So after so much (lol not really) convincing and three whole days of counting dusts in my room, I made this a multi chapter fic. It's gonna be short tho. Idk. I just want to give u guys a happy ending. I get so bored, and then these ideas would just pop and then voila! Pls review. I miss writing chapters and seeing your reviews :( they make me feel better. So here it is.
xCBx
It's been a lovely evening for Beca. She finished work at the studio early, and she has no scheduled gigs until nest week. So she still has time to curl up on the sofa with ice cream and a huge bag of chips to catch up on the fourth season of Supergirl, after she's had half a box of pepperoni pizza from Domino's.
All in all, it was a good night. She wished for this alone time and now she has it. It's nice to escape the world and relax from the comfort that her couch and Melissa Benoist bring. Although, never ever tell Jesse that she has the time to watch TV shows like that but refuses to have a Star Wars marathon with him. Chloe started her on it, and it eventually grew into her.
Beca has never felt more comfortable. Her blanket is no too thick, she had matching socks (which happens rarely), and her tub of ice cream is melted enough for the liquid to just pool around but not too much that it's saggy.
Another hour is spent like that. And she's down to five more episodes 'till the finale when she heard a bang on the door. Obviously upset that her position in the couch is ruined, and she might probably not get it back, she got up to open the door.
"Hey."
The brunette was surprised as she's not expecting anyone right now, especially not Stacie.
"Wha—? What are you doing in LA?" was the first words that came out of her mouth after standing there for seconds trying to digest the situation like it's not rude at all.
"Long story." The taller brunette swayed her out of the doorway and walked inside her pad. "I need a place to crash."
Beca followed her in and saw her friend dump her huge bag on her dining table. "What is happening right now?" The brunette asked, still dumbfounded.
"I'm crashing on your couch, is that okay?" Stacie asked, already digging through Beca's half melted, half frozen tub.
"Don't be stupid, I have a spare bedroom." Beca commented, plopping herself beside Stacie on the couch. "So…uh, the story?"
"The story? Oh, right. I have this guy, who I thought was a good guy but it turns out he's not a good guy, and I basically wasted my money on an airplane ticket to see him but 'ya know, since he stood me up, I found a way to find out about his address and…it turns out he's married and he's been lying to me about being a doctor, and so yeah, that's how I ended up here. " The taller brunette narrated like everything's a recap of an episode of a tv show. "Also I've never been a huge fan of hotels and you know that."
Beca blinked, and tried not to laugh at the fact that it was just Stacie being Stacie again. The girl's got a PhD in Orbital Mechanics (not that Beca knows jackshit about that), could have any guy in the world but still dumbs herself for guys like that. She tries not to sweat it, it's her manner of living. All she can do is be there for her friend at times like this.
"Right."
"What happened to her cocky boyfriend that nobody likes?" Stacie asked referring to Mon-el, changing the topic like it's no big deal at all. "Is he dead yet?"
"No." Beca watched as the taller brunette devour half of the tub already. "You know I waited for that melt to the right temperature…"
"Yeah, it's perfect! I've never had it like thi—"
"And it's also mine, so if you don't mind. "And then Beca snatched the tub from her friend's hand.
"Boo! This sleepover sucks!" Stacie exclaimed, walking to where her bag was, got her phone and then returned to her position on the couch.
"This is no—" The brunette huffed. "It's supposed to be my alone time!" She whined, tugging the blanket around her so she could be underneath it.
"Aww, don't be a baby, Becs." She said, pinching the shorter brunette's cheeks. "Ooh! Strong wifi! Nice, Beca." She held out her phone and Beca hesitated at first.
"If…If I let you connect to my wifi, do you promise to behave and pretend like you don't exist for the next, I don't know, four hours?" She offered.
"Hm…I'll try." Stacie answered, narrowing both eyes.
It's not the answer that she wanted but it's still an answer. Beca caved in, willing to do anything that will shut Stacie up. She would let her crash but she would not allow her to gate crash her Friday night relaxation, dammit!
After what seems like thirty minutes of Stacie commenting to every Instagram post that she sees to herself, and Beca desperately trying to regain her focus on Melissa, the taller brunette raised a comment that absolutely interested Beca.
"Rebeca Mitchell, I never took you as the flower-romantic type, but I gotta give it to you, tiger, these are gorgeous."
"What do you mean?" Beca asked.
"I mean this, dude." She held out her phone to the shorter brunette's face and swiped for her to see more photos.
Beca's heart dropped. It was a picture of Chloe sporting a satisfied grin on her face, with her eyes closed, in her living room surrounded by huge bouquets and pots of red roses. 500 roses for five months. I mean, who says I'm spoiled? The caption read.
