Chapter Two

It had been two days since Beca had exchanged numbers with Chloe. Two long days full of over analysing, self-doubt and radio silence and it's safe to say it's killing her. If Beca was being completely honest with herself, the thought of texting or calling first didn't even enter her head, but it's safe to say that very thought has now entered her head more than four thousand times - Ok, that may be an over exaggerated figure, but she's certain she has thought of nothing else longer than five minutes other than her current predicament - and all the thoughts that follow with it.

Since making it home from the store at almost one o'clock, she was too tired and distracted to continue her mix, so just headed straight to bed. Beca fell asleep relatively quickly, and thoughts of Chloe and their prior interaction were the last thing she remembered before drifting off into a comfortable slumber.

The next couple of days were spent at work, far from focussed and constantly checking her phone. When she heard the familiar chime, all her actions were halted to a complete stop. The amount of times she was fooled by her imagination or someone else's text tone was becoming embarrassing desperate. Ever imagined how many cups of coffee one could juggle whilst fishing a phone from a pocket? None! The answer is always none, and the evidence of how true that statement was remained on Beca's black skinny jeans in the form of coffee stains for the rest of the day.

Nights were spent going over and over her meeting with Chloe, looking for any clues or hints as to why she hadn't called. It was ridiculous and borderline obsessive, but she put that thought to the back of her mind and listed more reasons as to why she had heard nothing from the redhead and why she shouldn't make the first move. These reasons ranged from both ends of the spectrum; her spectrum numbered from realistic to damn right insane.

Finally she caved. The stress and anxiety of it all was taking its toil and she had to get these feelings off her chest.


Beca had moved in with Stacie on her third week of living in the city. After gaining her internship in New York, she'd packed up and left Georgia without a second thought. Now looking back on it, her second thought probably should have been how long this internship would develop into the promised fully paid position, but she was getting by so far, and a promotion was looking positive. LA was always the dream, although she convinced herself New York was far from a compromise, but a step in the right direction. This logic was surprising sensible and optimistic; which were not the most common used words to describe Beca. But hey, new city, new outlook!

After three weeks of living in actual squalor in a falsely advertised 'clean and spacious' apartment she found a roommate add advertised in the paper and jumped at the chance. The location was perfect and upon seeing the apartment she could actually picture herself living there. Due to preventing herself from making any hasty decisions, she made a pros and cons list, and Beca feels no shame in admitting the fact that she put her potential roommate, Stacie, in big capital letters at the top of the cons column.

Eventually after biting the bullet and moving in, Stacie began to grow on her and the two of them became best friends very quickly. Both girls can admit it's not always sunshine and rainbows, Beca can be messy and that is one of the things Stacie stated as her pet hate in the ad. However, Stacie makes a habit of bringing home many loud sexual conquests at ungodly hours and "that wasn't stated on the ad either, Stace, so..." but after almost six months they are used to living together.

In hind sight, Stacie was the complete opposite of Beca; tall, extrovert, sexual, straight; these were to name a few, but she wouldn't want to be best friends with anyone else. So it was only right that Beca would head straight to Stacie in need of advice for this sort of thing. Not only did she have an extensive amount of experience in the matter, "but it's what friends are for, right?" Stacie has used that excuse on her more times than she'd like to admit, so it was about time she could get her own back.

After filling her best friend in on current events Stacie sat cross legged on the other end of the sofa beaming back at her. "Did you literally hear anything I just said?!" she huffed whilst picking her half empty beer bottle off the coffee table and bringing it to her lips. Stacie uncrossed her legs, readjusting her position, and turned to face Beca square on whilst nudging her with her foot, "I just can't believe you met someone. Never mind got her number! Like, I'm contemplating the fact that this is one of your awful jokes and I'm waiting for the punch line" Beca glared at her whilst placing the now almost empty bottle back on its coaster. "Well that's rude" she barked. Stacie laughed "Look, I just don't see what the problem is here. You like her, right?" Beca felt a blush run to her cheeks, (probably because of the beer. Yeah, it was the beer) she paused for a second and began nodding shyly "She's –I mean – Her – I ... " For fear of ruining her street cred and avoiding the verbal vomit this girl seemed to stir within her. She finished with a simple "Yes".

With that, Stacie leaned forward, retrieving Beca's phone from the arm rest and waving it in the air "Well that settles it then, doesn't it?" she smirked. Before Stacie could bring the phone to life, the short woman was on her knees lurching forward, fighting for the phone "Dude, no! Give it back" and with that the device was out of her reach, as Stacie stood on the couch cushion pushing the top of her head, so Beca couldn't get to her feet. As quickly as the phone was taken it was dropped back in its rightful owner's lap, whilst Stacie skipped into the kitchen, opening the refrigerator. Beca groaned loudly "Fuck", unlocking the screen and preparing herself for the horror of her best friend's actions.

[Beca 19:48] Hi, gorgeous. I'm still waiting on that date. Where am I taking you? Xoxo

Stacie returned back to the sofa with two bottles of beer in her hands and a shit eating grin painted on her face. Beca looked at her through her fingers that were now holding her face in horror. "That's it, I'm going to have to move back to Georgia and restart my life" she whined. Stacie chucked, shaking her head. She gestured the offered beer to Beca, who snatched it from her hand and began to drain the bottle of its liquid immediately. "Not only did you greet her with 'gorgeous' but you also ended it with hugs and kisses. If she has any sense at all, she'll delete my number"

And with that the phone chimed...

Both girls scrambled at it, but Beca was much quicker this time. Not only had she learnt her lesson, she was also eagerly curious to read Chloe's reply.

[Chloe 19:52] Beca! I was beginning to think you'd forgotten about me ;). I'm free when you are and I like surprises. xoxox

Stacie and Beca both read the message and looked up at each other smiling. Stacie squatted the now grinning DJ on the arm, "She was waiting on you all along, you dweeb!"


A/N – So this is my first fic, and I honestly wasn't expecting many views, so I'd thought I'd strike whilst the iron was still hot and post chapter two. Thanks for the follows and all that shizz, much appreciated. I'm not really sure where the story is going, I was just going to post it as a one-shot, but here we are. Also the name of this story is pretty awful, I'm trying to think of alternatives, but I'm struggling at the moment, so bear with me

I should probably state all the obvious stuff; I do not own any of the characters, blah, blah, and any mistakes are that of my own. Anyway hope you all like this chapter, let me know if you want me to continue and I'm open to any constructive-criticisms. Follow and review (That seems to be what everyone else writes in their author notes, right)

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