Summary:
Three times the redhead invaded her space. And three times Beca didn't mind.
1. Coffee
All Beca wanted was a simple cup of coffee. Her day had been stressful enough. It had only been her second month at Barden, and her father was already breathing down her neck.
But it wasn't only her dad. She felt as if her life was one big stressful rollercoaster. Kind off like, the stop before the fall. You can see the bottom, and your stomach drops because you know you're about to fall. Then the tension builds as the rollercoaster remains motionless. That's how her life felt right now.
Besides her dad, she had the Bellas, and Jesse. Now, Jesse was a whole new creature on his own. Two rejections were apparently not enough to keep the treblemaker away. Either he was just really persistent because he really did like her, or he just liked making Beca really, REALLY uncomfortable.
She also had classes. God. She actually started attending them when she got in the Bellas. She figured, at least show her Dad her desperation to get out of college and just become a DJ, while she had a chance.
Her intro to Philosophy class just about drained the energy she HAD left after the grueling Bellas's practices with Aubrey leading them and making them do cardio.
She was exhausted. And it was, apparently, starting to show.
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Beca leaned her head against the park bench. Her eyes were rimmed with eye bags, and her black liner failed to hide that. Her skin was paler than usual, and her dark navy blue eyes lacked their usual amusement or look of boredom - replaced by a look of exhaustion.
Beca closed her eyes and sighed. All she needed was a few moments-
"BECA!" She heard a loud, high pitched scream.
"Ugh!" Beca muttered as she opened her eyes. Goddamit!
She rubbed her eyes and found herself staring into bright blue orbs and a tangle of red hair. It was Chloe Beale, the co-captain (if one could even call her that since her blonde counterpart usually made all the choices) of the Bellas, the acapella group Beca was in.
Beca and Chloe weren't exactly close 'close'. They often saw each other, due to practice, and they talked now and then, but that was it. They didn't really interact out of Bellas rehearsals. But if you can count barging into someone's shower and sharing a duet interaction, then yes, they did interact ONCE out of Bellas rehearsals
It wasn't that Beca didn't like Chloe. That was basically impossible. Chloe was Chloe. She was bubbly, sweet, and upbeat. She was open and she was all smiles. She often guided Beca when they did coreography (despite the DJ's requests) and she was pretty supportove of Beca's snarks, which annoyed Aubrey, which, in turn, amused Beca endlessely.
She was also pretty- wait, where did that come from? But it was true. Even if she was groggy right now, Beca could clearly see Chloe and say that she was very (dare she say it) attractive.
Chloe was tall, (well everyone was pretty much tall to Beca), with tan skin, and a fit build. She was slender and soft looking, but she also had some muscle, which was to be expected considering the excercises they did. She had auburn hair, which looked like a cross between orange and red. Her eyes though, they were the real deal. They looked friendly and they smiled (if eyes could), but they also had a hint of mischevioisness. Sort of like a 'I'm sweet, talk to me, but I can make you scream in bed' sort of- wait, why was Beca even thinking that?
"Um, Beca?" Chloe asked again, waving a hand in front of the impassive brunette.
Okay. Beca say something coherent. "Ngh." Good job.
She heard a soft giggle. "You look tired."
"Hm," Beca mumbled in agreement.
Despite the incoherent monosyllabic responses she got from the brunette, Chloe still beamed and acted as if this was a completely great conversation. She smiled and held up both her hands. It was then that Beca noticed the two steaming cups in the redhead's hands.
The smell of coffee made Beca's mouth involuntarily water. She managed to point a finger at the cups and give a weak smirk. "Someone's thirsty," she teased.
"Who says their for me?" Chloe asked, raising an eyebrow.
Beca shrugged. "Then may I, dare I ask it, have one?"
Chloe smiled at her brightly. She handed Beca one. "Yes, dare I say it."
Beca gave a small smile and took the cup she was being handed. As she took it, her fingers brushed against Chloe's. Beca pulled her hand back, surprised at the contact, and shook her head. She wrapped her fingers around the cup and took it. "Thanks."
