Beca Mitchell writes love songs
‘Beca, what is going on here?’ Ed looked at her with a confused but slightly smug look on his face.
She looked up the notepad they were scrawling lyrics onto. ‘Huh?’
‘You. Writing all romantic-y songs?’ Ed raised an eyebrow, then gasped. ‘Oh my god. Did you meet someone?!’
He jumped up out of his seat and put his arms out. ‘Beca I’m so happy for you! Give me a hug.’
‘Oh my god.’ Beca laughed, pushing him off of her, forcing him to sit back down. ‘I don’t know what you mean.’
‘Oh come off it my Americano friend.’ He crossed his arms. ‘What’s her name?’
Beca rolled her eyes, and put her pen down. ‘Chloe. But it’s not like that! She’s just…a new friend?’
Ed pushed himself to the edge of seat and grabbed the notepad, ignoring Beca’s protests. ‘She smells like lemongrass and sleep, she tastes like apple juice and peach, you would find her in a polaroid picture?’
Beca crossed her arms and pouted slightly as Ed continued to read the lyrics out loud.
‘And I'll be okay, admiring from afar, cause even when she's next to me, we could not be more far apart.’ Ed raised an elbow. ‘Yeah, real friendly Becs.’
‘It’s-it’s a song for you!’ Beca all but shouted. ‘And it’s not even finished yet.’
‘I’m not singing this.’
Beca frowned. ‘Why? I thought it was quite good.’
‘It is.’ Ed agreed. ‘But this is your song. I think that maybe if you ever decide to make your own music…you should have this song?’
Beca rolled her eyes. ‘Okay, maybe one day…never.’
‘Actually…’ Ed started. ‘I was planning on asking you something.’
The brunette crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow. ‘What?’
‘Could you sing back up on a few songs for me please?’ Ed put his hands up almost instantly. ‘And yes, yes, I know you don’t do this kind of thing. But you know that it would sound so sick on certain songs.’
‘Okay.’ Beca sighed.
Ed put his hands down slowly. ‘Woah, wait, seriously?’
‘Yes.’ She rolled her eyes and chuckled. ‘Now come on, back to work before I change my mind ginger.’
Later that night…
‘Beca will you stop staring at the door, you look weird.’ Stacie scolded her small friend.
The girl pouted. ‘I am not staring at the door. I am merely taking in my surroundings.’
‘Is that what you call it? Because I’d call it waiting on a gorgeous girl called Chloe.’ Stacie smirked.
Beca stuck out her tongue and stuck up her middle finger. ‘Shut up.’
‘How’s the album going?’ Jesse appeared next to Stacie, leaning on the bar between Beca and her friends.
‘Good. It’s going good.’ Beca shrugged. ‘Ed wants me to sing some backing vocals for it.’
Her friends’ eyes went wide as Beca spoke. ‘Oh my god. You’re doing it right? You have to do it’
‘I’m going to!’ She rolled her eyes.
As much as Jesse and Stacie knew that Beca wouldn’t outright talk about how talented she was with music, they knew when she was proud of a piece of work. They knew this new Ed Sheeran album was going to be amazing, especially with her singing back vocals. Crazy.
‘She’s not coming tonight is she?’ Beca glanced up at the clock.
Stacie sighed, her and Jesse had never seen her like this before; waiting for a girl she’d just met. She normally didn’t really care, hadn’t really made a connection with something for a while.
‘Right.’ Beca grimaced, then put on a smile. ‘I’m off. I’ve got work in the morning, night guys.’