The brunette had taken over Chloe's mind for the last 4 days. Every thought she had somehow managed to make its way over to the shorter woman. Every time she was out and about, she swore she saw Beca wherever she went, this having nothing to do with the fact that she may or may not have been out intentionally looking for her.
Chloe couldn't help the fact she was so curious about the brunette. She had met many homeless people in her days of volunteering, but none of them being quite like Beca. None of them had that sarcastic; I don't give a fuck attitude, and none of them being even half as confident as she managed to be. Chloe had decided she needed to know more about this girl, so when she was out and about intentionally looking for the brunette, but not quite expecting to find her, she found herself startled when she was stopped at a red light and there was a light knock at her window, she was excited yet shocked when she saw the shorter brunette on the other side.
"Well hello there," Chloe rolled down her window and smiled.
"Hello to you as well," The brunette smirked. "What brings you down here to the dumps today?" She raised a questioning eyebrow.
"I just had some stuff to do, for work." Chloe smiled as lied to the brunette. "What about you?" Chloe wanted to kick herself when she realized what she just asked, knowing the obvious answer. The brunette smirked and lifted her cup of change.
"Trying to save enough for a 4 course meal, you know the usual." She sarcastically said.
"Did you want to grab lunch?" Chloe suddenly asked, without thinking. This was it; this was her chance to get the smaller woman alone. "It's on me," she smiled.
"Um, I'm good thanks," Beca smiled nervously, not sure why the red head was being so nice to her.
"I insist," Chloe tried again.
"Are you this nice with all homeless people? I mean it's one thing to give them money for lunch, but it's another to let them in your car and actually take them out." Beca raised an eyebrow.
"Oh yeah, I do this all the time," the red head lied again. She smiled at the brunette as she looked at her funny. "I promise to take you somewhere good?" Chloe asked nervously. Both girls suddenly looked behind them when they heard cars honking at them.
"The lights turned, you better go." Beca gestured towards the now green light.
"I'm not taking no for an answer, I'll sit at this light until you get in." Chloe said, even shocking herself with her forwardness. The brunette stood there for a good 10 seconds listening to all the cars honk, when she realized the taller woman wasn't fucking around, she shook her head and quickly ran to the passenger's side and climbed in.
"You really don't take no for an answer huh?" Beca smirked. The red head shook her head and drove off.
"You haven't seen anything yet, I can get pretty persuasive when I don't get what I want." She winked at the shorter woman, immediately regretting it afterwards wondering what the fuck she was doing with this girl.
"Can't wait," Beca murmured to herself as she rolled her eyes.
The 2 girls grabbed some take out and pulled up in front of a park. Both of them grabbed their lunches and made their way over to a picnic table.
"Thanks for this," Beca said gesturing towards her lunch. "Just so you know, I hate accepting things like this from people." Beca sighed as she grabbed her fork and started playing with her noodles. The red head raised an eyebrow and gave the smaller woman a funny look.
"You know, I don't think I've ever actually heard anyone homeless ever admit that. I mean, I expect they all hate taking change and food just as much as the next person does, but I've never heard any of them say it aloud after I've given them food, or change." The taller woman said.
"Yeah, well I thought we established that I'm not like everyone else." The brunette smirked. This was it; this was Chloe's chance to dig up a little bit on the brunette. Just as the red head went to open her mouth to speak, Beca beat her to it. "So, what's your story?" She asked, making the red head choke on her own saliva.
"M-my story, what do you mean?" She did not expect the brunette to ask the very question she had been waiting to ask her.
"Well I mean, everyone loves you at the shelter, everyone I've asked about you has had nothing but nice things to say about, it's like they all know you on a personal level. You've given every single one of them change on more than one occasion, plus food, it makes me wonder what a girl like you does for a living to make all this extra money to give away." The brunette raised an eyebrow.
"So, you've been asking people about me then?" Chloe smirked when she saw the shorter woman's cheek's turn a deep shade of red.
"I well…I…" Beca was having trouble forming a proper sentence. The red head laughed at the brunette's embarrassment and decided to give her a free pass.
"I am a movie producer, so yeah I do okay for myself. I make enough to support myself and help others around me." Chloe smiled.
"A movie producer huh, Produce anything big?"
"Yeah, quite a few things have you seen…" Beca quickly cut the red head off.
"Let me stop you right there before you go listing off movies. Aside from the fact I'm homeless and don't really get a chance to see any movies, even if I wasn't homeless, I still wouldn't go see them." Beca smirked when she saw the red head's mouth drop.
"You hate movies?" She asked.
"Yep, for a while now, it uh, it used to be something my mom and I would do together." Chloe saw hurt appear in the brunette's eyes after speaking that sentence.
"Why did you two stop?" The red head frowned.
"We stopped because she died, and you can't really watch movies with a dead person, can you?" Beca forced a small smile. Chloe could tell she was attempting to hide her true feelings.
"I'm so sorry to hear that Beca, how old were you?" Chloe asked cautiously.
"Hey now, if we're going to ask questions, this better be one of those games where I get to ask one, and then you do." Beca smirked, knowing the red head wouldn't disagree.
"Okay, that's fair. What do you want to know next?" Chloe asked.
"Why homeless people," Beca immediately said.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, why are you donating all your money to homeless people, why not other charities like most people do, like cancer, or AIDS." Beca raised an eyebrow.
"You just answered your own question." Chloe smiled. "I do it because, most people are donating their money elsewhere, and I think most homeless people are misunderstood, and everyone should get a second chance at living a better life." Chloe answered honestly. "Okay so my turn to ask now, how old were you when your mom died? If it's too hard to talk about I apologize and you can just tell me to shut my big mouth." Chloe immediately started to blush when she saw Beca's signature smirk creep her face.
