Chloe let out a long and frustrated sigh as they grabbed their luggage, or rather, as their bodyguards did. She walked her hands through her ginger locks, closing her eyes in exhaustion.

"Chloe, your dad and I will head to the place our agent took care of. Will you come with us?" Her mom, Clarisse, asked.

"Oh, no mom. I'm going to wait for a friend. Remember Aubrey Posen? The captain of the Bellas from my senior year?" Chloe remarked.

"We recall her, vividly. At least let one of our bodyguards come with you." Her dad, John, retorted.

"I'll be fine dad. I can handle myself and my safety, I promise. Don't worry, you have your own matters to take care of. I'll catch up with you soon." Chloe responded with grace and respect as she smiled beamingly.

"Okay sweetheart, be safe."

"Yes, mom."

Clarisse and John departed from the airport with their bodyguards, entering a limousine not short after. The redhead exhaled softly in relief and entered a coffee shop. She took her phone out from her burgundy overcoat and sent a quick message to her best friend.

"Hey, Bree. We just got off from the airplane. I'm waiting in a coffee shop just beside the airport's longue. See you soon, xoxo."

Before she could put her phone back in her overcoat's pocket, her phone beeped, exhibiting Aubrey's name on the screen.

"Chlo, hey! Look outside. ;)"

Chloe's brows furrowed in confusion, but she turned her head to her left to see a group of girls smiling radiantly, holding a gigantic cloth imprinted with the words 'Welcome To Los Angeles, Chloe!' She stood up swiftly but elegantly and made her way to the girls – her Bellas. She enthusiastically engulfed each and every one of them in a hug, but she stopped as her crystal blue eyes met an unfamiliar dark blue orbs. She curiously scanned the petite brunette's face. She had a pale skin, her eyeliner is relatively thick, her jaws are unfairly defined, she smelled like strawberries and cigars and her lips are formed into a smug smirk – wait – she's smirking?

"Chloe, her name is Beca. We met her a year ago, she's Stacie's childhood best friend. I guess fate is kind enough to cross our paths." Aubrey stated.

"She's a legendary music producer. On her free time, she DJ's her own club, we could visit it soon if you fancy." Stacie added, as-a-matter-of-factly.

"Is that so? How intriguing. Hello, Beca. I'm Chloe, Chloe Beale." She said, offering her hand.

"Greetings to you, Chloe. As far as I know, you're the only daughter of Clarisse and John, aren't you? I heard a lot about you, courtesy of my dad. I'm Beca, Beca Mitchell." She responded with her signature smirk, acknowledging the redhead's offer for a handshake.

"Interesting. It's unfair, however. You know me, but I don't know you."

"Seriously Chloe? She's ridiculously famous for her music career! Can't you see the bodyguards trying to hold off the fans, who, might I say, are going wild?" Cynthia Rose retorted, pointing over the crowd, who's unfortunately growing rapidly every minute.

"Amusing, Beale. You haven't heard of me? That's new. Well, care to light my cigarette? Let's say, nine o'clock in the evening? I'll wait for you somewhere near your house." Beca uttered, her smirk still plastered all over her face.

"And based from your confident demeanor, I assume that you know my house's address?" Chloe retaliated, attempting to keep her class and to embarrass the smug brunette.

"I do. The question is, do you?" Beca retorted, her smirk growing as she noticed the ginger's flustered state. Fuck, I forgot to ask them! Fuck fuck fuck. Nice job, Beale! You are so – Chloe's mental-slapping was cut off as their Australian friend barged in their conversation.

"Uh, bitches, as much as I'd love to see ya both attempt to hide your toners for each other, which is impossible since God, you both are obvious, the bodyguards can't hold 'em wild fans any longer. We gotta go, chop chop!" Fat Amy said, pushing the girls to the airport's exit. Beca's driver opened the door for the limo and helped the Bellas go in.

However, both Beca and Chloe were left behind as the fans and paparazzi trapped them, their bodyguards being close to the word 'useless'. The crowd started asking random questions;

"Beca, who's this redhead?"

"Beca, are you guys dating?"

She didn't respond .

