A/N: Since I couldn't give you guys a sequel, I came up with this brilliant idea. So, this is a new series that is a continuation from my story, 2000 Miles and is dedicated to a bunch of oneshots that these girls face later on in their relationships. No angst, no drama, no rough emotions whirled up for you guys. Just pure sweetness and funny stories that I want to write about, full of endless Bechloe and Staubrey prompts that will inflate your hearts to the max :)
Chapter Summary: That one time Beca flies to LA and her and Stacie get drunk, switch phones and read each other's text message sent to their girlfriends.
Time Setting: Two years later after Beca moved in with Chloe, one month post 2000 Miles, pre wedding.
Rating: Mostly T, but conversations get very mature. Small mention of drugs, as well
(I DO NOT OWN PITCH PERFECT, NOR THE SONGS MENTIONED)
2000 Oneshots: Our Girlfriends are Freaks
Friday, March 17 2019 3:45 PM
B: Hey babe I made it.
C: Goood! :)
C: How was the flight? I had an unsettling feeling in my tummy all day thinking about you flying in rough weather :(
B: Not saying it was a smooth flight, because it wasn't, but a hell of a lot better than I thought it was going to be.
B: Going through Colorado was the worse with the heavy rain going on there. Hit turbulence so bad that I thought I was going to barf
C: My poor baby :(
C: How does your stomach feel now?
B: Eh, alright.
B: Once I get my bags, I'm going to stop by Starbucks and get a coffee, maybe a pastry if they look good.
C: Oh Starbucks sounds auhmazzzinnngg right now. Oh! Even a cake pop! Yum!
B: Of course YOU would like the sweetest fucking thing on that menu. The one bite I had of yours that one day gave me instant diabetes
C: They're so good, babe!
B: My cookies are a lot better…
C: Very true!
C: So are your snicker brownies
C: And those raspberry cream cheese rolls you made for Christmas...and that grinch hot chocolate!
C: OH MY GOD AND THOSE COOKIE DOUGH BARS!
B: Haha fell down a deep dark hole, babe
B: But thanks :-) I love that you have the biggest sweet tooth known to man. It makes apologizing a lot more easier if I can just make you a pan of brownies ;)
C: First, you don't have to apologize often ;) and second, of course I have a sweet tooth because my girlfriend happens to be the sweetest on the shelf ;)
C: I'm so glad I'm marrying such a great baker. What did I do to deserve a winner like you?
B: Your impressive skills in bed are a good start ;-)
B: Also, I love baking for you :-) I love it even more when you try to help, then ask for permission with everything you do because you think you might mess it up. So fucking adorable.
C: Ever since I put cumin in the mixing pot instead of cinnamon when we were baking that cinnamon apple crumb cake, I'll always be cautious! They tasted awful and it was all my fault! :(
B: Haha!
B: That was hilarious. You were so upset the rest of the night. I still don't understand how you didn't smell it.
C: I was hormonal because my ovaries felt like they were going to burst and I was craving something sweet and cinnamony the whole day
B: I re-made them for you ;-)
C: Yes you did and I love you for that :)
C: Ugh, talking about all your treats you make for home makes me miss you even more :(
B: Wow! I see how it is, Beale.
B: Sure you're not only marrying me because I'm a master chef in the kitchen? ;-)
C: I mean…don't forget the stacks of cash that comes with your name ;)
C: I thought I told you-you are my sugar daddy ;)
B: And here I thought you loved me for me :-(
C: Nope!
C: Just your money, food, desserts, and mouth ;)
B: Shut up! Haha
*New Text Message From Stacie Conrad*
S: My little munchkin! Where are you? I'm sitting at this fancy area in LAX's pickup.
B: Stop calling me that -_-
B: I literally just landed. I'm waiting for my bag then going to Starbucks.
B: Unless you wanna take me there?
B: And maybe pay for my drink? ;-)
S: You're such a mooch!
S: You, Grammy winner and today's hottest music producer should pay for MY iced, skinny vanilla latte!
B: But I'm the guest :-(
S: Fuck you, no!
S: I'll take you to get some coffee, but bitch you're buying my drink…
S: Love you and can't wait to see your gorgeous face! :) xoxo
B: Ha whatever nerd. Be out soon.
*2 New Messages From Chloe Beale*
C: I'm just kidding, baby. I love you :) All those other things are just pluses :)
C: I'm sad I wasn't able to get the time off to fly to California with you!
B: I love you too
B: It's okay. You had work and recitals to cover for school. Plus, we are going to Cancun for spring break :-D
C: I'm so excited! A whole week in paradise with the love of my life while she wears a skimpy bikini all day?*swoon* am I dreaming?
B: I ask myself that same question every morning when I wake up to your drooling, gorgeous face ;-)
C: It's my retainer! I can't help it :(
C: Also, you have no room to talk Mrs, I-Snore-Like-A-Bulldog ;)
B: I fucking love it. Your lisp is the best.
B: Next time we have sex, think you can keep that bad boy in?
B: And I think you're lying. I don't snore.
C: Lol! No Beca! I will not have sex with you while I have my retainer in my mouth. It already docks off major sexy points when I have it in.
C: And yes you snore! One night, I woke up from a dead sleep because I thought a grown man was asleep in our bed. I almost had to grab my emergency keychain pepper spray because I was so scared. Then I saw it was only my adorable, five foot girlfriend basically in a sleep coma ;)
B: No way! You totally gain points. Add a face free of make up, those reading glasses, your ugly grey sweatpants and that Barden crewneck sweater and DAMN. I scored me a real hot one ;-)
B: Shut up I'm five two! And I still don't believe you.
Shoving away her cell phone for now, Beca retrieves her bag from baggage claim and starts her process of leaving the airport. Duffle bag hooked over her shoulder, glasses on and hood from her jacket pulled up and over her head to camouflage into the rest of the crowd, Beca walks out of the revolving doors, stopping in place when the car she is looking for is MIA.
Then, a memory sparks up in her head about a certain conversation and Instagram photo of a devastating farewell pic of Bruce, Stacie's old SUV, who died a horrid death due to the massive amount of miles driven. Pulling out her phone from her jacket pocket again, she turns it on and searches for Stacie's contact name, then, types in a quick message to send.
Friday March 17th, 4:03 PM
B: Hi. Awkwardly standing outside like a loser because I forgot to ask what kind of new car you drive.
S: I see you!
Just as Beca reads the message to herself, a series of nonstopping, obnoxious honks are filling the peaceful, yet panicked airport aroma and she doesn't even have to tear her eyes away from the phone, look at where the sounds are coming from to already know who this jack ass could be. And never more right, Stacie pulls up closer curbside to where she is standing, driving a brand new, dark blue Hummer H3 and gushing a mouthful of absolute nonsense out the rolled down window.
Beca averts her attention as best as she could; people around the airport, despite how busy, or how late they were for their flight still couldn't ignore the high pitched squeals coming from her general direction, which also happens to turn out that it's Stacie who is creating them.
Before she knows it and way before she could even brace herself, Stacie teleports from out of the truck, swooping all of what her tiny frame consists of and swings her side to side in a the tightest bear hug possible, just like a freaking rag doll.
"I've missed you so much!"
Beca this time can't respond with anything because one of Stacie's jumbo breasts is shoved directly into her windpipe, blocking all the air and all the words she tries to form from coming out. After a few grunts and strangled squeaks to let go, Stacie's violent swings involved in one of her infamous hugs stops and she easily drops Beca back down to the ground.
Blowing away all the hair now blanketed over her face and mouth, quickly throwing her hood back up over her head before her cover is blown with the attention Stacie has drawn, Beca huffs out annoyed, "dude, you literally just saw me like...a month ago."
"And I've missed you every day since, munchkin," comes Stacie's nonchalant response as she slides right back into Beca's personal space and in for a much calmer hug than previous.
Minus the warm and very loud welcoming back into Los Angeles that Stacie has just greeted her with, Beca has missed her best friend greatly. Moving to Georgia and starting a new chapter in her life with Chloe has hands down been the best decision she has ever made and under no circumstances would she ever want to go back and change that decision. However, it didn't mean that leaving Stacie wasn't easy. Actually, it was the hardest thing Beca has ever had to do, and that's even two years later.
Ask Beca how she felt a month into not living in the same house as Stacie and she would tell you straight up that it felt like half her heart was missing, lost somewhere in California while she was living on the way other side of the country.
That being said, every time they have a little reunion when someone decides to take a spur of a trip down, or up to visit, it's a very special moment for the both of them, even if Beca has her usual grumpy, irritated with the whole world scowl on her face the entire time she's wrapped up like a cocoon in every single limb on Stacie's body.
She won't admit it out loud, but she secretly loves Stacie's hugs; they're very different from the ones she gets from Chloe. Stronger, more aggressive in a way, but nonetheless still warm and comfy. Probably because she's a Goddamn amazon woman with her freakish height.
Retracting her body back from the little moment they both had just soaking in each other's embrace, Beca notices a different look to Stacie's profile. Her hair, instead of the usual dark chocolate brown color Beca has been familiar with all her life is replaced with a lighter color-almost red even, along with some blonde pieces fading towards the ends, which have also gotten a little bit longer in length.
