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"What about this?" Chloe said brightly, and she turned on the spot to face her best friend who was several feet away, sauntering between the low clothing rails, glazing her hands over the fabrics though not really enthused about any of the items for sale. She saw the brunette look up at her and give her a simple shrug, "yeah…sure…" she said in her 'I really don't care' kind of voice. Clothes shopping was far from Beca's favourite thing to do, which is why Chloe had been so surprised when the brunette had agreed to step into this small boutique in Camden Market with her. The rest of The Bella's had seemed to disperse the moment they had arrived, each bustling between the varied stalls that were available in a cluster within the belly of the market, leaving Beca and Chloe to explore the popular destination alone.

Chloe took off the hat that she had just put on, placing it back on the boutique's quirky hat stand before picking up a different one that she liked the look of, "Okay, how about this?" She looked over at her best friend and striked a pose, her heart skipping a beat momentarily as the woman smiled at her with another shrug. "Come on Beca I need your opinion!" The redhead said in a whiney tone as she put her hands on her hips and gave a little pout. She needed a hat. She wanted a hat. But she wanted a hat that Beca thought she would look good wearing. Like this hat. She really liked this hat.

"It doesn't matter what I think Chloe, because we both know that you'll go with the hat that you like anyway"

"You don't know that. Your opinion could really matter to me!"

She heard the brunette let out a sigh, shaking her head slightly with a small smile as she slowly made her way towards her, "I know you Chloe Beale," Chloe felt her palms get a little tacky as Beca stopped a couple of feet from her, "and I know that you prefer this hat to the other one." Chloe swallowed loudly at their close proximity and she thought she saw Beca quickly glance at her lips before looking into her eyes. Beca never liked to stand this close to her in public, not like this anyway, face to face, looking into each other's eyes. Chloe wondered if the brunette was okay with it because The Bella's weren't around, and the boutique they were in had quite low lighting, and the vibe of being hidden away from sight. "Am I wrong?"

The redhead smiled at her best friend's question, and she rolled her eyes slightly with a giggle, "No, I really do prefer this hat." And Beca grinned, reaching her hands up above her head in victory as she laughed out an "I knew it!" Chloe spun on her heels with a grin to peer at her reflection in the mirror. Yes this was the one. She noticed her best friend approach her side, also looking at their reflection, and Chloe couldn't help but think how good they looked together. Acting on impulse Chloe reached out and swung her right arm around Beca's shoulders, affectionately gripping her upper arm, "What do you think? Should I get it?"

She felt a bit giddy, turning her head towards her best friend as Beca made to look at her. Both women grinned at each other and Chloe suddenly realised that Beca had snaked her left arm around the redhead's waist and was gripping her left hip gently. There seemed to be no awkward atmosphere, and Chloe saw her best friend raise her eyebrows with a teasing grin, "Care to share which suitcase you plan on packing that hat in if you do buy it, Beale?"

Chloe gently tilted her head as she looked up at the ceiling with a grin, pretending to think, "Hmm well maybe if someone actually folded her clothes…" and she looked back at Beca who had opened her mouth in surprise, a grin still apparent on her face, "…then maybe I would have room to fit it in my own suitcase."

"Is that so?"

"Uhuh," Chloe grinned as Beca reached her right hand up and tugged the peak of the hat down so it obscured some of the redhead's view which made Chloe laugh loudly, enjoying the feel of her best friend's arm around her waist.

"Well I guess you'd better get it then." The brunette said with a slightly flirty tone, and Chloe pulled the hat off her head as Beca gave her a little wink and stepped away from her. The redhead had frozen to the spot as she watched Beca slowly make her way to the front of the boutique, with the same unenthusiastic pace as she'd had when they'd first entered. She was almost certain she'd never heard Beca speak to her in that flirtatious tone before, and Chloe couldn't help the big gawky grin that grew on her face as butterflies raced around her stomach.

Two hours later and Chloe nudged her hip against the door of her hotel room to push it open as she dragged her body and several shopping bags over the threshold. She smiled as she chucked the bags on the large double bed, thrilled with her bargain purchases she had found during this afternoon's adventure at the local London market. They'd only been here a few hours and she'd already bought what Beca had deemed more than a hand-luggage's worth of clothes. Chloe grinned as she thought about her best friend's change in behaviour recently. This tour was already far better than the US tour they had been on two years ago. Back then Chloe had gone out of her way to avoid Beca, to try to remove any feelings she'd had for the brunette. But from the moment she had called Beca to tell her that she would move to New York with her, all the feelings had come flooding back.

