Author's Note: I don't want to jinx anything, but I'm really happy with how easily I'm able to write these chapters. Mitchsen just clicks for me, maybe Triple Treble in the future - but let's just have the happy ending here first of all.
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Beca sighed, her eyes moving to the clock at the end of the row of checkouts. 6:55pm. Five minutes and she could leave, go to bed and research (stalk) Aubrey. She continued to subconsciously scan items through the till, her eyes fixated on the clock. Item after item passed through, the small bleep was the only thing that kept her from escaping into a dream world.
The brunette subconsciously brought the total up, "$35.98 please." She rest her head on her fist, trying not to fall asleep; she had the most boring job on the planet.
She only noticed one woman reaching for her purse, only for another, a short brunette, to stop her, "I've got this Bree, don't worry." She pushed her debit card into the card machine, humming as a pair of slender arms slid their way around her waist.
"You spoil me." Beca's head shot up from where it was lolling against her fist.
The Walmart employee clamped her eyes shut, shortly re-opening them. "Hey, Aubrey."
She could see the blonde visibly slump at the sound of her name. "Yes? Honestly this isn't a good ti- Oh, Beca, good to see you." Beca noticed her ex-captain's grip on her girlfriend tighten considerably, she was obviously aware of the events that had occurred a few days prior.
It was a juxtaposition, really. How the two women in front of her wouldn't work normally, it was abnormal for two people so different, so opinionated, to just slide into a routine that made them exceedingly happy. It was alarming really, she had spent over two hours talking to Bonnie over the phone, chatting about Aubrey to her. Well, Aubrey and Captain Aubrey - there was a considerable difference to say the least.
"How are you two?" Beca tapped her nails on the metal casing of the till, a bad habit she had moulded from her two-years-plus that she'd spent at the supermarket.
Bonnie stuck the end of her tongue out as she concentrated on typing her PIN in correctly, "great, we made the most of last night, after I'd finished on the phone to you, that's all."
"That's really good for you two, I hope things only get better." Don't lie, Beca.
Bonnie smiled at the younger woman as she slid her card back into her purse, "thank you, we were actually heading out to dinner later, if you wanted to come." Beca glanced at Aubrey, frowning when the blonde huffed, immediately letting go of Bonnie.
"You said it would just be us!" The blonde's voice rose an octave, a pout pasting itself onto her lips. "This whole trip was supposed to be just us."
"Until you had work."
"I can't help that, I will work whilst I still can."
Beca cleared her throat, trying to intervene the conversation. "It's no big deal, I won't come."
"Bree come on, it's just dinner." Beca awkwardly rubbed her arm whilst she waited for Bonnie and Aubrey to finish getting ready.
"No." You might as well give up, Bon. She thought as she glanced around the apartment; it looked a lot bigger in the light, large glass windows opening the place up. "I am not going, spend our evening with her while I get Stacie over for a girl's night. Without you."
"You're being unreasonable."
Aubrey emerged from her bedroom, wearing a tank top and a pair of sweatpants; her hair hanging in a loose ponytail. "I've already told you, no." Bonnie trailed after her, wearing a shirt and dark jeans. "I am here to spend time with you, not have one of my old group mates at dinner with us!"
"Bree, come on… She's dressed up and you're being a bitch!" Beca watched as the producer got more and more deflated.
"I am not coming, end of. Take Jesse for all I care, talk about some random music shit. I am going to sit here, do my nails and watch crappy tv."
"Aub-" Beca instantly shut her mouth when she received a death glare from the older woman, "sorry. We can always go out some other time…"
"She's so stressed at the moment, that's all." Beca looked across the table to Bonnie, who was sipping a glass of Jack Daniel's and Coke. "She does love you."
The more successful of the two shook her head, replacing the glass on the table before speaking, "ever since the night of the party she's been acting off, like really off. I don't even know what's wrong with her."
Beca shrugged, swirling the contents of her glass around, "maybe she's just worried, there's so many people who put you down in her profession, she's probably feeling insecure." She placed the glass back on the table, "just reassure her that she's beautiful, call her gorgeous, kiss her whenever you can because soon this opportunity will disappear and you'll forever wonder, 'what if?'," What if I actually told her before she got with you.
