It always starts with a quiet humming. She doesn't know all the lyrics yet but once a song is stuck in her head, it just becomes an earworm. Beca hates it for a few reasons. One, where did she even hear this song? Two, why does she think it's catchy? Three, it's from an English band! Well, they're not bad per se. It's just weird when she doesn't usually listen to this kind of music. Now just great because she's definitely adding this to her queue.
"Mmmm you bite your friend like chocolate," she absentmindedly picks up her things from the floor as she tries her hardest to focus on actually cleaning her room. "No we're never gonna quit it, no."
She stops, like she's a deer caught in the headlights, except she is both the deer and the car with the headlights. Not only she's singing it out loud now but also, she almost sounds like how the vocalist sings it. That means, she's doing the accent. So hilarious, Beca thinks. This must be a joke.
She rolls her eyes and sighs. Eventually, she just gives up and continues cleaning and singing the same freaking song.
Chloe peeks into the room Beca's in. Initially, she just goes there to chat but the girl seems busy. She turns to go until she hears a little song. Turning back around, she leans by the open doorway. She's just curious as to what the brunette is humming so softly to herself.
"We go where nobody knows," the DJ sings, unaware of the audience she has lured in. She carries on, knowing fully that this probably means something dark as the lyrics she catches flow out of her mouth. But why does it have to be so catchy? "I think we better go. Seriously, better go. Mmmhmmm."
She finishes the song and finally, sees Chloe standing by the door, looking at her with the biggest smile.
"Hey there, weirdo." That remark covers the mini heart attack she feels at first. "You look like a creep. How long have you been standing there?"
The redhead doesn't answer immediately. Instead she moves forward to where Beca is standing and ever so seductively speaks, "Long enough to realize you're hotter with an accent."
Beca hides her blush but of course, she retaliates, "So is that supposed to make me feel better, like a compliment, or like, to make you feel better, cuz I know you're so obsessed with me?"
Chloe laughs. "Oh, Mitchell! You're treading dangerous lines here."
With the most sexiest accent she can muster, Beca replies, "But I can't help it." She enunciates each word with more style than needed.
They both knowingly lean in closer to one another, within each other's breath's distance, as they close their eyes.