She hadn't thought this through, and now Aubrey had given her control. Aubrey Posen had given Beca Mitchell control over the Barden Bellas.
Chloe was standing so close to her suddenly and before she knew it an ache exploded through her veins. Beca's heart was pounding louder than her beats through her headphones.
She ached to reach out and touch her. She had removed her nodes and no one had known. No one had been with her in the hospital.
It looked like it still hurt, like she hadn't healed yet; in more ways than one, Beca thought. Beca was probably responsible for half that pain.
She wanted to reach out and touch Chloe, hug her, stroke her hair and feed her ice cream. Beca had had her tonsils removed as a kid and they stuffed her full of ice cream because that was supposed to help with the swelling and stuff and suddenly her heart pounded too loud for her to realize she just mumbled her thoughts out loud.
Chloe looked at her with one eye-brow up. Half the Bellas were almost out the door, mainly because half the room was covered with vomit. Jessica handed Aubrey a towel because there was still a bit of vomit on her chin, and Amy loudly suggested that they'd meet in the pool in an hour to cook something up good enough to set some aca-balls on fire, to which the others nodded yes.
But Beca stood frozen, only half hearing their plans and somewhere far in the back of her mind she thought about the songs she had thought of before. Before. Before she had hurt Chloe. Before she had decided to come back and face them.
Before she had mumbled something silly out loud.
"What?" Chloe quietly asked, arms crossed and eyes blue and cold, fixed at Beca.
Beca couldn't move, couldn't talk, couldn't break eye-contact with Chloe. It felt like fire and ice rushing through her blood and over her skin, like a fever she thought.
"God damn it Mitchell say something, say anything" but nothing came out, she opened her mouth a bit and tried but it didn't work.
And then Chloe full of surprises Beale had a slight smile on those gorgeous lips and Beca suddenly felt herself taking a deep breath, the first one in a while.
"You want to feed me ice cream?" her tone sounded amused but also unsteady, unsure, like those were her first words after surgery.