"Nice hair, bud," Beca compliments, using both hands to pull at pieces of Stacie's semi curled hair in every crazy direction possible, highly fascinated and kind of like a child would do to their mom. "What is this? A red look you're going for? Ginger? Trying to copy my girlfriend or what?"
Stacie swats Beca's hands away from her head, only for them to come picking right back at her hair again almost immediately, like annoying crab claws. "It's called ombré, Bec." Slapping Beca's hands away more forcefully this time, "and not red, more like strawberry blonde."
"You look so different!" Beca gasps as she gets a full front image of her new and transformed best friend. The only thing that hasn't changed is her monster size of legs and how she could pull off any hair color and still look hot as shit. "Wow! I'm amazed, truly. Hollywood has seriously shaped you up."
Stacie does a quick little pose, flipping her hair side to side model like while Beca falls on one knee to get the perfect view, pretends to be holding a large camera in her hands that she moves up to eye level and snaps a few photos. Enjoying the imaginary photoshoot for a bit, Stacie sobers, and nods her head over to the vehicle. "Shut up and get in the car."
"Definitely not a car," Beca snorts a laugh, tugging her bags to the trunk before placing them inside. A car is tiny, this beast of a square is a truck. A fucking tank, correction. It's like Bruce hardcore popped some steroids." She looks all around in Stacie's new car, examining how nice and neat everything looks and how it still has that new car smell.
"I'm going to be real with you for a second, I'm a tall girl-"
"No shit, giraffe legs," Beca interrupts, sitting properly inside the hummer and missing the nasty scowl and eye roll she got from Stacie when saying this.
"Anyways." Turning the keys to start the ignition, Stacie backs up from her parallel parking job and merges into the oncoming traffic. "I'm a tall girl and so is Aubrey, in a way. So, I needed to invest in a truck that was big enough for the two of us if we planned on having spontaneous, spur of the moment car sex."
Beca is completely taken blindsided with this comment as she was expecting something totally different and something that hinted zero sexual innuendo. But then again, it's Stacie who she's talking to, who lacks a filter and can't leave a conversation without saying at least one thing sexual.
A shock panic flashes through Beca's eyes once she fully processes everything; the new truck, Stacie wanting a big enough vehicle to fuck her girlfriend in while also still being comfy. "Please...for the love of God, tell me that you two haven't had sex in the seat I'm currently sitting in and if you have, please tell me you steamed, washed and vacuumed the seats?"
The guilty look Stacie flashes Beca is enough confirmation to cause her to shoot up from the seat, scan the material from any stains, or whatever nastiness she may have just been sitting in and seeing this all unfolds causes Stacie to break, throwing her head back laughing in the driver's seat.
"You're such a bitch," Beca mutters under her breath when it's obvious that Stacie is just pushing her buttons like she always does and how she was gullible enough to believe her. She sits back down in the seat, slowly regaining her previous position back to normal while crossing her arms above her chest, highly unamused.
Stacie sobers from her laughs, poking Beca in the ribs to get her to ease up and take a joke. "If we were talking about my seat, then the answer would've been yes...multiple times in fact."
Gross. "And you call Chloe and I bunny rabbits who can't control their hormones. You and Aubrey are ten times worse."
"I wonder which one of us has the most sex." Stacie's entire body lights up at the possibility of where this conversation is heading. Beca, on the other hand, holds her breath, really not wanting to hear what's next to come flying out of her friend's mouth. "How often do the two of you have sex?"
"Stacie," Beca whines like a child; she's all for bragging to her inner self about how much her and Chloe go at it and honestly, their sex life, now that they live together and have been living together for a while has never been healthier. But talking about sex out loud still irks her a bit, even if it's just Stacie who she's talking to. "Why does it matter?"
Not easing up off this conversation easy, "Babe, we are bonding! Having girl talk! Catching up for lost time!" Stacie counters with a flail to her hand that isn't operating the steering wheel, listing off some pretty reasonable excuses for wanting to know about Chloe and Beca's sex life. "Best friends talk about this stuff all the time! Live a little and open yourself up to me!"
Somethings in life are meant to be private for a reason. For example, sex, or anything mature that happens in the bedroom between two people in a relationship. There's also some things in life that Stacie just can't seem to get by her deluded mindset and realize they shouldn't be talked about with other people out loud and knowing this, Beca should've expected the inevitable fight with this conversation and how Stacie wouldn't let up until she has won.
"Fine!" Seeing really no way out of this conversation for once in her life since usually in the past, she'd book it to her room and lock herself inside until Stacie gradually forgot about the conversation, but now that she is roomless, locked in a car with the culprit who is death staring her for answers, she might as well spill. Plus, it's just Stacie and it's someone who she feels comfortable with and tells everything to anyways, except the whole sex portion, that is. Bobbing her head side to side in deep thought, "probably, like, three to four times a week. Some days...multiple times."
Stacie's jaws hangs slack and her eyebrows shoot up pass her hairline at this and Beca actually impresses herself when she thinks about the amount of times her and Chloe do the dirty. Maybe Stacie is right and they were animals. "You sly dog!" Then the look of proudness washes over Stacie's features and Beca can't help but shake her head with a chuckle. Stacie is one of a kind, that's for sure. "Aubrey and I are around the same ballpark as an estimate. Would be a lot more if we weren't so crammed with school, but even then, we make time for each other."
"Well duh, she's living with someone would should've majored in sex Ed and is a hidden succubus." Beca snorts a laugh all while Stacie nods her head agreeing. No arguing there because Beca knows she is right.
Stacie Conrad has one emotion that is constant, and that emotion is horny.
All the fucking time
"Actually and you won't believe me when I say it, but Aubrey is the one who initiates most of the sex."
This is more than a little hard to believe. Stickler Aubrey, who is constantly stressed about school and life, hardly ever lets her hair down and is a complete control freak? Did Stacie get a new girlfriend and forget to mention about it to Beca? No way in Hell can Beca picture Aubrey being the one in the relationship who wants the most sex. That's like imagining pigs flying; it's just not possible.
"I'm serious, asshole!" Stacie says while sending a single punch to Beca's arm. She must've seen the skeptical look on Beca's features as she tried her hardest to imagine Aubrey being the hornier one out of her and Stacie. "She's a freak! All that bottled up stress and tension, she has to get rid of it somehow and what better way to do it than burn it off in the sheets, especially when she has a girlfriend as hot as moi."
Beca rolls her eyes at Stacie gloating herself, which she can't even argue. Even Aubrey is very attractive is her own gross, bossy way. Chloe and her have these types of conversations about this all the time and how together, Stacie and Aubrey, if scientifically possible, would make the hottest kid. "I guess it's kinda the same with Chloe and I. Out of us two, who do you think wants the most sex in the relationship?"
Overconfident with her answer and doesn't waste a single second before answering, "Chloe, for sure. Redheads are secret freaks too. " Expecting this answer, Beca shakes her head, forming a smug smirk on her face that is enough to tell Stacie she is way wrong. "You?!" Stacie screeches, turning her head to look away from the road and directly at Beca (which is fine because they're stuck in traffic. Yay to being back in California where this is normal).
Beca holds her hands up in defense while mouthing a not so innocent "guilty," and then laughs at Stacie's look a pure shock that's stuck to her face like super glue. "My girlfriend is hot! Can you blame me?"
"Wow," Stacie breathes, shaking her head in disbelief. "I'm truly shooked hearing this, Mitchell. You were so...awkward when sex was brought up before." Little does Stacie know that this is still a real thing. Only thing that's different is it takes her a while to warm up before it just becomes comfortable to talk about. "What's your favorite type of sex with Chloe?"
"What do you mean?" Beca arches a brow, not fully understanding.
"I mean, like, morning sex, shower sex, angry sex, make up sex, having toys involved sex, role playing sex," Stacie lists and Beca's sure she could've gone on longer than where she stopped her from continuing, already getting her drift and knew by any more it was heading for dangerous territory.
"Honestly, all of them are mind blowing and since we hardly ever fight, so make up sex and angry sex are automatically disqualified and role playing is… not us and though including toys are fun, but not my favorite, I'd have to say morning sex," Beca admits after processing all of that. It's weird how comfortable she feels saying all of this personal stuff to Stacie. Never would she have thought that talking about sex so freely would be something she'd enjoy so much. "Something about waking up to the most beautiful thing on this Earth gets me going, plus her raspy sleep voice is super sexy."
"Ooohh, morning sex is good, I must admit. My favorite, however, has to be shower sex, or the whole toys deal. We recently got a strap on, her brilliant idea, and we decided to watch some porn while we fuck each other-"
"Oh my God." Okay, Beca may be more open to talk about these things with Stacie, her best friend, but the thought of Aubrey engaging in any sexual activity makes her so uncomfortable and creeps her the fuck out. There's a line drawn regarding this conversation and Stacie fucking flew over it. For her personal sanity, she still tries to convince herself that Aubrey is a virgin, just to erase the scarring images of Aubrey getting it on with her best friend.
Beca profusely shakes her head back and forth, trying to get rid of the poisonous images. "Stop right there. Don't need to hear the details."
