The sunlight beamed in, unfortunately piercing through Beca's tired eyelids. Her prayers were answered. She had not had to endure the terror that was the dream in which she always was crushed by walls of white formal death. She grumbled as her alarm clock whirred, vibrating closer to the edge every few moments. She murmured into her pillow, speaking to the inanimate object, pleading for it to shutup. When the clock replied with another defiant buzz, she slammed her fist down on the edge of the snooze button, sending the clock sliding off the table onto the floor. The thin black wire came unplugged, and gave Beca a few more moments of peace before she felt the guilt of not waking up yet. Suddenly, the brunette girl sat up, remembering the events of last night. She had bought a one-way ticket to Los Angeles, to surprise Chloe.
It had been a long few months since Chloe left with Aubrey to move to Los Angeles together, leaving a stoic, I-hide-my-emotions Beca behind. Her weak arm waving a half-hearted goodbye to her friends would forever be implanted in her brain. It had taken her the following weeks to realize how much Chloe meant to Beca, that Beca loved her. She had never worked up the guts to call Chloe and confess her love like some sappy movie that Jesse had insisted she watch with him. She turned so her legs hung off the side of the bed, curling her toes. Standing up, she smiled thinly in relief when she saw that Kimmy Jin was out. She knelt down on the floor, her bruised legs from kicking in her sleep causing her to hiss through her teeth momentarily, before she shifted onto her side to check her precious laptop. Never had she reacted so violently to that dream, it was usually just waking up out of breath. Anything within stretching distance of her bed was destroyed.
She turned the laptop over and sideways in her hands, checking for an unrepairable damages. Only the cover that protected the battery had shattered in half. Placing the laptop back down, she pressed a palm over her eyes, her other hand's pointer finger just barely putting pressure on the power button. When she heard the fans of the computer begin to spin, she cheered quietly, doing a little hip swivel of a dance. The paused in her tracks when Kimmy Jin cleared her throat behind her, her thin arms crossed across her chest. Beca craned her neck, giving a sheepish grin in response. She stood up, cradling her laptop like her firstborn child. She let her browser load before navigating to her "order history" page on the airline's site, opting to print her tickets. After clicking Print, the printer buzzed and chirped in response to her orders. The paper was chugged out slowly, which Beca snatched up as she could tug it out of the printer's grasp. The date read January 24th, 2013. Turning to her closet, she ruffled around for the suitcase she used to get here and begun packing.
A monotone voice over hundreds of speakers drowned out the sound of Beca's posthaste walking. Her flight was now boarding. Beca, whom was dressed in sweats and a tanktop, stood in the line behind men and women dressed in suits and ties and pencil-skirts. She felt inadequate, yes, but pushed that all behind her when she remembered who she was going to reunite with today. A head of delicious red locks swirled in her head, leaving Beca faint and exhilerated both at the same time. After a TSA agent practically groped her, and even had the audacity to check out Beca's ass as she passed through the crowd of people, though he quickly averted his gaze as Beca thrashed her head around at him.
After placing her petite carry-on in the stowaway compartment, Beca settled in for the long flight. Due to her small frame, she never had a problem with leg room as others had fervently complained about. After the boarding door to the plane had closed, her mood increased even further when nobody sat down in the two adjacent seats. She slid over to the window seat and splayed her legs out onto the other chairs once the buckled sign was no longer lit, and opened her laptop and threw herself into a mix...