Chapter 7
Hey everyone! I'm so sorry it's been so long since i've updated. I was at Bonnaroo for the last five days, and I only just barely started my post festival recovery. I wanted to get this to you guys though, so I'm finally posting this! Also, I totally wrote this chapter BEFORE not-so-average-fangirl posted her chapter using the same song... but I have accepted that as there are a finite amount of songs, and on some level they speak to us as writers of a fandom, and I didn't want to change my scene just because it started to feel "unoriginal" anyway, hope you guys enjoy this!
Keep your pants on, but I am going to bump this fic up to M from here on now just to be safe.
Every year now for the last three hood nights, Chloe stole a bottle of tequila or charmed it out of whatever guy was guarding the liquor, and her and Beca would run off together. This was their secret, this was their tradition. The first year they did this (right after they had won their first ICCA Championship) it had started with a bet. Chloe had been humming "No Diggity", Beca had snorted when she caught a few bars of the familiar song. Chloe became indignant, insisting that she loved the song, and knew every word. So Beca challenged her to do the whole song. If she could do it, Beca would do a shot of tequila, and if she couldn't Chloe would. Chloe did succeed, and Beca took the shot, but Beca of course, wouldn't let it go, and the two went back and forth a few times before they left the party, still trying to out do each other. Someone, neither could really remember who, had the brilliant idea to carry on the fun at a seedy Karaoke bar, which was now become their destination private hood party after party.
"Here's to becoming fast friends," said Beca, winking, and holding up a shotglass brimming with tequila to clink with Chloe's.
"Yes, here, here!" said Chloe. The two took their shots just outside the hedges of the Treble house. They started their walk towards the East Side Tavern, only across the street and a block from the Trebles. They walked into the smokey double wide trailer. No one was in there but the bartender, who they were now friends with after frequenting for some many years. It was a cash only, beer only place. Beca threw down a couple bucks and grabbed two beers.
Chloe walked up to the machine and flipped through it, picking the first song for the night. Over the years, their tradition had become less about the competition and more about a chance for them to hang out, sing, and have a good time together.
Next was "Stronger" Kanye West, and Beca proved again that she had many many hours listening to hip-hop and rap.
The Spice Girls "Wannabe" came on next, as the song began, Chloe gestured to Beca, motioning to her to come up and join her. Beca jumped up, grabbing the second microphone, and they worked the stage together.
After finishing off their first round of beers, the two sang the James Taylor/ Carole King duet "You've Got a Friend", both acting a little sappy and staring into each other's eyes the whole time, harmonizing like it was going out of style.
Chloe challenged Beca to sing "Call Me Maybe", only because she knew that Beca do the entire song sarcastically, and after a very funny performance with many rude hand gestures, Chloe picked out one of her favorite songs.
The familiar guitar riff filled the tiny speakers as Chloe stepped up to the mic, "You think I'm pretty, without any make up on, you think I'm funny when I tell the punchline wrong, I know you get me. So I let my walls fall down, oooooo." She smiled at Beca, "Before you met me, things were alright, but things were kind of heavy, you brought me to life now every February, you'll be my valentine, valentine." She took the mic off the stand and started strutting across the tiny stage, "Let's go all the way tonight, no regrets, just love, we can dance, until we die, you and I, will be young forever..."
She danced into the chorus, point an outstretched arm at Beca, "you make me feel like I'm living a teenage dream, the way you turn me on, I can't breathe, let's run away and don't ever look back, don't ever look back..."
"mmmm... Katy Perry," thought Beca. She wanted something that fit better into her alto range. She walked over and pulled up the song on the machine and started singing with the track-"This was never the way I planned, not my intention. "
Chloe's eyes got even bigger if it was possible. Beca flipped her hair and winked at her, "I got so brave, drink in hand, lost my discretion."
Chloe raised an eyebrow at her, still trying to decide how to react, reaching for her beer, putting it up to her lips, not breaking eye contact with Beca.
"It's not what I'm used to.."
Chloe mouthed at her teasingly, "Wow, big surprise"
Beca smiled back running her hand through her hair, "...just wanna try you on. "
She lifted her arm not holding the microphone and brought it down to point at Chloe, "I'm curious for you, caught my attention." She turned her palm up and wiggled her finger at her in a "come hither motion"
Chloe's smile froze on her face as Beca began to sing the soaring chorus.
"I kissed a girl and I liked it, the taste of her cherry chapstick.
I kissed a girl just to try it, I hope my boyfriend don't mind it."
She swallowed, no longer laughing. She turned, averting her eyes, no longer making eye contact with Beca. Instead, she stared intently at the bottle of beer in her hand. Beca had her eyes closed, and then she was jumping around the stage singing her lungs out. She didn't notice Chloe's quick shift in mood change.
"It felt so wrong,it felt so right.
Don't mean I'm in love tonight.
I kissed a girl and I liked it."
Chloe looked up and plastered a smile on her face, trying to play along with Beca.
Beca finished the song with a flourish and put the mic in the stand. Chloe didn't jump up immediately like she usually did to do her next song. The track to Beca's song faded into a silence that stat heavily on Chloe. She sat for a few seconds before Beca noticed they had finished their beers, and walked back over to the bar to grab another round. Chloe took a big swig from the half empty bottle of tequila. Beca was handing the cash over to the bartender when she heard the beginning of a new song come over the speakers, and Chloe's voice singing.