"But, Becs, it's so hot the way she-"
"So anywho!"Beca abruptly clears her throat, drilling her attention out the window and directly on the lines of traffic joining them on the highway.
Stacie shrugs innocently, but Beca appreciates that she doesn't try to push the conversation any further and accepts her blatant way of hastily changing the subject. Any more torturing and Beca would explode with uncomfortable prickles.
"I'm going to text Chloe real quick," Beca announces, pulling out her phone and scrolls down her messages to find her girlfriend's contact name.
"Tell the fiancée I said hi!" Stacie gushes with a dopey, toothy smile that is twice the size of her face and at first, Beca didn't understand what she was saying. Then it clicks when she puts two and two together and realizes that marrying Chloe is a legit thing now.
It's not so much frequent as it was the days after proposing, but still, it takes her for a loop that she actually gets to marry Chloe when December comes around. Who would've thought that she'd score herself such a rare gem.
Friday March 17th, 4:30 PM
B: Hey baby, here with Stacie. She says hi, by the way.
C: Aw! Tell her I said hi too! :)
C: How is she?! I haven't seen her since the trip we took last year during Halloween again to see them!
B: She's good. Changed up the hair color, bought a new impressive truck.
B: Seems to be doing well. Haven't seen the new house yet though.
C: I did see a post on instagram and her hair looked way lighter, but I was too focused on how cute of a photo it was of her and Aubrey. They're so precious :D
B: I beg to differ
B: We are WAY cuter ;-)
C: That, we are babe :)
C: Miss you already :)
B: Miss you too
B: School and everything was good today?
C: Yep! My students are already asking when my fiancee is going to come and visit ;)
C: Got quite the fanbase, babe.
B: Tell them hopefully soon! I'm messing around with some mash ups for Alex Aiono and William Singe, so work wise I shouldn't be that busy.
C: Did they ask you for some help? Aren't they YouTube stars?
B: Yeah they did and are. I'm kinda hanging low on taking up albums because one more year and my big project with Emily will start, which she has already written a kick ass song called "Starving" that I've already done some dabbles to. Plus, I have the book to write, so I don't want to get ahead of myself and take on more than I can handle.
B: This mashup is going to be sick tho! Black Beatles, Confessions and No problem are being sung together.
C: Any mash up with Usher is a definite hit!
C: And anything created by you is even better! How exciting!
C: Can I get a preview with you singing them? ;)
B: Mmmm maybe ;-)
B: I'll sing if you give me a strip tease
C: You love when I dance for you, huh?
B: Fuck yes.
B: You're a damn good dancer and your hips….GOOD LORD the way you move your hips is sinful
C: Well then you have yourself a deal m'lady ;)
A static, preppy voice appears in the air, "Welcome to Starbucks! My name is Christine, what can I get started for yah?" The overly elated voice rings through Stacie's car, startling Beca that they have made it to Starbucks so fast.
"Pumpkin spice," Beca says quickly when Stacie is caught waiting for her order to give to the barista.
"Um...what?" Stacie tones screams surprised by the request and the only thing Beca can do is shrug her shoulders, brushing it off.
Chloe brought one home one day after work and let her have a sip because she wouldn't stop bagging on the drink and how it's so basic and complicated. Also, way more expensive. After that one little sip, it's became Beca's constant order whenever she went to Starbucks on the way to work. It's not only surprisingly delicious, but also it reminded her of Chloe and the smell of home back down in Georgia.
"Oh! And get me a scone." Beca adds, remembering that she should eat something after that wild flight she just had. It took a while for her stomach to settle, but now, and getting a look at all the cute little pasty items on the menu are making her hungry for a snack.
Stacie allows the abnormal request in coffee choice, but not without a black, deadpanned facial expression and gives the girl on the speaker their order. Beca listens to everything for a while, hearing the order's total and falls back into texting Chloe after catching how much it was going to cost.
Not that it really mattered because not trying to toot her own horn, but still tooting her own horn in a way, this new job, record sales for her album, along with Diplo's were inflating her debit card and wallet to maximum capacity.
B: What are your plans for tonight?
C: Well I just warmed up some leftovers from dinner last night and now I'm watching the bachelor with Tank and Buttercup :)
C: Maybe make some sweet tea :)
B: :-(
B: I'm missing our bachelor night.
C: Don't worry, I'm DVRing it for you so we can watch it the day you come back :)
B: God, you're so good to me.
B: I fucking love you
C: And I love you more :)
All of a sudden, Beca's phone is smacked out of her hand, dropping into the floor where her feet are at and is replaced with "gimme fingers" that belong to Stacie. "Okay love bird, give me your debit card."
Beca rolls her eyes but obliges, reaching into the back pocket of her jeans and pulls out her debit card before dropping into Stacie's hand.
Stacie flashes a wide smile with appreciative "thanks" and gives the cashier the metallic card, but not without her squealing out the window when she realizes who it is exactly sitting in the passenger seat.
"You're Beca Mitchell!" The cashier, who is practically buzzing with excitement whispers this quiet loudly out the window and Beca is thanking this girl greatly for not making a big scene about it. "I love your music! How's Chloe?" The cashier asks this question out of the blue, but also seems genuinely curious on how her wife to be is doing.
"Awh thanks. She's really good. Enjoying her teaching life back in Georgia while also whipping me into shape." Beca replies with half the size smile this girl is sporting on her face, which is honestly pretty damn impressive because the corners of her mouth basically touch her ears. This had to be the best thing about her fans; they always asked about her relationship with Chloe first before diving head on into the questions whether she'd sign this, or take a picture with them, or please say this in my Snapchat video. With this, it actually seemed like they cared about her personal life rather than just the title of being considered a well known celebrity.
Beca offers to sign something of hers, which the first thing she grabs is her Starbucks apron and it makes her laugh. She has signed a lot of strange things over the past couple years, but this one had to be the funniest.
"She was adorable," Stacie comments when pulling away from the drive through, stabbing a straw through her venti iced coffee and taking a sip. "Pretty sure you made that girl's whole year."
Beca shrugs, taking a cautious sip of her drink and moaning when the taste of a perfectly made pumpkin spice coffee hits her tastebuds. Ripping off the corner piece of her blueberry, cream cheese scone, she shoves it in her mouth. "Music?" She asks with a mouthful, reaching to turn on the personal, customized multi colored radio that Stacie had installed, but not prepared for the eruption of bass to shake the entire truck when The Weeknds' "Party Monster" blares through the speakers.
Swallowing the lump of food down,"Subs?!" Beca exclaims over the music and throbbing bass that she feels inside booming her skull. It reminds her of being back in the club, or working late at the studio with Selena and Diplo, all the memories from Atlantic hitting her at once and she's so ecstatic she could scream.
Stacie, for the sake of her vocal cords, turns down the music so she could hear everything without having to yell it over the music. "We all know you're a bass head," Stacie says, smirking when Beca knows damn right her label fits her perfectly. "Diplo actually installed them for me. Aubrey says she loves it because of the way her body vibrates, more specifically her lady region." Over her shoulder, she shoots a suggestive wink; Beca tries not to allow her cringe to come out all that obvious but it's hard to do so when she is sitting in the exact seat that Aubrey has been turned on in.
Using everything in her willpower to shake that off though, Beca turns the music back up, feeling more at home and glad to be back in California with her best friend by her side.
Friday, March 17 6:34 PM
C: Babe! I just got your picture message. Sparky is SO cute!
C: And that little green sweater!
B: What about me? :-(
B: I'm cuter right?
The picture Beca sent to Chloe once bursting through the door of Stacie and Aubrey's house and a tiny animal came galloping along the tiles, catching her attention, was a selfie of her, face smushed up against the cheek of a black and white pig while she put on the cheesiest smile she could muster up for the camera. She also sent a short video of Sparky oinking with pure joy when Stacie was feeding him watermelon for a treat, thinking Chloe would no doubt bounce off the walls with emotion seeing this adorable scene go down.
The pig is a weird choice of pet to have, especially for Stacie, but Beca can't sit there, lie and say the animal isn't really fucking cute because that wouldn't be true. However, she still thinks the two are just fattening him up, just so they can cook him up and have an all you can eat bacon buffet.
Stacie isn't really too fond of this little brainstorm mustered up inside Beca's head when she brings this issue up though, and it usually results in a firm smack to the side of a head and a harsh, "you're dumb! Shut the Hell up!" to get her to mutter out a teasing "just kidding."
C: I don't know baby…
C: You saw that nose! That precious pink nose! Oh my gosh, would it surprise you if I said I am crying?
B: Haha! Absolutely not.
B: You cry at everything, happy or sad.
B: Remember The Jungle Book incident? You cried and wouldn't stop crying when they started singing the bare necessities
C: Sorry I have a heart and that was touching, Bec! Basically brought me back to my childhood!
B: Haha whatever, loser
C: Oh my! The video is even CUTER and once again I'm crying!
B: You're adorable :-)
C: That pig is adorable! So chubby and precious! I can't believe I haven't seen him in person yet!
C: Baby, we should get one!
B: No way Jose.
