A/N: Hey guys! Thanks for all the comments and such. Here's the next chapter (because clearly I have an addiction to writing).
Sorry for the rough first few chapters, and for the dramatic start too (I'm starting to think the plot of this story can be used for a soap :P).
And I do apologize for breaking Chloe's heart (and by extension yours) in every chapter so far...
But yeah, it gets more of an up and down battle from here.
Anyways, enjoy the Bechloe moments in this one.
The song Beca sings here is called 'Always' by James Arthur.
I don't own pitch perfect.
Chloe was restless for the rest of the day. Not being busy with work sometimes sucked, Chloe still had a week to settle down before she starts in her new job – she was to teach music in an exclusive private school. It especially sucked when you're trying to keep your mind busy, when you're trying to avoid.
Beca was alive.
Someone from a powerful family by some strange luck found her.
And she's living a new life.
All for the last five years.
And for all of those five years she doesn't even remember who she was.
At Aubrey's suggestion – mostly because she was being driven insane by Chloe's constant pacing – Chloe decided to leave their apartment and do some exploring.
And that's how Chloe found herself in yet another record store, somewhere a little farther away from their building this time.
Chloe found herself strangely enough exploring inside the record store when she again spots a record that Beca had mentioned to her once. She smiled to herself, shaking her head at the thought of finding yet another one of Beca's record recommendations before reaching out to grab it.
And again her hands meet someone else's.
Chloe looked up and smiled this time, the shock of the initial meeting finally starting to ebb away. Instead, the familiar warmth that had been missing in her life was slowly returning to claim its rightful place in her heart.
It was bittersweet at the moment, true, but she'll rather have bittersweet than nothing.
And to have Beca smirking at her again was something she'll treasure, whether or not the tiny DJ remembers her.
"I'm starting to strongly believe that I have a new redheaded stalker." Beca commented.
"Well, I'm sorry to have good tastes in music." Chloe retorted, trying to push away the uncertainties that were taking her over.
"Ah, so she speaks!"
"Sorry, was just tired from before. Tired and drunk."
Beca chuckled. "Can't deny that you're right about that, both the taste in music and being drunk the other night." Beca said as she let go of the record once again to let Chloe have it.
"Oh no you can totes have this." Chloe said giving it back. Beca looked at her curiously but she gladly accepted it.
Beca made her way towards the register and looked back at Chloe who tried to busy herself with the records in front of her. Chloe knew, letting Beca go now felt so wrong, but what was she to do?
She couldn't just force the past on Beca.
That would be wrong.
"So what are you doing here Red?" Beca called out, and Chloe lifted her head up to see Beca making her way back to her.
"Just exploring the neighborhood. How about you?"
"Dodging my babysitters." Beca commented which made Chloe laugh a little.
"You're babysitters?" Chloe repeated before remembering what Jesse said and figured it out. "You have bodyguards?"
"Yeah." Beca replied. "I thought you'd know that since, you know, you're my stalker and all. I mean you did know who I was."
"I am not your stalker." Chloe replied indignantly. "Because you know, if I am, I would have totally broken into your shower by now." she added, mostly to test the waters and see how Beca would react.
"Why do I have a feeling that that's something you've done before?" Beca asked amused. "And you didn't answer my question, how do you know me?"
Chloe looked down, she wasn't sure how to approach this topic. She bit her lip before looking back at Beca whose gaze never left Chloe's eyes.
Not even for a minute, no.
Chloe looked at her questioningly prompting Beca to shake her head. "Sorry, it's just that your eyes are so incredibly blue." she heard her say.
"All the better to charm you with my dear." Chloe replied. "Sorry, I know you said you were already spoken for." she quickly added.
"No, that's fine." Beca said brushing it off. "You still haven't answered my question though. Quit dodging. So how do you know me Red?"
"Would you believe me if I told you that you looked like someone I knew and she had the same name? And you can call me Chloe, you know."
The tiny DJ nodded before thinking about what Chloe said about how she knew her. "I might." Beca found herself admitting. "Care to join me for a while? I have nothing to do and it would be more fun to have some company. I mean, if you're free. You seem like good company."
Chloe considered the offer for a moment. She was hesitant to say yes, afraid she'll just end up blurting things out, but this was her chance to get to know Beca, the Beca she didn't get to know for the past five years, and if it would help to bring her memories back. "Sure."
Chloe was glad she said yes.
The two of them spent the afternoon in a typical Beca and Chloe way.
