Bechloe watching a scary movie together au prompt


Beca wasn't even a fan of movies, let alone scary ones. She doesn't like fear, it's an emotion and Beca doesn't do emotions. It's a kind of vulnerability, really. And she hated the unexpected, which was what these kind of movies are about.

"Chlo, how about 21 Jump Street again? I like that movie." Beca sighs with only her eyes coming out above the blanket. She already knows Chloe gets her way; she always does, with those damn puppy eyes and that damn Beale smile.

"Becs, it's not even scary." The girl explains as she puts the DVD in the player. "It's just about five people in an elevator, what's scary about that?"

"Everything, okay!" Beca yells as she brings her knees to her chest and holds onto her own body tight, head bumping against the headboard of the bed. "I mean, the movie's called Devil, for Christ's sake." It comes out as a groan which makes her friend laugh.

"You're cute when you're scared." Chloe tells her as she crawls into the bed next to Beca, grabbing the blanket off of her and folding it around the both of them as Beca immediately cuddles into her side.

"I'm not scared." Beca mumbles against Chloe's neck, one arm around the ginger's body.

The movie hasn't even begun yet and Beca's wondering why Chloe likes to punish her with movies like these, softly mumbling curse words.

"Can you stop, it's just the previews." Chloe giggles, running her fingers through the girl's hair unconsciously.

Beca's wide awake. She regrets taking that nap two hours ago, because this would be a good time to pass out; Chloe wouldn't even notice, so that would be perfect. But no, she's wide awake, eyes unable to get off the screen as she has to see what's going on. It's not until the lights start to flicker in the elevator that Beca closes her eyes and holds Chloe's hand tight.

Soon, Chloe tells her the scary part is over and Beca opens her eyes again.

"I don't trust that guard." Beca whispers as her hand relaxes in Chloe's. "He looks really weird and suspicious.

"No, it's not him. That's what they want you to think. I think it's that blond guy. It's usually the one you least expect it to be."

"He doesn't look much like a devil, though." Beca says before turning her face away from the screen, because the lights flickered again which means another person is being attacked.

Beca likes to think she not scared of anything, but she knows she can never get into another elevator again, which is tough, because she also really hates stairs. But she'll pass that bridge when she comes to it.

"You want something to drink?" Beca's already on her feet, thinking maybe Chloe will let her miss a few minutes of the movie, but the sound of the TV is suddenly stopped and Chloe follows her down the stairs to the kitchen with a 'sure, let me help you' and a stupid smile.

"I can get two drinks on my own, you didn't need to come with." Beca groans as she searches the fridge for some Iced Tea.

"You mean, I didn't need to pause the movie?"

Chloe's standing way too close and Beca fears if she moves, she might do something she'll regret. It's a good thing she's holding two cold cans in her hands, because the feeling that started growing in the pit of her stomach has made its way to every other organ and she doesn't think she's ever been this hot.

She's always had a thing for the ginger. It started maybe as admiration, but it certainly grew out to love. She's known for a while now, that she's in love with Chloe Beale and living in the Bellas house with her has been both the best and hardest thing she's ever had to do. Seeing her every day, coming home to her, occasionally falling asleep in one another's bed. Both the worst and best thing ever to her heart.

"You're standing like really close." Beca awkwardly chuckles, trying to move away from the girl, but Chloe's got her caught between the fridge and her own body.

"You didn't answer my question." She whispers, but Beca doesn't hear anything. All she can focus on is how their chests are almost touching, the ginger's hand resting on her shoulder, her fingers drawing circles in her neck and Beca feels her lungs shrink.

Breathe.

Breathing is probably a good idea right now, but all that fills her lungs is Chloe's perfume.

Beca tries to stop her body from moving forward, but before she can slap herself out of the bubble that is Chloe Beale, their lips are connected and she sure wish she wasn't holding these beverages, so she could hold onto her crush and never let her go, but Chloe's already breaking up their bodies.

"You're still not getting out of that movie." Chloe whispers, placing her lips quickly on Beca's mouth again before dragging her up the stairs.

Beca groans loudly in protest, but at least she has another option to occupy herself with when the movie gets too scary now.