To the Guest who posted the 2 reviews: I totally understand what you are saying, don't worry. It won't be as easy as it seems. There will still be issues between them, despite Chloe's claim of forgiveness. Beca isn't getting off so easy.
"What do you think about this dress?" Beca holds up a cute red fitted dress.
Everything in the wedding was pretty much set. They were just now hopping for their own personal dresses for the wedding. Things have been a little better since they've talked, but that's it. Just better than what was going on before. Despite Chloe's claim of forgiveness, there wasn't anything that showed that Beca received it. Chloe has been giving Beca the bare minimum in responses, which would often be one worded answers. Beca understands that it wouldn't just magically go back to how things used to be, but she at least hoped things could have been cordial.
Chloe looks over from the dress she was looking at. With a blank expression, Chloe just shrugs, puts her dress back, and walks away. Sighing, Beca returns the dress and silently follows Chloe. She's just about to leave the store when a dress catches her eye. It's a cute lavender cocktail dress, just in her size. Looking up and seeing Chloe doing her own thing, Beca quickly grabs it and heads to the changing rooms.
The dress is amazing. It hugs her figure perfectly, great length, and shows the perfect amount of cleavage that's both seductive and professional. Looking at herself in the mirror, Beca finds herself wishing she could have shared this moment with her best friend. She'd imagine that she'd walk out of the dressing room, and Chloe would squeal with how great she looked. Smiling softly, Beca can actually hear the squeal she'd actually make, in her head. Once they bought the dress, Chloe would drag her across the entire mall looking for the perfect accessories that would match the dress. Then the very last step would be Victoria's Secret because according to Chloe - "it's not perfect until everything you wear is sexy. EVERYTHING." Beca laughs softly to herself, thinking about the first time Chloe dragged her to Victoria's Secret. Beca, being Beca, was awkward as hell when she dragged her inside, and Chloe, being Chloe, jumped right in. Before she knew it, Chloe had thrown no less than twenty matching sets into her arms and shoved her into a changing room. And of course, Chloe again being Chloe, went right in with her.
Beca misses that. Taking one last look at herself, Beca changes back into her regular clothes and heads to the cashier. Looking around, she spots Chloe sitting outside on the bench, waiting for her, typing on her phone. Smiling and offering a soft gratitude to the cashier, Beca grabs her bag and heads over. Chloe looks up when she arrives but pays no attention to her. Instead, she just gets up and heads out the door, with Beca following.
"Are you going to be like this the entire time?" In short terms, Beca was frustrated. It's now 9pm and Chloe still hasn't said a full sentence to her today. It has been the same thing all day. She often just shrugged, nodded, or ignored her. If she ever did respond, it was only one worded sentences.
Chloe, who's sitting on the bed and leaning against the headboard, looks up from the book she's reading.
"What?"
"Are you going to act like this the entire time?"
"Act like what?" Oh, look, an actual sentence.
"Seriously? You are ignoring me, barely giving me the time of day!" Beca's voice raises a little as her frustration builds.
"What, am I supposed to pay attention to you every minute of the day?" Chloe demands with a hint of irritation, before turning back to her book.
"What? No! But a little interaction would be nice!" Chloe barely looks up at that, and remains focused on her book. Beca seeing this gets worked up even more. She jumps up out of the chair and stands in front of the bed. "You're seriously not going to answer me? Or at least give me a reason?"
When Chloe continues to ignore her, Beca blows up.
"Are you fucking serious right now? You told me you forgave me, yet you act like this! Is that what this is about? Do I still need to grovel on my knees or something? Do you want me to do that? What the fuck do you want me to do? I said I was sorry, what else can I do to make you see how sorry I am?" In her frustration, Beca rips the book out of Chloe's hand and throws it to the side.
Chloe doesn't move after Beca steals her book. To be honest, she is fuming, but she doesn't let it show. Calmly, she looks up at Beca then stands up to face her.
The tone in which Chloe responds with is ice cold. Beca isn't sure she even thought it was possible for Chloe to sound that cold. To have her speak to her like that now, stops Beca's heart.
"Did you seriously think we would just go back to how we used to be? I would just forget about the past three years like it didn't happen? We would just magically be fixed and everything goes back to normal? Yes, I said we would try, and I am trying!"
"No, but-" Chloe continues as if Beca didn't even speak, as she slowly advances on Beca, cornering her against the wall.
"I am trying, but you broke my heart. Do you get that Beca? You. Broke. My. Fucking. Heart! I thought I could forgive you, but I can't."
"Chloe-"
"I can't forgive you because how do I know you won't just do it again?"
Beca wisely remains silent as she stares into Chloe's dull eyes. Eyes that were once full of life and light are now filled with tears and dull and lifeless. Chloe takes a breath, taking a step back and giving them both space to breathe.
In a softer voice, she looks down and continues. "I told you that I would try, and I will continue to hold that promise. But you can't expect me to just go back to how things were." She looks up and looks at Beca. "I'm not sure if we ever can go back to how we used to be. This is me telling you now, don't have high expectations."
Tears ran down Beca's face. "Tell me what to do." Her voice breaks mid sentence. "Tell me how to fix this."
"I don't think you can."
With that, Chloe turns and walks out.
