Aw, ya'll are so nice to me :3

Welp, here's a take on a drunk Beca.

"B-B-Bbb-Bec-Bec-c-c-c-a-a-a-Beca –…word."

The most god-awful thing my ears have ever come into contact of hearing.

"Chloe," I did my best to give her the utmost of a serious expression I could gather, crossing my arms over my chest to add for extra emphasis. "What. The hell was that."

"Ch-ch-check ou-ou-t ma ma-a-a-a-a-d skills Bec-aaaaaaa~!" saying this of course while trying at a poor imitation of a rappers hand actions. This girl will literally be the death of me.

"Chloe. Quit flailing your hands around. You're gonna hurt yourself."

"You can't stop these sk-sksk-sk-skiii-ils girl!"

"Chloe. Please."

"Sk-k-k-k-k-k-iiils!"

"Spare me."

"Sk-iii-iiii-iiiiiiII~…" aaand this can go on… "…IIIIIIIIIIIIIILLLS-AAAA~~," she finally ended with a sharp G note, swiping her hands dramatically to the side. "Word."

"Chloe. That was awful."

"Oh don't act like you didn't enjoy it Mitchell," she grinned from my bed –yes. My bed. In my room. Which also happened to be in my new, college temporary residence –The Barden Bella's household. In which I also happen to be sharing with multiple other female occupants who happen to be a part of the acapella group that I was forced on sexual shower harassment to join. Forced –correct, and harassed by none other than the current woman occupying my bed. Because it was just my luck that we both happened to attend the same gym. And it was also just my luck to apparently have an unknown talent for singing. Annnnd. It was Just. My. Luck. That the girl who happened to save (or kidnap if you will) my lil' ass just had to choose to shower at the same time as me.

"M-hm. Totally." I swiveled the chair back to the focus of my laptop, continuing the mindless internet streaming. "Tell that to my bleeding ears Beale."

"Bleeding ears huh?" And I think my heart might've just died because what the fuck is her voice doing so close to my ear and how the fuck did she cross the room in three seconds flat? "Doesn't look like it DJ," her voice breathed right onto the juncture between my ear and and and andandholyfuck-

Without a moment's hesitation, I stuck my hand out and slapped it atop her face, pushing it a good arms length away from myself. "Personal bubble Beale," I said with a hopefully unnoticeable quaver in my voice. "Ever heard of it?"

"Nopef," she muffled through my hand, peeling it off and proceeding to send me the biggest shit-eating smirk around, apparently hearing the quiver. Damn it. "You of all people should know this Beca!" Stupid adorable-ly not cute at all smile that's definitely not the reason for the sudden queasy feeling in my stomach.

"Ya yeah," I waved her off, finding it best to focus all my attention instead on the website I accidently just clicked on. "Forgive me for forgetting."

"Forgiven!" And with that, her presence was retracted from next to me, returning with a couple strides and a "flop" back onto my bed. A few seconds passed before the sound of her humming began its usual rotations around the room. The oh so sweet and soothing and elegantly curving streams of notes bursting with the flavors diversely distributed hues of musi-

"Ugh," I reached blindly to the right, immediately coming into contact with the wished object. Snapping my headphones with almost fluid like movement, I quickly turned on a random pick of an opened mix before returning to the website about –strippers?

Aaand my eyes just died.

I could faintly hear my name being called as I felt a flush rise to my cheeks at the spammed pictures of completely nude women popping all over the desktop screen. I struggled to close the window, moving and brushing at the mouse pad but of course this stupid incompetent piece of shit for a laptop decided that now was the best time to freeze on me.

"Oh-ho ho Beca! No wonder why you wanted me to leave you alone!" My headphones were slid off, replaced with a pair of leaning arms. "Gotta say, didn't take you for that kinda girl."

"I –shut up!" I slammed the laptop screen down, unable to get rid of the burning sense of utter embarrassment. "It froze on me! The page –damn website spammers! Laptop sucks and I didn't –on purpose…click it…" Someone kill me now.

