RING RING. RING RING.

Beca woke up.

"God Damn it!" She yelled "Stupid fucking Alarm!"

Beca was annoyed. She had been having the same dream since the night they kissed. Never once had she got to them having sex. However, this was the closest she got. She smiled slightly at the realisation.

Beca looked at her phone. Nothing.

'Thats really strange' Beca sighed. She always woke up to a message from Matt wishing her a nice day but today there was nothing. She pulled up her texts and clicked on Matt's name.

' Good Morning, I hope you're okay. Message me when you can ;* '

She looked at the time. 8.30. She got up and went to shower. As she showered she thought about the day ahead. She was excited. Today was going to be a good day. Everything was planned. She was even ready to ask to be referred off therapy. After she finished her shower she wrapped a towel around her and walked to her wardrobe.

She picked out a pair of ripped black skinny jeans, a red dress top and put her hair in a side bun with a strand loose at the other side. She put on cat eyeliner and light red lips and a pair of block heel boots. 9.30. She smiled. She was on time. She picked up her handbag and jacket and grabbed her phone. Still nothing.

Beca left her room confused. Just as she got to the bus stop, the bus pulled up. She paid her fare and sat down.

She looked out the window at the sun peeking through the clouds and smiled. It looked so beautiful. Almost like a painting.

DING.

Beccas phone beeped. A text.

'Hey Cutie, I have a busy day today. I'll message when I can. Have a great day x'

She smirked. 'He didn't forget after all' she whispered.

Her stop. It was 10.15. She was early. She climed the stairs and knocked on her therapists door.

"Come in"

"Hi, Doctor Gordon, I was wondering if we could talk?"

"Of course Beca, you look so much better. How can I help you?"

"Thank you and I know this is kind of sudden but I was hoping you'd refer me off therapy. I think I've gone as far as therapy can take me, it's got me where I need to be and I need go it alone for a while."

"That is so great to hear, but, your accommodation is only given based on your attendance here. So if I referred you off, you'd have no place to go..."

Beca sighed.

"But, I can however change your appointment to once every month if you feel that is suitable, up until you have secured yourself a job and a new place?"

"Really!? That'd be awesome. Thank you so much Doctor Gordon"

Doctor Gordon smiled. "Is that all Miss Mitchell?"

Beca nodded.

"I will email you closer to the date for your next appointment"

"Thank you" Beca replied.

She left the office and went home. She had coffee and sat on her bed for a few minutes. She pulled out her phone and searched for some jobs. Nothing she could do.
'Damn it' Beca internally yelled.

Her stomach rumbled. She checked her phone. 12... Dinner time. She decided to treat herself and go across to the cafe before hitting the mall.

She went over and sat at the table where she met Matt. She opened the menu and looked through it. There at the bottom was an advert. The cafe was hiring. Beca went up to the counter and asked for an application. Filled one out and ordered a grilled cheese and tomato sandwich.

She sat down to eat. She began to day dream about all the possibilities if she got the job. She chucked to herself. It'd be amazing. Beca Mitchell. Independent women. Her own place and job. It was everything she wanted.