Um, wow, thanks for the positive feedback, guys. Didn't expect people to jump on this story so quickly. I really wanted to read a story about Beca and Chloe moving in together, but there wasn't any, so I decided to do it myself.
Enjoy~
"Let's go to a bar," Chloe stated, staring up at the ceiling.
"What?" Beca frowned, turning her head to look at Chloe.
"You heard me. A bar. What else is there to do today?" Chloe told her.
"Chloe… It's 2 PM. Who goes to a bar a 2 PM?" Beca said, incredulous. "Let's do something useful instead… Let's go to Ikea."
Chloe groaned, turning onto her stomach. The two girls sat in their newly purchased apartment, with nothing but boxes and boxes of clothing and personal items. They weren't able to bring over any of their old furniture because they belonged to the Barden Bellas, and Emily needed them for the new wave of Bellas that she'd be bringing in. Beca figured that buying furniture was a smart thing to do.
"I still think we should go to a bar," Chloe argued.
"We don't even have beds to sleep on," Beca shot back, a smile playing on her face.
"That's O.K, I don't need a bed. I like sleeping on disgusting, urine-infested carpets. You can just sleep on me, I make a pretty good bed," Chloe laughed. "Some people say that my boobs make a good pillow."
"Oh yeah? You weirdo… come on, let's go so we can make it back in time," Beca said, laughing at Chloe's childish suggestion. She didn't take note of Chloe's underlying tone in her voice, and simply pegged it as her generally bubbly personality.
"Ooh, what about that one?" Chloe exclaimed, pointing at an oddly shaped chair. "We can buy a couple of those for the kitchen table!"
"It looks like a dick," Beca stated, moving on to the next group of furniture. One thing that Beca loved about Ikea was that they set up the furniture in a way that she could just copy the way that they set it up and not worry about the table not matching the chairs.
Beca and Chloe walked down the path that the employees had set up for the customers. Beca held a pencil and a piece of paper that she used to mark down the ID numbers of furniture that she liked so that she could pick it up later. Chloe trotted along, swinging her basket of random and unusual products that she had picked up along the way.
"Beca, how do you feel about bunk beds?" Chloe asked as they reached the bedroom portion of the store.
"I loved them… When I was five," Beca said, turning to look at Chloe who longingly looked at a black wooden bunk bed.
"Well, we only have two bedrooms in the house. I figured we could just double up on one and use the other as a guest bedroom or whatever," Chloe shrugged. She did have a valid point.
"If we get a bunk bed, we have to get the queen sized one. I refuse to sleep in a twin bed," Beca pouted, not jumping at the idea of sharing a room. She loved Chloe, but she also loved her own space. "I also get to sleep on the top bunk."
Chloe squealed. "Deal!"
Beca quickly jotted down the ID number of the black wooden, queen-sized bunk bed on her little notepad. "I'm going to regret this later," she mumbled to herself.
"Come on now, before we completely empty our banks," Beca shouted to Chloe, who had found her way towards some very artistic and unconventional desks. Chloe's head whipped around, her ginger hair flying along, before her freakishly blue eyes landed on Beca's own dark ones. She gave her a grin as bright as the day, and Beca couldn't help but melt a little inside at her best friend's own puppy-like behavior.
"Damn fucking Ikea instruction manuals… Do you know Swedish, Chloe?" Beca complained, examining the piece of paper that had come with the bunk bed.
Chloe nodded and let out a string of gibberish. Beca's eyes became wide and her mouth dropped open, surprised by the new piece of information.
Chloe rolled her eyes. "I don't know Swedish, you goose."
Beca frowned. "Oh. Well now what?"
"I'm an expert at this," Chloe assured Beca. She got up, taking off her sweater and throwing it to the side in a very serious manner. She rubbed her hands together and wrinkled her face into the expression of someone in deep in thought. She picked up two pieces of wood in her hands, fitting them together as the image in the manual illustrated.
By the time that Chloe had finished with her improvisation, Beca had returned from her run from the store. She walked into the bedroom and handed Chloe a strawberry smoothie.
"For all your hard work, captain," Beca saluted. "Time to test out this bed."
Chloe hadn't fitted the new mattresses into the bed, but that didn't stop Beca from climbing up the ladder and into her new bunk. She sat there, cross-legged, sipping her smoothie. She rocked her bottom, causing the bed to shake.
"I'm pretty sure beds aren't supposed to make that noise, but good enough. At least it stands," Beca decided, giving her approval.
"Whooo! Now can we go to a bar? It's 9 PM," Chloe pouted, taking another sip of her well-earned smoothie.
"Fine, you overly social person. Let's go to a bar," Beca gave in, climbing off the bed and down the ladder. She didn't like to admit it, but she was willing to do just about anything to make her friends happy, even if it meant going to a boisterous bar after an exhausting day. Beca was like that a lot. She liked people to think that she was tough and badass, but Chloe knew that she was just a big ol' softy.