Beca Mitchell is a renowned DJ and producer, one who worked hard and was always composed. Chloe Beale is a scatterbrained artist with a crazy past. After years apart the two reunite and things get interesting.
Chloe tugged at the loose red curls falling into her face, she was trying to figure out the focal point in her latest piece. Her series "Brunette" had won her a few awards and honorable mentions within the artist' community. The series followed a faceless, nameless brunette on her journeys through life. It explored lust, love, happiness, depression, and her world travels. No one knew who the girl was supposed to be but they loved the art so much it landed Chloe her own expose. New York had been a great place to get it all out, especially since the girl the paintings were about was 3,000 miles away.
Beca didn't keep in touch with the Bellas the way she wished she had. They were her family and you didn't just forget about family. Sure, she texted them on birthdays and holidays, but they all had to be honest; life just got in the way. Despite not being in touch with the Bellas Beca loved being in LA, it was so different from her life in Georgia. She was happier here and she flourished in the LA night life. In fact, it had taken to her like a lost puppy. She was the hottest DJ in town, her records hitting #1 in the nation and landing spots in the top ten internationally. As a producer though she sky rocketed. She had a knack for helping artists' find their voice, quite literally. Almost all of her famous clients had awards. Grammy's, Teen's Choice Awards, MTV Awards, you name it. Beca Mitchell was becoming a household name.
As Chloe sat on her couch in her studio she pondered over a painting, wine glass in hand. There was something missing from the piece. Everywhere she went the brunette followed. She saw her in coffee shops she passed by, she saw her walk by her at the mall, she invaded her dreams. They were the only place she could really love her. The only place she could hold her hand and feel her body next to hers. Every night it was the same dream.
"Chloe, I'm home!" Beca calls out, placing her briefcase on the living room table and slipping off her converse. She was wearing black skinny jeans, a white tee, and a black vest. It was Chloe's favorite outfit of hers. She found that it fit in all the right places.
"Coming!" Chloe shouted back, and Beca could hear footsteps coming down the hall. Looking up she came face to face with the redhead. A quick smile flashed across her lips, and Chloe swept her into a tight hug. Chloe could feel her fingers running through her lover's thick brown hair. Her scent, almost musky, filled her senses. This was her favorite place, in Beca's arms. As she pulled away to look into her deep blue eyes Beca let her grip loosen, and their eyes met.
Beca leaned in to kiss her, and Chloe let her. She could feel the shivers start from her head and her heart fluttered, sending even more shivers down the rest of her body. As she pulled away from the kiss she saw the look of disdain on Beca's face.
"What's wrong baby?" Chloe can feel her arms shaking, and she starts to lose her voice.
"I can't do this Chlo, it wasn't meant to be. I left you for a reason."
And that's the part where she wakes up. Every single time. They kiss and then she's left alone in the darkness of her dreams and wakes up to an empty bed and a lonely life.