Chloe sighed, stirring her vodka and coke while keeping her eyes trained on her best friend who was being chatted up by some muscly guy with stubble and like a million tattoos. Exactly the type of guy you would expect Beca Mitchell to be into and most likely end up with.
No one would expect her to have feelings for a puppy-like redhead who's favourite colour was yellow and favourite activity was gazing at her lovingly. It was heart breaking. And Chloe had gone through her fair share of one sided crushes. But none were like Beca.
Beca had a small build but was somehow so effortlessly beautiful. She was passionate and warm (well only if you were close. So basically she acted warmly toward Chloe and that was about it), and would do anything for the people she cared about. Especially the Bellas.
And on top of all of that, she had some kind of invisible sex appeal. Chloe would happily jump into her bed any time. Like literally. She would drop anything. So she really didn't blame that guy for being interested in her.
Chloe watched as the guy winked at Beca and she smiled awkwardly. The brunette shook her head and said something that seemed apologetic before turning to the bar and ordering a bottle of beer.
The redhead felt her breath catch in her throat as Beca walked over, beer in a hand and a furious blush in her cheeks. "You turned that guy down?"
"Well Yeah. I mean. Because we kind of have a thing right?"
Oh. They had a thing? Like a romantical kind of thing? Like Beca Effin Mitchell wanted to be involved in a romantical kind of way with her, Chloe freikin Beale? AND SHE HAD NO IDEA THAT IT WAS GOING ON?!
She took a deep breath and slid over in the booth, making space for the Beca to sit next to her. "Yeah. We totally have a thing."
The brunette let out a nervous giggle and adorably awkwardly took Chloe's hand.