"So, when is this mystery woman arriving?" Chloe questioned her friend, watching in amusement as the DJ paced around the living room, straightening up any item that looked even remotely out of place. She snorted embarrassingly loud when Beca grabbed a nearby duster, running the fuzzy—bordering on furry—material, over her wooden and metal appliances, not once attempting to slow her pace. It's like, for the first time in her life, Beca had this almost anal need to clean and have her home look presentable. As humorous as Chloe found Beca's frantic behavior and unnatural desire to clean, she also found it strangely disconcerting.
In the five years that Chloe had known her, Beca had never bothered to do any type of extensive cleaning. Sure, the DJ was organized and managed to keep her place free of excessive clutter but, when it came to the act of actually cleaning, Beca didn't like to bother with it. She hired professional cleaners for that sort of thing or paid her friends to do it. Beca wasn't one to waste her precious time doing something that others could do for her; regardless of how much she'd have to pay for that luxury. Seeing her friend like this—on her knees, dressed in an old, ratty t-shirt, while scrubbing a spot on the floor with a toothbrush—was a cause for concern.
Chloe didn't think she could stay quiet about this matter any longer. Her burning curiosity on the situation was starting to get the better of her.
"I think it's time you took a break, Beca," Chloe suggested, rolling her eyes when Beca ignored her and continued scrubbing the floor. "You've been cleaning for three hours straight. If you clean any more, I'm scared you'll burn out all of your energy and just collapse. The last thing I want to do is have to tell your new roommate that her new roommate died from some type of freak cleaning accident," said Chloe pointedly, breathing a small sigh of relief when Beca rose to her feet, throwing the dirty toothbrush into a nearby wastebasket.
"Happy?" said Beca sarcastically, lifting her ratty, cover t-shirt off of her body, and revealing the plain, white V-neck underneath.
"Very," Chloe replied, offering Beca a large, sarcastic grin. Beca rolled her eyes good-naturedly in response to that, collapsing onto the seat next to Chloe, and placed her feet on the coffee table in front of her. "So, what's with all the cleaning? I know you have your new roommate moving in today, but you don't even clean your place when your boss comes over. What makes this woman so special?"
Beca shrugged noncommittally.
Chloe narrowed her eyes at the nonverbal answer, until it suddenly clicked. "Oh my gosh, she's totally hot, isn't she? That's why you've been cleaning so much!" Chloe exclaimed, her eyes twinkling with mirth. Beca blushed, releasing an embarrassed grunt, while trying to avoid inquisitive blue eyes. "You haven't told me anything about her. Well, other than the fact that she's a woman and that she's moving in. Like, what's her name? Where is she from? How old is she? Is she single? Is she into girls? Is she in the mafia?" Chloe asked, her slew of questions coming out too quickly for Beca to keep up. "You've officially known her for weeks, Bex. The least you could do is tell me something about her."
"Fine," Beca huffed out, eager to shut her friend up for a moment. "Her name is Kommissar, she's originally from Germany but has been living in America for the last year. She's not a part of the mafia, but she does work for Google, which in my opinion is equivalent to the mafia. She's my age and, as far as I know, is single. Is she into girls? No idea, but even if she was, I wouldn't do anything about it."
"Why not?"
"Because I need her rent money more than I need a girlfriend."
Chloe opened her mouth to respond, but a knock on the front door interrupted their conversation. Beca quickly jumped up from the couch, looking at the time on her digital wall clock, and cursed under her breath when she noticed the time. She pulled her hair out of its messy ponytail, frantically running her fingers through tangled brown locks, and straightened out her t-shirt. Now deeming her appearance semi-acceptable, she approached the front door and pulled it open, revealing a tall, gorgeous blonde with several suitcases at her feet.
"H-hi, Kommissar, "Beca stuttered out, caught off guard by the semi-exposed cleavage currently level with her eyes (not noticing the mischievous smirk stretched across the blonde's lips). "Welcome to your new home," Beca mumbled with a bright—albeit awkward—smile, opening the door wider for the blonde to enter.
Kommissar thanked her and started pulling two of her six suitcases inside with her. Beca, noticing her struggle, offered to help, grabbing two more suitcases, while motioning Chloe over to get the remaining two from the porch. Kommissar flashed them a grateful smile.
Once everything was inside, Beca closed the front door and took a seat on the couch beside Chloe, motioning for her new roommate to join them. The moment Kommissar's butt hit the chair, Chloe opened her mouth to begin her interrogation, receiving an unimpressed scowl from Beca.
"Hi, I'm Chloe; Beca's best friend. In order to make sure that you have my best friend's interests at heart, I was wondering if I could ask you a few questions," Chloe started, receiving an eye roll from Beca in response. Kommissar looked confused by that, but gestured for Chloe to continue. "So, do you have a significant other? Any weird habits we should know about? Any allergies, secret pets, or mafia enemies?" Chloe ticked off of her fingers, watching in amusement as Kommissar's eyebrow raised higher and higher with each question.
"I'm sorry?"
"You don't have to answer any of that. Chloe is just messing around and, actually, has somewhere else to be right now."
Chloe looked at Beca in confusion, the girl in question sending her a warning look, and gesturing—with her eyes—to the front door. Taking the hint, Chloe huffed and rose from her seat.
"Beca's right. I should really be getting home now. It was nice meeting you, Kommissar. I hope you enjoy living with this one," she nudged her chin toward Beca. "She's a real ball of sunshine and rainbows," she said in a sarcastic tone, eliciting a grumble of annoyance from Beca. "See you later, Bex."
And with that, Chloe exited her friend's apartment, leaving the two new roommates alone together.
"So, um, I should let you unpack and settle in. Do you need any help with that, or…?" Beca trailed off awkwardly, squirming under her roommate's unwavering gaze.
"No, I'm fine. But thank you for offering," Kommissar replied sincerely, rising up from her seat, and making her way towards her new room. Beca watched her go, her eyes roaming over the blonde's backside and settling on her rear. It was a nice rear, Beca mused.
Beca got lost in thought as her gaze remained on the blonde's rear, which resulted in her jumping slightly when Kommissar suddenly turned around, catching her eyes and smirking at her knowingly. Beca flushed under the knowing gaze and released a shaky breath when the blonde turned around and entered her room, closing the door firmly behind her.
Living with an extremely hot German woman should be an interesting experience, Beca thought awkwardly.