A/N This is my first fic, so please be gentle. Also, the third song used is Kissing You by Desiree, and it would make a lot more sense if you've heard it, so I suggest you look it up. If not, that's cool too. K, I'm rambling now. Let's do this!
Closed off. Emotionless. Self sufficient in every way. Completely content in her solitude. These are things that may come to mind when people think of Beca Mitchell. And that's exactly how she likes it. She like it, because she believes these things herself... almost. Okay, so maybe she doesn't. But no one needs to know that. Why would they? Nothing will change, so being the stubborn person that she is, she hides behind that trademark smirk and endless sarcasm. Untouchable. Because to Beca, emotions usually end in pain. The happy endings that you see in movies don't exist in reality, which is why she hates watching them. Call her pessemistic, but her life experiences have proven that much. So she builds her walls around her heart so impossibly high and let's no one come close. Emotional and physical contact make her uncomfortable. The emotional side she understands. The physical? Well, she's not quite sure where that came from, but she's certainly not concerned as it helps keep people away. She's satisfied with this equation. All she needs is her music.
Cue Chloe Beale to flip everything upside down.
Chloe Beale is perhaps the polar opposite of Beca. Happy, optimistic, and all around positive. Chloe thrives off of physical contact and can insert herself into any situation and blend perfectly, no matter the group of people or subject matter.
I mean, who can say no to Chloe Beale, right?
Well, Beca sure did try at first. Especially when Chloe decided to take interest in her outside of rehearsal, much to both Beca and Aubrey's dismay. Why Chloe would want to hang out with the alt-girl was beyond her, but whatever.
The first few times, she threw out generic excuses that she always had on stand-by for occasions like these. She never thought she would ever use them though, because who would dare ask after seeing the verbal lashing that she gives everything, right?
It takes her a lot less time than she'd like to admit before she caves in to Chloe's attempts. Her excuse to herself is that how could she say no to that pleading expression and that pout that would melt your heart so fast that it puts puppies to shame? ... Melt your heart? Ew. That sounded so queer balls.
And so begins the assault on the DJs walls and heart. What's worse is that Chloe has no idea. Actually, neither does Beca at first.
"Hey, Becs?" Chloe asked hesitantly one afternoon.
Chloe had convinced Beca to come over so that they could study together. Not that she really had to do much convincing. Beca found herself agreeing immediately. After the last few months of Chloe's relentless pestering that she needed her "Beca Time" (whatever that meant), the girl had gotten used to the redhead's constant presence; even enjoying it. Maybe even missing her when she's not around. Maybe.
This "studying", of course, ended in epic failure as Chloe ended up watching TV and Beca ended up working on a mix.
"Hmm?" The younger girl replied, not bothering to look up from her laptop.
"Would you... maybe let me hear one of your mixes?"
That caught the DJ's attention. Since Beca had told Chloe that she didn't let anyone listen to her music a few weeks after they started hanging out, Chloe took that information and never asked again. She didn't push Beca on the subject. Actually, she never pushed Beca on any subject that she wasn't comfortable talking about, which the brunette greatly appreciated.
When she was met with silence, Chloe continued.
"I know you don't let anyone hear them, but I'm curious. I want to get to know that side of you."
Warning bell. This action would mean opening up just a little more and showing a part of Beca that she's allowed no one to see before, even if it seems small.
Chloe's choice of words, "get to know that side of you", shows that Chloe knew this as well.
Before she even knew what she was saying, she heard the words "Come here" leave her own mouth.
The smile that graces Chloe's features may or may not have made Beca's heart flutter. She ignored it.
Chloe rolled over to her from where she was sitting on the opposite side of the bed.
She didn't stand up and walk; no. She rolled. The action was so ridiculous (and okay, super adorable) that Beca could't help the giggle that fell from her mouth. The redhead looked at her, eyebrow raised, while Beca tried and failed at keeping herself from blushing. Of course, Chloe Beale would be the only one to be able to get Beca to "giggle". But, instead of commenting, she turned her attention to the laptop.
"Well? What are you waiting for, DJ? Let's hear it!"
With a few swift clicks of her mouse, a mash up of "Waves" and "Lights" began to play over the speakers.
The way Chloe's face lit up was indescribable, and Beca couldn't help but smile as she watched her friend bob her head to the beat.
When the song faded out, Chloe linked their arms together and rested her head on Beca's shoulder, letting out a content sigh.
