A/N
Hey guys. Took me 84 years to update (nah, just 6). Adulting takes time.
I don't own any of the characters nor any of the songs used to make this chapter a reality.
Enjoy, pitches.
PS: ignore the grammatical horrors.
We spend minutes inside that closet, breathing our recycled air, and I indulge myself with Chloe. I'm allowed to take in her scent, to hold her close to me by her hips. I poke my nose onto her right cheek, feeling her head turn to me, and I place a soft kiss on her cheek. When I pull back, sky blue eyes observe me warmly, my action earns me a warm smile. Honestly, I have no idea how we are able to separate, to leave the damn closet behind and venture back to the party. Chloe drags us out the door, hand in hand, and I let the door close behind me. My eyes scan the area; no threats in the near vicinity. Chloe turns around, letting go of my hand to settle down her skirt and tame her hair. She exhales, still entirely flushed, crimson red from her cheeks down her neck.
I swallow hard, staring at her features, gawking at her, feeling electricity down my spine, and warmness between my legs. A hormonal mess. And whipped. Whipped as fuck.
The ginger clears her throat, and glances back at Beca, pushing her hair to the side, letting it cascade over her shoulder. "I-I've got to get back to the party." She says breathy. "Aubrey and Stacie." She points over her shoulder. "They must be wondering where I am."
"O-kay." I start to put my jacket on, staring at her amused. She reaches for my lower lip, quickly wiping off remnants of her lipstick.
"See you later?" Her tone is expectant, and when I nod, Chloe beams a smile, and turns to walk away and I follow her, not like following her just like a puppy would, she just happens to head the same way I'm headed.
"Bhloe!" It comes out loud from behind.
We both halt, my breathing catches up in my throat, and I'm frozen. Most certain, my eyes are bulging out of their sockets before I close them shut, muttering a fuck.
Both of us turned around in sync to stare at Amy, who's holding a red cup in one hand and a fine ruby colored rope on her left one. My mouth is dry, and I can't swallow the lump in my throat. We've been caught. By Fat Amy. Out of all people.
"Amy..?" It's all I'm able to come up with, and even though I'm a nervous wreck right now, I found myself drawn at the rope she's holding.
"Where were you?" Her eyes narrow.
"Nowhere." We answer at unison.
"Nowhere?" Amy studies them, questioning the look on their face. "Beca has her guilty eye-"
"What 's that?" Chloe counters, pointing at her left hand.
"Uh, umm…" Amy lolls her head, looking to the side and then to the other, her voice high-pitched. "Aahh…" And in that moment, I knew, Chloe just saved our asses.
"You're being totes suspicious right now, Amy." Chloe crosses her arms on her chest, shifting her weight on her feet. I just glance back and forth with their conversation.
"Gotta go!" Fat Amy runs away from us, "vertical running here!" She disappears down the living room, out into the backyard.
I'm still processing, all deer-in-headlights shit, and Chloe just snorts. How can she be so chill about this? She turns around and keeps walking away, and I'm the idiot who still stands in place, unable to move or make a sound.
Panic hits me, and I wonder about all the things Amy will ask when she gets the chance. It's not the first time Fat Amy has addressed Chloe as being my undying crush, and she's not wrong. And everytime she manages to rub it on my face, it gets me all flustered.
I run a hand through my hair, puffing out the air I had left in my lungs.
"Shit."
The rest of the "aca-party" goes uneventful, at least for me. I hang in the kitchen, to humor myself with another cup, this time full of safe liquid. Tonight, I had to distance myself as much as I can from Amy's version of party punch.
I rest my back by the sink, just listening to my sick beats, which Jesse convinced me to let him play them tonight. Happily, my mind is already arranging a new baseline or other tweaks I might add to the mash-up. I found myself smirking at the people, watching them bob their heads along, dance, wave their hands up and sing along. Amy is dancing over the kitchen's island, and I laugh at Jesse and Anna's futile efforts to get her down, less if Bumper is encouraging her to keep going.
I sip from my cup, slipping my hand into my jacket's pocket, my eyes roaming around. They stop at the crowd in the backyard, red hair stands out between the sea of people. She is unabashedly dancing, big smile on her face, one hand up in the air, swaying, apparently having the time of her life along with Stacie and Aubrey. I'm drawn at their banter, singing to one another, as my Dua Lipa medley plays. She loves her. And Sia. And David Ghetta.