"You're adorable when you're unsure." Beca simply stated, laughing when she saw the red head's face scrunch up.
"Shut up," Chloe let a small giggle out.
"I was 17 when she died, she was uh…she was mugged… by a homeless person." Beca's eyes darted down to her food and Chloe could swear she saw tears forming in them. "She went out to get me some cough medicine, because I was sick and she insisted. I guess when she was walking to her car, a homeless man held her at knife point and well, the rest you can figure out." Beca sighed. "I had to move in with my dad after that, and we never got along, so it sucked pretty badly." Beca finished.
"Why didn't you guys get along?" Chloe frowned, she knew the brunette had to have lived a hard life being in the position she's in now, but she never expected to hear what she had just heard.
"Hey, it's my turn now; don't forget the rules of this game." Beca jokingly reminded her, trying to give the situation a better light. Chloe giggled and shook her head.
"You really are one of a kind, Beca. What do you want to know next?" Chloe smiled lightly. The brunette took a few seconds to think.
"What does your boyfriend have to say about you spending so much time with homeless people? A beautiful girl like you must have a boyfriend, if not a husband." Beca stated. Chloe let out a loud obnoxious laugh and quickly shook her head.
"No boyfriend or husband." Chloe smirked. "Guys don't know how to handle all this." She said gesturing up and down her body. She saw the brunette's eyes grow and she let out another big laugh. "I just broke up with my girlfriend 6 months ago. We broke up for that very reason you just said. She couldn't handle that homeless people were getting too much of my time, and she caused too many arguments about it, it wasn't worth me busting my ovaries over, you know?" She smirked. "Sometimes I think maybe I should just date a homeless person, that way there will be no complaints and I get to do what I love." Chloe winked at the brunette, laughing when she saw the smaller woman almost choke on her food.
"Well uh that's interesting, didn't realize you were gay." Beca nervously stated. The red head frowned when she saw how the other woman was acting.
"Is that a problem?" She asked.
"No, oh god no," the smaller woman immediately shot out. "So am I, I guess I just didn't spot you for being gay, that's all." Beca stated. The red head almost had to stomp on her own foot to help keep her (as Aubrey would call it) honer from showing. "So, your turn, the brunette said grabbing both of their containers, she walked over to the trash can and threw them out.
"Thank you, you didn't have to do that for me. I would have done it myself." Chloe smiled.
"Please, you bought me lunch, it's the least I could do." Beca smiled.
"Okay, so again back to my original question. Why don't you and your dad get along?" Chloe asked. Beca took a deep breath and rolled her eyes.
"Well, we both wanted different things for my future. He wanted me to go to college, and I wanted to move to L.A and become a DJ. I ended up making him a deal that I would go to college, and if I didn't like it, he'd help me move to L.A." Beca scoffed. "I kept my deal, I went to college, and I hated it. The second I said I wanted to move to L.A though, he threw a fit and told me no daughter of his would be a college dropout, and that if I left he wouldn't help me, and to not contact him again. So, I did as he asked, and it's been 2 years since I've spoken to my father." Beca said.
"You're a DJ?" Chloe's mouth dropped.
"That's all you took in from that story?" Beca raised an eyebrow and laughed. "Yeah, well I was a DJ. I even had my own equipment and everything, and then when I was having trouble making it, I had to sell it to help pay my rent. One thing led to another, and here I am." Beca finished.
"Oh god, I'm so sorry to hear that Beca. So your dad has no idea?" Chloe frowned.
"No, and why should he? It's not like he'll care." Beca shrugged. "Besides, I'm living. As long as I have my food, and a shelter to go to, I'm good to go." Beca forced a smile. Chloe could hear the hurt in her voice as she spoke. "His loss right," Beca smiled. Chloe quickly nodded.
"Right, I think you're a wonderful person, and the fact your father did that to you is terrible, but I bet he's living everyday regretting it, and wondering where you are." Chloe said.
"Meh, if he is, good for him." Beca replied. Chloe went to open her mouth but was cut off by her cellphone ringing. She held a finger up to signal to the brunette she needed a minute.
"Hello? Yeah, I'm just on lunch. You need it done right now? Well why can't mike do it? I put the folder on his desk last night. Well that's his fault then, isn't it? Oh alright, I'll be there in 15." Chloe said hanging up her cellphone. She gave the brunette a small smile. "I uh…" Beca cut her off.
"Have to go? Yeah I heard. It's all good; I should get back to work too. Those rich people aren't going to get annoyed on their own." Beca smirked. Chloe let out a huge laugh and shook her head.
"One of a kind Beca, you're one of a kind." She smiled. "Do you need a ride anywhere?" Chloe asked.
"No, I have no place to be, I'll walk. Thank you though." The brunette smiled. Chloe nodded and slowly got up.
"Well, I guess I'll see you this weekend." She smiled.
"Guess so, bye." Beca waved. The red head started to walk to her car but quickly stopped upon hearing Beca's voice. "Oh and Chloe," Beca smiled. "Thanks for listening, you're seriously an angel who never made it up to heaven, I swear." She finished.
"Wow cheesy, but cute, I'll take it." Chloe smiled. Secretly on the inside her emotions were exploding, all she wanted to do was jump up and down and hug the tiny woman. She knew it would be too weird though, so she refrained from it. "I'll see you soon, Beca." Chloe smiled, giving one last wave to the brunette as she got into her car. Beca shook her head and couldn't help but feel butterflies flutter in her stomach every time she saw the taller woman smile, she knew what the feeling meant, and she knew what the feeling meant oh too well.