Beca tensed, but only momentarily. This is typical Chloe behavior, and after the initial shock, Beca usually found herself quite enjoying the closeness. Chloe's contact makes her feel warm and fuzzy. Warm and fuzzy? What even...?
She cleared her throat as though it would clear those unwanted feelings as well.
"Would you like to hear another?"
And so the rest of the afternoon is spent with Beca showing Chloe her mixes, and Chloe forcing cuddles.
Although on Beca's end, Chloe isn't forcing anything. Not that she would say that out loud.
She found herself sharing little facts about herself with the redhead. Her favorite bands, favorite foods. She even brought up how she and her mom used to love going star gazing together before she got sick, and that she misses it so much sometimes that she would just go alone.
This, in itself, was huge. Huge, because Beca had never talked about her mother. Chloe knew that she had passed away, but the brunette hadn't said much else aside from that.
As Beca smiles softly at the memory, Chloe catches her eye and gives her a signature Chloe Beale megawatt grin, and Beca can't help the way her small smile widens, because Chloe's smiles are infectious. She won't say it out loud (not any time soon anyway), but Beca actually kind of loves being so open with Chloe.
One topic that Beca Mitchell will not discuss is her relationship with her father. If anyone asked, she would retort with a remark more harsh than usual, even by her standards.
People learned very quickly that this subject is taboo, and leave it alone.
That left Beca to deal with her negative feelings alone and in her own way; and that is perfectly fine with her.
That is not perfectly fine with Chloe, but she knows not to push. She had faith that her best friend would open up to her eventually, and she would be patient until then.
One evening though, after a particularly nasty fight with her father, Beca intended to brew in her misery in her dorm, with nothing but her headphones and yeah, okay, a box of tissues. Not that she cared what her father thought. Nope. Not at all.
She saw her phone light up on her night stand and saw that she had a text.
Chloe: Hey you! I was wondering if I could stop by for a moment?
Beca frowned.
Beca: Sorry, Chlo. Tonight's not a good night. Are you okay though? Did you need something?
In all actuality, Chloe is the one person that she DID want to see right then. She kind of wished that the redhead would hold her and tell her that everything is okay. Shit. What was going on with her? Where the hell are all of these mushy Chloe related feelings coming from?
Another text notification interrupts her inner monologue.
Chloe: Well I'm kind of outside your door already. Are you really going to leave me out here?
Beca rolled her eyes but was secretly grateful as she got up to let Chloe in.
As soon as the door opened, she was engulfed in what she could only describe as a "tackle hug". She surprisingly allowed herself to take comfort in the embrace instead of try to pry the redhead off or feign discomfort.
"What's wrong, pint size?" Chloe teased.
Beca rolled her eyes at the nickname and deflected the question with practiced ease; answering as she pulled away from her best friend.
"There's nothing wrong. Why do you ask?"
Chloe quirked a brow and started to list on her fingers.
"One, you never turn down time with me, Mitchell. Oh, don't give me that look. You know it's true. Two, when I attack-hugged you, you didn't pretend like you hated it and try to squirm your way out; Three, you have all of the lights off, even your laptop, despite you being very much awake; Four, you look like someone just ran over your boards; and finally, your eyes are puffy and there are so many tissues on your bed that it looks like a fifteen year old boy has been in here watching porn." She smiled. "Now, I repeat. What's wrong, Becs?" Chloe finished as her face softened.
The concerned look on the Chloe's face completely broke Beca's reserve.
Surprising both of them, she pulled Chloe into another hug. It didn't take long for her to feel warm tears on her neck where the small brunette's face was nuzzled.
After a moment, Chloe pulled away and led them over to the bed. She sat down first and opened her arms.
Beca said nothing as she crawled into Chloe's embrace. She didn't think she had ever felt as safe as she did in that moment.
"Wana talk about it?" Chloe's voice softly carried over the silence.
"My dad-," was all Beca could get out before she got choked up again.
Chloe tightened her hold on the small, kissing the top of her head with a "Shh... It's okay."
And no, Beca does not talk about problems with her father to people. But she realized in that moment that with Chloe, she doesn't have to. The redhead would be there if she wants to talk, but she also wouldn't push her if she doesn't. Come to think of it, Chloe had always known how to read Beca that way. That's when she realized it. She was falling for her best friend. Or maybe she already knew. She had already broken all of her self-written "No emotion/Physical contact" laws when it came to Chloe.
