A/N: Hey this is my first Bechloe Fanfiction. And it is also my first time writing a story in third person. So let's please all be nice here. Warning of Triggers: very slight and subtle mention of self harm.
The first Bella's rehearsal is going to be hell. Beca can already tell upon Aubrey kicking out the second girl within the first five minutes of it beginning. Her theory keeps getting proven correct when they run stairs. Beca is tiny as a stick, but about as in shape to run up stairs as a 300 pound man. It gets even worse when she almost falls in heels. And then gets hugged from behind by Chloe who is trying to teach her dance moves, with the big smile and who invaded her shower, and perceptive Beca Mitchell can't get her read on her clearly yet.
"That's my dick," and Beca manages to place the icing on the cake for the beginning of a very long career in this Bella's group after a confrontation with Aubrey.
Beca finds herself in her dad's office within the next fifteen minutes. She pleads wildly to him to let her go to LA, even offering him 50% of her income when she hits it big. She gets denied and disappointed and finds herself slouching out of the English professor's office an hour later. She is a good distance into the crisp night air, when she hears a soft voice interrupt the quiet air.
"Beca!" She whips around to see the Bella's co-captain, Chloe, exiting the English building as well. "Wait up!"
She comes to a halt, for some reason, and stops for the smiling ginger. Chloe sidles up to Beca and manages to do some weird arm shimmy when their arms brush, which causes Beca to smirk at the beaming ginger.
"What were you doing in the English building?" She asks.
"You stopped me to ask me what I was doing in an educational vicinity at our university?" Beca quizzes sarcastically.
Chloe shoves her shoulder with a wide smile, "I was trying to make conversation with you. Be friendly with you."
Beca raises her eyebrows, sarcastically, at the pretty girl. "I've never heard that before…I don't seem to have a very inviting personality," she muses sarcastically.
"I refuse to believe that," Chloe smiles.
Beca smiles and blushes at her feet, like her awkward behavior ensues. Beca quickly realizes how she stopped being a hardass for a second, and slouches her posture and gives a stare into the icy eyes without expression.
Chloe smiles, "Plus I would know if you were actually using an 'educational vicinity at our university' because I'm a TA for your English class, and the professor throws a fit that you have yet to show up to a class."
"Yeah, I'm like that with every class, she shouldn't take it to heart," Beca responds.
"You should start going, I could help you catch up on what you have missed," Chloe offers.
Beca smiles and finds herself actually considering the offer. It isn't like anyone has willingly gone out of their way for her before. It's a new feeling, a nice feeling. Beca shakes her head at herself and starts walking, and Chloe keeps up. "I may have to take you up on that. I was meeting with my dad, he's a professor here."
Chloe looks at Beca with a confused expression.
Beca bumps her shoulder, "You asked why I was in the English building."
"Oh!" Chloe smiles content with herself, "Wait, Beca Mitchell! Oh my goodness your dad is Professor Mitchell. Wow, how didn't I figure that out before?"
"He doesn't give off much of a dad vibe, considering he barely is one, it makes sense you wouldn't connect it." Beca muses.
Chloe takes in Beca's face and shakes her head, "You're a mysterious one. Now where are we going?"
"We? I was going to go back to my dorm and listen to music," Beca announces.
"Well I said we were gonna be fast friends, and here I am," Chloe announces.
Beca smiles, and she inwardly questions why she has smiled so much in the last few minutes. "Fine, mine or yours?"
"I live with Aubrey."
"So we will go to my dorm," Beca announces in an obvious tone.
"She's not that bad."
"You saw her pull me aside after practice," Beca points out.
"And I also heard you tell her about your 'dick,'" Chloe pauses and smirks, "but, I didn't see one in the shower."
Beca is thankful that it is dark out and it hides her blush. Chloe seems like an awfully forward human, Beca thinks. She's never met someone to disarm her like this, and it makes her stomach do a weird thing. Beca quickly blinks and quips back, "Maybe I was just hiding it well," wow, not her best comeback.
But Chloe is smiling like an idiot, and Beca can't help but smile too. And Beca hasn't felt this close to having a friend since the beginning of high school.
"Oh trust me, I looked. Very well," Chloe says and bites her lip.
Lip bite. Okay then. Beca looks forward and blinks any weird thoughts about this girl out of her mind. She sticks her hands in her pockets and ignores her clammy palms and the weird thoughts.
"Wow, I think I broke Beca Mitchell," Chloe muses.
Beca chuckles, and pushes forward her walls of sarcasm again, "No, I'm just not used to crude humor like that."
"Says the girl who says that she has a dick."
"Okay, I mean, your forwardness. It surprised me," Beca defends.
"Step up your game, Mitchell," Chloe bumps her shoulder with Beca's.
Beca holds the door to Baker Hall open for Chloe, and then follows her inside. She leads her to her room and unlocks the door. Thankfully to find no Kimmy Jin there. "My humble abode," Beca sarcastically presents.
"Freshman dorms are great! It's how I met Aubrey," Chloe smiles.
