Beca was walking towards the audience, to where Jesse was seated. The Bellas almost knew what was coming. It was the cliché ending. Chloe's stomach was twisting and turning inside, that's never good.
Beca inched closer to Jesse, and then everyone saw it. She kissed him. He kissed her. They kissed. Whichever way you want to put it. Chloe's heart almost stopped as she witnessed this—this—this travesty. Aubrey held her arm and gave her a look of concern. Chloe simply gave her a sweet smile and walked to where they were supposed to be seated.
After sharing the kiss, Beca couldn't help but smile. With her eyes still closed, she let out a soft smirk. "What?" Jesse had to ask, not expecting what was coming afterwards.
"Oh my god. I'm so sorry, Jesse." Beca was looking at him now, smiling.
"What?" Jesse asked, still with the confident smile. This is, after all, his happy ending?
Beca's smile was growing wider. "You're not—I'm not…" She held onto his arms for support. "I can't believe I'm doing this. But—ugh, this is so hard!" Jesse could feel the frustration in Beca's voice, but the smile was still plastered on her face. It was like she knew something he didn't. Well, duh.
"What is it?" Jesse asked again, his voice beginning to sound worried.
The kiss. It was the kiss. Beca's mind was filled with thoughts of someone else. And Beca knew that wasn't supposed to happen when you were kissing another someone passionately, someone you're supposedly in love with? You weren't supposed to think of someone else. Your heart wasn't supposed to flutter like crazy at the thought of that other person. That would be…wrong. Unless?
Beca bit her lower lip, trying to contain her fluttering heart from what she had just realized a few minutes ago. Beca gave him an apologetic look and said, "I'm in love with someone else."
And the mere acknowledgement of the feeling made Beca's heart flutter some more. She wanted to run. She wanted to run and shout to the world what she was feeling. She wanted to run around the stage. She wanted to run around the audience and give each a hug. She wanted to run to her dad and give him a hug. Heck, she even wanted to give the step-monster a hug. She wanted to run and shout that other person's name. She wanted to- she wanted to—she wanted to run to her. She wanted her.
Beca was driving with a foolish grin on her face. Every time she remembered that night, she couldn't help but smile. She knew the day would come when Jesse would be able to forgive her and they'd be able to co-exist as good friends. That's why she felt confident to sort of break his heart that night. She knew he'd bounce back. She knew they'd be able to joke about that night one day.
She had just finished her shift at the bar and she was still feeling high from the crowd earlier. It was a good crowd. And tonight was extra special since Cynthia Rose made an appearance. Her mixes partnered with her voice was good music. Good money, too.
Beca stopped at the red light. She felt giddy. The bad ass-ness has turned down a notch through the years, but she's not complaining. She's happy.
She hears her phone ringing and takes a look. Finding out who was calling her just brought some more happiness to her heart. She couldn't hide the smile from her face as she answered, "Hey."
"Hey you, are you home?"
"Nope, I'm driving."
"What?! Why'd you answer? I'll call again."
"No, wait. It's a red light. It's okay." She was smiling, alright.
"I can feel you smiling. Why? Good night at the bar?" Curiosity piqued.
Beca smiled some more. She didn't know how to answer. She didn't know how to say it. "Light's turning green. I'll call you later!" Beca hung up immediately and smiled some more, her cheeks were beginning to feel numb. "God, so this is what it feels like to have botox." Beca mumbled to herself as she continued to drive home.
Lights were turned on when she parked in the driveway. It simply meant her roommate was finally home. Fat Amy, or just Amy now, travelled a lot for her work and even more so the last 3 months. She loved it when Fat Amy was home, it simply meant parties and get-togethers with the other Bellas. Beca hit her head softly at the thought of becoming excited for the Bella parties. She was that kind of person now. Not that she minded, though. That was far from it.
After deciding to let go of plans of moving to LA, she finally decided to try and live a little. This meant opening up to the people around her, trying to be the best person she could be for others. This didn't mean she was letting go of her music, no. Moving to LA was still the plan, but she felt there was something about a college degree that would help her later on in life. Not to mention to be on the good side of the family of a certain someone.