Beca swallowed hard. This is what she's been avoiding for the past five months, opening her Instagram and seeing Chloe posting pictures of their morning coffee or them in matching shirts. She's also not opening their Bellas group chat in WhatsApp, and only checking Facebook messages for super important ones and basically avoiding any sort of interaction with the redhead. She's not ready, she knows it.
"You okay?" Stacie asked, putting her phone down.
"Yeah, I um…that—that's not from me." Beca muttered.
Then Stacie jumped and positioned herself so she is facing the smaller brunette. "No shit. Really? But—Oh my god!"
All the Beca could muster was a weak, "Yeah."
"What the fuck happened?! All this time I thought you two are together. One moment you were buying Christmas trees together and like, posting photos of your matching jumpers, and now…what the fuck, Beca?"
Beca understood why Stacie directed the question to her. She know somehow that if there's gonna be a problem with her and Chloe, it would be her. She's the flight-risk one. She's the one with walls. She's the weak one.
"First of all, the matching jumpers was forced, and you all know that…"
"Mhhhmm…"
"And second, why are you all being prying bitches? I mean, why can't friends buy Christmas trees and post photos like that?" Beca explained. "You, judgmental people, how do you sleep at night?!"
"I didn't say that, you did. Honk." Stacie stated, honking Beca's nose. "Okay, fine. Maybe I thought wrong…Maybe you're not in love with Red, like you say you're not. Let's just have a little stalk, now can we? It wouldn't bother you, right? Who is this mystery person that spoils your lady, I mean—I mean Chloe."
His name is Greg and he goes to the gym at least six times a week Beca thought.
"Y-Yeah. Go ahead…find out."
"Ohhhhhkay…" Stacie looked from Beca to her phone slowly, clicking on Chloe's handle. "Ohh, she looks so cute in here…" She comments as if she's tryna interest the other brunette. Ha! But jokes on her Beca's already super fucking interested. She hasn't looked at Chloe's feed in a long time, and she's trying so hard not to let Stacie win. "Oh my god, Beca. She still hasn't deleted your photos." And then Beca froze, unable to hide the blush that's creeping its way across her face. "Wait, it's the end. He's not in Chloe's Instagram."
"W-What?"
"There's no post about him." Stacie sounded so disappointed.
"T—try clicking on the rose photo. She might've tagged him." Beca suggested. "Or…or I don't know it's just…"
"Shut up, you don't have to explain yourself." The taller brunette winked and then did exactly what she said. "Oh shit, you're right. His name is…"
"Greg."
"Yeah, his name is…Greg. Oh Beca, come in here!" Stacie bolted from the couch and caught the smaller brunette into a huge hug, which she did not appreciate.
"Oh my go— Stacie, what the fuck! Get off." She pushed her until she was finally set free from the brunette's long limbs.
"Sorry got carried away. Almost forgot how much you hated that shit." Stacie situated herself at the end of the couch and tried to straighten her blouse, recomposing herself. "Dude! I—I'm so sorry."
"It's cool, don't worry 'bout it. I'm okay." She lied.
"Good, now on with the stalking." A huge smirk spread across her friend's face as she went back to phone once again. "Oooh, shit. He's cute. Ohh, he's a surgeon. I bet he's good with his hands! Oh my god, he's hot! Nice job Chloe." Stacie continued to tease.
To say that Beca was itching to snatch her friend's phone away from her and throw it across the room is an understatement. She's boiling from where she is sitting on the couch. She couldn't take it anymore and so she scooted closer, slowly at first.
"Are you sure you wanna see this?" Stacie said first, tucking her phone to her chest.
"Fucking hell, Stacie. Just let me see!" Beca erupted frustratingly.
The two brunettes scroll down his perfectly organized feed. His feed is so neat to the point of matching filters and Chloe is all over it. There are pictures of her wearing a bikini at a fancy ass yacht, and pictures of her sleeping. All of it seems creepy for Beca. It's as if he's just flaunting her as an accessory. And the feeling is not good. Not good at all.
"Pfft. What a fuckboy." The petite commented, exhaling a huge amount of air through her nose. "She doesn't love him. She told me she still attracted to people who are rebellious, and free-spirited. And do you know any person who's much more rebellious than..."
"Dude, I get it. You're jealous. I mean, how could you not be? Look at him. He's…he's a specimen. He's a god. Just look at those teeth, and those eyes, and that abs. Man, I'd be all over him if Chloe's not dating him."
