So, I'm trying something new here. I'm moving to a third person POV to make it more consistent. I'll work on the previous chapters to turn them into third person POVs in the coming days. I hope you like this chapter. Tell me what you think!
Jalex1: I'm not sure if i should tell you, it might spoil the story! :))
My Soul is in the Stars: Yep, Chloe did die, but in the past that Emily came from. So who knows what will happen. Hahaha
Guest & awesome kid: Thanks!
"I don't want just an experiment, Chlo. I want you. I want us. I need to know if you want it too."
Beca opened her eyes because something or someone was poking her arm. It was Emily. "Hey, um, good morning. Aubrey's calling us."
Beca woke up to a terrible headache because she lacked sleep, and when she looked at Chloe stretching, she could see in her eyes that her head was probably throbbing in pain. She did remember smelling alcohol, strong alcohol, in her breath. Did she like have a one-on-one with Aubrey? Or Amy?
Her distant voice telling Chloe she wanted her was on loop inside her head, further fueling her headache. Not only that, it's making her unable to look at Chloe or be able to act normal around the redhead. Honestly, she doesn't understand why it's awkward now because she's always thought there was probably something there between them. The awkwardness is probably stemming from the fact that she's finally admitted it to herself, that it's not just a possibility but is gearing towards a sure thing, at least from her end. She tried to set aside those thoughts as she tried focusing on their task at hand.
In all fairness to Aubrey, she did come prepared for this. Using the pitch pipe was actually a nice touch. Beca wouldn't necessarily approve of all their activities, but she'll have to admit, some of them were fun. Tiring, but fun. Well, at least at first. The activities started out fun, but there comes a point when you've just had enough. Your body is aching, joints are probably swollen, lunch hasn't been even served and the multiple times your body has hit the water is taking its toll. That was how Beca was feeling.
They worked on the exercises, a lot of them requiring physical contact with each other. As usual with Beca, it's awkward especially when having to hold Chloe. It doesn't help that what she was wearing was showing too much skin that just makes Beca's brain go haywire. It would have been better if she got the usual bubbly Chloe, but no. Instead, she was getting this cold and distant and has she mentioned, cold, Chloe?
Aubrey asking them to sing songs that for sure came from the song list of Bellas of old only added to the throbbing pain inside her head. And Chloe, there was something off about her today, like, they hadn't spoken nor looked at each other. Not that Beca was counting every moment. Not at all.
There was that switch in Beca's brain. If this is what I get for fuckin' trying. She opened herself to a world of hurt by admitting, even just to herself, her feelings for a certain redhead. She hasn't even said anything yet and she's already getting rejected. Seeing Chloe mess around with Stacie or with Ashley and Jessica only added fuel to the fire and Beca can only take so much.
Beca's head, cloudy from all the aching muscles, hunger pangs, water splashes and Chloe's unexplainable coldness, decided to put a stop to this madness.
"Sorry, what are we doing?" Beca asked in between breaths.
And Chloe, as if to mask her annoyance with Beca's own annoyance, said with a bright but obviously forced smile, "We're rediscovering our sound."
"Are we? Because it feels like we're just singing songs that would never go on our set."
What was supposed to be just a confrontation about the songs that they were singing, became something bigger. Beca was now telling them about other important things to do because she's suddenly realized she didn't understand why she was in this retreat to begin with. She just wants to get away and it doesn't help that Chloe is right behind her and is answering every question she's had.
Oh, but the answer Chloe just gave her was a question. And Chloe didn't sound too happy.
"What could be more important than this?"
Beca looked at the redhead, and was restraining herself really bad. Why are you being so cold to me all of a sudden? Was it because of the experiment thing last night? Fuck, Chlo! I'm sorry for not wanting to give in to your whimsical whims because whatever it is that we have, I want a proper shot at. Not just some stupid experiment.
Beca bit her tongue, deciding against speaking to the redhead about it, not in front of the Bellas, especially not in front of Aubrey—she might just end up being fed to the bears.
"Nothing."
"No, you don't think we haven't all realized you've been a little checked out lately?"
Well, I'm sorry madame, some of us have a future to think of because not all of us have the luxury of staying in college for seven fuckin' years!
Again, Beca bit her tongue. She remembered her conversation with Amy a few weeks ago that whatever it was Beca was doing, she was doing it because she was trying to run away from eventually having to let go of all the Bellas, of Chloe. Beca bit her tongue some more.