"Hush hush hush. You don't have to say anymore Mitchell." I peered up, only to catch her slide a wink to me. "Your secret's safe with me."

And that was it. I let my head thunk to the desk and groaned. Why? Why do I associate myself with this girl anyway? The benefits just don't seem to outweigh the cons.

"There there," she assured with the same teasing manner, patting my back for extra measures. "Let's go get a drink."

At that offer, I kind of just continued to thunk my head on the wooden table. Because the memorized script for the next ten minutes would only consist of me stating "No way in hell!" and "Leave the room!" and "Stay away from my eyeballs Beale" and "Get off my head!" and "Seduction ain't gonna work on me lady", and finally ending with an exasperated "Fine!".

So to save myself ten minutes of complete displeasure…

"Sure, whatever."

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I.

Love.

Bubbles.

The perfect, definite form of smooth, curved in all the right edges and all the right angles. Reflection, gleaming and shining the indifferent colors and cascading them unto one another. Green, yellow, red, purple –hues contrasting to the reflection of their surroundings. Able to blend into even the darkest shadows, or with contradiction to the brightest lights.

Beautiful.

Gorgeous.

"And fucking seX-AY! AmiRITE Beale?"

"M-hm," I could faintly see her head nod in agreement. Who wouldn't right? "Absolutely Beca."

"Ne he he –he HA –*hic* –he ha HE HA HA HA!"

"Whats up Becs?"

I slammed my cup onto the counter, waving over to the bartender for another round. "I just remembered -" because I DID JUs remember. "…remember when I –*hic* –I got hit by a car? That was hiLARious!"

"Mmm-hm."

"It's like, that feeling you get when you've been spinning and spinning and spinning and spinning until you stahp! And then, there's these back dots everywhere –and –and…ba-boosh!" I made sure to make the hand action to help emphasize for her. "You're dead!"

"Oh really?"

"Ye-yeah!" I sloshed around the cup in my hand, finding a small amount of humor as it overtraded onto my hands. Feels like squid tentacles. Eugh. "And then –I woke up! Andsh…you were theresh!"

"I was there-sh?"

"Yu-huh! You were there! You –*hic* –you were there! Andsh guuurl~, you looked like a fuckin' angel!" I brought the cup to my lips again, hardly feeling the sear of the drink sliding down my throat. "Makes me glad I got hit by that car y'kn –*hic* –y'know?"

"Oh, well that's sweet."

I squinted at her, hard. Why was she so blurry? S'okay though. Maybe I just need glasses. Then I'll be the ultimate DJ right? Or wait, no I'd be a nerd. An egghead. Not. The. LE GASP. EggheeeEEEEAAAAAD!

"Beale?"

"Beca, why are you crying honey?"

"Beale! Beale beetles Beale beetles beetles!" I wailed, unable to control my voice for some reason. And why did my cheeks feel so wet?"Do…do you think I'm –*hic* –I'm a –an egghead? I'm not a egghead! I don' need glasses! I can see –*hic* –I can see you as clear as I can see my flippin' butt! I swear! Scouts –*hic* –scouts honor!" I tried bringing my hand up to salute, but ended with a sharp sting across my face. Bu –wha? WhothA'FuCwould-

"Alrighty Be-"

"Who SH'lapped me!?" I jumped out from bar stool, my legs immediately swaying at the contact. "And why is there an earthquacksh or somethin'!? Chlo! Chlo babe stand back! I'll knock there hea –*hic* –heads o-"

All of a sudden there was nothing –and then, there was something. The floor to my…face? Or my face on the floor? Ehhhh. Whatevs. It hurt like hell though. Like, ow ouch ow ouch. Boo-boo wants ta be kissed.

"…es yes, she's alright. Thank you for your concern sir, I'll see to taking her home. M-hm, ba-bye."

"Beetlsh?"

"M-hm," something came under my arm and torso, heaving me to my feet. The room swam for a moment with preeety cooooolors. Then her head was next to mine, and my arm was slung over her shoulder. I looked over at her, hiccupping.

Prrreeeeetty.

