Hey :)

Well, that was a little anti-climactic… Beca rolls her eyes at her behavior before replying with a similar "Hey", but without the smiley face. They're not really my thing. Moments later, Beca's phone is buzzing with a reply.

What're you doing? :)

Beca waits to feel her stomach heave in disgust as she reads the message, but it doesn't, instead a gentle swirling motion is taking place in the hollow of her abdomen. I fucking hate that question… Why does it never bother me when she asks? It was true, the brunette hated any question that she felt invaded her privacy. "What are you doing?", "Where are you?" and, "Who are talking to?" being the top three offenders. She couldn't help it though, her parents would normally ask her these questions repeatedly, without so much as a greeting first. So now, even if Amy asks her this, Beca feels irritation swell up inside of her small frame.

Listening to music. You?

Beca replied, keeping it short and to the point.

At the basketball game. :P

Beca mulled over her reply, but upon looking at the clock decided she needed to get a shower. She forgot that she hadn't texted the older girl back, and couldn't help the slightly disappointed feeling she got in her stomach when her phone never chimed that she had a text.

Once in bed, she decided to see when Chloe had read her message since the redhead had her read receipt turned on. Not because she cared that she hadn't texted back or anything like that. She was just curious. Beca wanted to slap her forehead when she realized that the stall in the conversation was her own fault. She quickly sent a text apologizing for not texting back, saying that she had been in the shower and had forgotten.

Oh okay, I was kinda sad that you didn't text back…

The freshman re-read the text multiple times, and not once did it cease to make her smile a little bit. Beca debated on whether or not to tell Chloe that she had felt the same way, but deciding that that sounded way too queerballs, decided not to. She merely told the older girl that she would text her in the morning, and that she was going to bed.

Promise? ;)

Beca chewed her lip momentarily before sighing tiredly.

I don't make promises. They're stupid. So you're just going to have to take my word for it.

Oh… Well, I'll just keep my fingers crossed then. Goodnight Bec!

Yeah, night Chloe.

She called me Bec… The brunette didn't necessarily have a problem with the nickname, but it was more or less only a family thing. None of her friends called her that, and she was perfectly fine with that. Do I have a problem with her calling me that? I guess not, it's just kind of weird. Beca couldn't help but wonder why the older girl was so… Invasive, or if she even knew she was. Trying not to think of how weird it was that she was thinking about the senior before falling asleep, Beca closed her eyes and let her conscious slip away, leaving a void that was nightly filled with nightmares.

A couple of days later…

Your birthday is in two days! :D Why didn't you say anything?!

Beca blinks against the bright screen of her phone in contrast to the blackness that had been her closed eyes moments ago. She glances up at the clock that's on her iPod dock that sits atop her nightstand table that shows the date and time. "10:13 PM, 11-10-12" Huh, I'll be damned.

I didn't realize, and plus, I don't really like celebrating my birthday. It's kind of stupid.

*gasp* How is it stupid?!

The brunette rolls her eyes and smiles slightly when she sees Chloe conveying physical action in her text. She totes picked that up from me. Did I just say "totes"? Damnit Chloe.

I'm supposed to celebrate being a year closer to death? That's stupid. It's just another Tuesday.

That's a little… depressing. It's a special day! It's the day that you were brought into this world Bec! That's something worth celebrating!

I mean, I guess… On a completely unrelated note: Why do you call me Bec?

Oh, I don't know… Do you not want me to?

Oh dude no, it's not that, I was just curious because no one else besides family calls me that.

Mmm, well I like it because it's cute.

Oh. Okay then.

Yeah, but I can totes quit if you want me to.

No, that's alright, I was just wondering… I'm gonna go to bed now. Goodnight Chloe.

Goodnight Becs, sleep tight, don't let the bedbugs bite, sweet dreams!