"Come on Beca, just tell her." Amy helped.
"I heard that. Tell me what?" Everyone knew they've pissed the redhead once she glared at you.
"Oh, you misunderstood me. I clearly said rumpumpum-Beca-pshnaw." Amy gave Chloe a smile. "Listen, I don't want you guys to fight. You're Beca and Chloe, together you're Bhloe. And everyone loves a good Bhloe. So," And that was when Amy decided to walk away from the pending fight between the two.
"Okay. I've been interning out at a recording studio and a legit music producer wants to hear my work. God forbid, I have something going on outside this group."
"Okay, so why would you keep something like that from us?"
"Because you're obsessed! You all are!" And Beca continued on about thinking about the future.
With voices raised, everyone was watching the two co-captains. "This has been my family for seven years." And Chloe's face—her eyes staring directly at Beca's—when she said that, had so much passion in them. Beca had to refrain herself so bad from pinning the older girl against the nearest tree, Tell me you stayed for me.
Instead, she blurted out, "Yeah, 'cause you're too scared to leave. Sack-up-dude!"
Beca knew she had crossed the line. She wasn't even sure anymore why she was being hostile towards Chloe. She heard gasps from the other girls, Emily walking around in circles not knowing what to do, and Aubrey wanting to stop the fight but not getting the chance to butt in.
"Okay," Chloe began, "so you've been lying to us for the entire year and now you're just going to flake out? Now when the Worlds is right around the corner, right after graduation?" Beca could feel what wasn't being said by Chloe out loud, You're doing this again. You're just going to walk out on us after what I've done for you ever since you came into Barden like how I fought with Aubrey, my best friend for years just so she could let you back in and trust you with the pitch pipe. That's what you're good at, Mitchell. Running away.
Beca having had enough, and not wanting anymore to rile up Chloe because honestly, this Chloe scares her primarily because she's never seen her this angry before, started walking away. If it weren't for those damn bear traps, she would have ended up back in Barden, refusing to speak to anyone and who knows what could have happened. But there were those damn bear traps. After a bit of commotion and discussion about corporate ladders and saying sorry to everyone, honestly, Beca wanted to shout to everyone what she's been carrying inside her for a long time now but thought better of it.
And it was around the campfire, when Chloe told everyone she was finally graduating and when the redhead started singing that song that started it all, her audition song, it broke Beca.
And I'm leaving tomorrow what do you say?
Beca could see the pain in Chloe's eyes, which she really didn't understand. Chloe's eyes seemed to be pleading and Beca didn't know what to do. One minute she's cold, the next she's vulnerable.
It was after Amy had cropped dusted Beca and Chloe, after Amy got caught in a bear trap that Beca decided that maybe it's time. Everyone had begun to walk back towards the camp, Beca gently grabbed Chloe's arms to pull her aside. She may have seen Aubrey eye her with those hawk-like eyes.
"Hey, Chlo. Can we, uh, talk for a bit?"
Chloe gave her a sweet smile, a smile Beca knew she didn't deserve because of the things she'd said earlier.
"Yeah, sure."
"I, uh, um—I just," Beca gave out a nervous laugh. "I'm sorry. I really am. I don't even know what came over me earlier."
"Hey, Becs. It's fine. I probably deserved it." Chloe, being Chloe, offered Beca her sweetest smile as if to reassure her.
"No, Chlo. You don't. I fucked up big time. I'm really sorry."
Chloe assured her with another smile.
"So, are we okay?"
"Of course."
And Beca, being Beca, could not find the courage to tell Chloe what she's been intending to tell her. Instead focuses on something less serious, "So, an exotic dancer, huh?"
They both laughed as they walked back to the campsite.
Baca's mind has been moving from A to B then A to B again until it's become a loop. A is telling Chloe how she feels and B is not telling Chloe how she feels. Finally deciding one over the other, she held Chloe's hand as she stopped her from walking. Chloe looked back at her, afraid that her foot might have been stuck somewhere because you know, Beca is clumsy as hell.
"Chlo, can we talk in private?"
Chloe had a confused look because they just talked but then it softened, "Sure."
"Um, maybe away from the others. Can we walk to that area?" Beca pointed to a little clearing beyond a group of trees.
"Okay. But, can we not stray from the path? I wouldn't want to have to climb up a tree to pull you down." Chloe added a smirk.
"Shut up, Beale."