The brunette was making a progress in moving forward, but the ginger was being left behind. Beca internally groaned and cued her driver to go, earning confused looks from her friends. She smiled at them reassuringly and the car sped off. She told one of her bodyguards to get her Mercedes-Benz GLE Coupe and turned to her back, slowly making her way towards Chloe despite the humongous crowd.

"Okay, guys. Calm down and let's give her some space. Please." Beca calmly said with a hint of demand and authority in her tone as she held the redhead's hand, keeping her close as much as she could. As they carefully made their way towards Beca's conveyed car, Chloe looked at their intertwined fingers, impressed at how well it fit each other's (typical cliché, am I right?). She also couldn't help but look at the brunette and admire how well she handles the situation. The DJ turned her head to check the ginger's comfortability – and sapphire met cobalt once again. Beca put on her signature smirk and placed a light kiss on the bridge of the ginger's nose, causing the redhead's face to be as red as her fiery hair. The fans and the paparazzi grew ecstatic at the contact, flashes and voices everywhere.

"Beca! Is this redhead your girlfriend?"

And much to the ginger's surprise, a cluster of paparazzi knew her identity.

"Chloe, what are you doing in L.A.?"

"Chloe, did you come here to visit Beca?"

It took them a little while before they were able to escape from the hands of the rhapsodic crowd. Beca opened the shotgun's side of the car and helped Chloe enter. She walked the other way around, opening the door on the driver's side and entering in a snap of a finger. She reeved the engine and drove off, not really knowing where to go.

"Really? After I saved you from those aficionados, you'd disdain my presence?" Beca asked, her eyes never leaving the road.

"You saved me? You're the reason for the need of saving me as a matter of fact." Chloe harshly yet calmly retaliated, her face settled in looking over the tinted window, causing her crystal orbs to be dilated in awe of the breathtaking views she's getting as Beca was driving all around L.A.

Much to her surprise and dismay, the brunette pulled over and scrutinized her, not uttering a single word nor exhibiting any lucid mien on her face.

"What are you looking at?"

Silence.

"Mitchell, what are you looking at?"

Silence. Chloe sharply exhaled and briefly closed her eyes.

"I asked a question, and you owe me an answer, Beca."

The brunette let out a soft chuckle, and boy did Chloe melt as she heard her do so. Isn't she adorable and perfect? – what? No, Chloe. Focus! You're angry at her – but isn't she cute? – enough!

"Damn, you're hot when you say my name. And even smoking hot when you're mad."

The brunette's response caught the ginger off guard, her mouth was slightly agape, her eyes were awkwardly blinking continuously and her cheeks were flushed.

"My, my. How many times have I made you flustered in a span of an hour, Chloe Anne Beale?"

"Shut it, Beca. How did you know my middle name, anyways?"

"I could never get enough of the way you mention my name, either way, it's hot."

And the ginger's cheeks were burning red once again for the nth time.

"Anyways, your dad and my dad are technically business partners and best buddies. Your family owns the Beale's Industry while we own BM's."

"It's still inequitable. You know a plethora of things about me and my family while I, on the other hand, only know your company's name. My father had always discussed matters about that company, though. I remember him also mentioning that the owner of the BM's is his best bud and that he has gorgeous daughter who's – " Her eyeballs almost bawled its respective ways off of her eyes at what she had just said.

"Fuck." She inaudibly muttered, however, the brunette most definitely didn't miss that and laughed louder than she ought to.

"Then I guess you heard about me, then. Clarisse and John have the most bona fide souls, I didn't expect their daughter to be –" Before she could finish her sentence, she felt a moderate punch on her right arm. "Ow, I was going to say that I didn't expect their daughter to be this statuesque, geez."

Chloe subconsciously smiled at the brunette's antics as she playfully rolled her eyes. Beca shrugged exaggeratedly and started driving.

"Beca?"

"I'd be delighted if you'd call Mitchell, though. But, yes?"

"I fancy Becs." She paused for a moment and sighed softly. "Why did you do that?"

"What do you mean?"

"Earlier, while the shutterbugs and your aficionados were there, why did you do that?"

"Elaborate."
Damn. "You, uh, made an unnecessary contact with me."

"Oh, that. I simply held your hand, what's the matter with that?" Beca deadpanned.