Quirking an eyebrow at the goodnight message before dismissing it as "Chloe being Chloe" and then locking her phone, Beca lays down and wonders how she spent literally the whole weekend texting the older girl. Beca had kept her word and texted the redhead Saturday morning, and then the conversation had been surprisingly easy, and never felt forced, so it just continued from the moment they woke up until the moment they went to sleep. No, literally, when "they" went to sleep. Both of them hadn't wanted to be the person to say bye, so they just agreed to go to bed together, so that it was a mutual agreement. Beca was surprised at how easy Chloe was to talk to. Never in a million years would she have seen herself texting the senior, but now she could see them being decent friends. Apparently so could Chloe as she had told Beca that she thought that they were going to be, "fast friends". Mind occupied about the weekend's events, Beca didn't even remember falling asleep, she did however, remember waking up scared, covered in sweat, and sitting up quick enough to make her head swim as she tried to catch her breath.

"How was your weekend Fat Amy?" Jesse asks as he slides to sit next to the blonde in their first period algebra class.

"It was alright, from what I can remember." She replies with a slight smirk directed at Beca who merely rolls her eyes at her friend's antics, but she can't help but laugh when she sees Jesse's face as he connects the implied dots.

"Hey guys, can we keep it down while I'm talking please? Thank you." Mr. Andrews says as he cuts a look straight at a baffled looking Jesse and Fat Amy who is currently doing a very good impression of looking shocked at the accusation. Beca is about to make a snide comment at their teacher's expense, but she feels her phone vibrate in her jacket pocket. Making sure that Mr. Andrews was preoccupied explaining the difference between a positive and a negative slope, she pulls out her phone to see that another student of Barden High has disregarded the "no texting in class" rule.

Good morning Bec! :)

Texting during class? You're not setting a very good example for me you know. :/ ;)

Oh, you're fine. And if anyone is the bad example in this friendship, I think we both know who it is. ;)

Mmm, you've got a point there. By the way, good morning Chloe. :)

Their conversation kept up throughout the class, but it didn't prohibit Beca from being the first to turn in her paper, followed by Benji, Fat Amy, and Jesse.

"This 'Advanced Algebra' class is a joke." Fat Amy says as she inspects her nails, bored as hell. The statement is followed by a chorus of, uh huh's from her three friends and a few dirty looks from the kids who had no clue what they were doing, the only reason for them being in the class in the first place being because they cheated on damn near every assignment that was handed out.

"Hey Beca, who're you talking to?" Jesse asks as he tries to lean over and read over her shoulder. Beca feels a wave of heat wash through her, and she clenches her fists around her phone to avoid punching the poor boy as he invades her space in two ways at once.

"No one, now back up before I make you." She says, looking up at him so that he knows she's not kidding.

"Yeah popsicle stick, she doesn't like it when people are up in her grill." Fat Amy reaffirms, sounding friendly, but the undercurrent of her tone that practically says, "Back up, she's not kidding, and I'd hate to have to pull her off of you." Makes her words sound almost backhanded. Jesse swallows loudly, and resembling a dog that has just been scolded and has folded his tail between his legs slowly leans back towards his seat.

"Sorry Jesse, it's just a pet peeve of mine." Beca explains, feeling slightly bad for causing that hurt look in his eyes. Upon her apology however, he seems to cheer up immediately.

"Naw, I totally get it. We've all got them." He says with a smile that's almost painful to look at it's so big. Jesse, god you're killing me. The younger Beale has shown an off and on interest in Beca since the seventh grade, and it was old to Beca then, and it's still old now. But no matter how many times she tells Jesse that they're only ever going to be friends, he just doesn't seem to get it. Fortunately, the bell rings just then so Beca isn't forced to sit right next to him anymore. Unfortunately, he has her Advanced English class next too. "Did you see the commercial for that new movie that's coming out in a few months?" He asks excitedly as he stands up and holds the door open for the brunette who's trying really hard not to roll her eyes.

"Nope. I don't watch a whole lot of TV remember?" She says, for what has to be the thousandth time, she's sure. He doesn't even seem deterred by her reply.

