A/N: Hello all, here's part two aka Chloe's POV of the events! Quick note, I don't know if anyone else caught my oopsie in the first chapter, but I did so I wanted to mention it real fast. I said these would all be titled after Mayday Parade songs, but dumb me forgot that the title of the original story is actually from a Go Radio song. Silly me, but to be fair, the singer of Go did used to be a part of Mayday before going to form his own band. Anyway, so the titles will come from songs from either of the two bands...because I love them, that's why! That detail was probably unimportant to you guys, but details matter!
Anyway, on to the chapter. Hope you guys like and that I'll see you all in the next part of the series!
Ch 2.
The redhead turned off the spray of water and slid back the shower curtain. She reached out to grab and pat the towel over her body to absorb the droplets of water still on her. She then shook out her hair before rubbing the towel through the locks a few times.
She cleared the fog off the mirror and looked over her reflection for a few minutes. The young woman turned her head side to side and ran her fingers over her cheek and jaw; happy to see it was free of blemishes. Not that Chloe focused too much energy on her outward appearance, but it was still nice to feel like she looked good.
She gave herself a smile to reinforce that positivity and walked to her room. She knew Aubrey was out with Jesse – a turn of events that still made her grin with amusement – so she didn't worry about covering as she strolled from one room to another naked. It had been quite the shock for roommate the first time she'd seen first-hand exactly how comfortable Chloe was with herself.
Since that half-sputtered, one-sided encounter, it was established that Chloe at the very least must wear a towel when leaving the bathroom. On top of that, any other time in the apartment, she must, at the very least, be in her undergarments when in shared areas of their home.
She chuckled at the memory of Aubrey setting the rules before she started humming to herself as she pulled out some clothes. She continued humming the tune as she slid on a pair of light shorts and a spaghetti strap top she sometimes slept in, in case Aubrey decided to come and wake her up and didn't exactly want a full view of her roommate in her birthday suit.
Chloe stopped when she realized what song she'd been humming. Titanium.
However at the moment the song wasn't bringing on the feelings it usually did. Rather than getting worked up as would normally happen when she listened to it, Chloe instead was filled with a sense of longing as she thought of the little brunette who'd sang the song with her.
On this train of thought, her eyes went to a recent photo she'd put on her dresser. It was taken directly after their ICCA performance. Her blue eyes focused in on the center of the picture where she and Beca were. In the throngs of adrenaline and excitement, Beca seemed to have forgotten her aversion to initiating any kind of contact and threw her arm over Chloe. The redhead, never one to shy from physical contact especially when it came to Beca, had wrapped both her arms around the tiny girl and practically squished her against her body. She saw the large smiles on both of their faces and wondered if Beca's had come, even partly, from the same reason Chloe's had.
It was only seconds after this that their captain shocked them all by running into the crowd and basically leaping into Jesse's arms. Chloe had watched it with a mix of shock and envy. She wished in that moment for nothing more than to declare her own feelings as well. They'd even turned to each other at a point and the redhead had been convinced that Beca was about to tell her something; something she longed to hear. However, in true Beca fashion, the DJ chose a witty remark on what they'd just seen instead.
Chloe sighed and shook her head of all such thoughts.
She made a promise to herself as she crossed the living room that if nothing changed in the next few days, she'd drop all pretense of subtlety and just come out and tell Beca how she felt. If it didn't go the way she wished, she just hoped that their friendship wouldn't suffer.
But at the moment, she decided the last thing she would spend the day thinking about would be –
"Beca?"
Chloe questioned out loud as she caught sight of the girl's petite form rushing up towards the building. She paused at the window and watched for a moment and – yep, that was definitely her; the flowing tail of her open plaid shirt lifting being her as she moved quickly.
Ok.
Beca was coming.
Ok.
Chloe looked around for a second before hurrying from the window and back to the mirror. She did a quick check once more over how she looked.
Should she put on actual clothes?
No.
No, she decided what she had on was fine. Maybe it would even help. Lord knew she'd been as subtle as a jackhammer the last few weeks and that hadn't worked on the oblivious girl. Maybe showing a little skin would.
Then again, the girl had seen her completely naked and still never made a move.
She touched her hair and adjusted her shirt, even taking a second to cup her breasts; lifting them up and pushing them together.
