Chloe kept leaving her notes in the morning. She had tried to get the brunette to actually stay for a conversation at night, but after Aubrey had walked into the redhead's room once, Beca had shut the blinds every day right after school. The blinds were open every morning though, as if an indication to continue the notes, and that she was still checking up.
Beca didn't really notice she was doing this though. In fact, she wasn't even the one opening the blinds every morning, as that was her father's way of waking her up. She was about two weeks into school by now, and her classes had started to pick up from the "welcome back" fresh period. Most of her nights were spent up late, as every day Mr. Bruns had something to say about music that Beca tried to incorporate into mixes. That, and her internship became more and more time consuming the further along they got into it. Jesse at least was good for providing humor for those situations though, as he would end up staying up anyway watching movies on Netflix, which he claimed was humanity's best creation.
Still, whenever the DJ would wake up, her face some way indented from her keyboard – Phil constantly nagged her about the existence of her bed – she would glance out the window to whatever her neighbor put up. Usually they were the same "Good Morning Sunshine! XP" from the first day, but some of them were different. Like once, coming back from her shower, it questioned the comfort of her laptop, as Chloe had seen Phil expose the room, and saw the sleeping girl in the house across. Beca never responded to these however, because she didn't really know what to write, she didn't really know Chloe, other than the fact that her best friend was a pain in the ass.
Speaking about said pain of the ass, Aubrey had only become worse during music theory. Beca found her to be a total suck-up, showing set lists for the Bellas to the teacher, who only nodded, offering no comments. Aubrey also spent some time in the station, not working of course, but rather just looking through the music for songs, and placing in the "to Sort" pile upon leaving. Jesse and Beca never really looked forward to her visits.
"Blondie is moving to her natural position," Jesse stated in their music theory class, as Aubrey shuffled her way to the front of the class, right in front of Mr. Bruns' desk to hand him another set list.
"Hmmm, what do you think she used on the list?" Beca questioned, tipping her chair back slightly to stretch. Aubrey got most of the songs she used from the CDs in the studio, and then Mr. Bruns would give it to the interns to look over at the end of the station work. He never commented on them, just handing them the sheets. Beca and Jesse would doodle and write over it, as if to improvise every list.
"Let's go with the Madonna album she drew out of Stack C."
"Really? I'm thinking the 'Now That's What I Call 80's' mix tape that she grabbed. Seriously, where did we get that?"
"What are you twigs talking about?" The duo turned to find Fat Amy behind them, in her usual I'm amazing resting pose. Jesse gestured to the blond in the front of the room, who was in the middle of explaining her newest idea. Fat Amy nodded along.
"Where does she get all those songs anyway?" The Australian asked, dragging a chair over to them.
Jesse was the one to reply, "She's always at the studio, sampling music. Too bad none of the mixes are any good."
"Well that might change," Amy claimed, pointing to the pair in the front of the room. Mr. Bruns was rubbing the bridge of his nose, as if he was getting a headache from the conversation, and responded:
"Aubrey, this is always the same stuff." Silence fell over the observers of the conversation until Chloe – of course – jumped up next to Aubrey.
"Sorry sir, it's just that the tradition of all this is like, a super big deal to the Bellas. We'll make sure they're worth your while," the perky girl explained, dragging Aubrey away from their instructor.
Well, that was different.
Beca hated having P.E. as her last period. She always ended up sweaty before being stuck in the small studio, unless she opted to take a shower. The school's lockers actually had decent showers, but the crowd in the room didn't disappear until about 20 minutes before her activities. Still, after running outside the whole freaking time, Beca was sure that if she didn't clean off she would be kicked out of the studio.
So she waited. Watching as every girl filed out the door, she made a conscious effort to ignore all the people around her. They were all gossiping about random things, whether it be something about whatever teams they were on or just classmates, they were never quiet. So when the quiet finally fell over the room, she knew it was her time to undress and climb into one of the showers.
Today, she had to have one of her mixes stuck in her head. She was working on the chord progression of the Titanium mix, and damn it David Guetta made catchy beats. So what if she was humming it under her breath. There was no one there. Suddenly humming became full on singing, because the acoustics were great in the empty locker room. Turning on the showerhead, she couldn't hear the curtain open behind her.
"You do sing!" Beca whipped around to find a naked Chloe Beale standing in front of her.
"DUDE!" Beca shrieked, reaching for the curtain as to cover herself because this girl, her neighbor, was getting quite an eyeful. It wasn't as if Beca felt just as overwhelmed as she hoped the other girl to be. Oh no. It was much worse.
The first time I see another person naked in real life and its her. Of course.
"How high does your belt go?"
"My what?" She couldn't help it. There was no way she could focus on anything that came out of the redhead's mouth, but heard something along the lines of ladyjam (ew) and singing.
"Nononono no way, no signin-"
"I'm not leaving till you sing." Of course. So that was enough to coax a couple bars out of the shocked girl, and then Chloe harmonized with it and good lord she was an amazing singer. Beca supposed she should have figured the co-captain of an a capella team to have a great voice, but dang.
And then Tom walked in.
At least, Beca assumed it was Tom. He was broad shouldered, and had a smirk that probably could light up a room. Perfect "popular quarterback" material. And he was naked too.
So the first people I see naked are my neighbor and the star quarterback she's dating.
Then Beca connected the dots on why he was in the girls' locker room and flushed, missing whatever he said to her, replying with a rude thanks before yanking the curtain shut because that was just enough junk for one day.
"See you at auditions Friday!" Chloe called out. The whole ordeal made Beca five minutes late to the internship, but only Jesse noticed.
"What held you up?"
"Chloe freaking Beale."
A/N So this is probably the last chapter where the whole thing follows actual canon. Like they'll stop being carbon copies of their movie versions put into high school. Plus, more window chats in the next chapter. ~nerdyneptunian
