Note: This is soooo overdue. I wasn't sure if there should be few more chapters or just end where it should have.
Took me quite some time. But please, don't expect too much out of this chapter. You'd end up getting hurt like I did.
Expecting sucks. Lol.
Feel free to say how you feel about this because I might use your inputs. It sucks to be the only one thinking and making effort, yet goes to waste. It forces me to remember all the times I did and that person didn't even... ugh. hashtag sadlife.
Just kidding, have fun with blah blah... *already talking too much*
There is nothing more alluring than the power of a first kiss. For Chloe, however, this isn't the first kiss; not even close to the second. But there's something so seductive in the first few times of kissing someone when you finally admitted or said the feelings out loud, most importantly admitting it to the whole world. She knew that she would be forever replaying the memory of their parking lot kiss no matter how cliché that may sound.
Her previous relationship was very, well, out. She is a very passionate and intimate person, Beca is well aware of that. But she also knows that Beca is not the kind of person who would be all cheesy and braggy about their relationship to the whole school, and she understands that. And she likes her, wouldn't change it any other way.
She was on her way to her classes when she saw Emily talking to Jesse.
"Oh hey guys" She greeted cheerfully.
"Well, someone's happy" Jesse grimaced " Looks like you had fun the other night."
"Eww, jesse!" Emily butted in.
"It's okay Ems, though I might tell you, it was indeed fun. Tid bit moments, but fun."
"what moments are we talking about here?" Beca came in and held her hand. "better get to class, Beale. Wouldn't want to spend the day in detention if we can spend it somewhere else right?"
Jesse laughed as Emily giggled like a little girl, seeing Chloe blushing.
She smiled remembering the previous day. She smiled remembering how they first met.
She smiled remembering how it all started, how she never thought anything like this would ever be, how she never expected that in a span of a few months her whole existence seemed to change. She can't entirely explain it. She had never been really in love with anyone, well, the way she is right now. But she's very hopeful that somehow, this is something.
And that's the thing to it, Beca came into her life- didn't even swoop her off her feet(She did, actually. Chloe doesn't want to admit that); didn't even try. She just showed her parts of her soul. And maybe, that's the thing with Chloe, she feels so easily for people who shows parts of them that they can't show the whole world. The difference with Beca, however, is that she is not aware that she is already showing parts of her to Chloe. She blushes whenever she tells Chloe something that she shouldn't have, or secrets that should have stayed a secret. She'd get all flustered and worked up, and Chloe would hold her hand to let her know it's okay. And she believes that.
Maybe no one would understand that part, she doesn't care.
If you ask her a few months ago, it's okay if she didn't really figure her life just yet. But right now, it's different. When you have someone worth sharing your life with, the future has its utmost importance. She knows that she's too young to be thinking that she has the love of her life with her right now. Most kids her age would have graduating, college and career in their heads but she is not most people.
She believes that when you find a person you want to wake up to without feeling irritated, you need to hold on to that person, regardless of your age. Who are they to tell that you're too young to be deciding you want to end up with a certain person?
That was the problem with old people, with adults; they think that you know nothing because you are young. But you do. She had always felt that grownups underestimated the younger generation when it comes to things in life. Age is a factor, but that's not all to it.
She likes Chloe. Actually, she loves her. So. So. Much. So much that sometimes her heart would skip a beat and she'd be suffocating herself for no reason. They were wrong when they said there'd be butterflies in her stomach, there was nothing there but beats. It's like her heart wanted to go out of her body, but it can't so it keeps on beating like a drummer boy going insane. The drum beats so loud that she feels all her blood is going to her head, she can't think straight. (Well, to be very fair, she never did think straight, if you know what I mean.)
It was after class and they were in Beca's room lying there with her head in Beca's arms reading college brochures, whilst the DJ was reading something pamphlets of whatever it was.
"So, Becs. We're graduating soon… " She started. Yet, the hesitancy in her voice is very evident. The other girl noticed and stopped what she was doing to snuggle closer.
"Quite soon, if you ask me. Have you decided just yet?" She asked smelling Chloe's hair, starting to kiss her jaw.
"I haven't, I thought we should talk about—" Her words were cut short by Beca's lips, as the other girl repositioned herself on top of the redhead.
"Where do you see yourself Chloe?"
"uh, I'm at the bottom—" Beca smirked and kissed her before saying a single thing.
"No, you ass. I mean, in 5 or 10 years' time." They laughed, though well aware of what is about to happen in the coming weeks or so. Or even few minutes from now.
"I always wanted to be a nomadic dancer."
"No you don't"
"Yes, I do"
"No." Beca said straightening her face.
"How do you even know that?" She's deadpan serious. She loves Beca- there it goes again. Admitting that she loves this girl became as easy as breathing. During her relationship with Tom, telling herself she loves him makes her feel like there are lumps in her throat but now it's so so different- but Beca has no right to say that. No right just yet. Yet.
"Chloe, you love your parents more than any person I know, maybe even more than Emily love hers." She was confused by that, but this is one of those few moments where she knows that Beca has some Beca-wisdom she wants to share so she stayed quiet. " IF you become nomadic, that means you'll not be home for quite a long time…"| And then, she know where she's going. "What is it?"
With every word, she falls even deeper. Or even so with the stupid silly things. Why.
"Fine, I was just kidding."
"Well, we're talking about our future. So no kidding for a moment please" She smiled and the DJ was a bit confused by this. "Why are you smiling?"
"I was scared that you'd tell me we might need to separate ways pretty soon. And if we're meant to be for each other, we'll end up maybe after college or after that"
"Believe me when I say I love you, will you?" She pulled the Dj closer and they lay there. It feels so—she can't even explain the feeling.
"I want to stay like this."
"Believe me, I do too. But we have to like, talk about it." She knows her Dj is serious, but she's having quite the hard time gathering her thoughts "Becs, how can a girl concentrate if you keep doing that?"
"Oh," And she's surprised which made Chloe laugh.
"I wanted to be a teacher. "
"And you will be. A good one, I know."
"What do you want?"
"I want to be what you need."
"Now, you're the one who's being an ass. "
She smiled and kissed her.
"I want to be a music producer."
"Like, a Zedd? Calvin harris? " Looking at the picture on her wall, only to notice it was gone.
"Took it down, babe. But if that doesn't work out, I'm going to be a writer."
"Well, Miss I'm so good with my words I could be a writer, you should talk to my dad about it. He's a frustrated one. Knows the ins and outs of the business."
"Well, you just want me in your bed. I know."
"Just so you know, I have your bed. So it's so out of the table." She smiled.
Beca stayed quiet, imagining Chloe with all those little kids would be so nice.
"I'm serious."
"uh?"
"About dad. You can talk to him. Besides, he wants to talk to you, too."
"We are talking too much."
"What do you want to do?" The redhead playfully asked as a menacing grin came across Beca's face.