A blaring alarm-like sound cuts my music, a voice joyfully interrupting the girls' jam. I wince at the sound, bringing a hand to my ear.
"Jesus!" I mumble.
"You know, for a child? You swear too much." Out of the blue, Jesse appears beside me.
"What th-!" My hand flew to my chest, startled. "Where did you come from?!"
He grins widely, his eyes halfway closed, evidently drunk. "I've been standing here the whole time, Becky."
I groan at the nickname. "Ew… Don't. Call me. That."
"My fellow aca-people," I hear Justin's voice coming through the speakers. "Welcome to the RIFF-OFF!"
Jesse hollers all together with the entire population surrounding us, and I snap my head back at the poolside direction. "What the heck is a riff-off?"
Jesse turns to me, amused by my lack of knowledge. "Beca," He raises his eyebrows in surprise, placing both of his hands on my shoulders. "It's a very big deal in the a cappella world..?" He sounds sort of offended as he states this "fact".
"What?" I frown confused. "I'm not foll-."
"For God's sake… I can't believe you are my best friend..." He yanks me by the arm pulling me out of the kitchen, as if I was a feather-like weight mannequin. "Let me enlighten you." We pass through the kitchen, living room and the sliding doors that lead to the poolside. A gush of fresh air hit my face as people, us included, gathered around Justin and the skinny guy, who's name I never seem to recall, while they addressed the rules of the event.
"...then you are…" They clap twice. "CUT OFF!" And everyone joins the last two words, doing a secret hand gesture that signifies you're out. I cover my ears dramatically, as the tone resonates on my eardrums, just like a brooding adult does when listening to hip hop. My eyes catch Chloe whose smile could light up the whole backyard. She takes her bottom lip between her lips and when she's sure my attention is hers, she winks at me. I suppress the smile that almost surfaces to ruin my badass façade, by taming my tongue between my teeth.
"All right, let's get vocal!" Justin says, extending his arm, pointing at the skinny boy with free hand. "Tommy… Let it spin!"
"Brace yourself, Becs… for the best eargasm of your life."
I glance at him, crossing my arms at my chest, blinking in disgust. "Gross."
Tommy taps his phone and a roulette project on the house wall, everybody watching intently, expectant. Myself included. The spin comes to a stop at Party Songs.
Bumper and the Trebles are the first ones to start singing, the boys beatboxing perfectly, catching me by surprise. Aubrey interrupts their performance, taking a step near the pool and starts singing, The Bellas joining her, with sick harmonies and Lilly's killer beats, leaving me speechless, making my jaw drop.
"Wow." A whisper escapes my mouth, and Jesse bumps my shoulder with his.
"Told you." He wiggles his eyebrows. "They're good."
"Didn't know you were such a fan…" I deadpan.
"Why didn't I know of this?" I ask, eyes on the performers.
"Cuz you always turned down my invites to performances?" He gives me a snarky remark, and I roll my eyes on him.
"Right." I spat.
Two more groups join the streak until one of them is "cut-off" for not matching the category requisites, and I find myself clapping twice with the crowd. And I have to admit, this a cappella stuff is really something. And taken very seriously.
I poke Jesse's arm. "So, you just match the last word of the last song and sing any song?"
"Yeah, as long as it fits the category."
"Huh." I exhale, oddly understanding the dynamic.
Two more categories go right after Jealousy and 90's hits. The crowd seem to be enjoying themselves with music made strictly oral. The mere thought in my head is revolting. But I must admit, these nerds do know their musical shit. Tommy hits the spin wheel and it stops Anyone can have smooth sex or tough love.
"Free-for-all!" Justin hollers enthusiastically. The groups stare one another, even members exchange confused glances within them. No one knows what he's talking about.
"New category, pitches!" He's got people's attention. "Tommy and I figured all attendees should have a shot at a cappella." Justin pauses. "Those who care to match pitch, harmonies or beatbox, may join whoever picks the fight."
"Even high schoolers?!" Jesse shouts over the commotion. He really knows how to embarrass himself and everyone who tags along.
"Anyone is welcome!" Tommy says. "Go!"
Cynthia Rose is the first one to volunteer, opening with Destiny's Child Say my name. My eyes are probably glassy with emotion right now. She's got such a powerful voice. I get goosebumps. The Bellas backed her up, even when the spotlight was hers.