"I'm sorry, whose side are you on? Last time I checked, you're crashing at my place, and not his!" Beca said, clearly offended. "Plus, look at him. Nobody works out like that, has abs like that just for one girl! I feel sorry for Chloe…"
"Right, but you had your chance, didn't you? But?"
Beca froze again, because once again, Stacie was right.
"You have no idea what happened, okay? I—I…"
"You..you? You what, Beca? Enlighten me then. Although I have a slight idea, and would bet a hundred dollars it's because of your stupid noble reason…that you have. She's too good for me, Stace. I cannot let myself hurt her, Stace." The taller brunette mocked, standing up.
The aura is not present at all. This isn't the situation where you just cry and be miserable about your relationship problems, but somehow Beca's eyes are stinging, tears threatening to fall from them.
"Ow!" Beca hit her with a pillow. "I am correct, am I not? That's what happened? Shit, you're crying." Stacie sat down, and this time Beca didn't fight her when she lends her shoulder for friend to cry on.
"Hmmm...This is nice." Chloe said, nuzzling her face into Beca's neck. "You smell so good, babe."
A huge blush immediately spread across the brunette's face 'cause of the term of endearment. She became stiff, and her hand caressing the redhead's back stopped. They were snuggled up watching Home Alone 2 on the couch in their living room, well Chloe's living room, but Beca practically lives there, only goes back to hers to get clothes.
"I wonder what it would be like ten years from now, when we have kids and stuff. They would surround the Christmas tree there..." The redhead pointed, "And they would ask us how we met and fell in love and we'd tell them our story every year, like it's a family tradition..." Chloe giggled.
Beca felt uneasy. Kids? In love?
"Beca?"
"Yeah?"
"What do you think?"
"I think let's not worry about that, and focus on now."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean now, we're having fun now. Let's not overdo it." She said. Because although she enjoys spending time with Chloe, that includes sex by the way, and it is fucking awesome too, she still feels uncomfortable whenever Chloe would bring it up. And it's been three months of said fooling around and playing house.
"Oh, is that all this? Having fun? Am I just...Am I just a fuck buddy to you?" She wasn't furious. She was all jokey and teasing, which made Beca more scared.
"No! No, Chloe. It's not that. I...I like this. I like, doing this with you." But the redhead pouted. She cupped her face with her free hand and leaned in. "Hey, hey now."
There was a pause. The moment Beca saw Chloe's eyes, she saw nothing but love in them. And she hates herself. She hates herself because it's supposed to make her feel safe. But the amount of love in her eyes, Beca couldn't quite put her finger to it, but she thinks it's drowning. It's overflowing. It's...too much right now. And she hates herself for doing this.
"I'm sorry." She said leaning back. How could she have not seen this before? "I'm sorry..." She kept on repeating. "I can't do this. I'm...Chloe, I'm sorry."
She untangled herself from the confused redhead and went straight for the door, ignoring the questions that we spat her way.
And then the next few months that went after that was a blur. She spent Christmas and New Years brooding, trying to live as if her phone and social media does not exist. That was the last time they had an interaction and the next thing she knows, Chloe is grocery shopping with this tall, brawny guy. It's only been a month...It's only been a month, Chloe...
"I know what we should do."
The brunette sniffs. Stacie took her position standing in front of her again.
"We should call this…um, what do we call this? Let's just call it Mission 101: Get Red back."
"That's the lamest thing I've ever heard." Beca said, in between sobs. "Let's just not call it anything.
"Right, anyway. Dude, you need to man up."
"I'm not even a man."
"Well you are now! Stop it! Stop doing this. I should've known the minute I saw the huge bag of chips and tub of ice cream. Ugh, what's happening to me? And you couldn't be more obvious. I mean, supergirl, really? We are going to get your girl back, Mitchell. I'm still on this train. I'm still on team Bhloe. We can do this. We just need to get you an opportunity…"
There was a ping from Stacie's phone, followed by a light bulb above her head. Beca swore she saw one when a huge smirk dominated the face of her friend.
"Well, well…It's as if the universe is asking as to fight back."
"What the fuck…"
"Do you want to do this?! Do you want to get your girl back?"
"Yeah…Yeah."
"The girls saw my latest Instagram story and scheduled a dinner at Aubrey and Jesse's. And you're going."
"No..No! I'm not, Stace. I'm not ready to see them together."
"You don't have any choice. You can thank me later. But we're going. And maybe Chloe needs to be reminded of what she's missing."
Beca swallowed. She's in for a wild ride. No turning back now.
xCBx
Hmu people
This fic is a combination of Happier and New Man by Ed Sheeran UNINTENTIONALLY! Lol
also i switch to third person pov because it was weird to have dialogues written in second person. hope thats okay