As it seems, kittens, my muse has been rather... off as of late so here is a story that- well I really can't explain where it will go.
I Do Not Own Pitch Perfect
Lots a Lot a Love, Kandikitty
It was suppose to be simple, easy ya know? I was suppose to be with Jesse and she... She was suppose to be with Tom. That's how our dynamic worked. That's what everyone expected, but one night changed all of that. Just one night and my world had become so much bigger. It was a month ago today. She was fighting with Tom and of coarse who would she go to for comfort? Her best friend, me.
"-not only that he said he wanted to go on a break while he was away... So we are still together but not like while he is away. When he is away we both can do whatever with who ever." I was laying on my bed while she was in my desk chair, a rare moment without my roommate.
"That is the most idiotic thing I have ever heard." I said still trying to figure it all out in my head.
"That's what I'm saying!" Chloe swiveled in the chair to look at me appreciatively.
"You deserve someone better. Really you do, I know you love him but the way he treats you it boils my blood..." She gave me the most sympathetic look I had ever seen. Her eyes, usually filled with bright happiness, were sinking in a depression I had never seen near her face before.
I couldn't form the words... I knew she loved him, she said it all the time even going as far to say she had never loved someone more than this. Was I right? Their... arrangement wasn't love, it couldn't be right? I mulled over what she had said again, making sure I didn't say anything stupid. Before I could formulate a coherent sentence I felt the bed shift under her weight as she sat on top of me. "Chlo?" I asked looking into her eyes for some sort of answer than her word echoed in my head 'whatever with who ever' I guess I was the who ever, as she traced my ear piercings.
"Never take these out kay? You aren't My Atl. girl without them."
Her hand was steady as she trailed down my jaw line lightly and oh so softly. I didn't once try and stop her as she brought her lips to replace her fingers. I felt her other hand tilt my head as she went lower on my neck.
I understand the arrangement, I don't know exactly how I feel about it though. Ive been hiding my feelings for so long, what are the real ones? Like right now, she is cuddled up on my chest and its our last day together before Tom gets back from his trip. I'm tracing small circles on her back and her hand is holding on to my other one.
"Beca?" She asks in a hush tone.
"Hm?" I say opening one of my eyes to look down at her.
"How do you feel about this?" She moved a little in her seat, I know she doesn't want to have this conversation but we've been avoiding it for too long.
"Well I mean the bed could be more comfortable but-"
"Beca! You know that's not what I mean!" She smiled a little at my attempt to make this less... painful? Is that the right word?
I laugh a little "Yeah I know. You mean this as in us."
She nods looking down at her our hands.
It takes me a second, what is the right answer? What does she want to hear? "If this is what makes you happy... Than I'm okay with it." I shrug. That is probably the best answer- the closest thing to what she wants to hear.
She nods again a but slower. "Yeah...I mean yes this is what makes me happy." She smiles placing a kiss on my cheek. I allow myself for just a split second to think she means me, but my hopes are obliterated as she continues.
"I need get going I have to clean the apartment before Tom comes home." She removed her hand from mine to pat my belly.
I just smiled and nod, not truly trusting my voice to be steady.