"What do you mean, you're leaving?" Chloe asked her a few days after they had won the ICCA Finals.
"No, no. You heard me wrong, Beale. I said, I was supposed to leave." Beca answered.
"Okay. What do you mean you were supposed to leave?" Chloe crossed her arms as she asked again.
Beca was smiling, foolishly might I add, again. It was the same smile she wore on her face when she kissed Jesse. You know, when she smiled because she knew something the other person did not.
"You look annoyed. And angry. Okay, why are you angry?" Beca was trying to keep a straight face.
"Just answer my question, Beca."
"Geez. I had a deal with my dad that if I kind of put myself out there here and joined clubs and all, and if after a year I still wasn't happy, he'd let me leave for LA to pursue my dreams of becoming a DJ."
"LA?" Chloe had to pause a bit to process. "Oh. Okay. I didn't know you were so unhappy here." Chloe's voice became softer.
"I wasn't. But then, you know…" Beca trailed. Her happiness was waning and her sappiness was beginning to overflow. She didn't really want to share to the person in front of her that she was first in line when it comes to making Beca happy. Her bad ass-ness credibility was on the line here.
Chloe's arms were still folded but her eyes looked at Beca who was now looking down on the floor. "No, I don't. What is it?"
Beca mumbled something.
"Beca, you're mumbling. Your nose is the only thing that can hear you." Chloe was smiling now. She knew what Beca was trying to get at, she just wanted to hear it out loud.
Beca mumbled again.
Chloe smiled her sweetest smile and stepped in front of Beca. "You were trying to tell me something?"
Beca sighed and closed her eyes. "You happened. You happened to me, Beale. You were already on my mind when I met you the first time, it's like you started to live inside my head. And then you go on and invade it some more by actually invading my personal space."
Chloe smirked at the thought, remembering how and when she entered Beca's shower cubicle.
"And I knew then I was a goner." Beca continued. "I was drawn to you and no matter how hard I try not to think about you, you still popped in my head like, every time. My head was screaming you. I guess that was the reason why I ended up auditioning, if only to shut my head up.
"The more I spent time with you, the happier I got, to the point that I've actually forgotten my deal with my dad."
"So that's not the reason why you joined the Bellas?" Chloe had to ask.
"I told you, I auditioned to shut my head up." Beca answered. "Well, you could've said no when you got accepted." Chloe told her.
Beca opened her eyes. "I could do that? What?! Why didn't you tell me?" Beca was utterly shocked.
Chloe gently shoved Beca's right arm and feigned an insulted face. "And now you're telling me, you would have opted not to join us? After everything that you've just said?".
Beca grinned at her. "You were the one who brought it up, Beale. I didn't know I could decline."
Chloe smiled at her, "But seriously, would you have declined if you knew?"
"And pass up a chance to be with you every day? Never." Beca stared into Chloe's eyes as she said this.
"You have a way with words, Mitchell. I didn't know you were such a romantic dork." Chloe countered.
"Besides, there's nothing I want more than you touching and feeling me every time I act like I don't know the dance steps." Beca added with a smirk.
"You love it." Chloe answered with a wink. She was right, Beca did love it.
"Wait. So you're not leaving Barden, anymore?" Chloe asked again after realizing her first question wasn't answered.
"I'm not."
"Why?"
"Because, I realized there's more to college than stupid Philosophy classes."
"One, philosophy classes aren't stupid. Two, what's more to college then?"
"The Barden Bellas, of course." Chloe scoffed at what Beca told her. Sure, Beca began to love the Bellas. But knowing her, she knew there was something else.
"What, you don't believe me?" Beca asked her, showing hurt in her eyes.
"There has got to be something more."
Beca sighed and closed her eyes again. "I thought, that maybe, if I graduated with a college degree, your family would be more accepting of me. I mean, why would they want their daughter to date a worthless wannabe DJ? So I figured, I can stay, I mean, I like it here anyway. If I stay, I get a degree. My dad's happy. Your family might accept me. You might be proud of me. So, everything might work out in the end. I can move to LA and pursue DJ-ing after graduating and maybe, when I earn enough money, I could ask you to move to LA too. So yes, there's more to me staying. I want to be a better person for you. "
Beca was about to open her eyes when Chloe suddenly embraced her. Her arms wrapped around her tiny frame, it was something she'd gotten used to but made her heart flutter still. Beca smiled.