"No problem."
Beca took a large gulp of her coffee and closed her eyes, tired.
Chloe giggled and sat down next to her. "You look dead on your feet."
"I'm sitting down," Beca pointed out as she took a long gulp of her drink. The warm liquid was very welcomed. She waited for the caffiene to sink in.
"You look dead on your ass," Chloe corrected with an eye roll.
"Sexy."
"What?"
"Ass."
"I don't get you."
Beca smirked. "My sexy ass."
Chloe chuckled. She nudged Beca's shoulder with her own. "You're really tired and your ass isn't sexy."
Beca swallowed another gulp of coffee. She smirked. "Just cause I'm tired doesn't mean I can't state facta. And my ass is sexy."
Chloe grinned and sipped her own coffee. "You're ass is 'okay'."
"Meh," said Beca. "I'll take what I can get I suppose."
"It's bigger than Prince's," Chloe commented, with a wink.
"Ugh-blurrg-FUCK!" Beca choked on her coffee. That particular comment made her remember a particular memory she had particularly worked hard on stuffing into the darkest receses of her mind.
Titanium seemed to make it's way into her brain, and a very naked Chloe and a very hot shower stall flashed before her eyes, briefly.
"Oh my god! Beca, I'm so sorry. I swear," Chloe apologized, patting Beca on the back. But her voice wavered, as if she was trying hard to hold back a laugh.
Beca coughed out the hot liquid which had parched her throat. She was definitley awake now. She felt Chloe's hand rub circles around her back and give a few pats now and then. She sighed. "Ugh. Dude."
Chloe laughed softly. "Sorry."
Beca straightened herself. She expected Chloe to take her hand back, but instead, the redhead kept on rubbing her back. In fact, when had she gotten so close? Like. Seriously. She was basically pressed next to Beca.
Beca shifted away, softly, not wanting to offend Chloe. But Chloe just shifted with her.
Not wanting to be awkward, Beca decided to - gasp - continue the conversation. "Not that I hate talking about my, uh, ass, but can I just ask you this, why'd you get me coffee?"
Chloe smiled at her. "You looked like you needed one."
"Hm," Beca replied, drinking more of her drink. "How so?"
"Beside's the eye bags and paler than usual skin? Well. You walk around like a zombie. And yesterday, you didn't even snark once during practice at Aubrey or throw her one of your less-than-polite-criticisms slash comments. Oh. And I heard you tell Amy that you'd basically die for a cup of coffee."
"Stalker, much?"
"Only you," said Chloe with a wink.
Beca rolled her eyes. "Well. I guess it's whatever. I would think that you'd be giving the other one to Tim."
Chloe looked confused. "Tim?"
"Your boy toy."
"Tom. His name's Tom. And Beca! No way. He's my boyfriend. Don't call him that."
"Right. Sorry."
"What made you think it'd be for him?" Chloe asked.
Beca shrugged. "He gets you coffee on some days of practice. But he also always held one for himself. So I'm guessing you both pretty much like coffee."
"Can I just say, stalker?" Chloe teased.
"Stalking's a two way street," Beca replied with a smirk.
"Hm. I feel flattered that you'd stalk me," Chloe said with a bright smile.
"I feel mostly creeped out," Beca cajoled.
Chloe rolled her eyes.
They stayed quiet for a moment, sipping their coffees, Chloe's hand still on her back, making circles.
It was comfortable. And it weirded Beca out. She rarely touched anyone, let alone let them touch her. Yet, here was Chloe, barely a friend of hers, touching her quite intimately, and talking with her. And yet, stranger even, was that Beca talked back, and didn't just brush her off.
(Okay. Can I just say, Sendrick? TO ANY OF THOSE WHO GOT THE TWO WAY STREET COMMENT, marry me. Now. Don't even ask. Hahahaha. Anyway, if this 3 shot gets a lot of reviews, I will, MIGHT, make it a real story with a real plotline. Basically, this three-shot just focuses, mainly, on their friendship (a bit of romance).