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Beca's POV

You have been thinking a lot about Chloe lately. What had happened between you two? Initially you were shocked. You have always known you liked Chloe. But anything beyond a platonic friendship.. If it was there, you didn't know. Before Chloe - everything will be before and after Chloe now - you had never.. well.. with any women felt what you did. And you still don't. Last weekend at millennials, you had chatted up a girl who you were ninety-nine percent sure was gay, to test your theory. And you had dropped it at the last minute. Because.. you didn't feel like it. Instead you drank a few more and left for home. Alone.

May be it was a onetime thing. With everything going on. And all the emotional crap. Or not.

You haven't seen Chloe in almost two months now. Aubrey and Jesse moved in together a month before. You find yourself wondering if Chloe was okay. A few days before you even called Stacie and casually asked if Chloe was okay. (as casually as you can). Stacie ensured she is fine. That put you at ease a little. Also she had mentioned they were planning for a weekend get-together at millenials and you could join if you would like. You had made an excuse about the new artist and work and all. In reality you were scared to face Chloe. But you still considered going. You were worried if you said you would join, Chloe would probably not come. So you said you won't. It was bit sneaky of you. You know. But couldn't help it.

And now it is almost seven and you are with Benji at millenials' bar having a few drinks. (and hoping they would be here soon.) As you think the club's main door open and a group of six or seven enters and you immediately identifies Chloe. She hasn't seen you yet. There is Aubrey, Stacie and few others whom you know by name.

They move to a booth by the corner and settles. You wonder if you should go over and talk to them. But then thinks against it. You get back to your drink and talks with Benji, though your mind is with the group. With blue eyes and read hair. You exhale deeply.

'What happened?' Benji asks.

'Nothing.. Really.' He just looks at you. You can tell he is not really convinced but he doesn't push further. That was one of the things you really love about him. In between you were sneaking glances at the group. He probably saw it and he looks over to the booth.

'That is Stacie and Aubrey, right? Why don't we go over and say hello. Oh.. look there is Chloe too. I thought you guys were friends.' He is saying it genuinely. He doesn't suspect anything. He always had been a sweet guy. You sigh.

'No Benji, let's stay here.' You say. He frowns.

'You guys fought or something?' You chuckle at his question. It could be the drinks or his innocent eyes you found yourself saying.

'I wonder if I am gay Benji.' You say. He splutters over his drink. And you can't help but laugh. He smiles sheepishly.

'Sorry that was the last thing I expected you to say. How come?'

And you raise your eyebrows.

'I' m sorry.. I didn't.. I mean how did you find out, now. All of a sudden.'

You think before answering. Well Benji hasn't taken it badly. But here is sure as hell is surprised. You had a feeling he had a crush on you a few years back. But it was a long time now. Or perhaps there still was something. You shake your head at the thought. You feel like a self-centered prick for thinking up this much. Maybe he is genuinely just surprised.

'I think I like Chloe..' You say.

Benji looks at you for a few moments. Not really saying anything.

'Okay..' He just says. He seems a bit agitated. And you are beginning to feel maybe you weren't that much of a self-centered prick after all. Then you grimace at what this could mean.

'Err..okay... Please don't think I am a homophobic ass, you know I am not. It just..' He swallows and looks away, then sighs.

'Probably this is not the right time to spring it on you. But it never was. I.. I kind of.. have been in love with you for some time now.'

You close your eyes. You don't know which was better he saying it now or letting it go.

'I'm sorry Benji.. I never saw.. '

'I know.. I know.. for some time, I thought you liked Jesse. Then he and Aubrey got together and I thought maybe I had a chance. I.. I was happy when you called and asked to hang out just with me.. '

'Benji.. I am.. I am so sorry.. I don't know.. '

'It's okay.. Okay. Just give me some time. It will be okay. I have to leave now.. I just.. I just told you because I didn't want you think I am a homophobic jerk who left his friend the moment he found out she might be gay or bi or.. ' he clears his thought. ' because I'm not. And I love you no matter what. ' I look at him surprised.

He blushed and says. 'Not in a romantic way.. Yeah well that too.. But as a friend.. I will always love you.. no matter what.'

He ends his babble. And you love him a little more for what he just said. But your love for him did not have the color he wanted. It will never have. And once again you find yourself breaking the rules about hugging. You move closer and hug him.

'I am so sorry Benji.. I really am.' You whisper. You two hug for a moment. Then he pulls back and nods. And he leaves.

And you find yourself tearing up. 'Fuck!'

You wish Jesse was here so you could talk to him. He was the only one you had now. You finish your drink and order more. And wipe the tears that have been forming in your eyes.

'Bec.. You okay?' You are startled, both at the question and at the person who asked it. When did she get here? You had been so caught up in Benji you didn't notice her.

'Yeah.. I' m fine. It is nothing. '

She sighs.

'They why were you crying?' Trust Chloe to come straight to the point. Well except when she slept with you and pretends that it never happened. (You weren't any better either.)

'It's nothing Chloe.. Really.. something with Benji..'

She waits. Patiently for you to finish. What is it with today? You are giving up your secrets too easily.

You sigh.

'He said he loves me.' You say. And you feel like you betrayed him to Chloe. Well at least with his secret.

Chloe looks surprised. Something flashes in her eyes. But it is gone before you could decipher it.

'What did you say?' She calmly asks.

'What am I supposed to say?' You must be too drunk. 'I had just told him I like you.'