Title: Let Me Catch My Breath Before You Steal It Once Again
Author: violentsweetperfect
Rating: M for #maturity
Pairing: Beca M & Chloe B
Chapter 1
Beca Mitchell tried to control her lips from turning into a smile as she placed the last box, consisting mostly of small appliances and cables, onto the floor; a drip of sweat trickling down and making a few strands of her brunette locks stick to her forehead. She wiped her forehead with a blue-and-white handkerchief, which she took out from her pocket, and tucked away loose strands to the back of her ears.
She took out her iPod from her back pocket and placed it on top of her desk. Then she took out her iPod dock from one of the boxes, placing her black iPod on it, to play her favorite music. She turned the volume higher and played her latest music mix.
She looked around, the walls are smaller than what her room looked like. The bed, a twin size one covered with cream-white bed sheets, was half of what she used to have. Unfluffed pillows atop the bed. Her desk, positioned to the right of her bed, was made of oak; it was an old furnishing that seems lost in the room that would be modernized as soon as she took her things and arrange them. Her clothes sat inside boxes and boxes, waiting to be put away neatly in the wardrobe built-in in the room.
She sat on the bed, anticipating the arrival of her new roommate. She had never shared a room with anyone before. It was always just her and her mother, Janice. But living with her mother was driving her insane, to the point that even college was an option (despite the fact that she would rather move to Los Angeles to pursue her dreams of becoming a music producer.) She shook her mind off her past. She was there for the chance of a new beginning, not to dwell on things that used to bother her.
Beca heard rustling and voices near the door. She waited, anxiously, for the brown door to open, for the knob to turn. As the door finally opened, two girls walked in the room, their voices fading. One was a tall, slender girl, with red hair; the other was a little taller with dark brown, almost black, hair. She wondered which one was her roommate, but her thoughts were interrupted when the dark haired girl talked.
"Hi. My name is Stacie Conrad. You are?" the taller girl said, her face twisting in disgust. Beca stood up from her bed.
"Beca Mitchell." Beca replied, extending her hand to shake the other girl's, but the girl just looked at her oddly.
"This is Chloe Beale." Stacie waved her head towards the redhead's direction. The girl smiled and took Beca's hand, gripping gently and firmly.
"Nice to meet you." Beca smiled. The girl winked and mouthed 'you too' and hesitantly let go of her hand.
"She's not always a bitch, you know." Chloe whispered to Beca as Stacie went to look at the closet space. The closets in the room were equally-spaced, placed at two sides of the room. "She just hates music that's not done by Ke$ha."
"Ugh." Beca groaned, "now why didn't they have musical taste as an option in the Housing handbook?"
The red-haired girl laughed at Beca who rolled her eyes as Stacie returned squealing, her cheeks turning pinkish from trying to control her anger. She was rummaging her purse for her cellphone.
"I can't wait til father hears about this." Stacie muttered to herself, taking out her pink, blinged-out Samsung Galaxy II to call her father. "Yeah, dad? Hello..."
Chloe pulled a chair by Stacie's desk and took a seat near Beca. A mashup of All That I've Got and Buried Myself Alive by The Used started to play on the iPod. Chloe swayed her her to the music, singing along when the words started to appear. "So deep, that it didn't even bleed and catch me..."
Surprised, Beca looked at Chloe. "You like The Used?"
"Yeah. And David Guetta!" Chloe nodded, which was the artist whose songs were remixed in the song playing before, "Stacie doesn't, though. I can feel arguments between you two brewing already."
"I'm confident I can handle whatever she brings on." Beca replied, her lips curling into a smirk.