"I'm proud of you now. I'll be proud of you when you graduate. I'll be proud of you when you become a DJ. And I don't care if you get a degree or not. I care about you being happy. And besides, my family will love you. You think I'm friendly? Wait until you meet them." Chloe smiled into Beca's hair.
"Too bad I have to wait until you graduate, we could've moved to LA together now." Chloe added.
Beca moved back, "What do you mean?" Her face showing butt loads of shock and excitement.
"I'm going to Stanford." Chloe beamed.
"Wh—Congratulations, Beale! Why didn't you tell me? See, what would people think when they find out a would-be doctor like you is dating a college drop-out like me?" Beca lighly shoved Chloe's arm.
"I don't care what they say. I'll have me a trophy wife." Chloe said with a smirk.
"Woah, Beale. Ask me to marry you first, please. And mind you, I am high maintenance." Beca countered.
"I can handle high maintenance. Wait a minute, you mean to say, you're not the one who's gonna propose?" Chloe asked feigning a shocked face.
Beca's memories were halted abruptly by her phone ringing. It was Chloe again.
"What's up, Dr. Beale?"
"Ms. Mitchell. You didn't call me, I got worried." Chloe said on the other end of the line.
"Sorry, I was caught up."
"Caught up in what?"
"In thoughts of you." Beca answered. She couldn't help but smile with what she just said. God, stop it with the lines.
"What about me?" Chloe wanted to hear more. Beca was such a romantic dork, she told herself.
"Remember when you called me your trophy wife?" Beca asked.
Chloe's heart skipped a beat upon hearing the word wife. Was Beca…?
"Babe?" Beca called out to her when she didn't answer.
"Sorry. I was writing something. Yeah, I remember the trophy wife. Oh my god, are you going to propose to me, Mitchell?" Chloe tried to mask her giddiness in her "fake" excitement.
Beca laughed. "Hey, I thought you were the one proposing? I'm the trophy wife, remember?"
Chloe laughed. "So, what about the trophy wife?"
"Nothing, I just remembered. It just… I can't believe it's been four years. And you have no idea how happy you've made me the past four years. It just feels—everything feels right, you know?"
"I know." Chloe shared the same sentiment.
"God, I wish you were here with me now. Then I'd show you how happy you've truly made me feel." Beca added with a wink.
Chloe blushed at the thought. She wanted to be with Beca so bad, too. But there was something important she had to do back home.
"Hey, by the way, are you sure you're going to be okay tomorrow?"
"Yep, I'll take a cab. No biggie. Your meeting tomorrow is important."
"Not more important than you." Geez, Mitchell stop it with the cheesy lines already. Beca had to face-palm herself.
Chloe giggled.
"What time's your flight again?" Beca asked.
"2pm."
"Oh, are you bringing me some food? I'm pretty sure your mom baked some muffins for me. She texted me this morning. So don't lie."
"Yes, Ms. high maintenance. I will be bringing you your favourite muffins." Chloe said with a smile. Beca got along with her family fine, but was closest to her mom. Sometimes, Chloe wasn't sure whether to feel happy or threatened by their closeness.
"Great."
BECAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
"Oh my god, who was that?! Was that, Amy? She's back?" Chloe said excitedly.
"I've been spotted." Beca rolled down her window and said hi to Amy.
ARE YOU HAVING PHONE SEX WITH YOUR GODDESS-LIKE GIRLFRIEND?
Chloe giggled at what she heard.
"Oh my god, AMY! The neighbors can hear you!" Beca exclaimed. She could hear Chloe giggle, and oh my god, that giggle. Chloe giggling brought giggles to Beca's already mushy heart.
"Ugh." Beca sighed.
"What's wrong?" Chloe worried.
"You giggling is the most adorable thing in the world." Beca had to close her eyes, she was trying hard to stop herself from spewing some more words of romance. But come on, this was Chloe. She had the right to know how perfect she was in Beca's eyes.
Chloe giggled some more. "Okay. Me being adorable frustrates you?"