Now she felt as though she loved Beca more than she had ever loved her before. And while her younger self would have been in pieces by now, desperately craving the love back, Chloe was happy enough to continue her life being best friends with the brunette. Living for the moments when it was just the two of them, curled up together, Chloe usually napping, and Beca usually on her laptop.

"Chlo?" Chloe stirred, taking a deep breath as she heard her name being quietly spoken, a gentle hand delicately pushing back her hair from her face. "Chlo, time to wake up." Chloe furrowed her brow slightly as she brought her left hand up to her face, covering her eyes with her fingers as she softly groaned and she heard Beca chuckle beside her, "Come on sleepyhead, we've got to go down and meet The Bella's in five minutes."

"I wanna lay like this forever" Chloe sang out the line from 'Truly, Madly, Deeply' by 'Savage Garden' with a mumble, making Beca chuckle again.

"I know, and believe me the last thing I want to do is trawl around the shops this afternoon, but Aubrey would hunt us down if we didn't join in on the group bonding."

Chloe sighed as she slowly opened her eyes, pulling her hand down from her face and returning it to where it had been when she had woken from her nap, which was laid delicately on Beca's left wrist. She rubbed her nose slightly with her right hand, which she had slid up from between Beca's body and her own, and she let out a sigh. Sometimes Aubrey's insistence that The Bella's did everything together to 'keep the bond' was exhausting. Chloe loved The Bella's to pieces, sure. They were her family. But when she was this cosy she struggled to find the motivation to move.

"Come on. We're in London!" She heard Beca say as the brunette closed the lid of her laptop and sat up, causing Chloe to sink back into the pillow beneath her head. She closed her eyes with a sigh, feeling herself start to drift off again. After a short pause, a squeak emanated from the redhead's mouth as she felt fingers jabbing her in her left side just above her hip and Chloe seized up as a loud giggle forced its way out of her mouth. Her eyes shot open and she saw that Beca had leant over to tickle her in the one place she was her most ticklish.

"No, stop, okay, OKAY I'll get up, I'm getting up!" Chloe pleaded with one final laugh, sitting up as Beca chuckled. She grinned as she watched the brunette get up off the bed and rummage in her suitcase. A toothbrush landed in Chloe's lap and she smiled as Beca shuffled into their ensuite with her own toothbrush and the toothpaste they were sharing. It was the redhead who had started the hygiene habit, cleaning her teeth before going out anywhere, even if it was just before lunch. Beca had started following the habit since sharing a room with her during this tour.

"We're going to be laaate!" She heard her best friend mumble out to her from the ensuite where she had begun to brush her teeth and Chloe grinned as she glided off the bed to join her.

As Chloe began unpacking her purchases she heard a knock at the door. She opened it to see Aubrey stood with a nervous smile.

"Hey Aubrey, come in!" The redhead said cheerily, returning to the clothes to hang them up in the wardrobe. She heard the blonde close the door behind her. Aubrey had been Chloe's roommate during the first four years of college. Chloe had been due to graduate with her, but something had happened in their final year that made Chloe want to stay. Or rather someone had happened. Chloe had never admitted it to Aubrey, but she had a feeling the blonde knew that Beca had been the reason why Chloe hadn't been ready to graduate college. The redhead couldn't bring herself to leave Beca when she had finally found her. Someone who she had fallen in love with. She knew Aubrey had always secretly blamed Beca for Chloe being unable to move on with her life. Chloe had begged her to never tell Beca, something that Aubrey had respected, but only because the redhead was her best friend. Chloe placed one of her new dresses on a hanger, "Everything okay?" she asked the blonde from her position by the wardrobe.

Suddenly she felt nervous as she heard Aubrey exhale dramatically, "Okay I have to ask," Aubrey began and Chloe froze, she knew that tone, "what's going on between you and Beca?" Chloe's heart lurched. She stared into the wardrobe, straightening the dress nervously.

"Nothing's going on." She said simply, honestly, quietly. Because nothing was going on. She turned to look at the woman who she considered one of her closest friends and Aubrey sat on the edge of the bed, that suspicious look on her face again.

