Summer Daze

Chapter 4

What had even happened? One minute she was telling Chloe about sound and then next Fat Amy comes and interrupts them. Beca cursed herself in her mind, of course she had. It's what Amy did. She could have sworn she would have kissed the red head if it weren't for that annoying Australian. Beca let out an audible growl as her mind came up with all sorts of ways to get Amy back, and as the trio returned from the trees, she noticed the sun was further west. It could have been after two in the afternoon.

"I don't feel like drinking," Beca sulked, finding her towel and plopping herself on it.

"C'mon Beca," Fat Amy pleaded.

"Give us a minute," Chloe asked Fat Amy.

"I just gave you guys two hours," the Australian pointed out, almost guilt tripping the two.

Chloe had to come up with a story, and fast. "She was telling me about Jesse, and you interrupted," she shot back, loudly. This had all the Bella's attention, completely forgetting her earlier conversation about sound. "So excuse us,"

Beca's head faced the ground, away from the eyes of her friends, so she could smirk at the way Chloe was trying to cover for them. That confirmed in Beca's mind that what she thought was going to happen, was actually going to happen.

"Don't worry about it Chlo," Beca told the ginger. "Lets take that drink you were offering, Amy,"

Fat Amy shook her head at the speed at which the conversation changed; it threw Chloe off too.

The Bella's had spent a full day down at the swimming hole, druinking, singing, swimming and sharing memories of that year. As night fell, they decided it was probably a good time to head back to their camp ground. As drunk as they were, if it got any darker, they would have been stranded.

Getting back to the camp, someone, no one knew who, decided it would be a fantastic idea to play spin the bottle, but in a drunken haze, everyone agreed. They returned to their tents to pull on longer shirts or jerseys to protect their bodies from the cooler night air.

"Get some food out of that box," Chloe suggested, as Ashley and Jessica pulled out some marshmallows and biscuits. "We'll use that to spin the bottle on,"

Cynthia Rose pulled out her now empty vodka bottle, placing it on the lid of the box. "Who's starting?" she asked.

"I think the oldest should start," Beca said, grinning at Chloe.

"No fair," the red head protested. "Anyone have a dice?"

"I do," Lily whispered, pulling out two white dice. No one even bothered to ask the girl why on earth she had a dice with her.

"Everyone rolls one dice, highest number starts," Chloe said, receiving nods from the rest of the girls.

Lily still had the dice, so she rolled first. A four.

They went clockwise around the circle. Ashley; five. Jessica; four. Fat Amy; two. Beca; five. Chloe; three. Stacie; one. Cynthia Rose; one.

A chorus of "oooh" sounded from all but Ashley and Beca. Having both rolled the higest numbers they would face off. Lily handed over her second die so they duo could roll at the same time. The girls rolled the dice in their hands for a while before releasing them on Chloe's count to three.

"One, two, three..."
The dice hit the box, rolling around a bit before coming to a rest.

Beca sighed. "Two," she said happily.

Ashley glared at the smaller girl. "Six,"

"Alright Ashely, you're up," Fat Amy announced.

Ashley spun the bottle, hoping it would land on someone other than Fat Amy. She had never kissed a girl and she was sure as hell that she didn't want Amy to be the first. Watching as the bottle slowed, the neck pointed from Chloe and passed over onto Stacie.

Chloe's heart raced at the fear that she might have had to kiss Ashley. It's not that she didn't want to, its that she would have rather kissed Beca.

Stacie moved in, almost eagerly. Ashley closed the gap, pushing her lips against Stacie's. Fat Amy howled in joy as the rest of the group nervously laughed. They knew that they were probably going to be next.

"So are we playing clockwise to the kisser or the kissee?" Ashley asked, her face like a tomato.

"Kisser?" came the unanimous reply.

Jessica gulped, her turn. It was a quick spin and landed straight on Lily. The kiss was fast and barely there and Jessica wondered if Lily was a ninja with the speed that it happened.

Fat Amy clapped her hands together. "Which of you will be lucky enough to kiss me?" she asked as she spun the bottle. The speed at which she spun it made her wonder whether it would ever settle. Eventually it did, but to Amy's disappointment, the bottle landed between Stacie and Cynthia Rose.

"I'm pretty sure rules say that if it lands between two people, it's them who have to kiss," Chloe offered, with a few nods agreeing.

Cynthia Rose smiled, how she had always wanted to kiss Stacie, and Stacie who really didn't care who she kissed as long as she got some action. Cynthia Rose took that opportunity to pull Stacie close to her and lock on for a longer kiss than the other two.

The Bella's, except Beca and Chloe, spent a brief moment eyeing each other up as it was now Beca's turn to spin. Of course they all wanted the bottle to land on Chloe.

As the tiny DJ spun the bottle, her mind flashed back to the way Chloe's hands felt on her skin beside the river and she hoped to hell that the bottle would land on the redhead. But as the bottle slowed, it inched its way past Chloe and to herself. She kicked herself for being left handed. If she was right handed, she would have spun the bottle the other way and it would have landed on the gorgeous red head next to her.