As best they could at least.
Beca was Beca, in each and every way that Chloe could remember her to be. From her taste in music to her distaste in movies.
The redhead asked questions whose answers she already knew, wanting to know if the loss of memory has changed anything in Beca and avoiding any serious question that may seem like Chloe's pushing for more information.
But nothing changed.
They were all still the same.
And Chloe found that some things in life truly does endure.
More than that, it's like she's getting to know Beca all over again. Starting all over again from scratch.
Chloe found herself falling in love with Beca all over again.
They visited a music store, Beca grabbing a few instruments – apparently she's a good friend of the store owner so they let them 'play' around the store – and started playing familiar songs that Chloe couldn't help but wonder if Beca knew, if she remembered.
"So how did you know you wanted to be a DJ?" Chloe asked, while sitting in a coffee shop with Beca, finally getting tired from all the walking and running around.
Beca looked thoughtful for a moment before sporting on her usual smirk. "I don't know, I'm not sure. I just, I've always been drawn to music."
"Oh." Chloe murmured and Beca gave her a curious look.
"You seem like you want to know more than that Red."
"Just curious, and I said you can call me Chloe."
"Well, Chloe, how about you? How did you know you wanted to teach music?"
"Guess I've always just loved music." Chloe simply answered.
But it only earned her a very curious look on Beca.
"Why do I have a feeling you're not telling me something?" Beca asked but Chloe simply shrugged. She didn't want to just throw it all in Beca's face, she was still trying to piece things to together.
"Oh Ms. Mitchell!" a man, Chloe presumed to be the manager, said as he approached the table.
Beca smiled at him as he approached but she didn't miss the brief reaction that flashed in Chloe's eyes.
Because Chloe was surprised. She hasn't asked yet, but apparently Beca knew her real name. Her full real name.
So what did Beca know?
And what didn't she know?
Has she truthfully lost her memory or not?
Questions kept flooding back into Chloe's mind, only to be snapped out of it by Beca's question.
"Hey Red, I mean Chloe, you okay if I excuse myself for a while?"
"Huh, oh yeah, sure." Chloe mumbled.
She was a little bit curious as to why Beca was following the manager towards the tiny little stage on the corner of the shop but apparently the coffee shop hosted a few performances and open mics.
That's when Chloe understood, Beca was probably a regular costumer at the coffee shop and the manager asked her to play something. Something proven to be true when Beca grabbed the guitar near the mic stand and started playing a song.
For a while Chloe found herself immersed in the music. Beca's voice was just as she remembered it.
So yeah, she was falling for Beca all over again.
Well, let me paint you a picture
introduce some non-fiction
and you can watch how the truth unfolds
and I will wait till the morning
and you can tell me how nightmares,
they don't visit you in your dreams
And so when Beca looked over Chloe's direction, she felt the surge of butterflies taking her over again.
The paradox of breathing and losing your breath at the same time.
The electricity starting to flow like blood through her veins.
For once in a long time, Chloe felt alive again.
and as you walk out the door
you will tell me that I'm right
and I will ask you, "just what for?"
and you will tell me that tonight
that I'm the one to keep you warm
and I will look at you and smile
So maybe that was why Chloe totally missed a rather gorgeous blonde walking in the coffee shop and sitting at a table behind hers. Beaming and looking totally enamored by the tiny DJ on stage.
and you will tell me that I'm everything that you wanted,
that you needed,
everything, that you wanted,
that you needed
and you don't want me to go away
baby I'm here to stay
always
always
Chloe watched as Beca finished her song and the DJ smirked at the redhead before making her back to their table.
Only to be swept up in a tight embrace by the said blonde that Chloe didn't notice at all.
"Alex, didn't know you'll be back today." Beca muttered in shock before the blonde kissed her.
Chloe tuned out the rest of the exchange afterwards. Jealousy taking over her completely.
Jealousy that she tried to bury deep down.
She was sure that Beca introduced her as a friend to a Dr. Alex von Albrecht before they parted ways.
With Beca insisting for Chloe to have the record she bought earlier. "I bought this for you, I already have three copies anyways." Beca said in a low whisper before turning to leave and Chloe simply nodded and smiled as she accepted the gift.
Her thought only circling back to the gorgeous blonde.
What is it with Beca and blondes?
At least she was less intimidating than the DSM she-wolf.
But something told Chloe that her angelic appearance only made her a more dangerous enemy in vying for Beca's affection.