Chloe, unaware of the brunette's sarcastic disposition, answered. "Not that, you dummy." How was she going to say it? Not long after, an idea popped in her mind, she wasn't sure if it was roguish or anything, but she had decided to do it anyways.

She leaned closer to the brunette and flashed a mischievous smile as she noticed the other woman's flustered state as she gazed back. She closed the gap between her lips and the brunette's nose. Beca felt her spine shiver, and she swore to God that she was still having the lingering feeling of the redhead's soft lips brushed against her nose, even though the ginger already pulled away. She was still in daze and her eyes were wide open.

"That." The redhead remarked. "I didn't know that THE badass Beca Mitchell could be this confounded over a little thing, eh?" Chloe beatifically added, giggling adorably. Fuck, those giggles aren't helping. I swear that this Chloe Beale will be the death of me.

Beca disconcertedly cleared her throat as she felt an imaginary lump in it. "I wasn't flustered at all, Beale. Don't get too ahead of yourself." She retorted nonchalantly.

"Okay then, if you say so, Mitchell." Chloe remarked.

And there was silence.

"Mind if you take me home? My parents are probably worried about me." Chloe asked, with a doleful expression on her face.

"What a sad life you have, Chlo. What are you, a twelve-year-old who claims to be daddy's little girl?" The petite brunette quizzically teased.

"Not funny, but please take me home. I don't know where I live, isn't it comical?" She said monotonously while fidgeting with her fingers. Beca just glanced remorsefully at the brooding redhead and drove her home.

After a few minutes which seemed like forever for Chloe, they entered a gate with two enormous and separate-yet-near-to-each-other abodes inside.

"Welcome to our manor, Red." Beca affirmed as she departed from the car and made her way to the other side to open the door for Chloe.

"Wait – what? We both live in a place next to place each other? But – how – when?" The ginger sardonically asked.

"I think you know why. Come, my dad told me to escort you to your place. Our parents are waiting, I would hate it to put them through the wringer, wouldn't you?" Beca sarcastically implored as she inattentively held out her hand, waiting for the redhead to take it.

They walked in comfortable silence as their hands perfectly intertwined.

"Chlo?"

"Hm?"

"Still up for what I offered earlier?"

"You're a talker, Becs. Which one?"

The brunette playfully rolled her eyes whilst smiling. "Light my cigarette? Nine o'clock. I'll meet you behind that fence, there's a magnificent scenery not far away from there, precisely a mile or two, I'll drive. I think you'll love it." She said, pointing at the woods over the fence.

"Sure, I'll just sneak out. But I don't smoke, though."

"I said 'light my cigarette', not 'want a cigarette?'." Her response earned a chuckle from the ginger, which oddly gave her a fluttered feeling inside her stomach.

As they continued walking over the dazzling garden, they reached the front of Chloe's humble abode. A guard opened the door for them and they entered, both still unconscious of their interlaced fingers.

When they entered the place, they heard indistinct chatters and laughter from the living room. The pair had heard familiar voices as they got nearer.

"Beca and Chloe! It's marvelous to see you together. We saw the both of you on the news, you girls are pretty trending all over California when someone somehow had the urge to suddenly display her affection to a friend, by that kiss on the nose. And I see that you're already comfortable with each other, huh?" Ferris, Beca's father, teased as he saw the girls' fingers entwined with each other's, earning a series of laughter from Chloe's parents.

The girls followed their parents' scrutiny and both were startled to see their hands – fingers – linked together. They peered on their hands, and deliberately looked up, resulting their gazes to meet.

"Ladies, why don't you take a seat and get to know each other further?" Clarisse offered.

They pulled away swiftly and awkwardly smiled as they made their way on the couches. Their parents chitchatted about each other's kids, and would eventually ask questions to the teenagers from time to time. They both answered as succinct as they could. As their parents talked, they couldn't help but steal revered swivels at each other, when one catches the other, they'd reciprocate an elated smile.

After what seemed to last for hours, Beca peeked at her digital watch and it was four o'clock. Her father pardoned themselves, saying that they would be taking care of something. Chloe and Beca exchanged apologetic smiles as the brunette walked out of the Beales' place.