"Your giggle, your laugh is music to my ears. It just, I—everything about you is perfect. I'm—just, ugh. Even if you lightly snore sometimes, it's still music to my ears."
"Hey, I don't snore!"
"Yeah, tell that to the police." Beca grinned. It was true though, no matter what Chloe did, it was perfect. She was perfect.
HEY HOBBIT, STOP PHONE SEXING YOUR GIRL AND COME AND JOIN US FOR DRINKS! I BROUGHT DRINKS FROM TASMANIA!
Both Chloe and Beca laughed at what they heard.
"It feels like she's just 10 feet away from me." Chloe told Beca.
"I know. Tell me about it." Beca rolled her eyes.
"I miss you, Becs." Chloe whispered.
"I miss you too. I know it's only been a week and you're coming back tomorrow, but… I just—"
"Come on, Shakespeare. Give me some more of your romantic lines." Chloe teased.
Beca grinned. "I love you, Chlo. I love you so much. You have no idea."
"I think I do." Chloe said with a smile. "I love you too. I'll see you tomorrow?"
"Yeah. Tell your parents I said hi. And tell your brother I'll send him the CDs next time."
"Yes, ma'am. Now go, and have fun with Fat Amy. Have fun for me?"
"Won't be fun without you."
"Oh, shush, Mitchell. I'm going to sleep. Can't wait to see you. I love you." Chloe grinned. Beca was exceptionally romantically sweet tonight, which made her heart giggle softly.
"Love you too. Goodnight, babe."
Beca woke up at 1am to her phone ringing, it was Chloe.
"Hey, babe. What's wrong? It's-" Beca checked her bedside clock. "It's one in the morning. Here."
"Sorry, couldn't sleep. Do you mind if we just talk?"
"Anything for you." Beca smiled as she sat up in bed.
"Wow, you're on a roll with your sweet lines, aren't you?" Chloe teased.
"This is your fault, Dr. Beale. I was bad ass then, you know."
"And I made you sappy and mushy and romantic?"
"Yeah, and I love every bit of it."
"Of course you do." Chloe said with a smile.
"Hey—" Beca remembered something. "Remember when you called me earlier, and I was driving? You said you could feel me smiling?"
"Yeah. Why were you smiling?"
"Because of you." Beca grinned. She could just imagine the blush creeping up on Chloe's face.
"Seriously, though, why?"
"I am being serious!" Beca answered.
Chloe giggled. "Fine. Why, what was it about me that made you smile?"
"Everything about you is worth being smiled about." Beca continued with the sweet lines.
Chloe laughed aloud this time. "You did something wrong, didn't you?"
"I did not!" Beca feigned hurt in her voice.
"Oh my god, have you been feeding my dog?" Chloe continued.
"Dog? What dog?"
"Beca!"
"I'm kidding!" Beca was laughing too.
"So, what about me, Beca?" Chloe asked again. She was curious now.
"I just remembered the time when I realized I was in love with you."
Chloe was blushing. In bed. "Babe?" she whispered.
"Hm?"
"I love you."
"I love you too." It was almost only a whisper, but…
GUYS, I CAN HEAR YOU PHONE SEXING. PLEASE STOP.
"Amy! We're not!" Beca shouted through the wall. Chloe was laughing on the other end of the lne.
RIGHT. KIDDING. I MISS YOU, RED!
"I miss you too, Amy!" Chloe shouted over the phone. Right, she can't hear.
OH, AND RED. PLEASE COME BACK SOON. BECA'S BEEN DRY HUMPING HER PILLOW ALL NIGHT.
"I have not!" Beca exclaimed.
Chloe giggled. There she goes giggling again, Beca thought to herself.
"Looks like we have a lot of catching up to do when I get back." Chloe grinned.
"I have not been dry humping my pillow, Chloe. " Beca said with a straight face which made both laugh at the same time even though they were miles apart.
"Right, Mitchell. Tell me you haven't been thinking of me that way the past week." Chloe challenged.
"Well… I won't say I haven't-" Beca played along.
"I knew it!
And their conversation went on for longer, until both felt too tired to sleep. Tomorrow would be another day for both of them, tomorrow would let them be together at last.