"You're right Becs, you totally are. What would I do without you? You're the love doctor!"
The younger brunette's eyes widened, "oh, I wouldn't say that."
Her eyes darted around the restaurant, attempting to pull any thoughts of Aubrey out of her mind. It was wrong, really wrong; she was taken, in a committed relationship. She was on top of the world, and Beca was six-feet under the crust. To think that a few years ago she was head over heels for the blonde, and now her senior appeared to hate her more than ever. Was it what had happened after the party?
Because that would fuck everything up if someone found out.
"Seriously. You're a great friend, I know why Bree was in love with you all those years ago." Beca's eyes locked back on the sight of the older brunette, "she was head over heels, but when she asked for my help I offered it, I helped mend her broken heart." Beca nodded slowly, accepting her part as the cause of Aubrey's anger. "I should probably be furious with you, but because she moved on from you; I get to marry the girl who means most to me."
Beca's eyes doubled in size - was she hearing Bonnie correctly? "M-marry?"
Bonnie nodded, "hopefully, I was going to do it tonight, ask her - I mean. She's just so beautiful and funny; her eyes make my days worth living. She's so intelligent, it makes me smile everytime she calls someone out on a grammatical mistake due to her upbringing. All because those things make Aubrey, Aubrey, y'know? Like if someone put a Victoria Secret's model right there who was identical to Bree and said 'date her for $1,000,00'; I'd say no. Because that isn't the woman I fell in love with, and it isn't the woman who I will love until death do us part. She's my Aubrey, and no one will ever take that away from me."
Beca nodded, "I see where you're coming from, I think the same thing about Chloe."
"Chloe?"
"Um, yeah, my girlfriend Chloe… Two years and all that… Is it hot in here?" Beca ran a hand through her hair, still trying to process the words that had just fallen from her lips.
"She makes me want to shoot myself, literally." Stacie rolled her eyes, "she's just there with her ocean blue eyes and that ear spike which only she could pull off, and - fuck."
"Bonnie doesn't wear an ear spike."
"I fucking know that, Stace." Aubrey picked up her wine glass, gulping down the French contents. The bustier woman shook her head and poured the blonde another glass full, "she's probably with Chloe now anyway."
"I thoroughly doubt that, Chloe is probably focussed on being the best doctor she can be."
Aubrey sighed, swirling her glass, the contents rising up against the side, "I don't even know what they're doing anymore. It's been so fucking long and I just can't believe how I've treated them - I loved her, so much, and now she's a mother fucking asshole who works in the crappiest supermarket known to man - which didn't have any Malibu, if I recall."
"Jesus, please calm down, I know we nailed the holding vomit back thing, but can that apply to word vomit as well, I honestly don't want to get involved with your issues," Stacie ran a hand across her forehead, relaxing into the seat of the couch the women were sitting on, "you're dating Bonnie, you love Bonnie. She's your happily ever after, the one where you can be certain that your future children will be looked after and spoilt to pieces. Bree, I know that seeing her again has thrown you off, and that you're overall seeming extremely stressed and anxious, but it will be alright. Beca is an explosion, Bonnie is an anchor."
The blonde nodded, accepting the brunette's point.
"either way, at the end of the day, your kids will have Bonnie's eyes."
"I don't like her eyes, they're not as blue as Beca's." The words were a whisper, barely loud enough for Stacie to hear them. But she did, and they hit hard; her best friend was unsure, something the busty brunette had never experienced, if there was one person who understood Aubrey more than anyone, it was Chloe.
[20:28] - Hey Chloe, long time no speak, I was wondering if you wanted to meet up at the mall tomorrow. Just you, me and Bree. If not, just let me know. Stacie x
The reply took a few short minutes to return.
[20:31] Chloe Beale - I'd love to; as long as I can talk to Bree about Beca, there's some things we need to touch upon, I saw her staring at magazines, she isn't taking it lightly.