Say my name, say my name
If no one is around you
Say baby I love you
If you ain't runnin' game
Say my name, say my name
You actin' kinda shady
Ain't callin' me baby
Why the sudden change
Say my name, say my name
If no one is around you
Say baby-
Stacie is the second to try it out. The Bellas are competitive, and are completely vehement about a cappella. She pushes up her boobs as she interrupts CR with Rihanna and David Ghetta This is what you came for with a smirk on her face.
Baby, this is what you came for
Lightning strikes every time she moves
And everybody's watching her
But she's looking at you-
Aubrey steps forward, cutting her hand up to Stacie's aye level, singing Katy Perry's Teenage dream.
You make me
Feel like I'm livin' a teenage dream
The way you turn me on, I can't sleep
Let's run away and don't ever look back, don't ever look back
My heart stops
When you look at me, just one touch
Now, baby, I-
As Aubrey is delighted with Stacie hands down, I feel Jesse scramble through the crowd. I watch him with wide eyes, grimacing at the imminent, cringeworthy moment I'm about to witness… or not. Sometimes, he surprises me. He opens with Bruno Mars' Leave the door open with right tone and note, not faltering even a tiny bit. I've never felt more proud of him than at this moment. I'm in awe. The trebles are the one to back him up, and he glances over his shoulder, smiling. Confidence boosted for sure, finger snapping and everything.
I ain't playin' no games
Every word that I say
Is coming straight from the heart
So if you tryna lay in these arms
I'ma leave the door open
(I'ma leave the door open)
I'ma leave the door open, girl
(I'ma leave the door open, hopin')
That you feel the way I feel And I-
Aubrey steps in his bubble, bursting it completely, with a 00's throwback, Britney's Oops… I did it again. The Bellas immediately backing her up, Ashley and Jessica harmonizing, and I'm distracted with Chloe making music with her mouth, and I feel drawn, pushing my legs as I come closer to the faceoff "arena", placing myself at the front row.
I think I did it again
I made you believe we're more than just friends
Oh baby
It might seem like a crush
But it doesn't mean that I'm serious
'Cause to lose all my senses
That is just so typically me
Oh baby, baby
Oops, I did it again I-
Bumper jumps right in, placing his left arm around Jesse, pushing his hair back with his free hand, The trebles right behind him, ready to attack.
I got chills, they're multiplying
And I'm losing control
'Cause the power you're supplying
It's electrifying
Amy joins him to sing the iconic song, doing the best impression she can of Olivia Newton-John, walking towards Bumper, pushing him off the chest. The Bellas join her.
You better shape up
'Cause I need a man
And my heart is set on you
You better shape up
You better understand
To my heart I must be true
Bumper kneels before her, serenading her. My eyebrow hitches up, suspecting a vibe between them two.
Nothin' left, nothin' left for me to do
You're the-
Both of them are cut-off by Benji, who oddly brings to the table an 80's hit, slowing the hype revs with Chicago's Inspiration.
You're the meaning in my life
You're the inspiration
You bring feeling to my life
You're the inspiration
Want to have you near me
I-
I want it that way
Flo steps in, cutting off Benji. He looks surprised and smiles kindly at her, gesturing his hands for her to step in… such a gentle man.
But we are two worlds apart
Can't reach to your heart
When you say
That I want it that way
Stacie joins her, and so does Aubrey, Ashley, CR and Jessica.
Tell me why
Ain't nothin' but a heartache
Tell me why
Ain't nothin' but a mistake Tell me why
I never wanna hear you say-
Chloe steps in, hands hanging in the air, and the girls stop abruptly, granting Chloe the spotlight. It is incredible the understanding these girls have. They don't even need vocal cues.
Say you'll remember me
standing in a nice dress
Staring at the sunset, babe
Red lips and rosy cheeks
Say you'll see me again
Even if it's just-
Donald from the Trebles come right back, corrupting the Bellas reign
Just wanna be deep in your love
And it's killing me when you're away
Oh baby
'Cause-
Plot twist. EMILY. The youngster steps forward, shoving Donald out of the way, gallantly taking up the spot. And wow, her voice is ridiculously good.
'Cause I'm bringing you back to life
And I know that you're gone
But I swear that you're here
It's a feeling that won't disappear
And you're bringing me back to life
I-
The Bellas attack again, this time, it is Chloe's turn. She steps forward, hands up in front of Emily's face. Game face on. She looks confident.
