hello again! i really didn't expect to have another chapter done so soon! i also didn't expect this many follows and favorites lmao. thank y'all so much! i hope you guys enjoy this chapter, though i do have something to note real quick!

if you're curious about beca's mix, i've decided on using adrian mashups's treat you better/mercy mashup! please give that a listen and support the content creator because they're honestly really good! oh, and also the f bomb is dropped lmao

with that, i hope y'all enjoy chapter two of give me a sign!

Beca what the hell! You can't just leave in the middle of the night without telling me! 9:17 am, from Chlo

Becs, I'm worried, please answer your phone. I've called like a million times 9:30 am, from Chlo

Just please call me when you see these. 10:01 am, from Chlo

Beca, I'm sure that you're asleep, considering the time you last texted me, but that mashup you posted already has 900k hits! Khaled is really impressed with your work. 11:12 am, from Theo

I mean, you already knew that 11:13, from Theo

But you know what I mean. Give me a call when you can! 11:14, from Theo

Beca woke up with a headache and a dying phone. Sunlight peeked in from behind the curtains, and memories of the previous night started coming back to her. It had been four am when she'd finally finished the mashup, and she uploaded it to YouTube, an action that could only be blamed on the lack of sleep.

Groaning, she sat up and checked her missed calls. She was almost surprised by the overwhelming amount of times Chloe had tried to contact her. Forty-six was the exact number, and Beca almost wanted to give in and call her right away. Her finger hovered over Chloe's contact name, but instead she clicked on Theo's, holding her phone up to her ear.

"Well good morning to you, Sleeping Beauty!" His voice was far too loud for her to deal with, but she decided to put up with it, if only for a little while.

"Yeah, you too. You wanted me to call you?"

Rustling was heard on the other end, like Theo was looking for something.

"Yes, actually! Khaled was impressed by your mashup, and he wanted to see if you'd be interested in working with the artist."

"Oh, that's it?" Beca yawned, hardly registering what her friend had said.

"What do you mean, 'that's it?' Khaled is giving you the chance to work with Shawn Mendes!"

"Oh, that's cool." She hummed, leaning back against the stack of pillows that she'd forgotten to adjust last night.

"Tell you what, I'll tell Khaled that you're down, and I'll let you get back to doing nothing. Sound good?" Theo sounded amused, and if she was fully awake, he'd definitely be getting an earful.

"I knew there was a reason I kept you around." Beca laughed, shutting her eyes as she yawned once again.

"Yeah, yeah. I'll let you go, but please give Chloe a call. She called me ten times this morning to ask where you were."

"Alright, will do."

"You don't sound all that worried." He commented, concern finding its way into his words.

"Whatever Theo, I gotta go."

"Beca, wait—"

She hurriedly hung up, tossing her phone down onto the bed as if it had burned her skin. She tried not to think about Chloe as she buried her face into her hands, heart thrumming wildly against her rib cage. Instead of calling her friend (best friend, she reminded herself,) Beca decided to change into another set of clothes. As she climbed off of the bed, the sight of her shoes caught her eye. They didn't match, but they were at least the same brand.

Sighing under her breath, the brunette tugged on the pair of emergency jeans, not bothering to change the faded t-shirt that she'd slept in. She slipped her socks back on before tugging on the mismatched Converse and lacing them up. After gathering her belongings, Beca checked out of the motel and walked out to her car. She unlocked it and tossed everything save for her equipment into the backseat, setting the valued items into the passenger seat of her car. With everything situated, she slid into the driver's seat.

Once the car roared to life, the bright numbers of her clock greeted her.

12:34 pm

Beca groaned as she pulled out of the parking lot, dreading the moment when she'd step into the door of her apartment. At least she'd have time to clear her thoughts during the nice long drive ahead of her.

It was sometime after two when she carried her mixing equipment through the door. The living room was strangely quiet, even more so than when Chloe was at work. That alone should've been a red flag, but Beca was too occupied with getting everything situated on her desk. Once her things were back in their rightful place, the brunette fell back onto her bed in an attempt to calm her rapidly beating heart as a certain redhead filled her thoughts once again.

"There you are!" Chloe's voice was stern, but it didn't sound sincere. "I've been looking for you all day, you know that, right? You weren't at work, you weren't here, so tell me. Where were you?"

"I'm not in the mood, Chloe."

"I don't care! You don't get to go out in the middle of the night and give me a heart attack! What on earth were you thinking?"

"I was thinking about how you never fucking talk to me! Is that a good answer?"

By now, Beca was back on her feet and in Chloe's face, the two of them staring each other down as their voices raised in volume.

"I totes talk to you!" The older woman fired back, her blue eyes already threatening to overflow with the tears that were steadily building up.

"No you don't! All you do is talk to Chicago and work!"

"I'm sorry that not all of us get a fany job working with DJ Khaled!"

Beca stepped back, obviously insulted by what Chloe had said. "You said you were happy for me!"

"Yeah, I say a lot of things I don't mean. Like when I told Amy that I was happy she was moving out!"

"Please, you were definitely happy that she moved out. You finally have a bed all to yourself and the space to talk to your Army boyfriend whenever you want!" Each word hung heavy in the air around them, as if it were trying to fuel the already blazing fire.

"So what if I talk to him? We really hit it off and I'm excited to see where this things goes. Why do you care so much?" Chloe narrowed her eyes at her friend, arms crossed over her chest.

Beca paused, unsure of what to say. Why did she care so much? Was it because she didn't think Chicago was good enough? Was it because she just missed Chloe spending time with her? Or was it because of something else…

"You know what? I'm out of here. I'll look for somewhere else to stay. I'll be back for my shit later."

Before Chloe could protest, the brunette had grabbed her keys and was out the door. She slammed it shut behind her, her friend's voice calling out to her.

"Beca, wait!"

The redhead stood at the end of the hallway, watching her best friend disappear down the stairs that led to the lobby. Her heart was aching, and she didn't know what to do. Her phone went off, and she pulled it out from her back pocket.

New notification from YouTube.

Treat You Better/Mercy Mashup from Beca Mitchell.