"What's up?" Chloe had asked the younger girl once she decided to stop, that the space was far enough from the other girls. Beca had her back facing Chloe, so the redhead wouldn't see the flustered look on her face.
"This is harder than I thought," Beca muttered.
"What is?" Chloe, who was now leaning on of the giant trees in the clearing, had asked.
"Nothing. I, uh…" As Beca turned around to look at the redhead, she realized just how beautiful she is, with the moonlight casting a beautiful glow on her face. And she thought of Chloe's reaction if she told her what she was supposed to tell her. But then there was nothing. She didn't know really how Chloe would react, what she would say or do. There was only one way to find out.
"Chloe, I, uh…" Beca began. She was about to continue when she had heard the fallen leaves rustling, like someone, or something, was running on them. It wasn't even walking, it sounded like fast movement.
Beca saw Chloe's eyes as it showed sudden fear. And in Aubrey's freakin' lodge, there was only one thing that would bring about that kind of fear. Bears.
"Guys!" It was Fat Amy running, vertical running, towards them and then past them. "Run!"
The two, not even thinking about what was going on or where in the world Amy came from, followed her and ran towards the main area of the lodge. Several of Aubrey's staff had gone out with rifles, apparently with sleep darts as bullets, to sweep the area. This time, Aubrey had given them the key to an actual room, which Amy was very much thankful for.
It was already the next day, as they were about to leave the Lodge when Chloe pulled Beca aside to ask her about last night's conversation. "You never got to say what you were supposed to say."
"It's uh… some other time, Chlo." Beca squeezed Chloe's hand for reassurance. The drive back to Barden was quiet, what with everyone being tired. Beca was deep in her thoughts, her fingers busy drumming a beat on her knees. She was trying to think how she could possibly say everything she's ever wanted to say to Chloe. If there even was a way.
It came as a surprise to Emily when Beca invited her to collaborate. She didn't know what to say, but still agreed to it. In Emily's mind, how could she decline that. What was she going to tell Beca. "Oh, Beca, I'm sorry, but no. I don't want to collaborate with you." She couldn't do that. Not if she wanted to be banned from the Bella house all of a sudden.
So there she was, inside the recording studio, about to secretly record a song with Beca Mitchell using equipment that wasn't theirs. Now, Emily is a smart young lady, her parents did raise her well. However, what she wasn't able to foresee was her using "Flashlight" as her go to song in this period in time, and now she has to record it with her mom who was actually the original writer of the song, just not in this period. Ah, the problems of time travel.
And as Emily began to sing the first few lines of the song, she couldn't help but remember the first time she's heard it.
"Beca, I know you're hurting. We are too. But we care about you a lot. I think, one year is enough sabbatical. Chloe would never approve of this."
"Yeah, but Chloe isn't here." Beca answered Aubrey as she finished washing the dishes. Aubrey always made time for her and the kids even with her busy schedule, running three lodges across the country.
Aubrey just gave her a sigh. Beca regretted having said that because really, she's had to deal with that thought that Chloe was gone every single day of the past year and it's a struggle for her to not think about that fact.
"Come on, Beca. Just try to write something. I don't know. Play the piano. Sing. Anything. You don't even have to release a song. Just do something."
Ever since Chloe's passing, Beca had opted to not work on her music, even the management of talents her studio had was given to her right hand man (or woman), CR. It was a surprise move especially given how her career had taken off. Beca had chosen to focus on Emily and raising Maddie. Beca never played favorites, but given the circumstances of Maddie's birth, she made sure she had all the care and attention she needed. Of course, it was a bonus that she looked a whole lot like her mother, with her bright baby blue eyes.
And it was after Aubrey's constant nagging, CR and Stacie's harassment, Fat Amy's constant Skype calls whenever she was in Tasmania, and even her dad's and often times Sheila's constant reminder, Beca had finally decided to play something. It was an unfinished song, one she stopped composing after the accident. It was supposed to be a gift for Chloe, but then things happened. She began playing on the piano one night. The mood was somber, a light rain was falling outside. The arrangement she had felt sad, as if the song knew what had happened. She saw the door open; it was a surprised Emily. Surprised she was playing again.
The song's original purpose was ironically changed. The song had taken a whole new different meaning It baffled Beca how one song's purpose could change completely, it changed the way she played it, the way she heard it. Everything just changed.
