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Sexy Eyes - Whigfield

Chloe wasn't usually one to hide her feelings.

At least, when they were good feelings.

Bad feelings, she hid.

She didn't like to be upset with people and even more so, she didn't like for anyone to be upset with her. So she often hid her discomfort and anger in an attempt to avoid causing a rift. It was kind of a problem; especially when she stuffed it down for so long that she eventually blew up. That's exactly what had happened between her Aubrey during Beca's freshman year. She hid her frustrations and hid her frustrations and hid her frustrations until eventually she just exploded.

She wasn't good at bad feelings. She didn't know how to deal with them in a way that avoided people getting hurt, so they usually just hurt her.

That was neither here nor there though, because her feelings for Beca were anything but bad.

They were good feelings.

Fantastic feelings.

Generally speaking, she was excellent at good feelings.

She was that touchy-feely bubbly friend who always hugged her friends and let them know how much she loved them. No one could ever say that they doubted her affection; because, if anything, she cared too much - and she showed it. It got her burned sometimes, but she always bounced back, there were too many people that cared about her to worry about the ones that didn't.

Beca was a grey area.

She was one of Chloe's best friends.

But there was also this weird hint of something . . . more. Not quite there but always verging on the horizon, tempting Chloe with the possibility.

She knew that she had 'more than friends' feelings for the brunette, had for years. But this was different than normal. Normally if she had feelings for someone then she would just come out and say it - if they didn't return her feelings then what did it really matter? If they didn't like her back, so what? No harm no foul.

Beca though . . . if Chloe confessed her feelings and Beca didn't feel the same way . . . she didn't even want to think about it. At worst their friendship would be ruined, and at best things would be awkward. She couldn't handle that either.

She also didn't allow herself to think about what would happen if Beca DID return her feelings. The thought of she and Beca . . . together . . . it was too much. It would be like a dream where you suddenly had everything you had ever wanted, only to have it ripped away from you when you woke up.

So she tried not to think about Beca in any way other than purely platonic.

She wasn't always successful, but she tried.

And ok, maybe she wasn't trying that hard right now, but the sheets were still warm where Beca had been laying beside her, and her ears could still recall the husk of the DJ's voice as she sang Chloe to sleep.

Speaking of Beca's voice, she could hear a faint melody rise up in the bathroom, a sweet alto serenading in perfect pitch -

Ooh ooh, aah aah, sexy eyes

I'm gonna take you to paradise

Hey hey, my my, look at me

You got me feeling free

She should definitely NOT creep on Beca on the shower again.

She was sure that Beca expected her to wake up, realize that the DJ was in the shower, and go downstairs to her own room.

But really, when had she ever resisted an opportunity to invade Beca's personal space?

Ooh ooh, aah aah, sexy eyes

I'm gonna take you to paradise
Hey hey, my my, can't you see
You were born to dance with me

Besides, it was her senior year, her LAST senior year; and she felt like it was time for the shower escapade to come full circle.

She slipped from the bed and padded into Beca and Amy's shared bathroom. As she slowly pushed open the door, she could feel a maniacal grin spread across her face. She just loved to surprise Beca like this.

Catching a glimpse of the brunette naked was just a plus.

Because, ya know, boobs.

Ooh ooh, aah aah, sexy eyes

I'm gonna take you to paradise

Hey hey, my my, can't you see

You were born to dance with me

She silently shed her pajamas and peered around the shower curtain, appreciating Beca's curves from this angle.

God, she was beautiful.

She hoped whoever the DJ's mysterious crush was could recognize that.

Ooh ooh, aah aah, hold me tight

Yes I guess, you got me hypnotized

She carefully stepped into the shower, waiting patiently for Beca to turn around and discover her.

Hey hey, my my, don't you know

I'm gonna love you -

"Jesus Christ, Chlo!" Beca's eyes bulged as she registered Chloe's presence, and she immediately spun back around to put her back to redhead. Only her feet slipped on the wet tile, and before Chloe could even think, she was reaching out to steady her.

"Whoa!" her hands splayed on Beca's hips, ensuring her balance. She should have moved them as soon as Beca was safe from busting her ass, but her brain backfired at the feeling of the DJ's bare skin and she lingered.

When Beca finally spoke, her voice was shaky.

"Ummmm, Chlo?"

"Yeah?"

"Your uhh. . . your hands."

"Oh!" She jerked her fingers away. "Sorry!"

"S'okay."

She forced herself to keep her eyes up as Beca slowly turned to face her again.

The blue eyes staring back at her, however, took a detour over her body, idling in obvious appreciation.

"I'm pretty confident . . . about all of this." She finished with a wink and Beca must of realized that she had been staring, because her cheeks brightened in a blush.

"I remember."

"What were you singing?"

"Oh - uh, ya know, a song."

"Just didn't seem like your usual fare."

Beca scratched the back of her neck.

"Well, you know what they say, love makes you do crazy things; and I guess that even includes singing cheesy pop songs."

"We've progressed from crush to love, huh?"

"Uhh, did I say that?"

She grimaced at Chloe's nod.

"I mean yeah, definitely . . . definitely love."

Chloe felt her heart sink to her toes. How could she possibly compete with love? No matter what her romantic feelings were for the DJ, she couldn't stand in the way of love. Could she?

"Well, she better treat you right Becs; or else I'll have to put the best friend beatdown on her. "

"She probably doesn't even feel the same so you shouldn't have anything to worry about."

She could see the underlying fear written in the DJ's eyes, and she reached out to lay a comforting hand on the shorter girl's shoulder.

"Anybody would have to be crazy not to love you, you're amazeballs."

Beca face palmed.

"I can't believe you just said amazeballs."

"Well, you are!"

Their blue eyes locked, and it felt to Chloe like time was standing still. There was nothing else in the world outside of that shower stall. Only her, Beca, and the water streaming around them.

The water that was currently getting colder by the minute.

"Umm, the water's getting cold- I have to - finish-" Beca jerked a thumb over her shoulder towards the faucet. "My shower."

"Oh! Right! Sorry!" She allowed herself one last glance at Beca before stepping out and wrapping herself in a towel.

She really needed to get her toner in check before someone got hurt.

Someone that was most likely going to be her.