It wasn't for another couple hours did Beca hear the door open. She hasn't moved from the spot that Chloe had left her, except to slide down to sit on the floor. Assuming it was Chloe, she didn't look up and kept her face buried into her arms, propped up on her knees. It wasn't until she heard the person sit next to her, that she looked up.
"What do you want?" Beca asked resignedly, returning her head back down to her arms.
"You're an idiot Mitchell." Aubrey Posen was never one to hold back her words.
"Please, tell me how you really feel."
"Oh, don't be a sarcastic asshole. You dug yourself into this hole. You can only blame yourself."
Sighing, Beca snapped her head up to glare at the blonde. "Is there a reason you're here or are you just here to annoy the shit out of me? Because I am pretty sure that was my job to you?"
Smiling quite evilly, although Beca would never admit it scared her, Aubrey turns to face her. "I'm just here to bug the shut out of you."
Groaning, Beca slammed her head back down into her arms. "Fuck off Posen."
Aubrey laughed loudly. Despite her frustration, Beca could never deny how nice it was to hear Aubrey laugh or even just to see her smile. In college, everyone knew how much of a bitch Aubrey was, especially to Beca. But since their little adventure at her camp, as well as with Jessie dating her, they've gotten close. But it still will never cease to amaze her how much better it was to see Aubrey happy and free.
"Oh, stop being a baby and talk to me, midget." Aubrey grabs Beca's arms and pulls her to face her. "Now, I know that you may look like a kid, and even act like a kid, but please try to be mature right now, okay?" Beca scowled at Aubrey's mocking. She takes it back. They're not friends.
"Okay, okay. I'll be serious. Look Mitchell, I know I don't have to say how much you fucked up. I've told you, Jesse told you, and you know yourself. There was also the time when I kicked your ass for it. So you definitely know." Beca tried to interrupt and claim offense. Aubrey so did not kick her ass! But before she could, Aubrey covered her mouth with her hand, making Beca's scowl deepen.
"Shut up and listen midget! I know how much you still care about her which is why I won't kick your ass again for making her run out of here and into my room."
Beca, being Beca, couldn't stay quiet long.
"Okay, hold up chick! You did not kick my ass, nor could you! I could -"
Before she knew it, Beca felt a sharp slap to the back of her head. "Owww..." Beca whined and rubbed her head.
"Shut the fuck up midget or I'll do worse." Aubrey glared so hard, Beca had to admit she was genuinely terrified. Admit in her mind. Never out loud.
"Now, that you are done interrupting me, let me continue. I talked with Chloe, and I know how she is feeling. I also have talked to you before, so I know what you are feeling. Now here I am, being the middle man. Listen, and listen closely Mitchell. This is my wedding week, in which I should be having the time of my life. Not only with my fiance, but with my friends as well. Yet, here I am having to be a middle man to your fucked up problems. If I didn't care about you guys, I wouldn't even bother."
Huffing, Aubrey took a breath and calmed down a bit, continuing a bit softer.
"She's really hurt Mitchell. I don't need to tell you that. But what you also need to know is that she wants you back in her life. She is just scared, which I'm sure you can imagine why. She does want to work things out, but you can't just jump in and expect things to go back how it used to be. You have to take it slow, ease back into things. The last three years were the hardest years of her life. It was the saddest years of her life, and the saddest I have ever seen her."
Aubrey moves to sit next to Beca, leaning against the wall. "If you ever repeat this, I will hunt you down and kill you in your sleep. But I honestly believe you are good for her. I think that there is no one else in this world that could fix her but you. But I need to know something first. Do you love her? And I don't mean friend love, or even best friend love. I mean, genuine, affectionate, heads over heels in love with her?"
Beca's eyes widen with the question. What could she say? She's been avoiding thinking of that night for the past three years. She didn't want to think of why she ran, or what scared her. Looking over to Aubrey, she is sitting there calmly with no judgement on her face. Beca is pretty sure she has a deer-in-headlights look though.
"I-I-Well.."
"Breathe Mitchell. It's not that complicated. Do you love her or not?" When Beca continued to remain frozen with fear in her eyes, Aubrey continued. "Okay, I want you to do something for me. Close your eyes."
Taking a deep breathe, Beca leaned her head back on the wall and followed the blonde's directions.
"Okay, now I want you to clear your mind. Don't think of anything, just clear your mind and breathe...Good. Now, I want you to imagine your future. Think about what you may be doing. Are you a senior music producer? What are you doing? Don't tell me, just imagine it." Seeing Beca fully relax, she continued. "Now, thinking about your future, I want you to imagine having a family. Imagine kids running around, maybe a dog as well. Your kids are running outside to play. You're standing at the door watching them, smiling because they are happy. Suddenly, you feel arms wrap around your waist from behind, and the person pulls you into their body. They are your spouse. Now, imagine turning around, and freeze. Who do you imagine standing there, holding you?"
Shit. Beca thinks. She followed the storyline as Aubrey instructed, and for the first time in a long time, she's felt happy. True happiness. For her kids, she imagined two little girls with running outside, and she felt excitement. She wanted to go out there and play with them. Then when she imagined her spouse's arms around her, she didn't even need to think who it may be. It was confirmed when she imagined turning around. There was no one else it could have been. Chloe. And that is what hits her like a mack truck. She imagined having a family with Chloe, and she felt true happiness.
Opening her eyes with realization, she sees Aubrey with a smug smile on her face.
"Fuck, I'm in love with Chloe Beale."