Her first performance after her hiatus was at an award show where she was nominated for this specific song. She chose a different arrangement, the original arrangement, for the song "Flashlight". It was slow and intimate, with only the piano as instrument. Everyone in the audience felt her pain as her voice cracked as she sang the first few lines. Everyone knew what had happened.
When tomorrow comes, I'll be on my own
Feeling frightened of the things that I don't know
Beca had asked all the Bellas to sing with her in this performance, afraid to do it alone. Their voices singing together, paired with her arrangement sent shivers down Emily's spine. It was unbelievably beautiful and painful at the same time.
As the song was about to end without any accompaniment, Beca had sung the last lines. It was in that moment, upon hearing her voice that Emily knew of the pain she was living with.
I look around me, and see sweet life
I'm stuck in the dark but you're my flashlight
Getting me, getting me through the night.
It was the last time Beca used that arrangement and sung that song live.
Beca woke up exceptionally early, hoping to get to see a certain redhead before she went for her morning run. When she got to the kitchen, to her suprise, she had just missed Chloe. Another surprise was finding Stacie in one corner of the kitchen eating a bowl of ice cream.
"Jesus, Stacie! You scared me!"
"What? I'm the surprise now? Hey, you're the one who's up unbelievably early." Stacie countered.
"Yeah, well.." Beca trailed as she looked at the kitchen door, trying to see if she could catch a glimpse of Chloe.
"You just missed her."
"What? Who?" Beca tried to act normal.
"Why not try running after her?" Stacie offered.
Beca was about to act stupid and deny whatever Stacie was suggesting, but thought of something better. She immediately went up to her room to grab a pair of sneakers and went outside. She may have heard Stacie mutter something close to "Finally.", but she wasn't really sure.
The first few minutes were exhilarating, she felt like she could conquer the world. Okay, that's a bit of an exaggeration. Add a few more minutes and she was second guessing herself. Another few more and she was hating herself. Seriously, what was I thinking?! Chloe is a runner. I'm not. There's no way I'll be able to catch-. And that was when she saw Chloe, who was now walking with her hands resting on her waist.
"Chlo—" Beca tried to shout, but all that came out of her was huffing and puffing. And it seemed to have worked because Chloe turned around to see what the noise was. Yes, all that came out of Beca's mouth was noise, a bunch of incoherent words put together that made up something what normal people would call noise.
"Becs?" Chloe turned around and walked towards her.
"Hey! I, uh… give me a minute."
"In for three, out for three." Chloe offered.
"What?" Beca was confused, as she puffed some more. Cardio is not my thing.
"Just follow me. Inhale for three seconds. Exhale for three."
And they stayed like that for what felt like hours, but really, it was just five minutes.
"Were you following me?" Chloe finally asked when she felt Beca's breathing had even out.
"Following you? Pssh—No!" Beca was terrible at lying.
Chloe giggled at Beca's defiant answer.
"I was, I just, maybe, I just wanted to be a bit healthier. You know, for the Worlds." Beca offered.
"Uh-huh." Chloe giggled again.
And Beca, being Beca, was praying to the aca-gods to spare her of Chloe's giggling. Because if the redhead giggled one more time, she'd grab her face and kiss her. It's as simple as that.
"If you want to be healthier, I'll race you to the house. Last one will do the other's laundry for 3 days." And Chloe was off.
"Hey! I haven't even said yes!" Beca ran after her. "And, madame, I don't want to die. So let's stop this madness." Damn it. Why does she keep on running away from me?!
The next time Beca tried her luck with Chloe was during one of their dance practices. They have finally nailed down the musical arrangement, thanks to Emily, Chloe and CR. Now, all they had to work on was the choreography. It wasn't hard science, especially not the science that Stacie oh so loved. They were simple dance steps, more so because they've decided to put the moves of the Bellas of old back. Beca was sure to have mastered them by now, but as with three years ago, it seemed she still had no clue.
So there was Beca acting all frustrated and annoyed at not getting the dance steps. Ideally, it would have been Chloe to the rescue, but she wasn't paying attention to Beca. She hasn't been paying much attention to Beca the past few days, really, but it's not like Beca's noticing and jotting down notes.
"You know, I thought I knew these steps. But they're actually really confusing." Beca tried her luck.
Amy gave her the most perplexed look because really, the steps were so easy even a toddler could do them. "Beca, are you sure you're confused because these steps are really, really, and I mean, really simple even the dumbest blond alive could do it."