"Well I can guarantee you, I won't be besties with my roommate. She's a little odd," Beca announces.
"Well lucky for you, you will have me now," Chloe beams.
Beca awkwardly rings her hands, literally never having hung out with another person in years, "So what should we do?"
Chloe plops herself on Beca's bed and pats a spot next to her whilst motioning for Beca to sit down. Beca hesitantly sits, and drums a beat onto her knee and starts bouncing her other knee. She can't do this one-on-one social interaction thing. She feels panicky and her throat tightens a bit, as she feels forced to try and talk.
"What's wrong?" Chloe asks whilst putting a hand on Beca's bouncing leg to put it to a halt.
"My room is just a mess," Beca lies.
Chloe's eyes sift through the spotless room with suspicion, "You mean your one flannel on the floor, that's a mess? You should see my apartment, well my room specifically, Aubrey's room is spotless, as you would imagine."
"Do you want to order like sandwiches or something?" Beca asks whilst pulling out a black iPhone.
"Sure! I know just the place!" Chloe says excitedly and takes Beca's phone from her hands.
Chloe furrows her brows once she is met with the passcode on Beca's phone, and Beca can't help but chuckle from the adorableness. Wait, what? Beca shakes away the thoughts of her puppy-like companion. Beca tries to mask her surprise when Chloe grabs her wrist and holds Beca's thumb to the scanner on the phone button. Once satisfied, Chloe drops the freshman's hand and dials the phone number to a local sandwich shop. Beca gapes at the socially flawless girl, as Chloe interacts happily on the phone while ordering two BLT's.
Chloe hangs up the phone and hands it back to Beca with a smile, "They'll be delivering it in like twenty minutes."
Beca nods.
Chloe stares at Beca for a second, and then steals the phone back from Beca. Using the freshman only for her thumb to gain access. "What are you doing?" Beca asks.
"Adding my number in your phone, silly," Chloe says and hands her the phone back, "And there we go!"
"You're very forward, did you know that?" Beca says.
Chloe gives Beca her huge smile again, "I did barge into your shower, didn't I?"
"I'm going to have night terrors over that, you know?" Beca jokes.
Chloe bumps her shoulder, "Oh you loved it."
A comfortable silence passes, and eventually Beca breaks it, "So what should we do until the food gets here?"
"Tell me about yourself," Chloe says, like Beca is simply the most important thing on earth.
"Beca Mitchell. 18. Only child. Taurus, you seem like the girl who keeps up on horoscopes. Not to stereotype you or anything…" Beca rambles.
"No, Becs, I meant, tell me about you," Chloe muses with her chin resting in her palms.
Beca blatantly notices the nickname, which surprisingly doesn't bother her. She doesn't understand it, her and Chloe are just getting along so easily. Beca shrugs upon realizing Chloe is still looking at her awaiting an answer.
"There isn't much to tell. I was born in Texas," Beca begins.
"No accent?" Chloe asks.
"I spent the majority of my childhood in Michigan until my parents divorced and then I went back to Texas, so I never really got an accent," Beca explains.
"Oh, divorced? I'm sorry," Chloe says.
Beca shrinks to memories of her dad up and leaving Beca and her mother, and then her mom dragging her back to Texas. Beca's shoulders slouch. The brunette tries to edge it out of her mind. She feels a hand on her shoulder, and looks into the bluest eyes, probably, ever.
"Life stories can come with time in friendship. Let's do something else," Chloe sympathizes.
"Like what?" Beca asks, while looking down when feeling her phone vibrate.
2 text message notifications
Jesse Swanson: I found this wondrous CD of Destiny's Child while I was stacking CD's without you… :( but anyways, I stashed it for ya so we can jam out next time we meet.
Beca smiles at the dork trying to achieve her friendship by keeping notice of her immense love for Beyoncé. He is a nice boy after all, but it is easy to tell he flirts with her and hard to pretend to not notice it. She tries to ignore that fact.
Doucheface Father: I just talked to your English professor, you aren't going to classes?! Do not be the uneducated disgrace that is your mother. Meet with me tomorrow at 10 am sharp so we can straighten this out!
Beca flinches.
"What's wrong? Who texted you?" Chloe asks.
Beca blinks and shields her phone when Chloe tries to read over her shoulder. And switches her messages to her conversation with Jesse. "Nothing, just Jesse making fun of my Beyoncé obsession."
"Well it's Queen B," Chloe states obviously.
Beca smiles widely at Chloe. "Now I know you're a great person. Yeah, I was just texting back that's all."
"Is Jesse the boy from Hood Night?" Chloe inquires.
Beca nods. "He's an idiot."
"A cute idiot?" Chloe asks to inquire Beca's opinion of the boy.
Beca shakes her head vehemently, "That is strictly platonic."
"Hmm," Chloe hums while taking in Beca's expression.
"What?" Beca asks.
That's when there is a knock on the door. Chloe gets up and answers the door, Beca notices the redheads shoulders droop when the sandwich delivery boy is revealed. The brunette ponders at the familiar face, and realizes he's the shower guy. Beca looks up at Chloe when she sits down a few seconds later with a solemn expression.
