Greetings, gentle-viewers! I STILL SHIP BECHLOE. Just thought I'd get that out of there. Pitch Perfect 2 has come and gone, and the Bechloe feels are as strong as ever. We get confirmation that Beca is freakishly attracted to the same-sex (as usual), and we have TONS of Bechloe moments that are to die for. I swear, the writers are teasing us like a carrot on a stick. Close enough to see but too far to reach. Anywho! Here's another update! Thanks to Dragoness114 for the prompt for this chapter. And to those who suggested a couple more prompts, don't worry, because I'll incorporate those into future chapters, too. See you on the flipside!
DISCLAIMER: If I owned Pitch Perfect, Beca and Chloe would've gotten together a long time ago.
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Beca didn't know where they were, and if it wasn't for the palpable festivity in the air, she would've thought Aubrey drove them out there to be murdered.
It was noon when they finished their little performance at the seaside harbor. Their stick-in-the-ass captain allowed them (thankfully) to wear whatever they pleased due to the searing heat, but Beca, being the little rebel that she was, proceeded to wear a plaid shirt, a dark V-neck, torn jeans, and converse sneakers. She also had Aubrey's favourite ear monstrosities, and she wondered why she got a kick out of winding the Captain up. With the last note fading into the air, followed by a deafening cheer from the gathered crowd, the Barden Bellas made their way down the makeshift stage and began to wander off in different directions to avoid yet another lecture from Aubrey, who was keen on nit-picking their every performance.
Before the crowd could swallow her up, she felt soft hands slip into her calloused once, followed by a brief flash of red. Chloe led her away from a steaming Aubrey, who was beginning to go red at the sight of her team leaving her. Beca would've felt bad, if their Captain wasn't such a bitch sometimes. Seriously, she could use a little bit of R and R.
"That was aca-mazing," Chloe breathed out from beside her, and Beca cringed when she realized that their hands were still wrapped together. She subtly attempted to extract her own fingers from the mix (please let me go, pleaseletmego) but quickly found out that Chloe had one helluva strong grip. Her face was a mixture of a scowl and a blush when the redhead whirled around to smile at her and Beca grew even more frantic. "I mean, everyone loved us, and we're sure to- are you okay, Beca?"
A strangled sound left her throat and she shook her head quickly, fighting off the more intense heat that threatend to overcome her face because wow, did she really just notice that Chloe was wearing a white crop top that showed off her taut stomach and a pair of jean shorts that were punctuated by mile-long legs- Stop it, brain! "You're crushing my fingers," she gasped out desperately, and Chloe loosened her grip in response, but never let go. Dammit.
"C'mon, I see a cotton candy cart over there, and then we can ride the roller coaster," she enthused with a wide grin that made Beca want to smile in response (or throw herself over the harbor). She was led past the sea of people and towards a suspicious man in a pink apron selling pastel-colored cotton candy to the crowd. Chloe all but slammed her hands against the machine and ordered two eagerly- without asking if Beca even liked cotton candy (which she did) or if she wanted to hang out with Chloe at all (which she also did).
A couple of bucks and one sly grin from the seller later, the two departed from the cart with matching wads of cotton candy on paper cones. Chloe tore at the sweetend tendrils with her teeth happily while Beca had a more subtle approach, picking at chunks before popping them into her mouth. They tasted surprisingly good (and void of any drugs, despite her suspicions), and the things even melted in her mouth, which was definitely a treat. She watched Chloe all but nibble on her own, wondering how the Senior could act so- so- childishly, but she realized that it was endearing, so she didn't quite care.
"Beca, you don't want to eat it like that unless you want your fingers to get all sticky," Chloe pointed out with an arch of her eyebrow, and Beca found herself blushing scarlet at the words. Get your head out of the gutter! She struggled to maintain her composure before popping another chunk of cotton candy into her mouth, allowing her shoulders to rise and fall in a casual shrug (or, at least, she hoped it was casual enough because she was freaking out inside).
"I- just like eating with my fingers." Oh god, that makes it even worse. Beca decided to slam her head against the pavement before the day was done. Chloe grabbed her hand once more and began leading her through the crowd, which seemed to part at their passing until the smaller woman could see where they were headed and- oh no, oh no, oh for the love of all things pure and holy, NO.
"Beca, breathe," Chloe quickly reminded, and Beca inhaled sharply, trying to get as much air into her lungs as possible. With her cotton candy all but consumed, she had nothing to distract herself with anymore, and her fingers were growing colder by the second. "Didn't I just tell you that we're riding the roller coaster?"
"Oh, it's a good thing I'm a midget then," she began to downplay with a cringe-worthy laugh. "I doubt I'll even reach the height limit, I guess I'll just wait for you on the-"
"No, you're coming with me," Chloe interrupted with an excited chime to her already-melodic voice, something that Beca would've highly appreciated if she wasn't scared-stiff by the thought of getting on a roller coaster. Before she could even run away, Chloe was already half-dragging her to the ride, which (surprisingly) had no line (because she decided that all of the gods in the world hated her very being). When they came to the front, Beca eagerly sought out the height board, and frowned when she was above the limit by an inch.