"I believe you get to spin again," Chloe said. Was that a hint of disappointment in her voice?
Beca took a deep breath and spun again, only for it to land between Fat Amy and Jessica.

"This Australian has a national record for the longest kiss," Fat Amy bragged. The girls watched as Jessica's facials showed how unenthusiastic she was about this. As expected, Fat Amy slobbered on Jessica's lips and as they parted, the smaller blonde wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

"It wasn't that bad!" Fat Amy protested.

The Bella's laughed before quickly returning their attention to the game. Chloe's spin was next, and this was a definite chance that she could kiss the DJ next to her. Adrenaline kicked in and everything slowed. It felt like an eternity watching the bottle spin, and it passed over Beca. Once. Twice. The bottle slowed to a crawl and Chloe's heart raced as fast as it had when she had, had that sesh with Beca back at the river.

A whole bunch of yelling and yahooing engulfed her hearing and she finally realised that she had managed to will the bottle onto Beca. Her hands started shaking as she turned to the tiny brunette. Closing the gap between them, Beca leaned in quickly, pecking Chloe on the lips and pulling away.

Chloe pulled back to sit the way she was before, eyes avoiding all contact with the girl next to her.

The game of spin the bottle had ended rather abruptly after Chloe's turn. The air had become awkward. Everyone could have sworn that it could have become steamy quickly, but that? That didn't even fizz. Chloe had retired to her tent whilst Beca had stayed out with the girls as they told ghost stories around the small fire pit which they had got working.

Chloe sat in the tent listening to the stories, the sihloettes outlined on the tent by the fire. Chloe had sobered up pretty quickly, her mind wondering what had happened. All the signs pointed to Beca being okay with it, when her actions totally contradicted that.

Had Chloe been too full on during the day? Was it too soon after Jesse? Was it because it was in front of all the other Bella's? Or was it simply that Beca wasn't interested?
The questions kept replaying through Chloe's mind, upsetting her greatly. Grabbing her sleeping bag from next to her duffle bag, she laid it out over the floor of the tent. Soon Beca would be lying next to her, sleeping peacefully in dreams that didn't include a red head.

Chloe shook her head. She just wanted to sleep and wake up from this nightmare. She rummaged through her bag trying to find her pyjamas. Pulling everything out, she went through it again, making a mess of her clothing. They still weren't there. She was one hundred percent sure that she had packed them. Giving up, she threw her clothes in a pile near the door of the tent and slid into her sleeping bag hoping that she would succumb to slumber quickly. She didn't need to think anymore.

Meanwhile, back around the fire, Beca had laid down, still half listening to the ghost stories, but mainly focussing on the stars above her. She thought about how clear the sky was being away from the city's light pollution. She watched as a small cloud floated across the sky, partially blocking a cluster of stars she was looking at before moving on.

The more she stared at the stars, the more she forgot about the girls sitting with her, and she drifted into a world of her own, where she hated and cursed at herself. She was playing a silly game and was a class A dick about it, thinking that by somehow kissing that bubbly red head would make everyone know she liked her. Beca slapped her hand to her forehead, groaning at the embarrassment she caused to the ginger. It was all Beca's fault. She kept kicking herself. And to make matters worse, she still had four weeks of living in the same tent as her. Somehow that was worse than sharing a bedroom with Chloe. But perhaps that was because a tent was close quarters as opposed to having at least a little bit of space.

As she was lost in thought, staring at the night above her, she was totally oblivious to the Bella's trying to get her attention. It was only when Lily nudged her did she snap out of it.

"Earth to Beca?" Stacie called.

"Huh? Oh, sorry," Beca replied. "The stars," she told them, pointing up with the tiniest smile formed on her lips.

The Bella's looked to the sky, admiring what Beca saw.

"Are you okay?" Fat Amy asked. "You've been all spaced out since spin the bottle,"

Beca winced at the memory of that game. "Oh, sorry,"

"That's the second time you've apologised Beca, what's up?" the Australian pushed again.

"It's nothing, honestly," she tried lying, but who was she kidding? She couldn't even convince herself that she was lying.

"Really?" Cynthia Rose asked. "That's why Chloe's gone to bed and you're here ignoring all of us,"

"That kiss made things awkward," Stacie pointed out, although it was hardly a secret. "Do you like her?"

Beca was thankful that it was dark and the fire burnt in such a colour that the flush on her cheeks was hidden. "No," she said quickly.

"You so do," Stacie pushed.

"No, I don't, she's my friend,"

"I call bullshit," Ashley spoke which received several nods from the Bella's.

"Whatever, I'm going to bed," Beca sighed. She just couldn't be bothered having this conversation.

Cynthia Rose wolf whistled. "She's in there, ya know,"

"Shut up," Beca said finally, crawling the few feet across the grass to her tent.

Getting into the tent she noticed the pile of clothes to the right of her, they will have been Chloe's. Was she looking for something? She then saw the dark outline of the girl in her sleeping bag; the light snores indicated that she was asleep. Beca smiled, not only did she have to worry about the awkwardness, but she also knew Chloe wasn't upset enough to leave.

Crawling the rest of the way into the tent, she did the zipper up, before crawling to her own bags, laying out her sleeping bag and beginning the search for her pyjamas.