B: One more pet and we'd have a zoo haha
B: I'm perfectly fine with my trifecta of amazing people in our household :-)
C: No fun :(
C: But nice cover up ;)
C: How's Aubrey!?
B: She's good. I only briefly saw her once I got in because she had clinicals tonight till late, I guess. She promised to call you tomorrow.
C: Yay! I miss that girl :)
C: You eat yet?
B: Nope. Stacie and I are going out to eat to our favorite sports bar for some wings and beer.
B: Green beer, to be exact! Don't you feel special that it's your holiday? ;)
C: Yum! Well I hope you two have fun!
C: Are you inferring that I'm Irish because I have red hair?
B: Yes! And you are!
C: So! Not all redheads are from Ireland, baby. Plus, both my parents have red hair, so obviously my brothers and I were going to have it also lol
B: Name one person who has red hair, but isn't Irish. I'll wait…
C: Julianne Moore
C: Amy Adams!
C: Megan Fox, Olivia Wilde and that 50 Shades of Grey guy are all Irish but don't have red hair!
B: You see, I bet they have some Irish in them.
B: Also, unfair! 50 shades guy has a fucking accent!
C: Lol! You're the worst!
C: Well I hope you drink a lot of green beer for me! I'll be there in spirit ;)
B: Good, but it won't be the same because my leprechaun is back down in Georgia :-'(
C: Oh my goodness the tear lol such a dork!
C: I'm going to bed early because one, I'm exhausted, two, you aren't here keeping me company and three, I have to wake up even earlier tomorrow morning :(
C: Can I call you real quick, or are you busy?
B: Nope, go ahead. Basically read my mind anyways :-)
When Beca's phone lights up with Chloe's name big and bold on the screen, her body explodes with a volcano amount of explicit happiness, even already known that Chloe was planning on calling her. It happens every time honestly; Beca gets hit with this second wave of joy when it's her girlfriend texting, or calling her.
"Hey you." Beca walks outside to take in the scenery of the backyard and how Aubrey and Stacie picked a perfectly well placed house to sit on the back porch and still see the Hollywood landmark sign.
She absorbs the peaceful aroma outside, the slight breeze and faint smell of chlorine coming from the small pool in the backyard. Holding the phone up to her ear, she takes her shoes off, rolls up the ends of her jeans as far as they can go (which isn't much because they're skinny jeans) and dips her toes in the chilled, clear water.
"Hi, baby," Chloe's voice already takes a pretty hefty toll on Beca's insides with only the short greeting. By the volume and tiredness in her tone, Beca could have assumed, if not already known, that Chloe is about to head to bed. Also the lisp is a clear indicator that she's already in bed, probably laying down with the lights off. "Just wanted to call and hear your voice. I miss you tons."
"You just saw me this morning." Beca snorts, hovering her hand of the ripples of water from the pool.
"I know, but I still miss you!" Beca can hear Chloe's pout clear as day through the phone. "The bed is so much colder without you to spoon."
Beca will never admit this out loud because it docks a lot of her "bad ass points," but ever since moving in with Chloe, falling asleep next to her every night (mostly every night, unless she was touring) she found a strange appreciation for being the little spoon. Chloe always held her tight in her arms, not too loose, not to tight, but the perfect amount that made falling asleep that much comfier. Of course, her ego gets deflated and she'll spoon Chloe, earning her alpha title back, but most the times, Chloe's the one who does most of the cuddling and holding, not that Beca is complaining.
"At least I have Tank here who snores just like you."
"I do not snore!" Beca can clearly hear Chloe laughing on the other line and of course, the sound is contagious and she ends up laughing too, even though she's trying to prove a point.
"I love your snores, baby. It helps me fall asleep at night."
Beca doesn't fight against this one; she has those certain things in her room that helps her fall asleep, such as listen to music, or the sound of a fan running. Without any of these things, she struggles finding a comfortable position to fall asleep, so she understands and also finds it heart melting that Chloe needs her "snoring" to go to sleep.
Pushing away the warm tingling feeling in her chest, she looks down at her wedding ring that shimmers brightly under the glow from the sunset and she brushes her thumb along the bold, engraved numbers 2000 that sit on the underside of the ring. "I can't wait to marry you."
There's a beat of silence where neither of them say anything; Chloe doesn't need to because Beca already knows what her response is going to be. Sounds of crickets chirping and Sparky's random oinks from his little play house out back are the only noises she hears other than Chloe's breathing through the other line and that's perfectly okay.
"You know how easy it is to make me cry, jerk," is Chloe's halfheartedly response and there's a crack to her voice that Beca can tell she is trying to keep the water works at bay without her noticing. "But I can't wait to marry you either."
There's a weight pressed up against Beca's chest and though it should be uncomfortable, it isn't. It's a type of pressure that has a mixture between fear, excitement, and an overwhelming amount of love all at the same time and all these are there because of the realization that she's marrying her soulmate at the end of this year. Fear is there because she's terrified that she'll mess this whole thing up, but she's also excited-so fucking excited to say those two innocent words the day of the ceremony that will change their lives forever.
And then there's love; all the love she has piled up head to toe throughout the two years and seven months of being together towards Chloe that outweighs every bit of fear she may have in her body about getting married.
Her eyes become misty when thinking about all of this, and she looks up to the pink and orange California sky, blinking the tears away before they end up falling. "Oh you can't wait to marry me either?" Beca mocks in her best impression of someone with a lisp, redirecting the mood because she doesn't want to get teased from her asshole of a best friend that big bad Beca Mitchell is crying before they got out on their wing date.
Chloe gasps some sort of scoff into the phone, which only tugs at the corners of Beca's mouth into an even wider grin. "Shut up!" And she can hear the slurping as Chloe pulls the retainer out of her mouth before speaking again, this time more clearly. "You're so mean to me!" And she's laughing adorably when exclaiming this, sending a tidal wave of warm tingles down Beca's spine and then some.
"Am not! I tell you every day how much I love your retainer accent! Hell, it gives you a killer fucking smile, which I'm not one to complain about."
"Uh huh, whatever, kiss ass."
"You know," Beca starts, knowing Chloe is going to love that next hong that comes out of her mouth. "We haven't done it in a very long time, but you wanna heat up this convo? Just like we use to; it'll be like old times."
There's a beat of silence on Chloe's end. Beca can pretty much hear the clogs turning in Chloe's head as she considers the offer laid out on the table. She hums in thought, dragging out the time it takes for her to respond and Beca knows she's doing it on purpose.
"What are you wearing?" Chloe also purposely lowers her voice in a volume that coils Beca's insides into a rock tight knot. It's been a hot second hearing Chloe's voice reach that low of note and she's here to admit out loud that Chloe's phone sex voice has greatly been missed.
Trying not to fall down the rabbit hole without one tiny request, "before we start, put your retainer back in," she eggs it on with a bite to her bottom lip, already knowing the answer that's about to come.
"Beca, no!" Chloe's voices heightens again into a childlike whine, and that's really the breaking point that sends Beca falling off the edge into the lawn, letting out a good laugh. "I don't feel sexy with that thing in!"
"But baby you are sexy, retainer in and all! I'm not joking when I tell you that a good lisp really fucking turns me on," Beca half growls hungrily while protesting Chloe's response to her little request. She speaks nothing but the truth and hearing Chloe's lisp does nothing but revs her up like a well built sports car.
"I'm going to sleep, knuckle head!" But it does nothing in changing her girlfriend's mind. "I love you very much, even though you're a pain in the behind."
"I love you too," Beca shakes her head with a toothy grin, getting up from the pool and retrieving a towel nearby to dry her feet. "I hope you have a good day at work tomorrow. Kiss the boy and girl for me don't cha?"
"Will do, buttercup," Chloe's sentence is interrupted by a small yawn. "Talk to you tomorrow," she mumbles drowsily into the phone, half asleep already Beca can tell. "I miss you."
"I miss you too. A lot."
Beca knows that it has only been roughly… eight hours since the last time she saw Chloe when she drove them to the airport for Beca's flight. She knows that she's been traveling a lot with her job and the distance apart should just become natural to them by now and they shouldn't be missing each other so much so soon.
But that's the great thing Beca loves about it, too. That she can miss someone a painfully amount in the mere matter of seconds of being apart. Honestly, she's never had that sort of bond connection with anyone in her life before, so having it with Chloe is something she cherishes.
"Sweet dreams, Chlo."
Friday March 17th, 9:23 PM
Beca and Stacie both stumble inside the house, bellies stuffed to maximum capacity with hot wings and fries while also buzzing a little bit from the amount of green beer they drank, all thanks to Saint Patrick's day. Stacie heads to the fridge and snags a six rack of Bud Light Limes to bring into the living room where Beca is sprawled out on the lovesac like a bloated starfish.
"I'm surprised your image was kept pretty low-key at the bar tonight." Beca struggles to lift her head up from the reclined position to face Stacie, who is is setting down the beer and walking over to their home theater system and turning on a playlist for background noise. "We only got bothered like...five times, maybe six. I was expecting a line of fangirls to be bursting through the bar doors once the rumors went around that thee Beca Mitchell is back in LA visiting.