"Oh yeah, I forgot. Well, how about we go to see the movie when it comes out?" He asks, smiling at her with that too big smile again.

"Don't like movies either remember?"

"Oh come on! That's so unfair!"

"How is me not liking movies, 'unfair'?"

"How am I supposed to take you on the best date ever if you won't go to the theatre with me?" He asks with a sly smile- or what was supposed to come off as sly Beca guessed, because it definitely missed the mark and instead looked more along the lines of constipated.

"Hmm, good question. Guess it's just not gonna happen. Damn." Beca replies while shaking her head in fake disappointment, knowing that it was a bit rude, but she can't help it as she feels her patience begin to wear terribly thin. He opens his mouth to reply, but before he can Beca is enveloped by a flash of red and loud giggles.

"You didn't text me back!" Chloe whines with a pout as she pulls back from hugging the completely shocked freshman. Beca tries to reply, but words just aren't coming forth at the moment due to the fact that her whole body is tingling and she feels a little breathless, and she decides to blame it on the fact that the senior scared her. "Did I break you?" Chloe asks with a smirk on her face.

"No, you just took me by surprise that's all." Beca lies smoothly.

"You were texting my sister?" Jesse asks, effectively ruining Beca's sudden good mood.

"Is it any of your business who she's texting Jesse?" Chloe asks, sounding a bit defensive and Beca can't help the flattered smile that slowly tilts the ends of her mouth upwards. Jesse just looks confused and shakes his head before sulking off to class. "Sorry about him. I know how you like your privacy and stuff, but he doesn't really care about any of that." Chloe apologizes looking genuinely embarrassed. Beca merely scoffs before sidestepping the redhead and continuing down the hall towards her class. "What?" Chloe asks as she quickly catches up the younger girl. The younger girl debates whether or not to call Chloe out on her hypocrisy, but the more she thought about it, Chloe's imposition on her privacy wasn't necessarily annoying. Different yes, but not really in a bad way like Jesse's was.

"You just have no idea." Beca replies vaguely, and before Chloe can ask any more questions, they're standing at the door to the shorter girl's class. Beca is about to cross the threshold to the classroom, but a hand grabbing onto her wrist effectively stops her. She turns around to see a shy looking Chloe standing there, her hand still wrapped around Beca's wrist. Chloe, shy? That's a first.

"Can I get a hug?" Chloe asks, sounding almost unsure for the first time that Beca can recall. She quickly weighs the options, and mentally kicks herself before smiling at the redhead and nodding her head before letting the older girl envelope her in a hug. To Beca's surprise, and somewhat pride, she only hesitates for a second before she returns the embrace. The freshman deciding the hug was over pulls back and tries not to notice the tingling that's making her smile goofily and trying to explain why she misses the warmth of the hug already.

A/N: Oh gosh Beca, you're getting... "The Tingles"! Everyone knows what happens when you get The Tingles (Except for the people who get them...) Maybe if you watched more movies you'd get the hint? *Sighs and shakes head sadly because Beca is inept at love*

Hi everybody! :) Alright, before I forget! As most of you know, July 22 is Miss Chloe Beale's birthday, (Happy early birthday Chlo!) but in this story her birthday is going to take place in November, so I just wanted to clear that up and state that, yes, I know that it's going to clash, but that's just the way this story is written, so, sorry in advance for the inaccuracy. (In my defense, I think I could make an argument that this is an AU, so let's just go with that, yeah?)

Another thing, I have two possible endings for this story in my head, one's happy, and one's not... I prefer happy endings personally, (when I'm reading other stories) but I wanted to swing the idea by you guys, and if you could PM me/leave a review saying what you'd prefer, that'd be great.

Also, can we just take a moment to tell Jesse to back the hell up? AMIRIGHT?!

Alright, enough of my ramblings, I'll let you get back to your lives of being undercover spies, and just amazing people in general. Thanks for taking the time to read this chapter and let me know what you thought about it, yeah? :) And as always, stay sexy~ Natt