A/N: Thank you to all who have read the first chapter! I really appreciate you guys for taking the time to read my story. Also, I'm trying out a different format with thoughts and other non-dialogue things being bold and italicized. Anyways, on with the story.
Chloe's head was pounding and she instantly regretted drinking that much last night. What happened last night anyway? Where the hell am I? She wondered as she quickly sat up and took in her surroundings. She was in someone's living room and the scent of bacon came in from the kitchen just down the hall.
Oh god, did I go home with another dude? She began hearing the faint sound of singing, a woman's beautiful singing. She recognized the voice as the brunette she met before she got completely wasted, but what was her name?
I'm talking loud, not saying much
I'm criticized but all your bullets ricochet
You shoot me down, but I get up
The singing got louder as the brunette began getting more into the song. God what was her name? Did I sleep with her? Panic rushed through Chloe, should she go in the kitchen and talk to the brunette? Wouldn't that be awkward? She quickly decided against it and grabbed her phone, her purse, and her shoes and made her "walk of shame" out of the home.
Chloe walked a few houses away before pulling out her phone to get some guidance home. She grabbed her phone out of her pocket when she realized it wasn't even her phone. Damn it, grabbed the wrong phone. She thought, kicking herself for rushing out of the house without even checking whether or not she even grabbed the right phone.
Only one thing to do, Beale, reverse the walk of shame. If "the walk of shame" wasn't awkward enough, going back into the house is even worse. She quietly opened the door and put her shoes, purse, and the stranger's phone back where she found them to make sure it seemed like she planned to stay and not walk out without an encounter.
You shoot me down but I won't fall
I am titanium
You shoot me down but I won't fall
I am titanium
Well here goes nothing. Chloe thought as she walked into the kitchen when the brunette was beginning to finish her song. Chloe couldn't think of a better way to let the brunette know she was there so she just joined her for the final lines of the song.
You shoot me down but I won't fall
I am titanium
You shoot me down but I won't fall
I am titanium
I am titanium
Beca tensed up when she heard another voice singing with her and she stopped for a moment to figure out who it was. She turned around a saw Chloe standing there singing her heart out and Beca couldn't help but join back in to finish off the song.
"So you can sing," Chloe stated after they finished the song.
"Well, I'm not that good but I pretend to be good at it," Beca joked, earning a small giggle from the redhead. God, I love the way she giggles, I mean what? No, she just has a nice laugh, that's all.
After a few seconds of silence, Chloe could barely breathe due to the awkwardness in the air. "So, uh, you cook too?," Chloe asked trying to make the situation more bearable.
"Uh, yeah I kinda do, I mean its edible and it probably won't kill you," Beca said sarcastically, "but come and take a seat, I made bacon and eggs for two." Beca led them to the dining room and they took seats opposite from each other, thoroughly enjoying the meal Beca made.
After digging in to their meal, Chloe was relieved to figure out the brunette's name, with a little help from a framed picture hanging behind the brunette that had her name on it, which was probably made in elementary school judging from the quality of it. "That's a nice picture you drew there," Chloe noted, "when did you make it?"
"Last year." Beca replied seriously.
Chloe bursted out laughing for just half a second before she slammed her mouth shut, not wanting to offend her friend, or lover, or whatever they "were," Chloe still wasn't sure.
"What?" Beca asked, curious as to why the redhead laughed.
"It's nothing, never mind," Chloe quickly replied, she didn't want to ruin whatever they had together before she even knew what they had together.
Beca looked behind her, saw the picture and looked back at her giggling guest. "Oh, it does looks like shit, doesn't it?" Beca laughed.
"No-no, Beca it-it looks beautiful," Chloe tried to say as she was still trying to hold in her laughter but failed when Beca's contagious laugh made her join in. "I'm sure you are amazing at something else, maybe not drawing, but something else," Chloe reassured her as she finished her meal.
Chloe offered to put the dishes away when Beca stopped her saying, "You're my guest, I'm not going to make you be my servant." As Beca began putting the dishes in the sink, she asked, "So how's your head? There is no way you drank that much last night without a killer hangover."
"Yeah it isn't the greatest feeling in the world," Chloe replied, "Uh, can I get an Advil or something?"
"Yeah of course, there is a bottle on the counter by the sink," Beca said as she finished clearing the table.
Two Advil's later, Chloe spoke up saying, "Thanks for the Advil, and thanks for last night."
"No problem, I needed a workout anyway. I'm used to dragging Jesse's lifeless body back into his house after parties but I'm glad I dragged yours as well this time," Beca joked, "I guess I found myself a new friend. Oh, and thanks to you as well, you made that party bearable with all your drunken rants."
Chloe smiled, Friends, I guess I didn't sleep with her after all.
"So, uh, you want a ride home or something now that you are all sobered up?" Beca asked, interrupting Chloe's thoughts.
"Oh, Aubrey is going to kill me," Chloe sighed, "I was supposed to go home with her after the party."
"Are you two like, uh, you know..." Beca began.
"What, like dating? No, she is my best friend and I'm staying with her for a while since my parents are out of town for the month." Chloe replied, "Speaking of which, she probably blew up my phone trying to find me last night." Chloe grabbed her phone and saw the lock screen which was filled with texts and missed calls from Aubrey. She unlocked her phone and quickly read the texts that were sent.
«Aubrey: Hey where are you?»
«Aubrey: Pick up the phone Chloe»
«Aubrey: Are you drunk right now?»
«Aubrey: God damn it pick up Chloe»
«Aubrey: Are you even still at the party?»
«Aubrey: Jesus, Chloe where the hell are you?»
«Aubrey: I'm coming to look for you, I swear to god if you left with another guy»
"That's not good," Beca noted, "we should probably get you home, your friend probably hasn't slept all night."
"Yeah, I am in some deep shit..." Chloe sighed.
A/N: I'll be honest, I didn't like this chapter but I was struggling with tying my major points of this story together. But thanks for reading, and thank you to those who left reviews, I promise this will get better.
Also, I'm not sure if the new formatting looks better but it might help with differentiating dialogue and thought. If it bothers anyone, let me know and I'll change it.
