So let's talk about how blue Chloe's eyes are.
They're really blue. Like really really blue.
Beca has been staring at them for a good hour and there is no way they can be real. They're like the marble her father mailed to her for her fifteenth birthday except for the minor fact that she had been fifteen for five months by then. He had also included a two page letter in the packet explaining the history of the factory that made the marble and the step-by-step process of making it. She wrote him back saying he should consider sending the letter to the factory because it would make a really good brochure and scribbled a thank you at the end matching the 'happy birthday' footnote in his letter.
She actually thought the marble was pretty. So she kept it. And it was kind of nice to have something for her hand to play with when she was nervous. She used to have the bad habit of biting her nails when she was anxious and the marble helped a lot with that.
Like that time when she had her first piercing. And the first time she showed someone her mix. And her first kiss.
It had sort of become her lucky charm even though it had nothing to do with bringing her luck. Things had gone wrong in the presence of the marble. But it had this calming effect on her and it made her feel like she can do almost anything.
Almost.
They're sitting in a diner and Chloe is telling her about her favorite movies. And Beca is sat there actually listening to her go on and on about them and not trying to think of an excuse to leave. It's funny because five days ago, Jesse was telling her about his favorite movies and Beca actually attended a class so that she would have an excuse to leave the conversation.
"How about you?" Chloe asks. "What movies do you like?"
Beca has to take a second to answer because her head is still stuck on how impossibly blue Chloe's eyes are. You would think that someone who sees blue eyes in the mirror every day won't be so hypnotized by another pair of blue eyes.
They're just so, "blue."
"Blue? I've never heard of that movie."
Crap. She said that out loud, didn't she?
Her hand reaches into her pocket and finds a couple of coins and a candy wrapper. Then she remembers that her marble is in her other jacket that she put in a washer a few days ago and it's probably lost forever now. So her hand instinctively reaches for her mouth but she manages to stop her fingers from going into it and pulls her hand back down.
"Uh, yeah," she says. "It's this indie movie. No one's heard about it."
She hopes that will make Chloe stop asking about it because everyone has that one shitty movie they like and they insist it's a really good movie but no one knows about it because it's indie and it didn't get the publicity it deserved.
But it's Chloe. "We should watch it sometime."
"Yeah, I don't think they made a DVD of it."
"Don't worry," Chloe says. "I know a guy who can get you any movie you want."
Well, what's the worst that could happen? One hour and forty five minutes of watching an obscure movie with Chloe?
One hour and forty five minutes with Chloe.
"Sure," Beca says. "If you can find it."
Then she immediately regrets it because she might have lost her lucky marble and that will be one hundred and five excruciating minutes of trying not to bite her nails next to Chloe.
Chloe's forehead creases. "What's wrong?"
And Beca is ready to confess that she's never watched a movie called Blue or any movie at all. What happened was she panicked because she didn't want Chloe to think that she's a weirdo for not watching movies so she picked her favorite color.
Blue.
The color of those eyes that are staring at her.
Those big blue eyes that make Beca feel like she's staring into a damned ocean.
And suddenly she feels a calm taking over her and a wave of courage that makes her think that she can do anything including lean towards Chloe and kiss her.
Which she does.
And when she pulls away, she sees Chloe looking confused but there's also a smile there.
"So it's a date then," Chloe says.
Yup, Chloe's eyes are definitely better than her lucky marble.