A/N - Completely unrelated to the first chapter but putting a kiss cam fic anywhere else just seemed stupid when this perfect place existed. This is based on a tumblr post by owlmylove (you can follow me at irrevocablyobsessive if you'd like). Enjoy!
Beca wasn't here for her father, despite his presence beside her. She was here because she'd have to be crazy to turn down tickets to the game of the season. The Bellas versus The Trebles wasn't something to be taken lightly in anyone's book. Of course her dad knew that, hence the ticket offer to coerce her into hanging out with him. Baseball however, he most certainly did not know. But she was willing to sacrifice a little bit of sanity to explain the basics to him and 'listen' to him drone on about how you would really like Shelia if you would just give her a chance. The thing with that annoyingly repetitive statement is that Beca was acutely aware that he was probably right, but Shelia is his secretary turned mistress turned wife and the stereotype is just too much for her not to mock the entire situation.
Beca was also definitely not here for the puppy looking boy beside her, who sat down all but bleeding excitement. She mutely acknowledged that someone could easily say he was attractive with his big brown eyes, perfectly quaffed hair and boyish grin - it just didn't do much for her. Unfortunately, he caught the DJ's watchful gaze after a second and his grin grew as though he'd won the jackpot.
Shit.
"Hey, I'm Jesse," he exclaimed and juggled a hot-dog and drink into one hand as he thrusted the other out for her to shake. She watched him cautiously for a second before her dad dug his elbow into her ribs and she had to refrain from rolling her eyes as she caught his hand in her own for a brief shake that achieved nothing but getting some hot-dog grease all over her palm. Awesome.
"Beca." Was the monotonous reply and yet it did nothing to deter him from continuing the interaction. Beca was kinda totally fine with that though from the moment that he pointed over his shoulder to his sister and her heart all but jumped out of her throat in an attempt to cling to the ethereal being she was presented with. The girl was kind of unfathomably pretty and kind of nothing like her brother (ignoring the matching smiles). Red hair and blue eyes which pretty much qualify her to be a Disney princess and a smile that's probably illegal in forty-eight states. She was the kind of girl that probably inspired at least three women to give in to lesbianism just on her way into the stadium this morning. Beca would have been one of them had she not been so clearly batting for that team since she was about eleven.
"I'm Chloe" She grinned with her own (actually thoughtfully cautious) hand outstretched for Beca to take. Maybe it was the fact that she completed the action carefully, like she knew how uncomfortable the small brunette can be with other people - like it's more of an option than a necessary formality. Or maybe it's just that she was ridiculously hot and Beca wanted nothing more than to know what heaven feels like, but regardless it didn't take a nudge from her father for their palms to meet happily over her brother. Her brother who was still smiling at the brunette like it was Christmas but also seemed to be a little confused as to why this stranger and his sister were continuing to hold hands and stare at each other a little too long across his body. Beca let go quickly and pulled back into her seat, staring forward with way more intensity than was casual but was necessary to stop her from letting her gaze drift.
She could feel her dad grinning beside her and whilst she wanted to punch it from his face she decided to feign ignorance instead and just enjoy the game.
That plan lasts about two seconds before the puppy - Jesse, she tells herself - decided that the two of you need to be intimately acquainted with one another before the game is over. Beca knew - she knew - that if it weren't for the comical gestures and winks that she was receiving from the redhead behind his back as he told another animated tale she would have turned around and ignored him, or perhaps just nut punched him into silence. As it was however, she endured his story with small smiles, nods of understanding and committal sounds throughout in shows of understanding his stories that seem to entail his entire life. She had all but fallen asleep by the time Jesse took the break in game play to go to the bathroom. It was a little weird that the brunette's dad left with him to 'take a leak' but at this point he had learned enough about the boy to practically be his dad too and Beca was glad for the break.
"Sorry about him. He gets excitable around pretty girls" The redhead didn't really look too apologetic. If anything she looked like she's fending off a grin at the sight of Beca so close to losing her shit and moving to any free seat available. Also, was that a compliment? Does she think I'm pretty? Shit, she's smiling. Speak.
"He's usually like this?"
"Yeah, except they usually get excitable back. You're whole demeanor is ridiculously refreshing"
"I can't say I've ever heard that one before"
"I could say a lot of things you've never heard before" Beca wasn't quite sure how that managed to be a line, or how somehow Chloe had pulled off such as sultry tone that she lost all feeling of her legs as every ounce of blood rushed to her brain to try and comprehend what breathing actually was, let alone how to complete the action. She didn't have time to respond though, nor did she get a moment to bask in the glory of the redheads wink before she was once again crowded between the two chatterboxes and their attempts to capture her wavering attention.
The real trouble of the game didn't really begin until hoots began to echo around the ground and although Beca knew exactly what was beginning she looked up to the screen anyway and watched the couples getting coerced into kissing. She didn't really have too many issues with the display – it was tradition at this point and some of them could even be pretty funny when they go awry, like in the moment that the camera fell upon an unknowing Jesse and Chloe.
Beca wanted to laugh, and she did a little bit at the shock on their faces because no, they don't look alike, but there is something so similar about them that she was a little shocked it hadn't been picked up on by other people. She didn't really get a chance to properly laugh though because beside Jesse and his nervous chuckles Chloe was smirking and then she was leaning across his body to Beca and holy fucking shit on a stick she was kissing her.
There are a few defining moments in people's lives. Beca would count her defining moments as the minute her dad walked out on them, the second of realisation during a particularly brutal game of seven minutes in heaven that she was 'hella gay', and now the moment that an ineffably pretty redhead made her head feel like it was going to explode in ecstasy. The raucous cheers surrounding them weren't enough to pull Beca from the moment (her moment), in reality it wasn't until she heard a particularly uncomfortable squeak from the puppy that she remembered herself and carefully reined herself back in.
"Well that was certainly a curveball" Echoed around the stadium from the lips of the commentator and the brunette couldn't agree anymore, although she wasn't complaining, my god was she not complaining. She wouldn't complain later either when the siblings switched seats, or when the Bellas kicked Treble ass, or when Chloe leaned in slowly for the second time and made her promise to call her because she wanted to show Beca her 'home run swing' (which, for the record, was definitely major league level).