"No, I'm barely tall enough for this ride, you've got to let me stay behind," she all but pleaded to the stocky guy who was manning the ride. Unfortunately for her bizarre self, he was too busy oggling Chloe, and something about it irritated her. She liked to believe that it was because he ignored her blatant attempts at escape, but her mind (and pissed-off heart) knew better.
"That's an inch taller, right? She can get on?" Chloe sounded hopeful (and was she flirting a little bit?), batting her eyelashes at the guy who was all but putty in her fingertips. He stared at her with wide eyes and nodded instantly at her words, causing the red-head to let out a whoop of excitement.
"Dude," the little rebel hissed at the man before being half-dragged onto the ride, and at the very front, which would be the worst seat of all. Beca would've fought for freedom if Chloe hadn't latched onto her hand until they were locked into place, and the bars were impossible for her to lift. "Oh my god," she all but screamed when the cart started to move forward at a sluggish pace. Resigned to the idea that she would never be granted her escape, she simply clutched back at Chloe's hands, feeling her palms grow cold and clammy.
When they reached the top of the hill... well, Beca lost her shit. It was so high up, and the wind was whipping her hair into a mess. She clung onto dear life, she was probably crushing Chloe's fingers at that point, and let out the most un-rebellious scream when the car took a fast-paced plunge. Everything was a blur, a mess of Beca yelling in fright and Chloe screaming in excitement and two white-knuckled hands clamped together. The brunette decided to just close her eyes, to stop herself from seeing the nauseous loops and hills of the ride, and she could've sworn she dislocated her stomach during a particularly sudden turn.
It didn't stop there. Just when the cart slowed to a stop and she dared open her eyes, she saw that the tracks came to a dead end, which could only mean... Well, shit. They went in reverse, backwards through all of the ungodly hoops, and her eyes went back to being screwed shut and her throat reverted to unintelligent screaming. At least she was still clutching onto Chloe's hand.
When the ride slowed to a stop the second time, she dared open her eyes and saw that they were back in the shed. Her head whipped around and the first thing she saw was red. Chloe's hair was blown in every direction possible and her intense, blue eyes were nearly overcome by the expanse of her pupils, dilated by the adrenaline. Beca thought that she was beautiful.
Before she could even second-guess her actions, she reached out and tucked a wayward lock behind the redhead's ear, causing Chloe to smile even wider. "You're insane, Simba," the rebel scoffed playfully. She peeled her hand away from her companion's gingerly as the bars that kept them in place throughout the ride was raised, finally giving her what she wanted since the start of the ride, but she realized that she didn't want to get up just yet.
No, she did not develope a sudden like for rollercoasters (in fact, she still saw them as devil-spawn), but she didn't mind it as much since it did give her a reason to sit hand-in-hand with Chloe... which was odd, since Chloe always held her hand for the most unknown reasons, but at least Beca finally had a reason to do it, too, without feeling so awkward about it.
"Did you like it?" Chloe snapped her out of her reverie, and she was gently pulled onto her feet. Beca dusked her jeans off absently, trying to keep her gaze as far away from Chloe's blue eyes as possible.
"No, I hated it," she snorted. "But thank you for holding my hand throughout the ride."
Chloe simply beamed, and Beca couldn't help but grin back. They must've looked like lovesick fools, standing in the coaster shed with matching smiles that were all-teeth, and they wouldn't have minded standing there for a long time... if the guy didn't stumble upon the duo and all but broke their little, giddy moment.
"So," he began, reaching forward in attempt to tame the redhead's hair. To Beca's surprise, Chloe dodged the attempt with a subtle shake of her head. "I'm George, by the way. I was wondering if you could have-"
"Nice to meet you, George," Chloe greeted before seeking Beca's hand (again) and dragging her way from the rollercoaster. The rest of the day went by as a blur. Carnival games, a pie eating contest, and several cotton candy cones later, the two found themselves at the parking lot after watching the sun set at the harbor. Chloe was clutching a balloon in one hand (nearly as red as her hair), and she had Beca's palm in the other.
"Aubrey is gonna kill us when she finds out we've been screaming the entire day," Chloe teased, leaning against the side of their van with a smile on her face that Beca wished she could capture somehow. She tugged at the balloon's string, watching it bob up and down in mid-air. Beca had her own at hand, a black one because none of the other colors suited her in particular. "This was an amazing date."
"Don't you mean day?" Beca was secretly freaking out. Did Chloe really call it a date?
"That's what I said, silly," Chloe said with a melodic giggle as she released their clapped hands before reaching for Beca's balloon. Confused, the rebel handed it over, and watched as the redhead began to tie the strings into an intricate knot. When she was finished, she took Beca's hands and covered it with both of hers, the balloons floating between them as she offered her small friend a smile. "Since paper lanterns are so overrated."
They let go, and the intertwined balloons floated into the sky.
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And there we have it! I don't think they're gonna kiss yet (or maybe I'm lying) because I want this to revolve around their friendship first, their dynamic, before letting them both sink into the feeling of falling helplessly head over heels for each other. Hold on to your horses, 'kay? It'll be worth the wait, I swear. Thank you for reading my fic! Also, I apologize for any typos. No spell-check on this computer.
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