A/N: Hey guys! This is my first fanfic and I have no idea where I'm going with this, but it would make me super happy if some of you would favorite and follow. I might even finish this story if enough are interested (or even for myself.) Please be nice with the reviews! (: And without further notice I give to you chapter 1.
She smelled like cheap perfume and body odor. I nearly gagged at it but I decided to look pass this little hiccup because; 1. She was hot, and 2. I hadn't bumped uglies with someone in over a month and little Beca was getting frustrated (if you know what I mean.) As we drunkenly stumble to her room I feel her hands roaming my body. Taylor, no Tammy, that's not right either.. I'll just call her T, walked up to room 308 and began looking for her room key. I stood there impatiently waiting for her to find the card. She finally found it and swiped her way into the room. It was one of the single bed rooms that the cruise ship offered to the people who were willing to pay extra for their privacy, and at this moment I was happy T didn't have a roommate that could have interrupted our..activities. Once the door swung open I decided to take charge and grabbed T by the waist, crushing out lips together. After I was content that I had thoroughly explored her mouth, I picked her up and took her to the plush bed. With a little bit of effort I was able to lay her down without dropping her, she was a good three inches taller than me, and began kissing her neck. Finding her pulse point I started sucking on it, hard, and I heard a not so graceful moan come out of T's mouth. That's all I needed to continue my assault on her neck. Once T began stripping me off my purple plaid shirt my mind started growing hazy with need and want. That's when I heard her whimper, and all normal thinking went out the window and an almost animalistic desire came over me and I slowly made my way down to her waistline.
It was around 3 a.m. when we were finally content and T fell asleep in my arms. I felt almost bad leaving her but that's how I always ended these nights, leaving. It's not that she wasn't nice or not attractive enough for me to consider girlfriend material, I just have commitment issues that go to the extreme. Also having my heart broke my first year of college didn't really help. Basically what I'm trying to say is that the longest commitment I've had was with my phone plan, and even that didn't end well. So I slide out of T's embrace like a professional and crawl around the room looking for my clothes. Once I'm kind of in my clothes and put my combat boots on I feel fairly accomplished at the lack of sound that I made. I mean the clothes were thrown everywhere, it was like a scavenger hunt. I find my phone on the floor next to the bed and shine the front screen around so I wouldn't trip over twisted bed sheets that somehow ended up on the ground. I made my way to the door and twist the handle without hearing a squeak. I lift up on the handle and slowly push the door open to prevent any unwanted creaks (something I learned over the years of working on this ship.) The hallway light is blinding and I shield my eyes with my forearm as I make my way to my own room three floors down. I swing open the door to my room without caring that I might wake Jesse up. Of course he's so hung over from the party last night that he didn't even stir as I slid into my covers and fall asleep almost instantly hopefully not waking up until the afternoon.
Okay, so it's 1 p.m. and I wake up with a pounding headache and a hangover from hell. Jesse isn't in the room, he must have left to get food, hopefully he'll bring back some for me. I guess I should introduce myself, I'm Beca Mitchell. Self-proclaimed bad ass, 5 foot 2 inch womanizer who can basically bed anyone I look at. Did I mention extremely humble? Most people run from me cause of my many tattoos and "ear monstrosities," as an old friend used to call my piercings. I guess I might be too bad ass for my own good. I have worked on The Princess Caribbean for three years. Ever since I left college in the middle of my second year when I decided college just wasn't the same without a certain someone that had the gift of making me smile every day, had graduated and left. Let's just say, college lost its glamour after I lost the highlight of college. My dad was far from happy that I quit and refused to help me move to California in hopes of becoming a music producer. However, my former boyfriend and now "lesbro" decided that California was the best place for him to be in order for his dream of scoring movies to become a reality. I told Jesse that I was gay a week after I kissed him at the finals and decided being straight never really was my thing and that I preferred the finer sex. He was surprisingly cool with it and insisted that he become my wing man. So of course when I told Jesse I was moving to California he jumped at the opportunity to come with me and be my roommate to help lower the rent. After a few months of living in the heart of Las Angeles and barely getting by with our fast food jobs we went in search for a better career. What we found was beyond anything I expected. We saw an ad for a brand new cruise ship that would be setting sail that fall and it needed workers for various tasks on the ship. I applied for the DJ position they needed for the nonstop parties that would be happening on the ship and Jesse applied for the movie scorer that they needed to choose movies for the giant screen that was in the middle of the ship. We left our interviews with dreams of the future not actually believing that it could become a reality until we both received a call from the cruise ship director telling us we got the job. You could say my life is awesome. Not that I'd ever say that out loud, I'm supposed to be the brooding alt-girl. I'm 23 years old and my life couldn't get much better, or so I thought.