By this time, Stacie had been covering the areas Chloe hadn't so she walked towards Beca and Amy. "Midget. If you don't want me to drown you in your tears, act like the captain that you are and learn these moves!"
And Beca, not wanting to have an angry Stacie by her, fixed herself up and miraculously learned all the confusing dance steps in under a few minutes.
"Wasn't so hard, was it?" Stacie gleamed.
Beca trying to get Chloe's attention didn't stop there. The third time was that one time when she knew Chloe was studying for one of her final exams and she was in charge at the radio booth, she decided to play all of the redhead's favorite mixes. All it earned her was a thank you the next morning.
And then of course there's that little secret that Beca does every night wherein she runs for at least thirty minutes to build her stamina so that the redhead won't be able to run away from her the next time.
There was the fourth time she tried again, when after one of their longer practices, they've decided to hit a bar and drink up. When there's music, there's dancing. And when there's dancing, there's Chloe. Beca may have been closely watching the redhead as she danced her worries away.
"You know, in my country, people who stare at other people that way, they get shot." Flo offered. Lilly muttered something but Beca wasn't able to hear. "Yes, Lilly's right." Flo apparently did.
Beca decided to leave the two in their crazy world and walked towards the redhead who was now chatting up someone by the bar who looked like someone that needed to be saved from the close-talker that was Chloe.
"Hey, Chlo!"
"Hey Becs. I was just telling Anna here the theory of everything."
"Okay, let's just leave everything there and maybe we can walk to our table." Beca tried to guide Chloe back to where they were seated. "But I was telling her about the theory of everything."
"Yeah, I know Beale."
"Then why'd you take me away?"
"You're drunk."
"You're in love with me."
"What?" Beca felt the world slow down. Oh no you're not doing this to me, Beale. I've been preparing myself for this moment and you blurt it out just like that? The same way you blurted out Titanium was your lady jam?!
"Ashley! Let's dance!" And just like that, Chloe was off dancing with someone else.
The fifth time, Beca made sure she was prepared. She tried running in the morning again but she made sure she was up even before the redhead did. She was already waiting outside when Chloe came out. She may have gotten a bit surprised seeing Beca outside and if it weren't for the fact that they lived in the same house, Chloe would have thought Beca was stalking her.
"So you're running now, huh?" Chloe smirked.
"Yeah, a certain redhead may have influenced me towards the right direction."
And they began running at a pace. Chloe was obviously gauging Beca's endurance, slowing down if she had to.
"Hey, you don't have to slow down Beale. I've trained for this."
And Chloe let out a laugh, a laugh that made her eyes glisten; a genuine laugh that brought light to everything. Beca ended up staring at the redhead, creepily I might add.
"You're staring, Becs." Chloe grinned at her as she picked up her pace.
And Beca, upon seeing Chloe's pace had increased, she tried to match it as well. But Beca's not really one to multitask when it comes to physical activity so she's not able to mask anything in moments like these. Her sarcasm fails. Her filter is turned off. In this specific moment, it's as if Beca had been injected with a truth serum. She had heard Chloe say she was staring. And what she told her afterwards felt so automatic. It was because of her inability to multitask that she wasn't able to put the brakes on her stupid mouth.
"Yeah, 'cause you're so beautiful." It sounded almost like a whisper, like a truth that wasn't supposed to be told to anyone.
Chloe suddenly stopped running. And so did Beca, realizing what she had just said.
There was mist over the lake, the sun was about to rise and Chloe's face glowed beautifully thanks to the early morning sun. Chloe was breathing through her mouth, not panting, just deeply breathing. Her eyes gave Beca a questioning look. She looked like someone who was at a loss for words which is a first for Chloe Beale.
Beca wanted to backtrack, she wanted to take back what she said. Now that she was just there standing, not doing anything else, her mind was telling her to give a sarcastic remark. Okay, Beale. No need for a dramatic silence. Or. Hey, I'm waiting for a response. How about a you're so beautiful too, Becs. But no. She held her ground. She bit her tongue.
"Are you seriously not going to talk?" Beca finally asked, breaking the silence.
"What?"
"I think you know, Chlo. You always have." Beca was gaining confidence now.
"I don't—"
"There's something going on between us. Something that we weren't quite sure of but it was there. Still is." Beca stepped a little closer to Chloe, who hadn't moved a single step.
