Alright I go this. Just walk, initiate step one and two, and let the instinctual ways of nature take its natural role.
Sucking in a deep breath, I began my stiff walking towards Chloe's bedroom, traversing g up the stairway and through the hallway. Breath in breath out, I'm not nervous. I'm not! I just…need to breath –hand raised I laid it lightly atop the doors knob, allowing a moment to pass before finally (fuck it all) shoving open the door.
"Oh hey Beca!"
And there she was, standing innocently while ruffling through her wardrobe. And there I was, well-planned and practiced plan burned and flushed down the toilet because for fucks sake Chloe Beale was naked. Naked.
As in, no clothing covering that gorgeously sculpted, toned and curved in all the right areas and all the righ-
"…hi," I greeted after a few seconds, then slumping my head down to stare down at my feet. "I think my innocence just died."
"Oh my god Beca," I heard her laugh out. "What are you, a five year old? Get in here and close the door already."
I listened obediently, head still slumped to the suddenly really interesting looking wooden floor as the door was slammed shut and my forehead was thumped against the doors frame.
"Chloe, I think I'm gonna make you an "I'm naked don't come in" sign to hang up on your door for your birthday."
"Very thoughtful of you Becs," she was still shuffling around, footsteps being heard crossing the floor. "But I'm pretty sure you're the only one that'll benefit from that so called gift of yours. You should tots just get me a strap on or something instead. Way more useful right?"
"Well, that would be true if ga-"
Gay.
If she was gay.
Did she just…
Yeah okay what the fucking hell just happened?! Is she gay –okay well obviously she's gay and oh my god. OMGEE. Holy –what do I say? What should I say!? Okay no. No no this is fine. Just roll with it. Go with the flow. It's fine, everything's good. It's good. It's –wait…but this is perfect right? I –I can tell her. I can tell her! But –no. No bad idea. I'm too –this is too –I can't breathe oh my god. This isn't a good idea and I shouldn't have drank that milk and maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea to just walk out of the room no-
"Beca?" her voice was right behind me, a warm hand placed on my shoulder. "Hey, you oka-"
"FuuCK!" I threw my hands up into the air and turned to face her now half naked form. "I'M GAY TOO! LET'S GO ON A DATE AND TOTALLY MAKE OUT CUZ' I'VE TOTALLY BEEN CRUSHING ON YOU SINCE LIKE FOREVER."
"…"
"…"
"Oh…"
Fuuck…
"Sorry sorry!" I rushed on, twirling on my heel around and hurrying to get out of the room with my sweaty palms. "That was bad. Fuck that was really bad so I'm just kinda' gonna skedaddle on out of heEEEK-"
"Hold it there Speedy Gonzales." Of course when she says it like that, grabbing at my wrist and twisting me around to face her clearly, duh I'm gonna pretty much freeze in every movement possible. "Let me speak hm?"
"…yeah…" said simply despite the sporadic thumps of my heart at the moment, not to mention obvious burning blush racing up my neck and face. "Okay."
Her hand then came up to cup at my jaw, thumb beginning to rub circles at my cheek bone. "Beca," Fuck this is gonna be a really painful rejection… "I really wasn't planning on telling you this in only a shirt and underwear…" she chuckled lightly, offering me a sweet smile in which I of course returned with a nervous smirk, literally dying on the inside. "…but…" Jesus I'll be eating ice-cream for days… "…I…" Carton after carton after carton whhhyy am I so stuppiii-
"…like you too. For a like, a really, really long time too."
My mouth dropped open, and I think I just kinda stood there gaping at her while she just smiled and snickered.
"You gonna say anything?"
Uhhmm…
"C'mon now Becs, take a deep breath now."
"Uhhhmm…"
"You can do this…"
"Kiss!" I gasped out, not realizing that my breath had been sucked the entire time frame of this conversation. "Do you –would it be –should we –awkward as fuck but –can I-"
"Hush," her finger stopped me from saying anymore, coming to put it gently over my rambling words. Then she was stepping closer, leaning closer, nose nearly touching with mine. "You, are so adorable," she whispered, hot breath washing freshly over me.
"Aca-scuse m-" but before I could finish the poorly though out statement, I was being pushed backwards, stumbling gracelessly over the heels of my feet. Back banging hard against the door, she was towering over my shorter frame, fully taking advantage of her height as my hands were pinned above my head, eyes piercing into my thoughts as she stared me down.
"Aca-excused.
"Holy fuck," I breathed out, darting down to get a glimpse of smirking lips before glancing back up. "Um…you're pretty close…"
"M-hmm," she was leaning forward, cueing cardiac arrest that was soon to come. "You're also very tensed. Nervous?"
I tried to laugh, but it came out more like a deranged animal cough. "No."
"Really? Ever been kissed by a girl before?"
"…no."
"Well," and we were now centimeters apart. "I'll be happy to be the first." Millimeters apart, nanom-
Soft and warm and hot and chilled at the same time, our lips were connected and chests burning against each other. My heart was uncontrollably stuttering, sporadic and erratically thumping against its barrier as her tongue was worked into action. Obviously I let her in, and obviously I could've fainted from pleasure then and there but I didn't because fuck everything about this felt so good and so right and –
And.
And.
I quickly unhooked my hands from her grasp, bringing them down to blindly push her away as my mouth was contorted upwards and back down to let out a tiny "choo".
A. Fucking. "Choo".
I sneezed. For Christ's sake. Who the fuck sneezes in the middle of making out for the first time?!
"I –oh my gosh I'm so sorry Chloe! I swear that wasn't on purpose and –hey. Hey! Don't laugh at me woman!"
"I can't –I can't Beca!" she was clutching her stomach, kneading over as she cackled on. "Oh my god you're adorable! Oh gosh I'm crying! You're just –so –cute!"
"I," stomping a foot down and crossing my hands over my chest. "Am not cute."
"You're pouting right now!," she wheezed out. " Beca that's pretty much the definition of cu-"
"Don't Don't even say it Beale!"
"Beca I hate to break it to you," she chuckled, apparently now beginning to catch her breath. "But the way I see it, you're pretty much the sweetest, cutest little bunny I've ever seen."
Bunny? "Bunny? What the fuck Beale?" Nevertheless, yes, I was blushing. Hard. Like, embarrassingly hard. "I'm pretty much the definition of a badass motorcycle riding bear."
"Oh 'cmere you lovable little motorcycle riding bear thing you." I begrudgingly allowed her to pull me into a half hug, wrapping an arm around my neck and pulling my close to her shoulder. "You, are nothing but a delight. Would you, Beca Mitchell, like to take up the honor to be my girlfriend?"
FuCK YA!
OH GOD YES!
IN YOUR FACE TOM!
OHHHH-HO-HO-HO YEEESSSS!
…
"Sure. Sounds good."
"Good," a finger slid under my chin, pulling my gaze upwards to stare into those alluring blue orbs of indefiniteness. "Now, about that date?"
"Oh yeah! Hurry up and get your pants on Beale, totally got the best place in mind!"
"Alright alright I'm coming, calm your tits."
"Gurl," I put on my most deadpanned expression. "My tits are calm as hell. Now let's go already!"
She looked at me, then smiled one her sweet little smiles. "Adorable."
"I am not ADORAB-"
…
She always did know how to shut me up.
…
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