I had a premonition that we fell into a rhythm
Where the music don't stop for life
She turns in her heels, encouraging the Bellas to join her, and as soon as they start harmonizing she turns, Emily has already taken a step back, smiling at Chloe. The ginger sways her hips, moving her arms and hands, just as Dua Lipa. Hot. My attention is all hers, my eyes giving her not one or two glance overs… I may have exceeded my quota of checking Chloe out.
Glitter in the sky, glitter in my eyes
Shining just the way I like
She scans the crowd, her light blue eyes find mine, and I'm holding a stupid grin, just for her.
If you're feeling like you need a little bit of company
You met me at the perfect time
You want me, I want you, baby
My sugarboo, I'm levitating
The Milky Way, we're renegading
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
I-
I really don't know what got onto me. My feet betrayed me, and I'm stepping into the spotlight. My mind is going wild right now and I take Chloe's last word.
I met this girl late last year
She said, "Don't you worry if I disappear"
I told her, "I'm not really looking for another mistake"
I called an old friend thinking that the trouble would wait
But then I jumped right in a week later, returned I reckon she was only looking for a lover to burn
But I gave her my time for two or three nights
Then I put it on pause until the moment was right
I went away for months until our paths crossed again
She told me, "I was never looking for a friend
Maybe you could swing by my room around ten
Baby, bring the lemon and a bottle of gin
We'll be in between the sheets 'til the late AM"
Baby, if you wanted me then should have just said, she's singing
Amy joins me along with Flo, Emily and Lilly. I glance at them with a grin, bobbing my head at their contribution. Chloe frozen in place, her lips slightly parted.
Don't fuck with my love
That heart is so cold
All over my home
I don't wanna know that, babe
The guests start singing and applauding along to Ed Sheeran's Bop.
Don't fuck with my love
I told her she knows
Take aim and reload
I don't wanna know that, babe
Ah, la, lala, la
"I mean, you're welcome." I smile at the Bellas, bragging about my own participation. Amy wraps her arms around me.
"Way to go, Shawshank!" She hollers. "Who knew you had it in you!"
I chuckle softly, and look around to find Jesse smiling at me, clapping proudly. "Nothing's gonna stop my girl!" He shouts.
I feel the heat building behind my cheeks.
Justin comes forward, clapping. "Heck of a round! Gotta say, here lies the future of a cappella. Give it up for these misfits!" Everyone cheers and hollers as FloRida I don't like it, I love it plays in the background, everybody embraces dancing in no time.
"Becaw!" Jesse shouts above the music and pulls me into a bearhug, lifting me off the ground. "You were awesome!"
I yelp and writhe under his embrace, unable to move my arms. "Put me down, put me down!" I beg, panic flowing out with every word. Promptly, he does and sways to the music, mumbling the words of the song with his eyes closed and a smile, high on whatever he was in.
"Oh my aca gee!" Emily pulls near me. "I didn't know you could sing! Let alone rap! Wow!" She says elated.
"Dude, speak for yourself." I tell her. "You were amazing!" Benji appears beside her and high fives me.
"Way to go, Beca!" He says with a kind smile.
"Thanks, Benji."
Jesse reappears and shoves a plastic yellow cup with Barden's Logo into my hand. "You need to get on my level!" He says with glee and excitement, evidently intoxicated.
"Yikes." I narrow my eyes at him, observing the familiar red liquid. "Your dad will kill you, you know that right?"
He hushes me, placing his index finger over my lips. I slap his hand away, making him laugh. "Sip, sip!" He encourages with his boyish smile, pushing the cup up to my face and I comply.
We easily fall in small talk, reminiscing the riff-off's highlights and how much fun it was to improvise the way we did. The crowd starts cramming on the poolside area, and we find ourselves trapped within moving bodies, and it's inevitable. We are obliged to go with the flow. A remix of Despacito and Shape of you rumbles through the speakers, Emily and Amy start dancing, falling easily in rhythm. Jesse's hand takes mine above my head, making me twirl around to the rhythm of the song's beats.
I smile and let myself loose along with these awesome nerds. Anna tags along, all of us singing. Just kids having a really good time at a party they crashed. Classic 2010's songs start playing, Calvin Harris, Zedd, Ghetta outstanding other artists. Total blast. I deeply believe this is the best party I've ever been to, period.
