December Diary

by Smeg699

The origin for this is from a prompt. Write the daily dairy of your main character for every day in the month of December. Electronis Zappa and I chose to work in tandem on this one, publishing it as one fic. I won't say who is writing whom, you guys can take a guess. The diaries will detail the starting of Beca and Chloe's relationship, among other things. T for now, maybe M later

14. December 7th - Beca

December 7th - Beca

So after I got done writing last night, I felt like I needed a walk to clear my head. And I was in the mood for gummy bears. Want to win me over? Give me a big bag of gummy bears. Anyway, as I was leaving my room to head for the little shop in the union, I could swear I saw Stacie heading towards Jessica's room, probably to study for Dad's class, they're in the same section. I don't think I could ever take it, it was bad enough being in Mom's class in high school.

Anyway on to today. As it turns out, there's no place I can hide from the Redheaded Devil Woman. I figured I'd study for my history final in the library, you know like a responsible person, and it turns out she had a similar idea. But you know I can't say no to her, so of course she joined me. Thankfully the class is post-Civil War American History, so I'm fairly familiar with the topic, having gotten that shiny 4 on my AP test, but it never hurts to brush up. So of course we get talking, and I get telling her of the time my friend Lisa came up with the idea to borrow my mother's keys and rearrange the desks in our history teacher Mr. Gibbson's room. She got really into the story to the point that the librarian had to come over and tell us to be quiet or leave. After that we had to continue our conversation the ancient way, via notes. Seriously, didn't passing notes pretty much end back in Aunt Tricia's day? As we were passing them back and forth, our hands kept lingering on each other. Note to self: use "Linger" by the Cranberries in a mix, possibly with that song "Kiss Me" from… I'd have to ask Aunt Tricia, she loves that song.

So once again, we walked to practice together. Well, I walked; she, like, practically skipped like she was an eight year old or something. It was adorable. Of course with the badass image I try to maintain, I couldn't admit it, so I teased her for being weird and smiled briefly when she looked away. Before we got to practice, she talked me into going bowling Sunday, saying it's a Bellas thing but I highly doubt it is. I've never been good at bowling, but we've established I can't say no to her, so I pinkie swore I'd go.

When we got to practice, I couldn't help but notice how Aubrey stared daggers at me when we walked in together. I wonder… Does Aubrey have feelings for Chloe? Is she jealous? That could explain the weird look Aubrey got when Chloe insisted we work more on our moves, which of course meant her hands were all over me as much as Stacie's are on herself. That's something I don't even know if I can comprehend, nor can I begin to figure out how confirm it. But it would explain why Aubrey hates me.