AN: Sorry for the short and late update guys. If you live in the UK you'll know what's been going on and I've actually been busy with campaigning so as you can imagine I've been pretty busy and now I'm pretty depressed about the result. Oh well, life goes on and so does my story…
A loud bang on her front door shocked Beca into picking her head up from the kitchen table. Wondering who wanted to see her at 6:30am on a Saturday, she moved her coffee cup to the sink along with the other five she'd collected over the course of the night and ambled to the door. Another obnoxiously loud knock came from the door and Beca sighed.
"Alright! I'm coming!" She shouted.
"That's what she said!" A voice came from atop of the staircase.
"Shut the fuck up, Liam. What are you doing up?"
"I'm not exactly gonna sleep through someone practically banging the door down, am I? Plus, someone's gotta come and save you from whoever wants in so badly," he said coming down the stairs. Suddenly he stopped when he heard voice shouting from outside.
"Rebecca Mitchell, you better answer this door in the next 3 seconds or you're getting my foot up your ass!"
Liam slowly started to ascend the stairs knowing exactly whom the voice belonged to and refused to be around when the shit storm came raining down. Beca watched her friend with a look of betrayal written on her face.
"Pussy." She muttered to herself as she answered the door. "Aubrey, good morning, what a pleasant surprise, do come in." Sarcasm dripped from every word as the words fell out of her mouth. Aubrey stormed into the house and into the kitchen leaving Beca standing in the doorway with her head back and eyes closed throwing a silent protest to the blonde's presence. She stomped back into the kitchen and poured herself another cup of coffee before making eye contact with her friend.
"Okay, lay it on me. What have I done this time?" She spoke after sipping her fresh coffee. Aubrey didn't reply, she simply threw a trashy magazine down on the table and sat down on one of the oak chairs.
Beca's eyes caught the picture on the front page and let out a sigh.
"I don't know what you want me to say. You told you I like her. That is what people who like each other do," she said hoping it would be enough for the blonde.
For the first time since entering the house, Aubrey spoke, "I want you to tell me what the hell you were thinking, Beca! I get you like her, I get you're drawn to her but this should not be something to be made public! She's your employee and to make it worse, she's only been around a week. The press will have a field day and it won't be your name that's dragged through the dirt, it'll be hers! If she decides to leave Capitol, she won't ever get another job in the industry again! Luckily, they have no idea who she is. She's just another face amongst the many you've been with to them. But this is dangerous territory, Beca. Don't be selfish."
Beca stood there in silence taking in everything her friend had said to her. It was true, her name wouldn't be tarnished, no one believed half the rumours about her on a bad day but that wouldn't be the case for Chloe. How could she have been so careless?
"I best call her then, hadn't I?" Beca reached for her phone and unlocked it. "Holy shit, maybe a little later, it is only like twenty to seven."
"Yeah, give it a few hours, she's had a rough couple of days, she needs her sleep."
"What do you mean, 'rough couple of days'? Is she okay? Aubrey, do you know something that I don't?" Aubrey's eyes widened at her accidental slip up.
"She's fine Beca, nothing to worry about, okay? She's just upset about the photo." Aubrey paused and a confused look began to show on her face. "Why are you up so early anyway? It's unlike you to be up this early on the weekend."
Beca shrugged her shoulders. "I couldn't sleep."
"I gathered that much, you look like shit." Beca rolled her eyes at the blonde's admission. "Do you wanna talk about it?"
"I just need to call Chloe. I don't think we ended on a good note Thursday and it feels like she's been avoiding me. I just want to know how she feels about me. Is that too much to ask?"
Aubrey looked sympathetically at her friend. "No, it's not but I think you need to call her and ask. You never know what's going on in someone's life that might be changing the way they handle things. Don't forget she's not long broken up with her boyfriend and had to move back in with her parents which is soul destroying for any adult to have to do."
"Yeah, I guess you're right. I'm gonna go try and get some sleep then I'll call her." Beca moved to hug her friend and started to walk up the stairs as Aubrey let herself out.
Beca awoke a few hours later and checked her phone for the time. Reading it was just gone 10am she immediately sat up to call Chloe. The phone rung out multiple times and the DJ started to panic that the redhead was going to ignore her call. The worry was well placed when no answer came. With a loud groan she threw her phone to the end of her bed and buried her face back into the pillow and began stewing over the annoying situation.
Not five minutes into her pity-party, Motorhead's Ace of Spades burst through her phone's speakers filling her room. She jumped up to see Chloe's name on her screen and rushed to answer it.
"Chloe, hey."
"Hey, Becs, you called? Sorry I didn't pick up, I was in the shower."