"Ey Beale?" We were walking. I didn't really care where, as long as I was right next to her.

"Yes Beca?" The door was unlocked, and she was seating me into the front seat, reaching over and buckling my seatbelt, giving me a whiff of her beertiiful shampoo's smell as she retracted back.

"Um…" now she was in the driver's seat, smiling sweetly at me before starting the ignition and turning on the heat. My eyes followed her movements, frowning at everything she did. "Uuhhhh…" Wha'd I wanna tell her again? "My head hurtsh?"

No –tha wazz'shnt it. Nope nope.

"C'mere then," she motioned with her hand, and I obediently bowed my head towards her. I wouldn't mind doin anything fo this angel y'know? Her hands took my chin, tilting it upwards and brining us to eye contact. Then she leaned forward, pressing a soft, lighthearted kiss to my forehead.

A moment passed. And I had to tell her. I remembered.

"Chloe." I looked up.

"Hm?"

"You –your- you're a…you're…"

"Hah! Just say it Becs!" Voice like an annnggel...

"Chloez. You're a –" I took in a deep breath. "Chloe! I've –I've been meaning ta tell ya this. For –for a long time. Like, since lastsh –*hics* –last year. Chlo. Ma babe, ma honey biscuit, ma grandma. Chloe Beaele, you're a bubble. And –and –andz- you're ma bubble! Will ya MArRY mE?!"

Then I sneezed.

Not really sure what happened after that.

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I'll tell you what it felt like. I'll tell you exactly what it felt like.

It felt like a rabid monkey had taken the club of a beefy caveman and traveled through to the future just to bang that god damn stick over and over and over and over onto my head. Then, after that, it brought its little monkey friends to have a try –banging over and over and over and over onto my forehead.

"Oh my gersh. Chlooooeee! Everything huuurrts! UUUnnnnNNhhh! Chhlooo!"

Something shuffled to my side. Strange. Perhaps my arm is acting on its own instinct now. Mind controlled hands…he he.

"I'm guessing you're feeling sober now huh?" The voice, hot and throaty as it was whispered right into my ear, had me snap upwards, wide eyes taking in the surrounding.

"WhatheFAC –Chlo?! What –" Not in my room. "What –" Chloe's room. "WhAt?" In Chloe's bed. "WHHAT?!"

"Beca! Beca calm down!" she laughed, putting a hand onto my forehead and forcing me to lean down. After a silent struggle between two mentalities, I finally obliged (not willingly of course), lying back down for the sole reason of the sudden killer-headache (and definitely not because of the relishing feeling of sharing a bed with Chloe…screeeammzz…)

"What happened?" I grumbled. "Besides getting drunk and all…which I totally blame you for and all."

"Well that's about it Becs. You got drunk and I didn't feel like carrying you all the way upstairs."

I raised an eyebrow. "That's it?"

"Mmm-hm," she threw off the covers, purposefully shrouding it over my face. I threw a small "bitch" and swatted them off me. "You got drunk," she was pulling a bathrobe over her short shorts and tank top. "Said some interesting things," walking over to the door and creaking it open, pausing at the frame and flashing me a wicked grin.

"And we totally made out."

"A –I –ChlOE!" I sputtered, feeling the flush of heat immediately overtake my expression. "Are you serious?!"

She just slammed the door, her ruthless cackles being heard as she walked down the stairs.

"Ugh, I hate you…" was my pouted response. From outside the door, the faint words of "No you don't!" were yelled.

I frowned.

Then sighed.

Then kind of just plopped my head down onto the Chloe-smelling-pillow, totally not doing that creepy thing where the lovesick person turns there head just to take in a deep whiff of their crush's smell.

Totally not.

Not at all.

Tots not.

Crushing on this woman. On ma bffl. Ma dude. Ma sick beat. Ma girl. Ma lady. Ma whipped cream to ma pie. Ma ice cream to ma cone. Ma peanut butter to ma jelly. Ma Netflix to ma chi–

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Yeah.

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I know.

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I'm in some pretty deep shit.

Share thine thoughts wonderful people

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