Five Days Later
"Welcome to your new home!" Chloe exclaimed. "Thanks," Beca replied, not sure what to think. Chloe's apartment was not empty but it wasn't exactly lavish. Chloe gave her a full tour of the one bedroom apartment. "You can sleep here. I'll take the couch," Chloe explained when Beca asked about the sleeping arrangements. "Chloe. I can't ask you to sleep on the couch in your own place. Why don't we go shopping for another bed and some chairs," she suggested, motioning to the lawn chairs in the living room. "My treat," Beca reassured her. Chloe didn't make that kind of money. "I can't accept it. It's too big," Chloe protested. "Dude, you literally showed up out of the blue and let me crash with you," She responded. "Plus, I want to do something without the media following me around, 'cause they still think I'm dead," Beca deadpanned. "It's my last chance to be free!" "Okay fine," Chloe relented.
Shopping took the whole day. The two collapsed in their brand new armchairs with some essentials for Beca surrounding them. "Hey Chlo? Should I call Jesse?" Beca wondered, holding a new phone. "I think he's going to have a heart attack if I call him though," Beca added. "I can do it for you," Chloe suggested. Beca handed her the phone with Jesse's number punched in. "Hello?" A man answered. "Hi, I'm Chloe and I'm calling on behalf of Beca Mitchell..." "We aren't taking any calls regarding her death, There will be a memorial service tomorrow afternoon outside of this facility. Have a good day." The man told her, a hint of sadness in his voice. "Wait. Don't tell anyone. She's alive. She's right here!" Chloe interrupted. She moved the phone towards Beca. "Hey. Is this Ronald O'Malley?" Beca asked. "Yeah." Ronald replied, confused. "Do you remember what I told you on your first day of work?" Beca asked. "Um..." He remembered but if this girl knew, might have actually be Beca. "I said, I quote "Geez Ronnie, when someone says they need to talk to Jesse you send them to Jesse!" Beca recited. Ronnie paused. Footsteps shortly followed. "Hello?" Another voice asked. "Jesse!" Beca exclaimed. "Who's this Ron? It sorta sounds like..." Jesse trailed off. "You should probably sit." Ronnie suggested. Jesse sat, wondering were this conversation was going. Ronnie had walked in as white as a ghost. "Jess, listen to me, it's Beca Mitchell," Beca said softly. "No Beca's dead. She died in that plane crash. I won't let you pretend! BECA'S DEAD!" Jesse screamed in denial. The phone went dead.
Beca's face saddened. He doesn't believe me. A tear fell down her face, followed by tiny rivers. She sobbed. The closest thing to a friend that Beca had didn't believe in her. A pair of arms wrapped around her, holding her until she fell asleep.
Beca rolled over, toppling over the side of her bed. A redhead rushed into the room. "You okay?" Chloe asked. "Yeah, fine," Beca grumbled, ignoring the pain in her side. "You know, you've still got a concussion so you stay in bed," Chloe warned. "After I brush," Beca walked into the bathroom.
Chloe came back ten minutes later with breakfast and Beca's meds. Beca was back in bed. "Here's breakfast," Chloe waved her hands over the two plates. "Thanks," Beca grabbed her medication. Chloe watched as the brunette dug into her food. Just like old times.
Beca grabbed her phone, ready to shock the world with the fact that she was alive.
Beca_Mitchell
So apparently I'm not dead.
She attached a photo of herself and hit send.
"Becs! Wake up!" Chloe yelled, shaking the brunette. "Wah?" Beca mumbled. She could here the rumbling of a crowd. "Bec we need to hide! They're going to knock down the door!" Chloe screamed in a crazed panic. Beca bolted out of bed, grabbing Chloe's hand, pulling her into a closet. The front door gave way as protesters flooded in.