The wrong type of images started flowing through Beca's brain and stunned her ability to speak momentarily. "Yeah, I did. Umm, I guess I need to talk to you about some, uh, stuff I guess. Umm, is it weird I missed you yesterday?" Beca said mentally slapping herself in the face for sounding so needy. When no reply came from the other side of the phone, backtracking became the only option if she wanted the conversation to continue. "I really shouldn't have said that, I told you I'd back off if you didn't want to start anything with me, which you don't and that sucks but it's okay. God I sound ridiculous, I'm really sorry. Forget I said that." She brought her palm to her forehead and began to repeatedly bash the heel against it trying to knock the desperation out of her.
"It's fine, Beca, I missed you too. Also, I you never got a chance to finish my sentence the other night."
"I'm sorry I- wait, you missed me?" Chloe giggled and Beca swore her heart just melted then and there. She was so perfect. It wasn't fair.
"Yeah, I missed you. So what did you want to talk about?"
"I uh, uh, uh." Get it together Mitchell! "I wanted to apologise about the picture in that stupid magazine and let you know Aubrey has it under control, there's no need to panic. They have no idea who you are so if you keep your head down for a week or so, you'll be fine."
"I know, Aubrey told me this morning, don't worry I'm not mad or anything. I know it's not your fault, it's not like you asked them to take the photo."
"Well, thank you for understanding anyway. But again, I'm really sorry, not just for that but for everything that's gone on. I know I've come on way too strong and scared you off. It was never my intention to make you uncomfortable or anything, I just- I don't know. I feel really drawn to you and I don't know why because we barely know each other. Anyway, before I go off on another ramble again, I'm sorry."
"Don't be sorry. I feel the same."
"You do?"
"Yeah, I do."
"Okay, now I'm confused, because I'm like 78% sure you tried to let me down gently the other night."
"I was trying to let you down gently." Chloe sighed before continuing. "I really like you, Beca. You're funny, you're ridiculously talented and you're sweet. Not to mention adorable, even when you're rambling."
"Hey, I'm not adorable. I'm badass. Adorable is for babies and dogs."
"Shut up, you're adorable. But as much as I like you, I can't start anything right now. I'm not in the right emotional place and I don't want to drag you into that, it's not fair on you. If the circumstances were different, I'd be jumping at the opportunity but unfortunately, there's a lot in the way that I need to deal with first. I'm sorry"
"I understand. You need to put you first, never apologise for that, okay? I'm not exactly going to be jumping ship anytime soon. I meant what I said the other day. If I can help you, Chlo, I will. I really like you and not just in that way, I think you're a wonderful person and I want you ad your hard work to not go unnoticed. So, if you need me, I'm here, no matter what the problem is but just promise me one thing?"
"What's that?"
"You gotta let me know when you sort out your shit because I am gonna woo the socks off you, Beale."
"Beca Mitchell, the closet romantic. Who'd have guessed?"
"Psh, only thing about me that's in the closet, darling."
Liam's head poked through her bedroom door and looked at Beca like he had something to ask but got sidetracked by his curiosity about the phone call.
"Is that my favourite redhead?!" he shouted and ran into the room, grabbing the phone out of Beca's hands. "Hey, Chloe! How're you, cutieful?"
"Hey Liam, I'm okay, how're you? And what's a cutieful?"
"Duh, cute and beautiful at the same time. Bloody Yanks. But yeah, I'm grand thanks for asking! I'm going to pass you back to Beca now because if looks could kill, I'd be six feet under. Bye!"
"Bye, Lion Man," she said referring to his mane-like hair and bushy beard.
"Lion Man? I like it. Beca? I now go by Lion Man and nothing else. I shall go alert the others but then I must return to discuss with you what I came in here for so say bye to your lady friend!" he handed her the phone and began banging on the rooms that held his friends shouting "I am now Lion Man! Kneel before me!"
Beca heard a "fuck off Lion Man" and "shut the hell up" from the guys as she continued her conversation.
"Well, I best get going and see what Lion Man wants. I'll see you at work, yeah?"
"Yeah, sure. I'll see you then. Bye," And with that, she hung up.
Beca crawled out of bed to find Liam and see what he wanted.
He was sat downstairs humming along to the song 'Little Lion Man' and it was then she realised what Chloe had started. He was not going to let this go, he had a new nickname and he loved it.
"What did you want, Lion Man?"
"Stacie finally managed to get a flight, she lands in an hour so I was wondering if you would come with me to pick her up?"
"It's about time, she was meant to be her Thursday. Sure, I'll come with, it'll give me something to do today."
"Awesome! Go get dressed then and we'll go."
Beca placed her hand to her chest in mock offence. "What? Are my sweats that have probably not seen a washing machine in a week not good enough for you and Stacie? Psh, some friends you are. I'm hurt."
"Shut up, superstar. Such a diva. Hurry up, I don't wanna get caught in traffic."
Beca chuckled and began her way back upstairs.
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