Being in love with her best friend should have terrified her. But it didn't. She couldn't figure out why. She's the world's biggest pessimist. Why isn't she trying to jump ship?
Maybe it's because as the weeks went by, following that night, something had changed. Not drastically, but enough for Beca to notice.
Once she became more emotionally open with Chloe, physical contact seemed to follow close behind. Cuddling happened more often than not. When walking through campus, fingers were linked and their hands swung casually in the small amount of space they allowed between them. Even Aubrey had stopped her nagging about the two. And then there were Chloe's chaste kisses on Beca's cheek that made Beca feel like her heart was going to explode. If Chloe ever noticed the blush, she didn't comment.
Finals roll around and with that came Beca and Chloe stressing over books and studying endlessly.
The time they had become accustomed to spending together was cut down significantly during this time, and Beca was having "Chloe Withdrawals". She knew that her feelings had progressed past the point of return, but
she tried to deny that they ran so deeply. Who knows what Chloe thinks or feels? This thought kept Beca awake mosts nights. On the few others, she would fall asleep peacefully and dream of red hair and bright blue eyes.
Beca had just fallen asleep on one of those nights in which she stressed about her feelings when she was awoken by her phone blaring "Titanium".
She looked at the clock and saw that it was 2:20 in the morning. She picked up her phone.
"Chlo? Are you okay?" Beca attempted to say, but with her voice laced with sleep and her face half in a pillow, it probably didn't even sound like English.
"Becs!" The brunette flinched at the unnecessary volume and cheerful pitch coming from her phone. "Get up, Grumpy Butt! Get dressed, and come downstairs. I'm in the parking lot. Dress warm!"
Just as she was about to reply with an angry, "What the fuck, Chloe?" she realized that the senior had already ended the call.
She did as she was told, huffing angrily every few seconds.
Beca doesn't do spontaneity. And she sure as hell doesn't do spontaneity when it interrupts her sleep. So as she walked into the parking lot, she tried to keep the scowl on her face. She really did. But when she saw Chloe waiting by her car grinning at her, she couldn't help the smile that took over her features. Even in the dark, those bright cerulean eyes and million dollar smile shine so bright that it took her breath away. Seriously, when did she get so cheesy?
"Chlo-," she began, but stopped when the redhead basically squeezed the life out of her in a tight hug.
"Get in. Im taking you somewhere special." She ended the statement with a lingering kiss on Beca's cheek that made the girl's stomach do a flip and, as always, had the brunette blushing deeper than ever. So glad its dark.
When she inquired as to where they were going, Chloe only offered a "Hush" and a smile in return.
After that, the drive was spent in comfortable silence until Chloe pulled the car to a stop.
Beca looked around as she exited the car and couldn't figure out for the life of her where they were.
Chloe opened her trunk and pulled out a blanket without a word. She then linked her fingers with Beca's and began to drag her through a few trees.
The butterflies she gets every time Chloe holds her hand are unstoppable. And, as totally opposite of "bad ass" as it sounds, she wouldn't want to stop them. Ugh.
They came to a stop beside a gorgeous lake.
There were no lights around and it was a wonder how Chloe had led them here in the first place considering the darkness other than the light of the moon.
Chloe released Beca's hand and the brunette had to stop herself from whining at the loss of contact.
She watched as Chloe laid out the blanket and gestured for the younger girl to join her on it.
Beca complied and Chloe laid down on her back, facing the stars.
All at once, Beca understood what they were doing. But before she could say anything, Chloe spoke.
"I woke up around midnight and I wanted to see you," she admitted sheepishly. "I wanted to spend time with you, but there's not much that we can do in the middle of the night. But then I remembered that one afternoon when you first showed me your mixes. You told me that you used to stargaze with your mom. And that sometimes you miss it so much that you go alone. So I wanted to bring you here. I don't want you to star gaze alone. I know I'm not your mom, but I want to share this with you, Becs... if you'll let me?" she ended with a nervous smile.
Beca didn't notice the tears starting to form in her eyes. She didn't notice her breath start to waver. She didn't think of how pathetic it was that she would be affected by such a simple gesture as this.
What she did feel was the last of her walls crumbling.
What she did feel was the rest of the ice around her heart melting.
What she did feel was absolutely and completely in love with Chloe Beale.
