3:04 AM.
Beca stares at the bright red numbers on her alarm clock for a few moments before rolling over onto her back and sighing.
She should not be awake at this time.
This was not a time that anyone should be awake, really.
So why was she awake?
Oh, right.
Chloe.
She had been laying in bed for hours, tossing and turning, thinking about her best friend.
Her beautiful best friend, who means much more to her than a friend should.
Beca isn't sure why she hadn't noticed that sooner.
Of course, she's always been pretty oblivious to any sort of feelings, both her own and those of others.
It's not that surprising, really, now that she thinks about it.
After all, she hadn't noticed Jesse's feelings until they had gotten in a huge fight. She also hadn't noticed when they drifted apart completely. They had broken up a while ago, but honestly, neither had been too upset. The friendship they shared had always been much better, and much easier, than the relationship they had tried to force.
Beca knows that what she feels toward Chloe is much more than platonic, and it is much stronger than anything she has ever felt toward anyone in the past.
That's what is so confusing about the whole ordeal.
If she felt like this about Chloe, why hadn't she known? Why hadn't she said anything?
It wasn't a new feeling.
She can't count the number of times that Chloe has given her that, then indescribable, feeling of belonging, of being loved.
So what is she doing here, in LA, thousands of miles away from Chloe?
That was another question that she just couldn't seem to answer.
3:23 AM.
Beca groans and throws the blankets off her bed onto the cold wooden floor of her apartment.
It's almost 6:30 AM in Atlanta, where Chloe is.
She wants to call.
She would be awake at this time. Beca knows Chloe's schedule by heart. She wakes up at 6, drinks a cup of coffee, takes a shower, dances around her room, gets dressed, puts on makeup, dances some more, fills her coffee cup back up, then leaves for school at exactly 7:15, one hour before her first music class arrives.
But, if she were to call Chloe, she would need words to say.
That is another issue in itself.
She doesn't know how to accurately put her feelings into words.
It has been keeping her awake for weeks now.
She lays there silently for a while longer, internally debating calling Chloe or taking some sleep aid medicine to catch a few hours before she has to wake up for work.
Then her phone rings.
She knows who it is immediately.
Granted, it's Chloe's chosen ringtone. She had picked Titanium, of course.
Beca reaches over and picks up her phone, squinting as she presses the green button.
"Hello?"
"Beca? I didn't think you would answer, I was just going to leave a voicemail.. Why on earth are you awake at this time?"
"Well, talkative redheads call me at this time, apparently, so I make sure I stay awake so I can talk to them."
Chloe laughs. "Whatever, you love it."
And she does.