Stace gave Beca a small smile, the smaller girl's face was emotionless as she took a deep breath. "No Stacie, it hasn't, I'm sorry but no matter what that song will always bring back bad memories." She turned off the radio, Stacie was gazing out the window, and she glances over at Beca who was concentrating on the road with tear-filled eyes. Beca never talked about what happened to anyone, except Stacie of course but she never got the full story, Beca kept it pretty vague. Stacie only got a few little pieces of information from Beca.
They were about two minutes from the music class, Beca was going to give a special appearance at, they had about ten minutes to spare and the two were quite tired after a long day at work so they stopped in at Starbucks to get a quick coffee. It was the middle of October as Stacie being so unbelievably predictable was about to order when Beca stepped in front of her. "Hi, could I get a pumpkin spice latte and a chocolate frappe, and could I get a- almond muffin?" "Oh an almond muffin? Aren't we fancy?" Stacie mocked as she held her hand up to her mouth pretending to drink something while sticking out her pinky. Beca just scoffed, as she took the coffees and she walked over to a table and they sat down.
After they were finished their coffee, and Beca was finished with her "fancy" muffin, they took a few pictures with the staff and some autographs too and headed out to Beca's "baby" once again to drive to the music class. They were both feeling refreshed and had longed to go back to their apartments and go to sleep, especially Beca she really didn't want to spend time with these kids, she hated kids.