Beca relaxed herself onto the blanket next to the redhead slowly, but much to Chloe's surprise (and somewhat Beca's as well), she curled herself into the taller girl's side.
And Chloe, not needing to be told, wrapped her arms around Beca.
And Beca felt so at home in Chloe's arms.
After a couple hours of talking and comfortable silence, the two decided that it had gotten unbearably cold and decided to head back to campus. Beca used the entire car ride back to try to make sense of what to do with her feelings, and Chloe, reading Beca as always, knew that the brunette was thinking hard about something, and let her have silence to process whatever was going on in her head. How does she always know?
Chloe walked her to her dorm, and after Beca had unlocked the door, they stood face to face, steel blue eyes meeting crystal blue. Beca's line of sight flicked down to Chloe's lips a few time, and this action did not go unnoticed by the redhead, who was the first to break the silence.
"Beca... I- Well..." her eyes glanced down at the other girl's mouth and back up to her eyes so quickly that Beca almost thought she had imagined it.
"I understand if the answer is no, but may I-,"
The rest of her sentence was cute off by Beca's lips softly pressed against her own. But before she had a chance to reciprocate, Beca pulled away. She looked absolutely terrified and about ready to bolt.
Looking down at her shoes, Beca whispered, "Please tell me that's what you were going to ask and that I haven't ruined everything we have?"
Chloe gently cupped Beca's cheek, and when the brunette looked up into those beautiful blue eyes that she loved, it was Chloe who closed the distance.
Both girls' eyes fluttered shut as Beca's hands came to rest on Chloe's waist while Chloe's arms found their way around Beca's neck.
The kiss was gentle and sweet, yet still filled with passion and a million other feelings and emotions that neither of them had ever felt before. Each stop, and subsequent renewing of the kiss got heavier each time.
It finally clicked in Beca's head that they were standing in the hallway making out, so she slowed the kiss down
and pulled away with a shy smile.
"Let's take this inside," she suggested before her eyes widened. "I didn't mean- not for- just- uh, hallway..."
she stuttered out embarassingly.
Chloe giggled and placed a final chaste kiss on Beca's lips before they headed inside.
Both girls were exhausted and Beca suggested that Chloe stay because she didn't want her driving so tired.
The two changed into something to sleep in and headed to bed, despite the fact that the sun was already rising.
Beca took the position of big spoon which amused Chloe to no end.
Pulling the taller girl closer into her, Beca placed a lingering kiss on the redhead's shoulder, eliciting a content sigh.
Silence overcame the couple, and just when Beca thought that Chloe had drifted off to sleep, she heard her soft voice.
"I've been waiting for that, y'know."
Feeling Beca's grip tighten, she turned around in her arms to face her.
"I would have waited forever for you."
She placed a soft kiss on Beca's lips. When she pulled away, there was an unreadable expression on the brunette's face and for some reason, Chloe started to panic.
"Bec? Did you- do you not wa-,"
She was again interrupted by the DJ, but this time with words.
"Chloe, I love you."
After a few seconds of unbearable silence, she's met, not with words, but full blown laughter in reply.
She felt her heart break and her stomach drop. She felt incredibly hurt by the older girl's actions. Did Chloe not acknowledge her feelings for Beca not even two minutes ago?
Seeing tears form in Beca's eyes, Chloe immediately sobered.
"No, Beca, Baby, don't cry," she said softly while brushing tears away with her thumbs.
"I was laughing because I've been in love with you since the first time you let me hear your mixes. I just never expected you to say it first. Especially since I've spent months hoping and waiting for you to give me any idea of what you felt for me. I was starting to think I'd never have a chance with you and that I'd have to start preparing for permanent residency in the friend zone, and then it's you who kissed me, and you who said 'I love you' first."
Beca exhales in relief as Chloe laughs again, leaning into the smaller girl for another kiss.
"You're something else, Mitchell," she mumbles against her lips.
"Yeah, apparently completely blind and a lot more emotionally stunted than I had originally believed," Beca replied indignantly.
Chloe just giggled and kissed her again. And again. And again. Man, this will never get old.
Beca moved her lips to Chloe's neck eliciting a small groan.
After allowing a few seconds of that, the older girl abruptly pulled away.
She smiled at Beca's pout, as obviously she was wanting to continue.
"Now, since that situation is handled, I'm exhausted. And although you're much better with your mouth than I had imagined, you won't be getting into my pants before taking me on a date."
