Hey all! Sorry it's been longer than normal since my last update. Life is chaos, but I'm still here. Much love!
Summer was bittersweet to say the least. At first it was fabulous. It was head-clearing, stress-relieving, fun-loving summer. Chloe enjoyed a trip to the beach, caught up with old friends from high school, and finally had enough time to get more than four hours of sleep per night. Having the time to stretch out on the back deck and read books for leisure rather than for class assignments was its own kind of beauty.
But it was all bittersweet. She had too much time to herself, and transitioning from the hustle and bustle of the school year to the grand nothingness of summer was hard. Chloe had too much time in her head to think about what really mattered, rather than the preoccupations of scheduling and studying. The relaxation was nice, but the redhead wanted to go back to school after a week. That's where all the activity was, her friends, her life. Her hometown no longer felt like home, her heart was at home on campus now.
It gave her ample time to think about Beca. She followed through with texting Beca when she was settled in from the move. She was surprised at the duration of the conversation, which lasted over four hours and was filled with messages due to Beca's fast replies. The first hour was catching up and small talk but as the day turned to night, the depth of the conversation grew.
So you must be excited to start college in the fall, do you know what you're going to be majoring in? :) Chloe asked.
Music. Definitely. Looking at a minor in engineering for it as well.
Wow, engineering, like the sound kind?
Yup. And you're public relations?
You betcha! :)
Wow. You'll probably meet a lot of people through that. Me, on the other hand, I'll probably be forever alone.
Are you kidding, Beca?! People like you get off the market fast. Someone will probably wife you up before you get your degree!
Haha 'people like me?'
Yeah, people like you.
And what type am I?
Chloe took a breath. Should she say what was on her mind, or brush it off? Always one for honesty, she decided with the former.
You're marketable and you know it! People like you. The beautiful, smart, unique people of the world.
I don't know why you always say things like that to me. I'm really not that great of a person, Chlo. I'm average-looking, I'm usually unhappy, and I don't have many friends.
A crack formed in Chloe's heart.
I don't know why you don't see how amazing you are. I wish you could see you as I do. You'd never say that again.
Well, I suppose a couple people see me like that. I just got a new boyfriend.
Chloe's heart dropped. A frown casted over her face as jealousy washed over her.
Oh. Nice. You deserve a good boyfriend. I hope he treats you right.
Yeah, I've put up with some shit in my life, so this feels good. Don't worry, you'll find a greater happiness in your life soon too.
I hope so. I don't want to be forever alone either.
Whatever you're going through is only temporary. Before you know it, you'll be back at Barden living it up and meeting guys left and right.
I guess so. Alsooo kinda getting wine drunk!
Oh. Is that the only reason you're being nice to me? :/
Nooo! I'm always nice to you.
When she wasn't fucking with Chloe's head, that is.
I'd kill for some wine right now. Although I have to admit, I only see your niceness as temporary.
Why? What are you talking about?
People move on easily. They take advantage of me through my kindness because they know I won't change. They get what they want from me and leave.
I promise I won't leave. I promise I'll always be here.
That means a lot, but how can it possibly be true? You're about to go to college and meet a multitude of people. Friends, roommates, classmates, you'll never have time for me. I can't even get excited you said that because I know what will happen.
That's never gonna happen, I'll always talk to you. You're important to me. You're a great listening ear and I won't forget that you've helped me through a tough time in my life. I'll never be able to thank you for that.
How ironic of Beca to say that, when she caused one of the most difficult times of the redhead's life.
I hope so, Beca, because you're important to me too. There's just something about you that makes me trust you.
You can. I wish we could drink together again!
I wish so too. Sadly, I have no excuse to visit you all the way in Columbus.
Aw. I'd love it if you came here though.
Wait! Isn't Stacie throwing a huge Fourth of July party next month?
Yes! Has she talked to you about it?
Yeah! What if I somehow made it over there for a few days?
No way! I'd love that!
Omg I have to hit her up about it rn.
I can't live without you! You have to come now.
Aww, haha. I'll try.
Beca didn't reply for twenty minutes, abruptly. Chloe kept checking her phone for messages to see if she missed her text, but finally a text from Beca came.
I honestly miss you so much.
Unexpected and straightforward, and exactly what Chloe was thinking.
Why? There's still texting and snapchat.
That's not the same.
True. You could be on the other side of the moon for all I know.
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One week, two Skype calls, and an insane amount of planning later, Chloe surveyed her suitcase on her bed with her hands on her hips. She was positively glowing. Tomorrow she would take a train to the city before roadtripping with Emily the rest of the way to Stacie's mansion, where they would be spending the Fourth of July weekend.
She needed to get away from her summer job, boring social life, and the drag of summer. What better way to do that then to travel and party like All-American style? She kept telling herself this was the only reason, but the excitement to see Beca kept bubbling up. The girl was all she could think about again, it somehow happened. Within the last week, Beca's presence was known. Whether it was to text her, or interact with her social media, or even just to be the first person to view her Snap stories (which was the frequent case), it made Chloe's mind hard to wander to anyone else. For some reason, Beca kept expressing how much she missed the other girl, and Chloe was desperately trying to figure out if it was more than platonic. She was torn with wanting to throw herself at Beca and wanting to take her, or avoid her like the plague.
Either way, as she zipped up her suitcase, it felt like she was sealing the deal. Tomorrow she would see Beca Mitchell.