"Was that Shower Guy?" Beca asks.
The redhead nods while looking down.
"From that expression…I guess you guys aren't showering together anymore," Beca drawls awkwardly. Damn she is terrible at this social thing. Especially comforting someone she barely knows, but feels like she's already great friends with.
"He cheated on me. So I broke up with him," Chloe whispers.
Beca feels the fire light up in her soul. How could someone cheat on a girl like Chloe? That's like kicking an innocent puppy! "He's a dumbass. Wow what a dick! How could he cheat on someone like you? You're like a perfect little human. He is scum. Don't get worked up over him. Don't waste your time on anyone who won't appreciate what your worth. And from knowing you for little time, I can tell you're worth a hell lot more than that."
Beca exhales at the ramble, and she can feel her cheeks are probably bright red. And she is suddenly really embarrassed about going all "mama bear" about Chloe. And she's about to apologize for the ramble when the awkward silence nearly suffocates her. But then Chloe is wrapping Beca in a tight hug.
"Thank you," the older woman pulls back from the hug and wipes a single tear away from her eye. "You're already a great friend."
"Let's eat," Beca announces.
Beca watches very amusedly as Chloe plows into her sandwich like she hasn't eaten in years. The freshman takes a few nibbles of the sandwich, and suddenly remembers her distaste for sandwiches. She doesn't realize how much time passes of her picking at her sandwich when Chloe lets out a loud belch after eating her food.
"You're a burper?" Beca asks bewildered and laughing.
Chloe nods, "Did you not like your sandwich?"
Beca shrugs, "I'm more of a pizza girl. I hate sandwiches."
The redhead bursts out in laughter, "Then why did you suggest getting sandwiches in the first place? Wow, you are a riddle, Beca Mitchell. A riddle I will solve."
Beca laughs, "Get in line behind me. Even I haven't solved it yet."
Chloe smiles and pulls out her own white iPhone with a pink case on it, she dials a number and puts the phone up to her ear. Beca listens closely as Chloe orders a large pizza. Beca finds herself smiling, feeling already so close with Chloe. It feels awesome to have a friend, Beca thinks.
"Why did you order me a pizza?" Beca laughs.
"So you don't starve!" Chloe exclaims, "Plus it's not all for you, I will eat some too!"
Beca finds herself cracking up at the older girl. The two make basic conversation until the pizza arrives, and the two destroy the whole large pizza. Upon them finishing the pizza, Chloe sits up suddenly, "Have you ever watched Grey's Anatomy?"
Beca shakes her head.
"Oh my goodness!" Chloe exclaims. And then continues to go on a bouncing rampage of taking Beca's laptop to log into her Netflix account and pull up the TV show. "This is simply the best show you will ever watch!"
The two power through four episodes, and Beca notices the time. "Hey, it's getting late."
Chloe looks at her phone, "Oh yeah, it's after midnight. I should get heading back to my apartment."
Beca finds her natural anxiety build up about Chloe walking campus so late, "Hey, it is late. You can just sleep here."
Chloe's eyes light up, even more than they already do. "A sleepover?"
"Yes, I think that's what I am insinuating."
The ginger smiles widely and bounces up and down on the mattress. Beca can't find it within herself to not smile back. "But we should get to bed, I have to meet my dad in the morning," Beca announces.
Chloe nods, and Beca gets up and grabs a pair of running shorts and a t-shirt, and tosses them to Chloe. And despite the hot weather, grabs a long sleeve and sweats for herself. Beca excuses herself to change in the bathroom, mainly so Chloe doesn't see the cuts Beca always tries to hide.
Upon returning to her dorm, she sees the senior cuddled in the twin bed, and motioning for Beca to join her. Beca climbs in and manages just to not touch.
"So what did you think of the show?" Chloe voices in the dark room.
"It was okay."
"Okay? Okay?! It is simply magnificent and exemplifies the importance and strength of friendship and love! That isn't 'okay' it is perfect!" Chloe exclaims.
Beca chuckles loudly, "Whatever you say."
"This is going to be our thing. We are going to eat, sleep, and breathe Grey's Anatomy until you love it," Chloe jokes.
The brunette giggles, "Until then, I'm going to get some actual sleep. Goodnight, Chlo."
"Goodnight, Becs. Who knew we would become such fast friends in one night? Imagine where we will be in a week!"
Beca falls asleep with a smile on her face. She sleeps the best she has in years. No nightmares for the first time in months. She just finds herself peaceful. Somehow throughout the night, Chloe wraps her arms around Beca, and the two sleep peacefully.
Until the door to Beca's dorm flies open at 11:00 am the next morning to a very angry Dr. Mitchell.
"Rebeca Marie Mitchell!"
A/N: So yeah, boring. But I'm just setting the stage for this story here and honestly what's even happening I don't know. And ew, why did I pick Texas as Beca's childhood state, we will find out. :( Please review and tell me what you think!