"Crazy what camouflage will do to your image," Beca snorts, slamming her head back into the cushions because it took way too much effort keeping it up. Stacie was right though. Tonight Beca was only asked a few times for pictures and signings from a random fan that scrambled to find anything remotely acceptable for her to write sharpie all over. For that, she can thank a black baseball cap, her hood up and a shit ton of beer for keeping her image under the ropes.
It's not that Beca doesn't enjoy interacting with her fans; she actually enjoys it a lot more than she ever thought she would. It was crazy to see how dedicated and faithful they were to her music and them asking so much about her personal life made it ten times better. The thing about tonight, however, was that she didn't have much time with Stacie before she left late Sunday night and flew back to Georgia, so she wanted as much alone time with her best friend as she could get during this quick weekend, even if it was just kicking her ass at darts and chugging contests.
"I've missed you so much, B," Stacie says while tossing an unopened beer at Beca for her to catch and cranks open one for herself. Gulping majority of the can in a single drink, very similar to what guys do, Stacie places the can over a nearby placeholder because she knows it would be her head on a silver platter if Aubrey found marks on her precious mahogany coffee table and leans her back on the couch.
Sparky takes the invitation, happily trotting along the wooden floor tile, reaching his front legs up on the couch that Stacie is sitting on, but isn't strong nor capable enough to pull himself up without a helping hand from Stacie. Scooping him up in her arms and placing a few peppered kisses to the top of his head, Stacie sets him in her lap, snuggling him with a blanket as the finishing touch.
All Beca can take from the action is damn, this pig is spoiled. She can only imagine what Stacie and Aubrey's kid would be like, good lord.
"LA isn't the same without you," Stacie mutters, nails scratching the top of Sparky's head and he quickly wastes no time in closing his eyes under the feeling.
Beca scoffs, cranking open the can and sipping away all the foam from the brim. "Oh yes. I bet it's even sunnier up here with my gloomy self walking the streets of LA."
"That's exactly why it's not the same! There needs to be some clouds on really sunny days or the brightness just becomes unbearable," Stacie groans, throwing her head back on the couch. "I'm excited for you though. My best friend is getting married. Who would've thought you'd be tied down! I sure as Hell didn't."
Beca can raise her hand up high as she was also one to believe that she would never be in a position that she is right now when speaking about love and relationships. It all was sort of tacky, to say the least; the clique dinner dates, the constant nauseating "I love you's," the domesticated lifestyle with a partner you'd spend the rest of your life with.
And don't get her started on the marriage bandwagon because she would have a mouthful to spill with that one.
"When you asked Chloe to marry you, was it an "ah ha!" moment where you just knew, or what? Cause it's still hard to believe that a stubborn one like you allowed someone into that little bubble of yours and got down on one knee." Stacie asks interested.
Beca takes a gander at her wedding ring band on her finger, the shimmer from the diamond gives her all the answers possible and she can't help but smile widely at the image, but also the fact that she is tied down.
And it's the greatest fucking feeling in the world.
"I mean, I was planning on doing it; I know I wanted to someday get married to Chloe. During that time I asked, I was wrapped up inside an inner battle between if I should just go for it or not." Beca shrugs, twisting the silver ring gently around her knuckles, completely missing the way Stacie is so entranced by the story with her fixated eyes stuck to her like glue. "I was shitting my pants, to say the least, but then I kept thinking, it's just Chloe, the love of my life. It shouldn't be scary if it was just her and that's when I had a magic eight ball moment and it told me to "do it now, or forever wish you had." So, I sacked up and asked."
"And she said yes," Stacie gushes and Beca can hear a hint of tears sneaking their way up Stacie's throat and the way her eyes are layering over with a glassy sheet. Or it could be all wrong and the glossy haze in her eyes is just from the amount of drinking they've been doing tonight.
She's already told Stacie this story multiple times, so she would've thought the waterworks would be long gone by now. Guess not.
"That's beautiful, Becs. And now I'm going to be your maid of honor! I'm already planning your bachelorette party!"
This isn't too surprising, knowing it's Stacie who's in charge of all the fun stuff before the actual wedding. Chances are, tickets and gambling money are already booked for a trip down to Las Vegas, ready to take Sin City by the horns and tear shit up. Half the times she doesn't know who's more excited about the wedding, her or Stacie.
"You're such a nerd," Beca snickers and rolls her eyes when Stacie proudly praises herself, unaffected by the insult. She takes another drink of her beer before finishing it completely, setting it down on the coffee table before her hand is replaced with another unopened one.
"Wow," Stacie breathes, shaking her head with full disbelief. "You're getting married," and repeats for the second time tonight and all Beca can do is snicker, her head nodding because this information has been something that she has already processed, already connected the all the dots and put all the pieces together. "Next thing you'll drop on me is that I'm going to be an Aunt."
Immediately after it's out of Stacie's mouth, Beca's breath hitches as a reflex at the bomb dropped, which hints at such a crazy subject to talk about. Of course, her and Chloe have gone through the whole "do you ever want kids?" and they both mutually came out and admitted that it'd be nice to have a little Beca or Chloe running around the house, bringing so much ruckus, causing trouble, and no doubt will probably be chased non stopped by Tank. They aren't ready for that leap though; both of them, which is another thing they agreed on. So knowing that part is already done with, it's just the fact that everyday spent with Chloe, especially after the wedding, just marks and ticks down the seconds until they are ready for kids.
Ready to bring another life into their crazy, extraordinary life.
It's really fucking scary and exciting all at the same time and Beca tries her hardest not to really think about it because the topic brings its own tidal wave of emotions that she is awful with dealing with. It makes her palms sweat, her heart race and her stomach does somersaults at the image of her being a mom. Like a legit mom, who picks up her kid at school after work, or cooks dinner for the family while listening to her kid's day at school. A real life mom who changes diapers, and picks up their baby before patting their back to burp them. Jesus, if that doesn't sound fucking weird, she doesn't know what will
"Shut up," Beca finally manages to reply, trying her best to brush of Stacie's comment to make it seem like it didn't take a toll on head.
They spend the night drinking the entire six pack of beer until running out, then eventually moved on to harder stuff that Stacie found in the freezer, which was that God awful Jim's Beam whiskey m Aubrey had such a strong love for. Stacie talks about school and how her master's program will literally be the death of her, all while Beca reassures her that she's being overly dramatic and soon, she'll be a super rich engineer, who makes a shit ton of money and has a smoking hot wife, who also happens to be an orthodontist and lives in this fancy nice house with their mini micro pig named Sparky.
Beca goes into a little more detail about the book she is currently writing, informing and elating Stacie like a balloon with an unholy amount of excitement when she announces there is a whole chapter dedicated to their friendship and the times they grew up together. She also gives Stacie the VIP tickets to hers and Diplo's first spring tour they're going on right after her mini vacation with Chloe in Cancun and earns herself another ear piercing squeal of pure happiness.
The tour by itself isn't huge, nor worldwide, but she going to be on the road a lot, singing a bunch of songs and living the life of a rockstar, which is pretty neat. It's her last real big thing going on while she wraps up the book and starts to settle down a bit before the wedding. Music wise, after her own personal album dropped has been mostly chill, not much really going on in that department, other than little projects here and there. Selena is still texting her every other day about a future collab and of course, Beca is marking her calendar to set something up, so there's that to look forward too.
It's around eleven when keys to the front door are heard jingling around from outside and soon, an exhausted looking blonde wearing a set of dark blue scrubs comes stumbling in and straight for her girlfriend's lap. Sparky awakes like the living dead at the sound of another person entering the house; Beca assumes with experience from Tank and Buttercup that he's familiar already with Aubrey's daily schedule and has been waiting for her to get home all day.
"My loves," Aubrey cooes lovingly when her eyes catch Sparky cuddled up in Stacie's lap. She gives her lovin' in the form of kisses to Sparky for a bit until she redirects her attention to Stacie, who is giving her goo-goo eyes while watching the interaction.
"Aubrey!" Beca cheers when she sees her waddle her way over to Stacie before collapsing on top. She may or may not be buzzing pretty hard right now, thanks to the hard liquor Stacie brought out and decided it would be a lot of fun to get shit faced drunk and catch up like old times. "Chloe is pretty certain that I have a cavity in my mouth, but I think I don't. Would you check?" As she slurs out this nonsense to Aubrey, Beca hooks a finger inside her cheek, pulling it away from her cheek and opens her mouth up wide to show her where it is hurting. It also flies over her head that Aubrey still has like, three more years of dental school before she becomes certified orthodontist and wouldn't even be able to fix her tooth if she was serious or not.
"Does it look like I have the tools or patience to check right now, Beca?" Aubrey snaps, but shakes her head with a small chuckle, which kind of goes against her sarcastic retort. Turning to face her girlfriend, who is displaying the dopiest smile known to man under a set of two droopy, bloodshot eyes, she gives another shake to her head, snickering. "You two look like you're having fun."
"I'm drunk," Stacie admits with an even more lopsided smile, pressing her cheek up against Aubrey's chest. "You smell like peppermint toothpaste and lidocaine," she mumbles-well more like slurs this into Aubrey's chest.