"Becs, I rea—"
"Like how you enjoy spending weekends in my room. Or how I enjoy spending weekends in your room. Whichever."
Chloe was staring at her intently, her eyes searching Beca's.
"Or how you always look for me when I'm not there. Don't even try to deny it."
If Beca wasn't mistaken, Chloe's eyes were beginning to glisten with tears.
"Or how there's always a lingering touch. A longing look. Even just a presence. As long as you're there. As long as I'm there. We're okay."
And there it was. The first tear that came out of Chloe's eyes that morning. She had her arms crossed in front of her.
"Come on, Chlo. I know you know. There's something here." Beca pointing to the gap between them, which was becoming smaller and smaller by the minute.
Chloe let out a laugh, a mixture of happiness, sadness and frustration.
"Beca stop."
What?
"There is nothing here." Chloe, pointing to the gap between them as she stepped back and slowly walked back towards the house. Beca was stumped. Dumbfounded. If it weren't for the sunrise hitting her eyes, she would have been left there. "Chloe, wait!" The redhead was slowly running away, so she ran after her.
"Wait up!" "What gives, Beale?!" "Hey!" Beca finally grabbed Chloe's arm. "Chlo. What the hell?"
"What, Beca?" Chloe was glaring at her.
"What—Why are you being so cold all of a sudden? You think I haven't noticed you've been distant the past few weeks?" It was Beca's turn to become defiant.
"You're being unfair, Beca." Chloe had eyes that could pierce through anyone's skin, no matter how thick. And Beca may have stepped back a little, afraid of what Chloe could do. This Chloe, this angry Chloe, it scared the shit out of her.
"I don't understand, Chlo."
"I gave you everything for three years. I chased you like a lost puppy. I put a hold on everything. I put my fuckin' life on hold for you and there was nothing."
"Chloe…" To be honest, Beca was speechless.
"Do you know how hard it was for me to explain to my parents that I wasn't graduating again because I failed Russian Literature, of all courses, for the nth time?"
At that point, Beca felt she only had to listen.
"I put three years of my life on hold for you, Beca. And now—now, you're just—you're—just when I've decided to move on from you, you show yourself in front of me and—"
"Get a room, dumbasses!" It may have been because of the moment. It may have been because of the sun. They hadn't noticed the in-coming vehicle suddenly honking at them when it was just three meters away.
"Chloe, I didn't—"
"Shut it, Beca. I'm tired, okay? I'm tired of following you around. I'm tired of whatever this is." Chloe said as she mimicked Beca's actions earlier as she pointed to the gap between them. "I'm done." And Chloe walks away again.
"Wait! What do you mean you're done? We haven't even started anything!" "Hey, come on." "Chloe, what the hell is happening?"
"What, Beca? What is it that you want from me? What exactly do you want to happen here? Huh?"
There goes the angry Chloe again.
It took a while for Beca to answer, because really, she felt like she mustn't screw this up. "I want us, Chlo. There. I said it. I want us." And it sure feels wonderful, having kept it from the world for so long and finally being able to let it out.
Chloe let out a laughter, and then let out a cry of frustration. After what felt like an eternity of silence, she began to speak with a gentler tone, the Chloe that was closer to the one Beca knew so well.
"Stop it, Becs. Please? Don't do this to me."
Beca didn't know what to say. If there was one thing she couldn't stand, it would be a Chloe in pain, a Chloe that was crying. It wasn't a simple physical pain that she could take care of by taking something. No. It was a deeper kind of pain, an emotional one; one that she had caused.
They had decided to stay by the roadside, in case someone decided to run them over. Chloe had been quiet for a long time when Beca finally decided to speak up.
"Chlo? Do you want this? I just—I'm sorry, I know I've fucked up. It's not all clear to me but I think I'm slowly starting to get it. I just need to know. For my peace of mind, I guess? Do you want this? Do you want us?" And that last part, it sounded more like a whisper, like Beca was too shy to admit or probably too scared to find out the answer.
Beca doesn't expect much of the world. So when the world tried to reject her, she knew she had to lower expectations. Her plan, if any, wasn't going anywhere. When she had asked Chloe if she wanted it too, she was shooting for the stars. Might as well, I'm in deep anyway. So it was a surprise when Chloe looked at her, her eyes red from tears, her cheeks deep in color, then a small smile formed on her face. It was even a bigger surprise when she nodded and whispered, "You have no idea."
