p data-p-id="74c7bbbafe7840dff4773f4c52e36389""That was a great song Becs," Beca walked off the stage, finding Chloe waiting for her right away. "I really liked it," Chloe stated, softly smiling. "I'm glad you did, Red," Beca smirked, following Chloe to her classroom./p
p data-p-id="9efc314b65237d5d646e1b817372afc6"-/p
p data-p-id="81425fbce5bb62433fd8c7af0f373f29""Okay guys, have a good night," Chloe ended the class, starting to pick up her things. Beca sat in a corner with her chunky headphones on, her head bobbing. Chloe couldn't help remembering the countless times they would stay up late, working on set lists and mixes together. "Ms. Beale?" Chloe snapped out of her thoughts. Braeden, the boy that reminded her of Beca, watched her with a knowing grin plastered on his face. "You like Beca Mitchell, and she likes you," he teased. "She does not like me back," Chloe informed him. "Yeah right. So she just decided to sing a song about love while staring at you?" "She doesn't like me back!" Chloe exclaimed. "But you like her! You said like me emback/em!" he claimed, victorious. Chloe glanced over at the DJ. Beca watched her back with a smirk. Her cheeks flushed red. She gave the boy a dirty look. Suddenly, Braeden leaned close. Way to close for Beca's liking at least. "That should get her jealous," he whispered into Chloe's ear, "You're welcome." The boy walked out of the room, pulling on his headphones. She stared, stunned at the boy's behaviour. /p
p data-p-id="20a16ae52c12bee4e8af7f9e372da650"A hand appeared on the small of her back. The scowling DJ glared at the back of Braeden's head. "I don't like that kid," Beca stated, "He's so... rebellious and..." "Just like you." Chloe finished, giggling. "What? I'm nothing like him! Why was he so close to you anyways?" Beca growled, "He's always near you! It's like you're a magnet!" "People just gravitate to me," Chloe answered confidently, with a wink. "Plus, he needed some help with his music so he came to me. Braeden's my favourite student," She added, grabbing her bags./p
p data-p-id="ac9e2090702877812c3c8a4058034be9"-/p
p data-p-id="598563bb1b57d54bac9844a5b81ff2c5"Chloe pulled up to a Taco Bell. "Taco Bell!" Beca smiled. "You remembered," She said softly. "Of course I did silly! You had Taco Bell every week!" Chloe beamed. She grabbed the brunette's hand, dragging her in. /p
p data-p-id="34593babd0181559ec87ad2c1587c5db"Soon, the two settled into a booth, Beca glad that the paparazzi stopped chasing after her outburst earlier. "I missed our dates," Chloe broke the silence. "Miss me, did you?" Beca smirked. A faint blush ran over Chloe's face. Man, the snarky comments, she missed that. The redhead opened her taco, taking a bite, trying to hide her feelings. The tiny DJ was reopening feelings back up, and they refused to go away./p
p data-p-id="697f7c114bad9c5c1906050894e0c053"emI miss her so much. /emBeca gazed longingly at the redhead. She looked so adorable, happily munching on her taco. emChloe is so perfect. /em"Do I have something on my face?" Chloe asked, "You're staring." Beca snapped out of her trance. A soft smile appeared on her lips. She leaned over the table, carefully wiping the food off Chloe's face. A bright light flashed and Beca grabbed Chloe's hand, pulling her out the door. /p
p data-p-id="604c479471db50fe2e470fc9e80c1ef4"The flashes were giving Beca a headache, worsened by the concussion she ignored the fact that she had. It didn't matter though. She had Chloe beside her, singing to the radio. A couple blocks from home a familiar song turned on. emTheir song. /emBeca turned up the volume, blasting it from the speakers. Titanium rang out through the restaurant. /p
p data-p-id="d7c1f9c3ba6d917d13d8e69cb9a90928"As the song died down, Beca glanced at Chloe, who was watching her with a mischievous grin on her face. She swiftly pulled Beca in for a kiss, crashing their lips together. It felt good. Real. Right. This was how it was supposed to be. Beca suddenly broke apart, dashing to the front door. Chloe followed her, unlocking the door and rushing straight in, totally not caring that the paparazzi had got the whole thing on camera./p
p data-p-id="8610539c93f0c3c5d2c26cbefb981361"-/p
p data-p-id="321dca237e44bebffd8c4195bbaf0377""Can we be a thing again?" Beca whispered. All she needed was a make out session with the redhead to know that she wanted her back, even if she got hurt again. "Mhm," Chloe mumbled. "I came back for you," Beca murmured. "It was so worth it." The couple cuddled on Chloe's bed. "It was emso /emworth it."/p