"Oh come on Chloe, I've been watching you two! These past few weeks you've been looking at her the way you used to!" Chloe took hold of another item of clothing from the bed and returned to the wardrobe, her heart racing. She didn't think she'd been that obvious when looking at Beca. She certainly didn't think that she'd been looking at Beca any more than she had been looking at anyone else. But clearly Aubrey had thought otherwise, "and what the hell is with the touching?"

Chloe's stomach lurched as she peered from around the wardrobe with a furrowed brow, "Touching?!"

"You and I both know that even as soon as two years ago Beca Mitchell would barely let anybody brush past her let alone fall asleep on her shoulder!" Chloe's heart was beating fast. How had Aubrey known that she had fallen asleep against Beca on this bed earlier that afternoon?

"When…?"

"The plane." The blonde quickly interjected and Chloe exhaled. Of course Aubrey hadn't known about her nap earlier. Not that it mattered if she had. There was nothing going on. But Aubrey wasn't finished, "Now you touch her arm, or put your arm around her and she doesn't even flinch! She even put her arm around your waist this afternoon! I mean, what is that?"

The room fell silent and Chloe couldn't help but stare at Aubrey as she tried to contemplate what the blonde had just said. She had this sinking feeling as she realised Aubrey must have somehow spotted them in the boutique. Probably as she walked by or went to look for them. She hadn't noticed her if she had. Chloe felt her mouth go dry as she looked at Aubrey's accusing look. She'd never been aware of Beca flinching away from her much, even back in college. But then…the only times Chloe had ever really touched Beca in college had been briefly as part of a dance routine, or when she would pull her into a hug when they were drunk…or that one time when Fat Amy had fixed 'spin the bottle' so that her beloved 'Bhloe' could kiss. Not that they'd got that far of course. There was that time on the acapella bootcamp in their final year, when Chloe had been thrilled to see Beca turn to her in the cramped tent to ask what the hell they were doing there. Chloe could still remember how nervous and excited she'd felt to have her nose mere inches from hers as she revealed to Beca that she'd wished she'd done more experimenting in college. Her hope had been that Beca would ask more about what she meant by 'experimenting', perhaps even picking up the hint that Chloe so desperately wanted to kiss her at least once. But Beca, classic Beca, had simply called her "weird" and all Chloe could respond with at the last moment was a cheery "thanks!" to try to mask her disappointment as Beca turned around to face the other way.

"Listen, Aubrey I know what you're thinking, but it's not like it was in college. I've grown up a lot. I'm okay with just living with her and being around her. I'm no longer desperate for her to love me back."

"So you do still love her!"

Chloe froze again, thinking back on what she'd said. Had she admitted it out loud? For the first time since college when she would so often call Aubrey when she was drunk to tell her how in love she was with Beca? Gosh she had just said about Beca loving her back…

"I know that sounds bad but…yeah, I do…" The redhead screwed her face up as she waited for the inevitable comeback from Aubrey who had never really liked the effect Beca had on her.

"Chloeee," the blonde sighed as she stood up from the bed to walk over to her best friend, "I don't want you to be miserable any more-"

"But I'm not miserable. Far from it! Aubrey, I love what Beca and I have now! I mean…I don't exactly know what it is. It's not romantic, but it's definitely not hostile, and it's making me really happy!"

Chloe felt as though she was almost pleading with her dear friend. She meant it when she said that she didn't exactly know what she and Beca had. During the early months that the two of them had been living in their little Brooklyn apartment they had kept a reasonable distance from each other. Much like it had been when they had been living together with the rest of The Bella's in college. But this time they were living together, just the two of them, and once they had begun to get into a routine with their jobs and days off the two had become more comfortable around each other. To the point where Chloe's own father had once joked that the two best friends acted like an old married couple.

Chloe trotted into the kitchen of her small Brooklyn apartment, trying to place the other earring in her earlobe as the sound of her heels echoed off the small walls. She succeeded and smoothed down the front of her new blue dress with a nervous sigh. Tonight was the first performance by the kids at the small theatre that she had been volunteering at over the past few months. She had just had enough time after their final rehearsal to dash back to the apartment to get ready. The perks of being a volunteer dance instructor meant that tonight she could sit in the audience and soak up the atmosphere with the rest of the performer's families and local neighbours. And Beca.

The redhead sighed as she looked up at the kitchen clock that she had been thrilled to find at a downtown flea market when they had first moved to the area a year ago. Her housemate had promised she'd be home by now. In fact it was twenty minutes past that time. Chloe couldn't be late and Beca knew that. She jumped as she heard the familiar FaceTime tune ring from the kitchen work surface and the redhead picked her phone up expecting to read Beca's name on the screen. But to her surprise it read 'Dad'.