Titanium.
The crowd becomes electrified. Jammin' to this all time hit from David Ghetta ft. Sia. People are jumping and dancing without regrets, like there was not tomorrow to live up to. Like there were no promises waiting.
I find myself trying to let myself loose, but this song pulls strings I didn't realize I had. Biased. All because it's one of Chloe's all time faves. One of her jams. Specifically, her lady-jam. Sometimes, when I listen to it, I find myself debating whether or not I should give in to the experience, and try to figure out what it is about the song that causes a certain redhead to come easily undone underneath her sheets.
Submerged in my internal debacle, I become reckless with my movements and stumble into someone, my back flushed against a woman's front. Yes. I feel boobs on my back.
"This song really builds." I hear Chloe say near my ear, and I'm shook. Dead on spot.
"Gross." I whisper in my best defense, feeling Chloe starting to dance. In a swift, her hands take my hips and spin me around, abruptly stopping me when we're face to face. Why does everyone seem to handle me so easily?
"So, you can sing?" Her light blue eyes hold my sight, and I raise an eyebrow.
"I don't." I reply. "That was just-"
She suddenly pulls me in close by the wrists, the empty yellow cup falling out of my hand and I tumble into her, our noses almost grazing. "Aca-mazing." She says with a big smile, her breath reeks of cherries and alcohol.
"Yeah?" I ask, and I hate myself for sounding so taken.
"I think…" Her words linger, tongue caught between her lips. "You'll be a great addition to the Barden Bellas next fall."
I frown at her, curious about her knowledge regarding my Barden University acceptance. "Um, how do you know about that?"
Chloe rolls her eyes and smiles as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Because your dad couldn't shut up about it during class!"
My eyes grow three sizes. "What?!" I manage to get off of Chloe's grip to cover my face, cringing at my father's audacity. "Oh my God. I gotta-" I croak, before I turn in my heels and decide to leave Chloe hanging.
So much for badass Beca Mitchell…
My father has just ruined my reputation before I even set foot on Campus! How is that even possible?! I'm deeply starting to believe he rejoices himself by making me miserable. I fumble with my phone before I'm able to take it from my back pocket, immediately opening the messaging app. I tap my father's name.
Dad, what the hell?! I write impulsively and then erase and rewrite… I don't want him to ground me for just cursing.
Omg… Why does everyone know I'm bound to B.U.?! IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A SECRET!
I lock my phone, in an attempt to relinquish my drama. I pinch the bridge of my nose between my thumb and second finger. Right after a few calming breaths, I'm able to look around, standing in the middle of the kitchen. My phone vibrates, my father's notification hitting like lighting.
I'm proud of my little girl!
Thanks for ruining my life, dad.
He replies with laughing emoji.
"Ugh!" I shoved it right back into my jeans, completely mortified, and filled a cup, bracing myself for the familiar sting of Amy's australian punch. I downed it in a gulp, served myself another one and did the same thing, feeling my insides burn with its trail. I cough and cover my mouth with the back of my hand.
"You should be aware, Beca." Her voice is always so flirty, I mean, she can't quite control it. She has a hunter. "Amy's poison..." Stacie warns, walking around me, striking a pose beside me, snaking her fingers around the soup ladle. She swirls the deadly fluid before pouring it on a blue plastic cup. "...makes you do things." She turns to me, sipping from the cup and winks. "Eyes off the goodies, Becs." She chastises.
In my defense, they were at eye level.
I stare blankly at her, at complete loss of words. "I-I, um…" Stacie taps my nose playfully, big smirk on her face as she strides flawlessly out of the kitchen.
"See ya!" She waves a hand over her head.
CR appears beside me, also reaching for the soup ladle. "Sup' DJ?" She pours punch into three cups. "Want one?" She cocks her head towards the bowl.
"No." I shake my head, feeling kind of groggy already. "Thanks."
Cynthia-Rose shrugs and manages to pick the three half filled cups between her hands and leaves the kitchen. I turn to follow her outside and everything around me starts spinning.
"Whoa..." I steady myself, bringing my arms out, balancing myself and I chuckle. Am I drunk?! I take a step forward, and snort when my hand catches the edge of the counter, keeping me at bay. "Phew!" I puff.
Someone clears their throat, sound coming from the kitchen's entrance. It's Chloe, resting her shoulder against the doorframe, arms crossed at the chest, holding a familiar yellow BU cup up to her lips.