p data-p-id="9efc314b65237d5d646e1b817372afc6"-/p
p data-p-id="81425fbce5bb62433fd8c7af0f373f29""Okay guys, have a good night," Chloe ended the class, starting to pick up her things. Beca sat in a corner with her chunky headphones on, her head bobbing. Chloe couldn't help remembering the countless times they would stay up late, working on set lists and mixes together. "Ms. Beale?" Chloe snapped out of her thoughts. Braeden, the boy that reminded her of Beca, watched her with a knowing grin plastered on his face. "You like Beca Mitchell, and she likes you," he teased. "She does not like me back," Chloe informed him. "Yeah right. So she just decided to sing a song about love while staring at you?" "She doesn't like me back!" Chloe exclaimed. "But you like her! You said like me emback/em!" he claimed, victorious. Chloe glanced over at the DJ. Beca watched her back with a smirk. Her cheeks flushed red. She gave the boy a dirty look. Suddenly, Braeden leaned close. Way to close for Beca's liking at least. "That should get her jealous," he whispered into Chloe's ear, "You're welcome." The boy walked out of the room, pulling on his headphones. She stared, stunned at the boy's behaviour. /p
p data-p-id="20a16ae52c12bee4e8af7f9e372da650"A hand appeared on the small of her back. The scowling DJ glared at the back of Braeden's head. "I don't like that kid," Beca stated, "He's so... rebellious and..." "Just like you." Chloe finished, giggling. "What? I'm nothing like him! Why was he so close to you anyways?" Beca growled, "He's always near you! It's like you're a magnet!" "People just gravitate to me," Chloe answered confidently, with a wink. "Plus, he needed some help with his music so he came to me. Braeden's my favourite student," She added, grabbing her bags./p
p data-p-id="ac9e2090702877812c3c8a4058034be9"-/p
p data-p-id="598563bb1b57d54bac9844a5b81ff2c5"Chloe pulled up to a Taco Bell. "Taco Bell!" Beca smiled. "You remembered," She said softly. "Of course I did silly! You had Taco Bell every week!" Chloe beamed. She grabbed the brunette's hand, dragging her in. /p
p data-p-id="34593babd0181559ec87ad2c1587c5db"Soon, the two settled into a booth, Beca glad that the paparazzi stopped chasing after her outburst earlier. "I missed our dates," Chloe broke the silence. "Miss me, did you?" Beca smirked. A faint blush ran over Chloe's face. Man, the snarky comments, she missed that. The redhead opened her taco, taking a bite, trying to hide her feelings. The tiny DJ was reopening feelings back up, and they refused to go away./p
p data-p-id="697f7c114bad9c5c1906050894e0c053"emI miss her so much. /emBeca gazed longingly at the redhead. She looked so adorable, happily munching on her taco. emChloe is so perfect. /em"Do I have something on my face?" Chloe asked, "You're staring." Beca snapped out of her trance. A soft smile appeared on her lips. She leaned over the table, carefully wiping the food off Chloe's face. A bright light flashed and Beca grabbed Chloe's hand, pulling her out the door. /p
p data-p-id="604c479471db50fe2e470fc9e80c1ef4"The flashes were giving Beca a headache, worsened by the concussion she ignored the fact that she had. It didn't matter though. She had Chloe beside her, singing to the radio. A couple blocks from home a familiar song turned on. emTheir song. /emBeca turned up the volume, blasting it from the speakers. Titanium rang out through the restaurant. /p
p data-p-id="d7c1f9c3ba6d917d13d8e69cb9a90928"As the song died down, Beca glanced at Chloe, who was watching her with a mischievous grin on her face. She swiftly pulled Beca in for a kiss, crashing their lips together. It felt good. Real. Right. This was how it was supposed to be. Beca suddenly broke apart, dashing to the front door. Chloe followed her, unlocking the door and rushing straight in, totally not caring that the paparazzi had got the whole thing on camera./p
p data-p-id="8610539c93f0c3c5d2c26cbefb981361"-/p
p data-p-id="321dca237e44bebffd8c4195bbaf0377""Can we be a thing again?" Beca whispered. All she needed was a make out session with the redhead to know that she wanted her back, even if she got hurt again. "Mhm," Chloe mumbled. "I came back for you," Beca murmured. "It was so worth it." The couple cuddled on Chloe's bed. "It was emso /emworth it."/p