A/N: Hi! Its definitely been awhile since the last time I wrote anything, so I hope I haven't gathered to much rust. This is my first story in the PP fandom, and hopefully i'll be posting more here. Reviews and constructive criticism are always welcome. I hope you guys like it :)
Disclaimer: I own no part of the Pitch Perfect movie franchise or its associated partners and characters.
(Also, happy fourth of july to anyone who celebrates in the states!)
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Logolepsy: (n.) The interest or obsession with words and their meanings.
Chloe always had a fascination with words. She loves how one single word can have so many meanings. She loves how one single word can have so much power. She loves how one moment can be captured by so many different words and still tell the same story. She loves how easily she can express herself.
The redhead is a firm believer that everything can be explained. Everything can be labeled with a word. All things fit a description. All things have at least one word that can be assigned to them.
That was until she met Beca Mitchell.
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Chloe found herself looking over a sea of freshmen students. She watched as the frat boys held up signs with numbers on them to the bypassing girls. She watched as a group of teens (not so discreetly) got high under a tree. She smiled to herself. She found it interesting that as her life in Barden was coming to an end, the lives of others were just starting. All in one place, all in the same moment.
"Any interest in joining our acapella group?"
She also watched as another girl turned down Aubrey's offer.
The redhead frowned. They had made no progress since the fair had started. She was beginning to panic.
"This is a travesty!"
Aubrey scoffed. "Just keep flyering."
Chloe gave it another 5 minutes of rejections before speaking up again.
"Why don't we just find good singers?" Another scoff.
"I'm not giving up. We have tradition to uphold."
"But Aub-"
"No. We don't stray from tradition."
She remained silent. She always did. Chloe kept on 'flyering'. The redhead scanned the crowd of incoming students. She sighed. Chloe wanted to give up. It had a been a long day and she still had 2 classes waiting for her. She turned to Aubrey fully intent on telling her she had to leave.
But then she stopped. She saw her.
Long brown hair. Navy blue eyes. Her features were gentle, soft, a contrast to the alternative vibe she was emitting. The girl looked to be about 5'3. Her body was slouched, her steps slow and unsure. Almost as if she had no clear destination, just the path i front of her. Chloe noted the way her face stayed indifferent, even when her demeanor changed. She noted the way the girl's eyes darted around, looking as though she was trying to look at everything all at once.
She also noted the small, minuscule, almost unnoticeable way her brain felt a little overwhelmed.
"What about her?", her question accompanied with a gesture to the brunette girl. She received yet another scoff from Aubrey.
"I don't know, she looks a little too alternative for us." Chloe didn't care. She stopped the girl anyway.
"Hi, any interest in joining our acapella group?"
The girl stopped, then looked up.
Chloe ignored the light pounding of her head.
"Oh right, this is like a thing now." She finished, a small smirk etching its way onto her face.
Another pound.
"Oh totes, we sing covers of songs with no instruments. it's all from our mouths." Chloe began to kick herself. She felt an unnecessary need to try and impress this girl and she wasn't doing a good job of it.
"On purpose?" The brunette's smirk grew bigger, eyebrows raised in question. Her tongue peaked slightly out of the corner of her mouth, trying to escape.
Not that she was looking at the girl's mouth.
Another pound.
Chloe suddenly couldn't find it in her to speak.
Another pound.
She saw a mix of scrambled letters in her head. She knew she had the words. She just needed time to decipher them. She needed time.
"Excuse me? Synchronized lady dancing to a Mariah Carey chart topper isn't lame."
Thank fucking God for Aubrey.
"I'm sorry, it just sounds pretty lame." Her tongue peeks out a little farther, her eyebrows taking a teasing lilt to them. Chloe can see her stance change, she can see the girl gain confidence as each second passes.
Another pound.
"We performed at the Cobb energy performing arts center, you bitch." Aubrey all but spits at her.
Chloe continued to try and rearrange the letters in her head.
"Yikes." The brunette looks at her for a moment, before looking back to Aubrey. Chloe sees her tongue recede fully behind her teeth.
Another pound.
"Listen here you bitc-" Aubrey starts, but doesn't get to finish. The brunette cuts her off.
"I don't even sing, but it was nice meeting you guys." She takes a final glance at Chloe, the smirk still playing at her lips. She saunters off.
Another pound.
She watches her leave.
The pounding in her head stops.
She's almost sad that it does.
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Chloe doesn't understand what happened to her.
She sits in her shared dorm room alone on the couch, bottom lip trapped between her teeth.
She doesn't understand.
Paradox: a self-contradictory statement which expresses a form of truth.
She doesn't understand how this girl made her feel like a paradox.
She had felt happy, but scared. Excited, but also nervous. Comfortable and uncomfortable all at once. Confident because she knew she had a plethora of words to her disposal in her head, but uncertain because the words would die in her throat.
She felt like a bird with a fear of heights. She felt like a fish with a fear of drowning. She felt like an inevitable possibility.
This realization frustrated Chloe greatly.
Inevitable: unable to be avoided, evaded or escaped; unalterable.
Possibility: something that may or may not be made possible. A chance of being false or true.
An inevitable possibility.
It wasn't possible.
(Fuck irony.)
It didn't make any sense. How can she feel two completely different and contradictory emotions at once? It's a double negative. They should cancel each other out. Maybe she feels an overly complicated form of nothingness. Chloe doesn't know anymore.
She goes to sleep that night dreaming of fish that fly and birds that swim. She dreams of infinities being greater than other infinities. She dreams of navy blue eyes and long brown hair.
But above all else, she dreams of inevitable possibilities.