"How much have you had to drink...and is that my Jim Beam!?" Aubrey yanks the newly half empty bottle of the table, shoving it into her girlfriend's face, who's eyes scream that she is a proud type of guilty, but her actions with shaking her head erratically deny the question. Ignoring Stacie's toothy grin, "Guess you're buying me a new bottle."
Stacie's mouth goes from smiling to gaping and then she's pointing an accusing finger at Beca who can only freeze under the spotlight and Aubrey's intense glare. "That bitch drank most of it!" Which isn't all a lie. It's very rare and surprises her every time, but once in a while, she'll crave dark liquor, probably because Chloe loves all those really girly, fruity drinks that are pure sugar and is never really around the hard stuff other than 1800 Tequila.
"Then you're buying me a handle of this, midget." Aubrey scowls, but her face morphs into a teasing (but also maybe not teasing) half smile when Beca's features scream terrified for her life. Still to this day after knowing the blonde for a couple years now, she will admit (not out loud) that Aubrey scares the living shit out of her.
"How was looking at teeth all day, babe?" Stacie reroutes the conversation, gaining Aubrey's attention back fir the sake of Beca's well being.
Aubrey sighs, loling her head back and giving Stacie a clear shot to kiss a trail up her neck to the underside of jaw. "Same old, same old. One guy had a total freak out when the dentist told him he needed a root canal. He said he didn't want to get the numbing shots in his mouth and wanted to be put to sleep with gas. Talk about drama queen." She rolls her eyes explaining this and cups Stacie's cheeks with a hand before placing a kiss over her smushed lips.
"Sounds like you need a shot," Beca says, only for Stacie to light up and egg it on.
They push the bottle closer to Aubrey, who is contemplating the challenge with an arched brow as they start to cheer "shot, shot, shot" over and over again until she finally caves, taking a long, big swig of whiskey and blowing out the burn from the liquid.
Beca cheers after Aubrey takes the shot like a champ, throwing a triumphing fist into the air briefly before it falls flaccid into her lap when Aubrey and Stacie start to become a lot more touchy with each other than they were before. At the first not-so-innocent-kiss, Beca averts her attention away from the couple, fighting off the buggy feeling in her gut of missing Chloe back home.
For the time being, Beca looks literally anywhere inside the house besides the mushy, kissing couple and swings out her phone to distract herself from the noises. Stacie releases Aubrey up from her lap after giving her a few proper welcome home kisses and smacks her butt playfully as she announces that their bed is calling her name. Saying their goodbyes after putting the liquor bottle back in the freezer where she demands it stays for the rest of the night, Beca waves Aubrey off as she walks up the staircase and heads inside her room for the rest of the night.
"God, I love her." Stacie admits all of a sudden, eyes fixated at the stairs where Aubrey once was and looking absolutely moonstruck by the blonde. "Fucking crazy right? Hearing that come from me?"
Hell, it's still just as shocking as the first time Stacie called Beca up and told her she dropped the L bomb on Aubrey. She was freaking out of course, scared that she rushed into it and they weren't ready for that step yet, but Aubrey mutually felt the exact same way; she was just waiting for the perfect time to say it. Stacie lived most her life with exes and never once said those words to them, so hearing that she meant it when accidentally letting it slip to Aubrey brought nothing but warmth and happiness to Beca.
"Chloe still up?" Stacie asks, breaking Beca's attention away from her phone.
In reality, this whole time she had just been skimming through every social media and landed on Instagram where Chloe posted a Saint Patrick's Day selfie that read, "kiss me, I'm Irish," as the caption. Her hair, for whatever reason, looked a lot more red today than it did yesterday (Beca thinks it's because all the gingers have this sort of magic power that brightens their hair color on this specific holiday) and her eyes looked insanely blue in contrast to her hair.
Thanks to her private Instagram account that she set up- technically it was Cassidy's idea, but she was the one who decided on creating one- she liked the photo and commented, "I'll do a lot more than kiss you," before switching over to Twitter where nothing interesting came afloat.
Beca closes out of her apps and turns off her phone. "No, she went to sleep a long time ago." Stacie nods her head in understanding, then suddenly lights up at some sort of idea that just randomly popped inside her head.
"We should switch phones!" When all she gets is furrowed brows and a face full of confusion, she explains more in depth. "You read my messages to Aubrey while I get to read your messages sent to Chloe."
Beca laughs, sitting up straight from the reclined position she had the chair curved at. "Why?"
"Because it seems fun! Plus, I'm curious what you two lovebirds talk about."
Beca's hesitant about the idea at first. What is said between her and Chloe should be kept between them. But then there's that itch to see what nonsense is hiding in Stacie's messages to Aubrey and maybe, if she looked hard enough, she could dig up some dirt that she could use later on if needed to. Stacie always tells her that she and Chloe are disgustingly cute with each other, but she tells Stacie that her and Aubrey are exactly the same way, but the stubborn girl never believes what she says.
What better way to prove this theory right than to look into Stacie's cellphone that holds all the secrets and juicy stuff about her and Aubrey's relationship.
Beca stands to switch seating arrangements and falls directly nice to Stacie on the sofa. Snatching the iPhone away from Stacie's hands before giving an answer, "let's look at today shall we?" Stacie unlocks her phone with not much of a fight to snatch it back; Beca clicks into Aubrey's contact name and it releases all the message Stacie and her have been sharing. "Ooo this morning!"
Friday March 17th, 7:36 AM
Stacie: Come back to bed :(
Aubrey: I'm going for a run, dork, just like I always do.
Aubrey: I'll be back before you know it
S: Why go run when we can do other forms of cardio?
A: I'm interested…
S: I mean sex, by the way.
S: Long, rough sex
A: Lol, as if I didn't already know that, babe.
A: And as much fun as that sounds, I need to run. School has me stressed out and I need a little refresher.
A: I'll come back soon and cuddle with you :)
S: Good, cause I'm missing my little spoon :(
S: Have a good run, babe.
A: I will, go back to sleep! ;) I love you.
S: Love you too xoxo
"Boringgggg," Beca drags out the word while reading these messages. She was expecting to be slapped in the face with dirty messages, not this cute, adorable relationship shit. Where is the sext messages? Reading father into today's conversation, the messages mostly consisted of where Stacie's whereabouts were, what time she was picking up Beca from the airport, or what time Aubrey had her clinicals tonight. "How bout we go to last week."
Scrolling up a few days,
Wednesday, March 8 2:34 PM
A: What do you wanna do for dinner?
S: Ooo! I really want to eat that one thing, your mom made it
A: My mom made it?
A: Um, homemade spaghetti? Mac and cheese? Her yummy enchiladas?
A: I don't really remember her cooking anything spectacular for us on the times we visited…
S: Nope, not any of those.
A: I don't understand, babe lol
A: What do you want to eat that my mom made?
S: You ;)
A: Oh my God lol why didn't I see that one coming?
A: You're such a dork
S: What do you say? I have a full appetite ;)
A: Maybe for dessert ;)
S: Mmm yummy :)
S: And maybe we could do take out for dinner? Have a break around the stove. I ordered some wine….your FAVORITE wine
A: Chinese? :D
S: Read my mind, baby :)
A: Well, great minds think alike!
"Now we're getting somewhere," Beca raise a triumphing fist, digging deeper into the messages, all while Stacie brushes every comment dropped off, watching Beca intently as she sips her beer.
"That wasn't even that bad," Stacie huffs, an amused smile does make its way onto her lips while she watches Beca scroll through her phone; her most prized and cherished possession. "We always joke around like that to each other. Also, in case you have been wondering, I did get to eat that sexy piece of sweetness that night."
"Oh, good for you," Beca retorts sarcastically, fake gagging and looking deeper into Stacie's messages. Half of her is scared of what she may find in Stacie's phone, just because it's her phone she's looking at, but the other half really wants some type of leverage on her friend so she could use it for future references in a time of need.
Sunday March 5th, 3:56 PM
S: Hiyya babe, I'm at the store right now.
S: Need me to get you anything?
A: Nothing that I could think of on the top of my head at the moment.
A: Actually, can you get me a bag of peanut butter cups? :)
S: Only if you share…
A: Of course I will ;)
S: Good, then of course!
S: You remember if Sparky was almost out of food the last time we fed him?
A: I'm not too sure, but buying some more while you're there wouldn't hurt. Just in case.
S: Yeah, I think I'm going to do that.
S: I got him a cute little green sweater to wear on Saint Patrick's day so he doesn't get pinched
A: Awh! Send me a pic when you put it on my boy
A: Oh! Can you get me some more tampons? I think I'm almost out.
S: Yep! Knowing you and your habit of stealing my things means I'm almost out too ;)
A: Guilty, babe. Perks of dating a girl is that everything a girl needs basically doubles! Run out of tamps? Don't worry, your girlfriend probably has some!
A: Other perks include great, mind blowing sex, an extra closet to pick from, having someone to straighten the back of your hair and do your makeup, also, you smell good like...all the time :)
S: Nivea, Touch of Happiness Moisturizing Body Wash ;)
S: Passion fruit flavor, if you're wondering ;)
A: Smells so good!
A: And I'm here to admit I've used it a few times
S: :O
S: That's NOT okay! How dare you!