"Here I am waiting.
I'll have to leave soon
Why am I holding on?
We knew this day would come
We knew it all along
How did it come so fast?"
Beca turned around, beers in hand, to see Chloe on the stage, looking straight at her, eyes shining. Beca gave her a small smile back.
"This is our last night but it's late
And I'm trying not to sleep
Cause I know, when I wake, I will have to slip away"
Chloe's face was marked with desperation, her face read the words she sang. She closed her eyes going into the chorus.
"And when the daylight comes I'll have to go
But tonight I'm gonna hold you so close
Cause in the daylight we'll be on our own
But tonight I need to hold you so close"
Beca put the beers down in front of Chloe on the stage and hopped up with her, grabbing the second microphone joining in with a harmony.
"Here I am staring at your perfection
In my arms, so beautiful
The sky is getting bright, the stars are burning out
Somebody slow it down"
Beca looked over at Chloe, who had here eyes closed as she belted out the words. She turned, closing her eyes too.
"This is way too hard, cause I know
When the sun comes up, I will leave
This is my last glance that will soon be memory"
As the last few words of the song faded away, the two slowly opened their eyes, each looking over at the other. Chloe smiled weakly; Beca pulled her into a hug, and Chloe nuzzled her face into Beca's neck. The two stood there for a full minute before looking up and pulling apart.
Beca opened her mouth, "We good for tonight?"
"Yeah, I think so." whispered Chloe as she turned, trying to wipe away her tears without Beca noticing. She bent down and grabbed the beers, handing one to Beca. Each put the bottle up their mouth and didn't put it down until the entire bottle was gone. They stumbled out of the bar.
The house wasn't very far, only two blocks away.
They stumbled in through the back door into the kitchen. Chloe stumbled, fumbling with the door as she tried to close it. She started giggling, Beca tried to shush her, insisting that they be quiet, since it was about 4AM.
Chloe walked over to the cabinet and grabbed two glasses, filling them with water, handing one to Beca, "drink up" she said.
Beca took it, but not without a, "Thanks mom" in return. Chloe gave her a little shove back on the shoulder. Beca drained the last bit from the glass and whispered, "I got to pee like a racehorse." She went over to the bathroom. Chloe followed, leaning against the door frame, gently rapping on the door, "are you almost done? I got to pee toooooooo." Beca didn't reply, and Chloe just opened the door walking in. "Chloe! I'm peeing!"
"Sweetie, you and I both know its nothing I haven't seen before." she quipped back.
Beca blushed, "I know, but still..." Chloe gave her a condescending smile, "Fine." She turned around so she was facing the door. She heard Beca stand up, zip her pants up and then flush the toilet. Chloe turned back around and started walking towards the toilet now, brushing past Beca in the small space. Beca washed her hands, and then opened the door and walked out, closing the door behind her.
Chloe's room was right next to the bathroom, her room was two flights of stairs. That sounded so far away, Beca decided she was just going to sleep in Chloe's room tonight, she started stripping off her clothes, and was in her underwear, starting to pull one of Chloe's t-shirts over her head when Chloe walked through the door, a little confused to see Beca standing there. "Stairs" came out of Beca's mouth a little muffled, as she spoke through the shirt. She pulled her head out, looking at Chloe who shrugged, walking over towards her bed, pulling off her pants. She closed her eyes and fell onto the bed. Chle felt the bed sink down beside her and heard Beca say, "You shouldn't sleep in your bra, you have to free the ta-tas" Chloe laughed, her eyes still closed. She started unbuttoning her shirt, still lying on the bed, eyes closed. She tossed the shirt onto the ground next to her. She reached behind her, unclasping her bra, shrugging the straps off, eyes still closed. Beca was watching, her head a little hazy from all the drink. The room was dark, except for one lamp in the corner, casting lights shadows over their bodies. She looked at Chloe's round breasts, now stiffening in the open air, licking her lips. Her eyes flickered up to Chloe's face, to see if she still had her eyes closed.
She lay there, red hair fanning around her, breathing deeply, chest rising up and down. Beca couldn't help to think about how beautiful she looked like that, almost like a figure in a painting. Chloe turned, still never opening her eyes, burying her face in her pillow, she grabbed at her blanket, slipping under it, Beca joined her and looked up at the ceiling, and the chorus of "I kissed a girl" replaying in her head.
As her eyes fell heavier and heavier, she caught the briefest thought, "Maybe that wouldn't be so bad. I think I would like that, kissing a girl." before falling into a deep sleep, the pressure between her legs fading away from her thoughts with her consciousness.
I usually hate extended lyrics in fics, I usually scroll through them, so I apologize, hope it was worth it? I really wanted to use "I Kissed a Girl". It was actually the first thing that ever made me seriously consider what it would be like to kiss a girl, and I kind of stole my thoughts for Beca here, but I felt like it fit with her character. I was a freshman in college, and it took me almost 8 more months after that thought to even acknowledge to myself that I might be vaguely bicurious. But here we are, four years later...
Don't worry, I'm going to have them waking up in the morning Chloe topless, see how Beca deals with that sober and knowing that Chloe can see her, in the next chapter =D
Also, I totally worked on this chapter instead of a blog post I need to do for work. whoooops.
make my malingering worth it though, leave me some reviews/comments.