Chloe answered it, holding the device out so her face fitted the FaceTime screen just right. She beamed as she saw the familiar jolly face of her father and soft kind face of her mother smiling at her from their position of their sofa back home. Seeing them made Chloe immediately miss them, having always had the perfect relationship with her parents. Far better than Beca had ever had with hers.

"Helloooo!" Chloe's mother sang out, while her father greeted her with the nickname he had called her since birth, "Hey Twinkle!"

"Hiiiii!" Chloe replied cheerily. She leant her back against the work surface and grinned at her parents. Her mother complimented her with a "my goodness don't you look beautiful sweetheart!" and her father agreed, "Stunning! Someone looks like they've got an opening night to go to!" And Chloe let out a giggle as she thanked them.

"We just wanted to quickly call you and wish you luck for tonight sweetheart!" Mrs Beale called out to her daughter, "we're so proud of you!"

"Yeah way to go kiddo. You're going to knock them dead."

Chloe brought a hand to her face in mild embarrassment, "Well it's not me that's actually doing the performing, remember?"

"We know, we know. But you taught them the dance moves! Without you there wouldn't be anything for them to perform!" Chloe smiled. Her parents had a point, she had worked really hard with those kids to make sure that they had fun and impressive dance moves to show off to the audience.

"So what time do you have to be at the theatre twinkle?" Chloe heard her Dad ask and she placed her phone on the kitchen work surface, propping it up against the small Nespresso machine Beca had insisted on buying with some of her bonus pay last month, before reaching out and grabbing a glass of water.

"Erm…well the performance begins in an hour. The theatre's only down the street but I'm still waiting on Beca to get back from work." Chloe missed the look her parents gave each other as she took a sip of water. Her heart leapt as she heard a key in the front door, "Speak of the devil…" She muttered under her breath as she heard Beca step into their apartment and call out her name. Chloe placed her glass down, completely forgetting that she was FaceTimeing her parents, and she began to make her way towards the door of the kitchen, "Beca where have you been? You should've been back half an ho-" but the redhead froze, mid-sentence, mid-walk. Stood in the doorway of the kitchen with a look of surprise at Chloe's annoyed tone of voice was Beca, fully dressed with flawless hair and makeup, as though ready to go out to the theatre. And in her hand she held a beautiful bouquet of flowers.

The brunette stepped into the small kitchen awkwardly to stand opposite her housemate, "Sorry I'm on the drag, the subway was heaving. Good job I got ready at work huh?"

Chloe's breath caught in her throat, her heart pumping. She was in shock. Shock because Beca was actually ready. Shock because she looked absolutely stunning! Chloe glanced down at the bouquet and Beca followed her gaze. "Oh, yeah…I got these for you…you know, because it's your big night." Chloe took the bouquet as it was handed to her, still lost for words, "It's nothing much, I just…see there's roses and…these white flowers…and gerbera's…it is gerbera's that you like right?" Chloe couldn't help the tears that were beginning to well up in her eyes as she slowly nodded, a smile having grown on her face at how thoughtful her best friend was as she managed to croak out a nervous "uhuh", which made Beca's face relax into a relieved smile.

There was a short pause and the apartment fell silent except for the banging about of their neighbours in the apartments above and below theirs. "So are you ready to go? You look amazing by the way! That new dress really brings out the colour of your eyes." Chloe continued to remain stood in stunned silence in the middle of their small kitchen though she could feel herself blushing at the compliment. A shy smile grew on her face as she saw Beca grinning at her, the apartment falling silent once again. The two women jumped as they heard someone clear their throat and Beca looked to her right, Chloe to her left, as they both caught sight of Chloe's phone propped up beside them.

Chloe found herself blushing further as Beca cleared her throat and awkwardly waved at the couple on the small screen, "Oh…hey there Mr and Mrs Beale!"

"Beca." the couple said with broad smiles, and Chloe's heart lurched. She could see it on her Dad's face that he was about to tease them, so the redhead quickly turned to her best friend, asking hastily, "would you mind grabbing my jacket from my room while I finish up here?"

"Leather or denim?" Chloe cringed internally at the knowledge that Beca had suggested putting a denim jacket with this blue dress she was wearing, but instead of dwelling on it she simply instructed "leather" before watching the brunette walk out of the kitchen and towards the back of the apartment where their bedrooms were.