S: That bottle is worth like… three dollars!
A: Lol I'll make it up to you ;)
"Well, I'm actually flabbergasted that I haven't ran into any nudes, or sext messages that would make me want to burn my eyes out," Beca complains, anchoring her chin with her free hand while the other one scrolls up on messages.
Somehow during this time, Stacie has found a nail filer and has been patiently filling down her nails, waiting for Beca to land on something juicy. But so far, she has came out with zip.
Wednesday March 1st, 4:30 PM
S: Uggghhhhhhh how much longer are you at clinicals?
S: I'm homework free for the night and of course my sexy ass girlfriend is MIA being a dentist and all :(
A: Oh hush, entertain yourself while I'm gone. It won't be much longer :)
S: Guess what movie was on?
A: Hmmmm, any hints?
S: Pool
S: Nighttime
S: Denise Richards, more specifically a topless Denise Richards.
A: Is Neve Campbell your next hint?
S: Yep
S: Any guesses?
A: I'm going to take a rough guess and say….Wild Things ;)
A: No way can I ever forget about steamy make out like theirs.
S: Good job. Now do you wanna guess where I am right now?
A: Outside in our pool?
S: Two for two, baby ;)
A: I don't think I really believe you.
A: Might need to send some….visual proof.
S: That can be arranged
"Am I going to scroll down and see a topless picture of you because if so, warn me now so I can quickly skim by it," Beca asks skeptically, hovering a thumb over the screen, but not daring to pull down the conversation any further, just in case she witness something she does not want to.
Stacie gives her the green light that everything is above a PG rating but does not exceed pass R. With only minor hesitation, Beca scrolls upon a selfie Stacie took to send Aubrey while she was standing outside in their pool; it was of her face and chest that was covered by an American flag bikini (very patriotic, Stace).
Although the picture was more so on the harmless side of skin to show and Stacie actually looked really pretty with her hair curled and sunglasses on, the bikini did little effort in controlling her breasts and the longer Beca stared, the faster she felt uncomfortable.
Aubrey, on the other hand, sends back a picture as well, but this time when Beca is scrolling, she gets no warning whatsoever of the amount of cleavage that is flaunted to her in a single photo as Aubrey hooks a single finger at the v-line of her scrubs uniform, pulling it down to show that lacy navy lingerie underneath.
A: When I get home, we are so reenacting that scene. Seeing you in that bikini makes me so horny
And that's the dirty message that is delivered with such a photo, leaving Beca paralyzed while also being done snooping around Stacie's phone.
"Here you go." Beca practically throws the phone at Stacie for her to catch, appalled at what she just saw. She could've gone her whole life not knowing what Aubrey's boobs looked like and she honestly thinks she may be scarred for life from that one skimpy photo that showed way too much exposed skin for her liking.
Stacie catches her phone, laughter sounding highly amused at seeing Beca in such a damaged state. "Let me see your phone! My turn to snoop." She reaches out onto the coffee table and snatches Beca's phone before she could even blink.
Friday March 17, 3:45 PM
C: Oh Starbucks sounds auhmazzzinnngg right now. Oh! Even a cake pop! Yum!
B: Of course YOU would like the sweetest fucking thing on that menu. The one bite I had off of yours that one day gave me diabetes
C: They're so good, babe!
B: My cookies are a lot better…
C: Very true!
C: So are your snicker brownies
C: And those raspberry cream cheese rolls you made for Christmas...and that grinch got chocolate!
C: OH MY GOD AND THOSE COOKIE DOUGH BARS!
B: Haha fell down a deep hole babe
B: But thanks :-)
C: I'm so glad I'm marrying such a great baker. What did I do to deserve you?
B: Your skills in bed is a good start ;-)
"Jesus, Mitchell. Never in all the years of knowing you have I ever been made one of your fancy desserts! I'm honestly quite offended!" As if Beca couldn't already tell by the look of hurt in Stacie's face and insane gape to her mouth while reading. "Snicker brownies?! What the fuck, those sound amazing!"
"They are," Beca shoots back, dodging the flying hand that attempted to smack her in the back of the head. Okay, that really wasn't the right thing to say with helping her case here, but smart ass responses are always her first instinct. "Buy me the stuff and I'll bake them for you, your majesty." She fake bows and reaches out to grab Stacie's free hand to place a feathered kiss over her knuckles.
Taking that same kissed hand and flicking Beca in the nose, Stacie goes back into reading the messages. "Whatever, jerk. Let me continue searching for some dirt in your phone."
Tuesday March 7th, 3:09 PM
C: Babe, did you happen to put that box of brownie bites somewhere and not tell me? Because I've searched the whole kitchen and can't find them anywhere
B: Nope sorry
C: Beca...
B: Yes, my love?
C: Don't "my love" me, Mitchell
C: What did you do with them?
C: Did you eat them? :(
B: No!
B: I would NEVER
C: Then what happened to them?
C: Did Tank or Buttercup suddenly grow legs and eat them all?
B: That's exactly what happened.
B: I was trying to stop to them, remind the two that those brownies were yours, but it was too late. Buttercup was already on her third mini brownie.
C: Beccccccccaaaaaaaaa :(
C: I was really craving those!
B: It was an accident :-(
C: What? Your mouth "accidentally" fell over the box and sucked them up, then proceeded to chew them up before swallowing it down with a cold glass of milk?
B: Ew no.
B: Milk is gross
C: Beca!
C: What time are you off of work today?
B: ...
B: Five?
B: Why?
C: Because you're running to the store and picking me up a new box!
C: Then, after you cook me an AMAZING dinner, you're going to rub my feet while feeding me those brownies, individually
B: You're joking...
B: There was like four brownies left in the box this morning! Sharing is caring and I have a foot phobia :-(
C: Yeah MY four brownies, ass
C: And hush! You love my feet.
C: Or at least you will after tonight with the amount of time you'll be spending together ;)
B: Chloe :-(
B: Baby
C: Better get your hands ready, pumpkin ;) Cause they're going to be working ALL night until I'm done with you
B: :-(
B: Fine
C: Next time maybe you'll think twice about the consequences before doing something you know is wrong!
C: Still love you very much though :)
B: Yeah yeah
B: I love you too
The "whooshing" sounds of a whip emit through the living room as Stacie uses her hand to smack an imaginary one over towards Beca. "That's amazing. Chloe is such a savage." Stacie compliments, totally in awe over Beca's scarring experience.
Her hands were sore for days after that night and being acquainted with Chloe's feet for so long. She tried pulling the "my hands are too sore for sex" card when Chloe was in the mood the next day, just for pay back, but she was only able to hold herself off for so long before Chloe tortured her into insanity with her sexy teasing and she broke.
Stacie gets over it after a few more laughs, "let's move on."
Saturday, February 25th 7:38 PM
C: Babbyyyy
C: Where are you? :(
B: Just finishing up at work.
B: What's up?
C: I'm bored and I miss you!
C: I'm not use to you working on the weekends, especially on a Saturday night :(
B: I know, I'm sorry. Keegan just needed me for a little bit.
B: I'll be home soon.
B: Need anything while I'm out?
C: Other than your sexy ass in bed? Nope. I'm all good, or will be once you come through that front door.
C: We have all night to kill with nothing to do tomorrow! :)
C: Oh the decisions on what we could possibly do
B: I think I have something in mind that will spark your interest ;-)
C: Can't wait ;)
"Damn you scrolled back far," Beca says when Stacie reads these messages out loud and peeks her head over the girl's shoulder to see what day's convo she is reading on her phone.
"Did you guys have crazy sex that night? Because the messages kind of just stop there." There's a hint of sadness, along with a pretty obvious frown on her face as Stacie scrolls with her index finger farther down, but ends up finding nothing juicy like she was expecting.
Even though it's been awhile since that night, Beca remembers it as if it were yesterday. "Actually no. That's the night Chloe and I got super high and ended up watching a marathon of crime investigations." She grins at the memory; that night was so laid back and chill. She found a pre-wrapped joint in a spare backpack from her mega stock during the Halloween festival and decided what better way than to get rid of it than to smoke her girlfriend out.
Which was all around a great idea, not only because smoking with Chloe was very enjoyable, but also because the weed she bought was crazy wild and strong as shit.
"No shit." Stacie full on chuckles hearing this; it was totally something that Beca and her always use to do when they lived together. Late nights ordering take out, hot boxing one of their cars and watched awful reality TV shows.
It was awesome.
One time Stacie made her watch this fucked up show called Botch, where is was basically crazy plastic surgery stories and one episode in particular that fucked her whole life up was the one where a man got C-cup breast implants. There was also another one where this lady could smash a watermelon in half by slamming one of her gigantic boobs on top, exploding the fruit instantly.
She thought that she'd be able to bounce back after watching it, but it's still engraved inside her head.
That, not so awesome.
"Oh wait there's more from that night," Stacie chirps excitedly.
Saturday February 25th, 10:43 PM
B: What food does Tank eat again?
B: It's taste of the wild right?
B: I can't for the life of me find it right now
C: Yes, babe. The one with the bear on the cover. It's a light blue bag.