"What are you doing?" she suddenly asked herself, dropping her hands and shaking her head again, "Stop it."
She shook her head again and went back to the living room. Sure that the girl would be up any second, Chloe rushed to make it seem as though she didn't know anyone was coming. She jumped on the couch and grabbed the remote going to the first thing she saw on Netflix and skipped ahead to the middle of it.
She winced when she realized it was an episode of Grey's Anatomy she and Aubrey hadn't watched yet. She made a mental note not to retain anything she might overhear, even though she didn't plan to actually pay attention to it.
After a few minutes, her eyes went to the door, wondering what was taking so long. Curious, she returned to the window and, knowing she may be visible from previous conversations that Beca would sometimes glance up to the glass to see if she could tell Chloe was home, did her best to appear as if she were just walking by. In her peripherals she got a quick look of the plaid wearing DJ still in front of the building.
What was she doing?
Was she changing her mind?
She walked by again on the pretense of heading back to the couch, this time taking a quick second to turn her head and get a full look.
She was on the phone?
Her dad, maybe?
If that were the case it may be a few minutes. As much as Beca liked to keep their calls short, the man was sometimes able to pull her into an actual conversation against her will.
With a sigh, Chloe sat down on the couch, pausing the show with the plan to press play again once Beca was at the door. She fiddled with her fingers, twirled a few loose strands of hair, and bounced her leg up and down. She told herself repeatedly to calm down and relax as she would if she hadn't noticed Beca on the sidewalk.
Grabbing her phone, she opened and closed a few different applications before tossing it to the side on the couch. She debated passing by the window again, but decided instead to pick up her phone and send a quick text to Aubrey; just to check if she was free to talk. Though she figured all of the Bella's had picked up on her attraction to Beca, the blonde was the only one she'd outright confessed to.
When Aubrey didn't answer after a few minutes, she figured she must be busy with Jesse and once again tried to just sit and wait patiently. Another handful of minutes passed, during which Chloe checked her reflection yet again, before she gave in and decided to check the window once more.
This time, she took a stance beside it and discreetly peaked out, rather than try to catch a look as she passed by. She let out a breath when she noticed she could no longer see her friend outside. She stepped completely in front of the window and scanned the area around the building as best the view allowed her; hoping that she wouldn't catch sight of the girl walking away.
When she didn't, she realized Beca must have finally gone inside.
Ok.
Good.
Now she just had to remember to be nonchalant; especially since it was likely the girl was just coming to hang out or something innocuous. She reminded herself of her promise to leave it alone and continue on like normal for a couple days.
She got up from the couch and went to the front door. She leaned against it and looked out through the peep hole searching for a sign that the girl was nearly there. The redhead was about to groan in frustration at the empty hallway but swallowed the sound when she caught sight the girl finally appearing.
Her brow furrowed in confusion as the girl paused in front of the door, hands on her knees and panting like she'd just run a marathon. Chloe noticed the patches where her black tank top was sticking to her as if she were sweating in those spots. Tank top, where did her plaid shirt go? She had definitely been wearing one when Chloe saw her outside.
That was weird.
She watched the girl mutter something to herself and bounce in place before brushing her hair back and turn to face the door. Chloe quickly hit play on the remote she still held in her hand and then threw it onto the couch. She hoped Beca couldn't hear it when it bounced off the cushion and hit the floor.
A second later a soft knock came and even though she told herself not to answer too quickly, Chloe was opening the door in the same heartbeat and did her best to act surprised.
"Beca, hi!"
Before Chloe was able to get a handle on what was happening, Beca was leaving and they had a date for the next night. She closed the door behind the DJ and simply stared at it for a moment.
"Oh my God," she said to herself in disbelief and then again a bit louder, "Oh my God!"
She hurried to the couch and grabbed her phone.
No longer caring what she may be interrupting, she called Aubrey. It rang a couple times as Chloe began pacing back and forth with her fingers twirling a loose strand of hair anxiously.
"Aubrey!" she said instantly, "Aubrey I need to talk to you!"
"What's up?"
"I just-" she paused when she heard a loud sound, almost like a groan, in the background, "What was that?"
"Oh nothing," she dismissed, "Just Jesse."
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