"So, Beca's looking well." Chloe's mother said politely as the redhead took hold of her phone and held it out again as she spoke to her parents, "Yeah, well work are finally letting her take proper breaks. Plus I'm forcing her to eat more fruit." Chloe said, though she could sense from her father's expression that something was on the tip of his tongue. The redhead sighed, "Okay, go on Dad...what are you dying to say?" The man's face opened into a broad smile the moment he gained permission to divulge his thoughts,

"You two are like an old married couple." He proceeded to laugh out loud, then laugh even louder when his wife gently slapped him on the arm as a telling off, "Jerry!" she hissed at him.

Chloe's heart was in her mouth as she began to worry a little about how her and Beca's interaction must've seemed to her parents, "Just ignore him sweetheart. Besides, it was very kind of Beca to give you those flowers," Chloe looked over at the bouquet that she'd placed beside the kitchen sink and a smile slowly grew on her face as her mother continued, "and to compliment you on your new outfit." Chloe turned back to the screen as her mother looked at her lovingly, "Your father never compliments me on what I wear."

"Oi!" Chloe's father joked as he nudged his wife and the three Beale's chuckled in unison. "But seriously Twinkle we really like Beca and we're pleased you're both happy up in New York together."

Chloe paused. Why did it sound like her parents were talking to her as though she and Beca were in a relationship? "Oh…no…Dad, Beca and I…we're not…" Chloe stumbled over her words in embarrassment as her parents grinned at her from the screen and Chloe could feel her cheeks flush. She heard Beca's heels echoing around the main body of their apartment while she returned to the kitchen.

"This took me far too long to find Chlo. You have way too many clothes." The brunette said as she entered the small kitchen and stood beside Chloe, peering at the screen with a grin as Chloe's parents laughed.

"You're fighting a losing battle there Beca. This one's always had too many clothes." Chloe's father said mid-chuckle whilst pointing at Chloe, and the redhead rolled her eyes as Beca responded, "I feel like I'm forever fighting a losing battle with your daughter Jerry!"

Chloe couldn't get annoyed. She loved it when her parents and her best friend interacted. Even if it did seem to fuel some odd presumptions by her parents. Presumptions that she would love to be true. Maybe one day...

"I suppose you do appear to be really happy" Aubrey said slowly, having taken the time to think about what Chloe had just said.

"I am. Really!" Chloe said with a reassuring smile as she squeezed her friend's hand in thanks. Aubrey took a seat on the edge of the double bed again as Chloe picked up another piece of clothing that she had bought that afternoon, pulling out a hanger from the wardrobe to put it on, "I just wish Amy would stop calling us Bhloe. I don't mind it so much, but it drives Beca nuts"

"Believe me, I tried having a word with her about it but you know what Amy's like…" Aubrey said with a sigh as she inspected the manicure she had had done earlier when they had been at Camden Market.

The sun was miraculously shining down on the patio of the London hotel and Beca, Fat Amy, Cynthia-Rose, Flo, Jessica, and Ashley were playing Uno, whilst Lily watched. Beca stared down at her cards. She was useless at Uno and was surprised she hadn't got more cards at this moment in time. Staci was stood slightly away from the group, on the phone to her agent. Over the far end of the patio Beca saw a flash of red hair and looked up to see Chloe walking out of the hotel and over to them, closely followed by Aubrey. Beca had offered to help Chloe take all her shopping bags upstairs to their room but the redhead had insisted she had done enough carrying most of them back to the hotel for her in the first place. So Beca had quietly walked through to the hotel terrace with the rest of The Bella's instead. She saw Chloe give her a grin and a wink, which made Beca blush slightly, and she quickly resumed her focus on the cards she had in her hands as the two women approached the Bella's.

"Oop Beca, calm down…" Fat Amy said in a teasing tone.

"Huh?" Beca looked up from her cards once again, furrowing her brow as she glanced at the Australian.

"Don't get jealous…"

"Seriously, what are you talking about?" She noticed Jessica and Ashley grinning as they looked from her to Chloe and Aubrey as Fat Amy continued, "Chloe's with another girl besides you."

Beca's mouth dropped open in shock at Amy's latest stint of teasing. This was the first time she had specifically spoken about Chloe as though she was cheating on the brunette. She didn't mind if the Australian teased her directly, she was thick skinned, but when she teased Chloe, that was when Beca started to feel her blood begin to boil. She glared at Fat Amy, whose grin immediately faded.