Beca chuckled quietly.
"Well, how about we take that aspect of our relationship day by day and play it by ear? It'll happen when it happens. But I will gladly take you out. Tomorrow night?"
Chloe smiled and nodded before rotating back around in Beca's arms, snuggling her back into the brunette and immediately relaxing.
"I love you, Chlo," Beca said softly.
Chloe smiled. "I love you too, Beca."
"Also, you are telling Aubrey. I'd like to keep my life. And she likes you."
Chloe laughed and pulled Beca's arms tighter around herself. The other aca- captain was well aware of her feelings for Beca and her worries of unrequited love when it came to the DJ so telling her will be more of a relief than a confession.
It wasn't long after that the couple drifted into sleep, both with small smiles on their faces.
The next night, Chloe was standing in front of the mirror giving herself a final "do I look hot enough?" check. Not that she has anything to prove to Beca. The girl has seen her at her worst, but she still wants to look nice for her; for their first date.
Beca wouldn't tell her anything about their date other than to dress casually and dress warm. Chloe had decided on a red, long-sleeved button down, dark blue skinny jeans, and knee high boots.
There was a knock at the door and Chloe opened it to reveal Beca with a beaming smile on her face. She was wearing her usual skinny jeans and combat boots, but she opted for a black tank top under a fur lined white jacket.
"Are you ready to go?"
"Absolutely," Chloe replied as she grabbed her purse and keys from the side table next to the door.
After locking up, she turned to follow Beca and smiled when the girl immediately linked their fingers.
"Where are we going?" Chloe asked with barely contained excitement.
"You'll just have to see," the DJ smiled in return.
Chloe huffed in annoyance. She hated not knowing what they were going to be doing. Beca's grin just widened.
"You did the same exact thing to me, so you have no right to pout."
Of course, Chloe knew she was right, but rather than acknowledge that fact, she huffed again and continued to pout, which Beca found ridiculously adorable.
They walked along, chatting casually, and before Chloe realized the familiar path they were taking, Beca had stopped in front of the door to the auditorium where the Bellas rehearsed. Beca opened the door for her and Chloe walked into the dark hall after shooting the other girl a quizzical look.
But the moment she turned the corner from the hallway, she gasped.
In the middle of the stage, there was a candle-lit table set for two. An ice bucket sat on top, chilling what looked to be Chloe's favorite wine. The edges of the white table cloth were adorned with white lights that added softly to the glow of the candle light. It was beautiful.
Before Chloe could find anything to say, Beca was leading her over to the table. She pulled the redhead's chair out for her before taking her own seat across the table.
FInding her voice again, Chloe smiled, "What's on the menu?"
"Well, since I didn't tell you anything about our date, I wasn't sure how hungry you would or wouldn't be. So," Chloe laughed as Beca pulled a bag seemingly out of nowhere. "I have basically anything from your favorite candy to your favorite snacks and even lasagna. Take your pick," Beca finished with a smile as Chloe just looked at her incredulously.
After a soft kiss while toasting to their new relationship (it was, indeed, Chloe's favorite wine), they decided to have a little bit of everything. They bantered and talked about anything and everything that came to mind. When they finished their food, Chloe looked over at Beca with pure adoration shining in her eyes.
"Thank you, baby. I love just spending time with you. And I love finally being able to kiss you and tell you that I love you whenever I want now." She took Beca's hand across the table and entwined their fingers, smiling when Beca lifted their joined hands and kissed the back of hers gently. "Tonight was perfect." she finished.
Beca stood unexpectedly and led Chloe over to the piano.
"It's not done yet," she grinned. "I have one last thing. A song that I want to sing to you."
Chloe nodded and Beca ran her hands along the keys gently, finding the correct note, and began to play.
Immediately, Chloe knew the song. Watching Beca play the first few notes, she didn't think that she could ever be any more in love with the girl at the piano than she was right now.
She was proven wrong the moment she heard the DJ begin to sing.
Pride can stand
A thousand trials
The strong will never fall
But watching stars without you
My soul cries
Heaving heart is full of pain
Oh, oh, the aching
'Cause I'm kissing you, oh
I'm kissing you
The small brunette took the lyrics' melody an octive higher above the original to comfortably fit her range, and to Chloe it was perfection. She felt her chest tighten and tears form in her eyes. The lyrics fit them so well.
Beca kept her eyes locked on Chloe's as she continued.