B: I still can't find it…
B: There's Friskies and Meowmix
B: Holy shit. I've been standing in the cat section….this whole time.
B: Oh my God I feel like such an idiot
C: LOL! I'm laughing so hard right now
C: Actual tears are coming out!
B: Update, found the food.
B: In the dog section, right where it was this whole fucking time
C: Maybe I shouldn't have sent you out when we spent the entire night purging on pizza, beer and marijuana lol my bad.
C: I just didn't want my boy to starve and he was out of food!
B: Nah I'm groovy. Just randomly fell into the cat food section instead of the dog, thinking I was shopping for Buttercup.
B: Now I'm checking out and holy shit, Chlo, I think the cashier knows I'm high.
C: Act natural, baby
C: I bet you anything Petsmart workers get high on their work breaks
B: I don't know, this lady looks like she is full on lecturing me inside her head.
C: Don't make eye contact…
B: TOO LATE
C: No! Need some saving?
C: Chloe to the rescue? I could be like the next Supergirl.
B: No, I made it out alive. Thanks though :-)
C: Good! I'm hoping in the shower real quick. Wanna bring me back some cheese puffs and I'll love you forever?
B: Your wish is my command.
B: Also, random question, but if you get out of the shower clean, then how does your towel get dirty?
B: And to add, if you drop soap on the floor, is the floor clean or the soap dirty?
C:...
C: Beca I'm way too stoned for these types of questions lol I just spent a ridiculously long amount of time thinking about those questions
B: Buts it's crazy huh?!
C: Get your cute butt back home and maybe I'll still be in the shower so you can jump in ;)
"Those are hands down the dumbest questions you've ever asked," Stacie deadpans, eyes burning two holes in Beca's forehead where she is staring as Beca waits for the moment of amazement to come flashing through Stacie's eyes, but it never comes.
"But they're crazy right!?" Beca tries her hardest to back herself up. Now, being sober (weed sober) and all, they kind of seem like complete stoner questions to ask and she doesn't experience that weird, time slowing down feeling that she felt when she was high.
"Towels get dirty because of bacteria, duh. A human body constantly gets rid of dry skin. Leaving wet things out for too long isn't sanitary and will collect mold," Stacie explains, using her big, college brain to ruin all the fun and riddle in the questions. "I'll admit the whole soap thing is harder to grasp, but nonetheless is it still stupid."
Beca waves her off with a roll to the eyes, allowing her to continue reading Chloe and her's messages.
Tuesday February 28th, 9:34 PM
C: You working on some mixes?
B: Yeah just jotting some notes down. I didn't want to go to sleep and forget them once morning came around.
B: How'd you know?
C: I can hear the bass in the song from the basement all the way up to our room ;)
C: Pretty impressive speakers you have down there
B: Yeah they're legit. Sorry tho. I'll be up soon.
C: Good, cause daddy's waiting for you ;)
B: Ew! Haha don't call yourself that
C: Why not? It's kind of….kinky, don't you think? ;)
C: Not going to lie and say it doesn't turn me on
B: No way am I calling you daddy.
B: That's weird!
C: I'm sure I can find other ways to persuade you.
C: Or just...two ;)
"Holy shit, Chloe has a nice rack!"
Like an electrical shock of awakening, Beca scrambles to steal her phone back, completely forgetting that there were a ton of photos and videos sent by Chloe that were designated for her eyes only.
"You cannot give me shit about seeing Aubrey in a bra when Chloe just sent you a legit nude, topless photo, wearing only an unbuttoned, white and black flannel around her shoulders with nothing on underneath."
"Oh my God." Beca feels her whole face heating up at the realization that Chloe just virtually flashed her best friend, leaving all her goodies out in the open for her to see.
"I bet you call her daddy now, huh?" Stacie pushes the conversation even though Beca feels like crawling up into a ball and rolling away forever where she will soon die. "No way can you not with the boob card she pulled on you! I bet it's your guy's thing to call each other that. Also, I knew Chloe works out like crazy but DAMN her abs!"
"Please stop talking," Beca begs with desperation, hiding her face from the embarrassing amount of blushing she can feel as all the blood rises to her cheeks. When Stacie does the exact opposite of her pleas, she's left muttering a few guttural groans into the nearest pillow she can find into the vouching, wishing this moment would end.
"If Aubrey sent me a photo like that, shit, I'd call her fucking mistress." Unaware that Beca is seconds away from shriveling up, Stacie goes ahead and continues rambling off in amusement, every once in a while reaching out for Beca's phone to only get her hand smacked away when doing so and feigning disappointment when she can't get her hands on it.
"Do you guys have a lot of those pictures?" Stacie scrunches her nose, her tone teasing and just painful to hear
"No," Comes Beca's firm response.
"I bet you have a whole album of the sexy pictures Chloe sends you." Although this is true, Beca keeps them locked away in this super nifty app she bought that needs a finger print and a passcode to enter. It just sucks that she forgot to transfer this specific one that Stacie so happenedly stumbled across and is now going to hear about it for the rest of her life.
Startled by Beca's phone suddenly going off, she looks down at her screen and sees that it's the devil herself calling. She looks at the clock on her phone and sees it's almost midnight in California and should be around three Georgia time. Worst thing possible comes to mind when Beca could've sworn that Chloe was out for the night, especially since she had to wake up early the next morning, so she hurries to answer the phone, worried that Chloe is calling her this late because something is wrong.
"Chloe?" Beca tries to not allow her voice to waver, but she knows by just her greeting that her voice had an uncharacteristic tremble to it. "Are you okay?" This causes Stacie to stiffen immediately, all her teasing and laughs long gone by Beca's serious and sudden tone.
"Yeah I'm fine." Chloe giggles to back up her response and hearing it allows Beca to relax with a gentle exhale to take the edge off the aroma as Stacie does the same. "I woke up to pee and now I can't fall back asleep."
"Is this one of those late night calls where you pester me into singing to you over the phone until you fall asleep?" Beca rolls her eyes, giving Stacie the finger when she is thrown a long, gushing "awh" as she clenches her heart at what she just heard.
"Oh hi daddy-" Stacie only gets the beginning of her sentence out as she moans high pitched in the direction of the phone before Beca slaps a forceful hand over her mouth, muffling the rest.
"Not quite." Chloe's tone is suggestive and seductive, but it's still not enough for Beca to fully understand what she is implying. Sensing this and lowering her voice as low as it could go, "hey, Bec. I'm laying down right now, naked, touching myself and wishing it was you."
Stacie must have seen the abrupt color change in Beca's face once the words were practically moaned out of Chloe's mouth and by the blush and how she could always tell when Beca is flustered gasped out loudly with a maniac smile and started thrusting her hips back and forth in the most disturbing way, only to have Beca hide her face away from the highly inappropriate movement and scramble to get up.
"Is that Stacie laughing?" Beca pauses once standing on her feet. She was more worried about whether or not Chloe would've been upset about Stacie no doubt hearing everything she just said as she tried to initiate a type of conversation that shouldn't be for anyone else's ears besides her own, but by her tone when asking this question seemed more humored by it than upset.
"Yes," Beca groans, reaching for a pillow on the couch and turning the speaker away from her mouth before hissing a, "shut up!" and throwing the pillow into Stacie's face.
"Our track record with her is not that good is it, babe?" Chloe chuckles, bringing Beca back to the first time they tried to have an adult conversation and it got ruin when Stacie barged into Beca's room unannounced.
Able to see some humor in the situation, Beca copies Chloe's laughs. "No, it's not."
"Tell her to switch the phone sex to texting so I can read it later!" Stacie yells from across the room when Beca trails herself away from her friend and into the guest room where she'd be sleeping. "Oh, daddy! Oh daddy!" Beca's tries to wash out Stacie's obnoxious porn star moans, but they're so loud and so disturbing to hear.
"What did she say?"
"Nothing." Beca is quick to answer, not really wanting to go into detail that she allowed her best friend to read their text messages. Shooting the door behind her, she flops down into the bed, shimming her way up to the headboard before flipping comfortably on her back. "But what were you saying earlier? Something about laying in bed...naked, if I do recall."
"Are you alone?" Beca hums in answer. "Don't forget to lock the door," she teases jokingly.
Beca full on laughs; she made a promise to herself that day Stacie caught her with a hand down her pants that she would never have a phone call with Chloe, alone, without making sure the door is locked beforehand. No matter how funny that story may be now, it wasn't funny back then and ever since, Beca has made it a habit to double check to see if the door is locked, just in case of the activities her and Chloe may be doing.
"Trust me, I did."
Songs Mentioned:
Party Monsters- The Weeknd
No Problem- Chance the Rapper
Starving- Hailee Steinfeld
Black Beatles, Confessions, & No Problem Mashup-Alex Aiono & William Singe
A/N: Fun chapter to write! Glad I can continue writing cute little bits and pieces with these girls. I know lots of you still are dying to read about Beca's proposal, so don't worry! That will be coming up in future oneshots. If you haven't already, go check out the main story 2000 Miles on my page. Also, follow me on Tumblr (omACAgee) for updates, prompt ideas and just to chat about how big of sluts we are for domesticated Bechloe! :)