"Okay that…isn't very nice Amy." Aubrey was heard saying nervously, having clearly noticed the immediate tension, but Beca wasn't really listening. Her heart was beginning to race as Fat Amy held her hands up innocently. But the woman was far from innocent when it came to teasing Beca about Chloe and Chloe about Beca.

Cynthia-Rose laid a card, having not noticed the tension, and called out "UNO acca-bitches!" with a victorious laugh. The rest of the Bella's hadn't noticed. Chloe had clearly sensed the awkward atmosphere and started to walk around to Beca just as Fat Amy uttered the fateful words that would send the brunette into a fury, "Aubrey, I'm just a big supporter of Bhloe that's all!"

The sounds of Beca's chair scraping the patio paving echoed around the patio area as the brunette quickly stood up, chucking her cards down in the middle of the table angrily. "Beca…" Chloe quietly said, trying to immediately calm her best friend down, but it wasn't enough. Beca stormed away from the patio area despite the Bella's calling out to her to come back, needing to get up to the hotel room and listen to some music to calm down. Why did that woman insist on using that nickname? It was far from what Chloe deserved.

Beca could feel tears building in her eyes for the first time in a long long time, her anger bubbling over that much. She had no patience to wait for the elevator and instead chose to storm up the stairs. To her dismay she could hear Chloe calling out to her, but Beca couldn't bring herself to stop and let her best friend catch up with her, not until she got to their hotel room.

The brunette hammered into their hotel room, hoping to hear the door slam closed behind her, but it was met by a hand instead, and Beca realised Chloe must have caught up with her. She couldn't bring herself to look at her best friend, so instead made her way over to her suitcase, pulling it onto the double bed that had made her so nervous earlier. She refused to let her tears roll down her cheeks, and so took several deep breaths while Chloe shut the door behind them.

"What the hell is going on with you?!" she heard the redhead ask loudly, clearly out of breath from running up the stairs after her.

"Nothing…I'm fine just…go back downstairs Chloe!" Beca said quietly, desperate for her best friend to listen to her. But she knew it wasn't as simple as that. She didn't want to talk, she just needed to sit with her music for a little while and calm down. If only she could find her headphones...

"I'm not going anywhere until you tell me what's up." She heard Chloe say stubbornly, her voice cracking slightly which signified the redhead had probably begun crying in frustration.

Beca could feel her cheeks flush red as she continued to scramble the contents of her suitcase around, but she had stopped looking for her headphones and was now just looking for any excuse not to have to look at Chloe. If she did she'd crack. She couldn't be having this conversation, particularly not with the woman who stood before her with her hands on her hips.

"Well you'll be waiting a long time-" the brunette began frostily but Chloe immediately cut her off, her frustration clearly building,

"-Why are you acting so weird? You've been like this for days!

Beca growled quietly to herself getting increasingly more stressed the longer she went without her headphones. She hadn't been any different over the past few days. So what if she found herself immediately going cold on Chloe whenever Fat Amy saw them together? It was for the redhead's own good! She looked up to see Chloe now stood at the foot of their bed, her bright blue eyes gleaning with the remnants of tears that had fallen from them, and Beca sighed, her voice loud and oozing frustration "I'm not acting weird I'm just…it's… I just need some time on my own!"

"You think I don't know you but I do Beca Mitchell, I do know you, and I know that something is bothering you!" Beca had already looked back down at her suitcase but she could sense from Chloe's tone of voice that she'd begun to cry again in frustration, something that broke Beca's heart, knowing that she was the cause of it.

Beca could feel the tension building, as though she were about to snap at any moment. She so desperately didn't want to divulge any more, but Chloe was a pusher, "I've got a lot on my mind-"

"-So tell me! Tell me what's on your mind-"

"-I've got feelings okay?" Beca burst, looking to the redhead as she yelled, her heart stopping as she saw Chloe's tear-stained face open into a look of shock at her revelation. Beca had stunned even herself, and she softened her voice as she revealed the very thing she'd been terrified of revealing to her best friend for a long time now,

"I've got feelings…for you…so… you wanted to know what's been on my mind well..congratulations. Now you know."

Good grief! Chloe's gonna be pretty stunned.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter.

Next chapter will be (hopefully) posted tomorrow!