Touch me deep
Pure and true
Gift to me forever
'Cause I'm kissing you, oh
I'm kissing you, oh
Beca broke eye contact for the instrumental break, playing the beautiful notes expertly and with such finesse.
Chloe was absolutely mezmerized.
Blue eyes locked again as Beca sang the last lines of the song, trying to convey her feelings and emotions to Chloe as best as she could. Show her how in love with her she is. How much she needs her. Show her the affect that she had on her heart; her soul. Romance had never before been as beautiful as this moment for either of them.
How had they taken so long to realize that this was what they were meant to be? That they were made for each other, and each other only? There would be no one else more perfect for them than the other.
The final notes faded into silence, and neither of them moved.
Chloe allowed one tear to fall and that seemed to snap Beca out of the loving gaze they were holding, if only for a moment.
She walked over to Chloe and cupping her face in both hands, brushed away the few tears with her thumbs, before dropping her right hand to rest on the taller girl's shoulder, keeping the other softly on the redhead's cheek. Chloe nuzzled herself into the gentle caress of Beca's left hand lovingly.
"You're so beautiful, Chloe." she whispered before pulling the girl into the sweetest, most affectionate kiss filled with reverence and pure love.
Chloe's heart was hammering and her emotions were set into overdrive. She had never felt so loved and cherished in her life. She was beginning to see, just in these short moments, how deeply Beca's love ran for her. She would have never thought that Beca Mitchell, of all people, could be this romantic. Even if she wasn't, Chloe would still feel the same way; romance isn't what she fell in love with when it came to Beca. But here they were, and Chloe was memorizing every moment of it, never wanting it to end.
"I love you so much, Mitchell. That was beautiful." she breathed as she broke the kiss.
"Not as beautiful as you." Beca returned with a cheeky grin.
Chloe rolled her eyes at the oh-so-very-cliche and cheesy remark before leaning in again. Beca's kisses are like a drug to her, and she doesn't think she'll ever be able to get enough.
"I am so hopelessly in love with you, Chloe Beale. And it feels so good to finally be able to say that out loud."
"Well, I can promise that I will never get tired of hearing it," Chloe quipped. "And I'll always return the sentiment."
"Even after fifteen years of wanting to bash my head into a wall 50% of the time?" Beca challenged. "Because I hope you know, I'll still be around. I'm in this for the long haul, my dear." she smiled.
"I wouldn't have it any other way, Babe. You're everything I'll ever need." She paused before adding "We must be the biggest idiots in the world. We should have done this months ago." she laughed.
Beca just smirked and pulled her closer, resting her forehead against Chloe's.
"Let's go home."
Back at Chloe's, the couple finds themselves in bed together almost immediately.
Despite neither of them wanting to rush things, there was no stopping this. Not with the night they just had together. This was right.
It wasn't rushed. It wasn't a rough or carnal act. It wasn't just sex.
They took their time. They were gentle and devotedly passionate. They made love.
Some people would think that it would be too early in the relationship to understand the distinct difference in definition between those two affairs; too early to know which of the two categories their current actions are falling into.
But for Beca and Chloe, they're just catching up with their hearts. They are finally able to share their love and emotions freely, and making love is just another way of expressing what they've felt for so long. That this, them being together, is so so right.
Hours later, as they enjoy just lying in each other's arms, Beca can't help but think:
Closed off. Emotionless. Self sufficient. Content in solitude. Untouchable.
She smiles. She's the exact opposite now because of the beautiful redhead she's curled up with.
From now on, she'll talk openly. She'll be full of emotion at any given time. She'll no longer be afraid to ask for help; to let Chloe take care of her when needed. She can't imagine being alone anymore; being without Chloe.
And as for untouchable? Well, she just snuggles impossibly closer to her love, placing her head on Chloe's chest and letting the redhead's steady heartbeat relax and lull her.
As time goes on, things will get easier with other people as well.
Beca turns her head for a moment and places a kiss above Chloe's heart before lying her head back down into
its previous position. She feels Chloe's arms fold around her more securely following the small action an she smiles.
"I love you, Chlo."
"I love you too, Beca."
And maybe happy endings do exist. Because they most definitely got theirs. Cheesy fucker.
FIN
Songs are Lights by Ellie Goulding, Waves by Mr. Probz, and Kissing You by Desiree from the Romeo + Juliet soundtrack.
Thanks for reading!