As she searched her bag, she found no such thing and shrugged it off. Perhaps in her hurry to pack she had forgotten to pack them. She stripped her shorts, and bra, throwing them on her bag. She slid into her sleeping bag.

She faced Chloe, who was still snoring. How she wished for a little more light so she could actually lay her eyes on the girl that she was falling for. How small feelings could snowball into feelings like she had in such a small time, she had no idea. All she knew was that she had hurt Chloe and she wasn't awake to apologise.

"I'm sorry Chloe, I feel I embarrassed you in front of everything. I hope you don't hate me, I also hope that you're having sweet dreams." she whispered to the sleeping beauty. "I also think your snore is adorable,"

Beca rolled onto her back, staring at the roof of the tent and willing herself to sleep. The voices of the Bella's outside interrupted her peace and her thoughts plagued her mind.

Chloe awoke the next morning as the sun filtered through the tiny holes in the canvas of the tent. She had forgotten for a moment where she was before she scrubbed her eyes clear and got a better view of her surroundings. Looking to her right, she saw the tiny DJ, but she wasn't sure if she was asleep. Nor was she ready to face whatever awkwardness was going to come off her.

"Becs?" she whispered, testing if she was awake. "Are you awake?" she whispered again for clarification.

"No, I'm not," came the sarcastic response.

"Oh, sorry," Chloe told the younger girl, now feeling totally weird.

"Don't be stupid, Chlo," she reassured in a groggy morning voice, which Chloe found totally attractive. "You always check if I'm awake when you wake up,"

Chloe smiled, this was true. "I'm sorry," she blurted out.

Beca turned to face Chloe, which she wished she hadn't done. The sleeping bag sat around Chloe's stomach, she lay on her side, her head propped up by her elbow, red hair dangling in a mess. "W-why are you sorry?" Beca asked, stammering out of the fact she had never seent the ginger look this good. She was stunning, especially with no make up.

"For last night," she clarified for the DJ.

Confrontaion wasn't a strong point of Beca's, especially not when she was weak-kneed for the person. She felt her cheeks flush, they'd been doing a lot of that lately. "That wasn't your fault, Chlo," she offered.

Chloe gave a small smile to the brunette, a wicked thought running through her head. What if she offered Beca a chance to redeem herself? She smiled at the thought.

"I can see the cogs turning in your mind, Chloe, what's up?"

"Ah, it's nothing," she said, shaking her hair, before rolling onto her stomach, head facing away from Beca.

Beca was slightly hurt by this, but ignored it. Pulling herself out of her sleeping bag, she crawled the small distance to Chloe's side.

Chloe heard the brunette remove herself from her sleeping bag and she was sure that she was going to leave the tent. She had royally cocked up. Chloe cursed herself some more. That was until she felt hands on her shoulders, rubbing in a massage like way. She opened her mouth to protest, figuring Beca was only doing this out of sympathy, but only a moan escaped.

As Beca worked her hands down Chloe's exposed back, she ran her hands under the strap of her bra, making sure all her back was favoured the way that Chloe had done yesterday down at the river side.

Beca's hands ran down as far as Chloe's lower back, bringing them back up, over the sides of her hips and resting on her shoulders again.

"Why, Becs?" Chloe hummed, appreciative of the attention.

"Two reasons," she replied, her voice deeper than usual. "One, I owed you from yesterday and two, this is my apology and make up from embarrassing you last night,"

Chloe wanted to cry at how sincere the brunette was being, but the way her shoulders were being manipulated right now drowned out that emotion. Her mouth opened slightly as Beca hit a knot in her back and a louder moan escaped her lips.

Beca smirked, raking her nails down the ginger's shoulder blades, stopping at Chloe's bra. She couldn't be bothered moving it out of the way, intending to be rubbing her friend's back for a while longer. She unhooked the black lingerie, sliding it off the ginger's shoulders.

Chloe didn't want a back massage anymore. As soon as the bra was unhooked she turned, exposing her top to the brunette. For a while they stared into each other's eyes, trying to decipher what was happening or rather what was going to happen.

Beca averted her eyes first, dropping them to Chloe's exposed body. She smiled at the memory she had.

"I'm bulletproof, nothing to lose. Fire away, fire away," Beca sang, looking back to Chloe's eyes.

The ginger smiled. "Ricochet, you take your aim. Fire away, fire away,"

Beca brought herself closer to Chloe as Chloe propped herself up on her elbows. Together they sang, the way they had in the shower. It was their song, their moment and it was then that they fell.

"You shoot me down but I won't fall, I am titanium. You shoot me down, but I won't fall, I am titanium,"

Neither knew who initiated it, but lips came together, a mix of passion and tenderness. Chloe could hands-down say it was the best kiss she had ever had.

AN: I could be a real meanie and leave it there. It would be quite a cute way to end a story, but I do still have the rest of the summer holidays to write. I was thinking of a couple of things to deepen the plot.

Thank you to another guest who left a review and to someone who used the name "chloe" to leave a review. Totally appreciated.

Let me know what you thought of this chapter. I feel like I made Beca a little out of character at the end there.

Thanks for reading :)