Its 1:30 and Jesse is still a no show. I decide to take life into my own hands and get my own food and coffee.. and maybe some Advil cause that headache still isn't gone. My DJ shift doesn't start till 11 that night so hopefully this pesky headache will be gone by then. Since I'm already in somewhat day appropriate clothes all I need to do is find my hangover sunglasses and comb my fingers through my sex hair. Opening the door I prepare myself for the light of the hallway to affect my vison momentarily and make my way to the deck where the all you can eat buffet is at. I settle for some chicken nuggets and coffee that tasted like it was made a week ago before I head back to my room. When I open the door I hear the opening credits to Jesse's favorite movie The Breakfast Club coming from our 20 inch flat screen. Being Jesse's wing woman and rooming with him for the past 3 years I know Jesse's ways of bedding women, and his favorite method is movie-cations. Always starting with The Breakfast Club and ending with Jesse's hand up some girl's shirt. Jesse however believes in the happy ending where the guy gets the girl, so normally his one night stands turn into relationships that last for months until he decides the girl isn't the one meant for him. Knowing all this and of course hearing a very feminine giggle come from my room I know that Jesse is working on getting laid or getting a phone number. So, I quickly but silently close the door in front of me and decide that maybe my pale skin could use some rays. Drinking the shit that the ship passes as freshly brewed coffee, I make my way over to one of the many pools that the ship has and lay down on the chair farthest away from anyone. Hating myself for not having my laptop to make mixes I instead plug my oversized headphones into my phone and let my mix of Titanium wash me away into my memories.
I must have fallen asleep cause the next thing I know I'm being shaken awake by a little girl that can't find her mommy. I check my phone and see that its 3:30 and flinch at the pain I'm in. My skin is as red as this little girl's hair. Realizing that I haven't replied I take off my headphones and ask her what her name is. "Sarah," she says in the cutest little voice that still can't properly pronounce the "r" in her name causing me to giggle.
"Well Sarah, where did you last see your mommy?" I ask this little girl as her lower lip starts quivering. She points over to the buffet where no one is at and I begin to worry. "Okay hun, we'll find your mom," I promise her as I grab her hand and take the little red head to the nearest communications desk. I walk up to the blonde lady working at the desk and smile apologetically as she hangs up her phone. "Hi, I Beca Mitchell and this little girl can't find her mom." I say while pointing to the munchkin standing beside me. "I was just wondering if you could call over the intercom and say her name for me?" I ask the middle aged lady who looks like she has something better to do than help me.
"Sure thing, what's her name?" The blonde woman asks me with her eyebrows raised in a questionable manner.
"Sarah, ummm what's your last name sweetheart?" I ask the girl beside me.
"Sarah Hamilton." She says with a shaky voice and watery eyes. The lady behind the desks grabs the phone beside her and pushes a button.
"Attention please, a little girl named Sarah Hamilton can't find her mom and is waiting at the communications desk in the center of the main deck. Thank you." The lady smile at me and carries on with her business.
I kneel down to the little girl and start talking, "Okay hun, I have to go back to my room do you think you'll be okay here?" I ask Sarah. That's when she hugs me and begins to cry into my shoulder. I decided my room could wait so I sit there with Sarah trying to calm the poor girl down as we wait for the mother. It's only takes mere minutes for me to hear someone running up and shouting the girls name in a pure panic.
"Sarah! Hunny are you okay? I've been worried sick. Don't you dare ever leave my side again, I'm going to have to put a leash on you!" I hear a faintly familiar voice on my right side say and I try to pry the little girl off of me. When thet's no use I decide to just pick up Sarah and turn around to stare down the mother that could ever lose her child. I stop in my tracks when I notice the all too familiar fiery red hair and sky blue eyes that left me breathless every time I looked into them my freshman year of college.
"Chloe?" I manage to get out of my mouth before I'm crushed into one of those famous Chloe Beale bear hugs. Or is it Chloe Hamilton now?
Thanks for reading guys! Like I said this is my first ever fanfic and I plan on writing Bechloe fluff, because I ship these two hard. Leave reviews please! I'll update as soon as possible.