"Oh!" I smile at her, frowning at my cheerful greeting. "Hi."
"Hey." She nods at me, blue eyes leisurely studying me. "Having fun without me, Becs?"
I grin with guilt, shrugging at her. "Not on purpose..?" I giggle and steady myself again when I try to take a step forward.
"Easy there, tiger." I hear Chloe say, as she walks my direction. I press my lips together, trying to contain a smile. Why do I feel so giddy?
"The floor is spinning." I nod, matter of factly.
Chloe stops before me, placing the cup on the counter, eyeing me in silence.
"You're so quiet." I tell her, studying her flawless skin, her light blue and her rosy lips. "And beautiful. Jesus. Did it hurt when you fell out from Heaven?"
Her eyebrows go up, near her hairline, surprised with my pick-up line. "Wow." She chuckles softly, shaking her head. "You're really drunk right now."
"Am not!" I mutter, waving my hand in front of her, underestimating my state. "All of my senses are in perfect state, intact and functioning, thank you very much."
"You're talking in long sentences, Beca." Chloe remarks as her fingers fumble with the gold chain necklace I got her last Christmas. My eyes deviate down, stopping at her cleavage and linger there for a while. A long while. It looks so good. So perf-
Chloe pushes a finger underneath my chin, bringing my eyes back at hers. I hum happily at the sight and smile sheepishly. "You smell like vanilla, cherries and coconut." I nod. "Why are you so blurry all of the sudden?" I scoff. "I've never needed glasses. 20/20 since birth, well not since birth 'cuz babies can't see at first. But you know, the sharpest of eyesights. Hawkeye." I point at myself. "That's me."
Little did I know how much I was embarrassing myself in front of my biggest crush. I was so oblivious to it. Oblivious to anything for that matter. I grin at her content with her presence, and I start humming to the song blasting through the speakers, bobbing my head.
"Okay, time for bed." Chloe sighs and takes my arm, placing it around her shoulders.
"But the party's just starting!" I whine and pout but she ignores my complaint, guiding me to the stairs. Nathan watches us as we arrive, and like magic, Chloe's nod makes him untie the rope from the rails, granting us access.
"How many riff-offs are thrown in one night?" I ask. "When are we singing again? Is it always this competitive?"
She hums in agreement as she drags me upstairs. I study the family pictures by the wall, unable to obtain clear images. They all look blurry. I know we are close to her room, as the familiar scent invades me.
"Hmm…" I close my eyes, taking it in. Without warning, my body is swept from the floor in a matter of seconds. The yelp that left my body was sinful. My arms reaching for a pillar, landing loosely round Chloe. "Dude wh-"
"Shut up." Her voice is firm, making me press my lips and satisfy her command. Wow, she has the most perfect jaw and neck… She pushes the door open with her foot, as we go in. She walks to bed where we both fall in. She is studying me, with an unfamiliar glint in her eyes, her hair falling like curtains around me.
"So bossy." I grin at her. "I think you're very pretty tho." I nod.
Chloe is still looking at me, all serious.
"Thank you." She replies.
I yawn, and automatically, she pushes herself away from me, untying my boots, taking them and my socks off.
"You're totes gonna regret this in the morning." I hear her say, and push myself to sit on bed to look at her questionably.
"Have I ever regret having sex with you?" I scoff. "No. Duh! You're Chloe Beale." I say as if it was the most obvious thing in the whole darn world. "You're hot and sexy and musically gifted." I wink as she sits beside me, pulling the leather jacket off my shoulder in a brisk move. "Wow, when did you get such toned arms?" My eyes stuck on her muscles, on how they flex and extend, observing every movement, as she pushed me back down to bed by the chest. She pulls out a beige blanket and I sigh. "No wonder you swept me off my feet." I wiggle my eyebrows and chuckle.
Chloe covers me with the fluffy blanket.
"You're so weird." Chloe whispers. "Now, you're gonna stay here. Okay?"
I nod twice. "Okay."
"I'll be back in no time." She says standing up, leaving my helpless body on bed. "Just, try to rest."
"Okay." I close my eyes and exhale. "I'm resting. Oh!" The lamp! I face the night table and turn it on, "Night lamp on for my girl." And I make myself comfortable again, closing my eyes. And when the door clicked close, I completely blackout.