A/N: Really appreciating the follows and whatnot, still trying to get my sea legs so to speak, so bear with me if its sloppy or anything. Plus I'm trying to upload this real quick before work. I know so far its mostly scenes from the movie, but I'm trying to keep it to just the important scenes regarding Chloe and Beca, soon I'll branch off more into Bella rehearsals and other private moments. Hopefully I'll start writing more after work today and have it uploaded tomorrow. Please review, I encourage constructive criticism, always looking to improve. Again I don't own Pitch Perfect or the characters, and I realize from the small line of lyrics from my last chapter I should probably add I don't own any of the songs I might feature in this story...
A few nights after the activity fair found Chloe out to dinner with her boy toy of the week. Chloe never thought of herself as easy or anything, just affectionate. She couldn't help that many different boys liked that about her. She pretended to pay attention to what the guy was saying, but was really just pushing the food around her plate. She couldn't stop thinking about the Bellas, the upcoming auditions, and every so often that alt girl from the activity fair. She needed to clear her head. Looking up from her plate, she gave her companion a sly smile. "Say, what do you say we get out of here?"
The guy was more than happy to pay the bill and leave the restaurant. Knowing that Bree was back at the room, Chloe decided to go to one of her usual spots, the showers on the freshman floor of her building. She led him across the campus, giggling and tugging at his shirt. Once they reached the showers, both quickly stripped and got down to business. Suddenly She heard the door open and a soft voice singing. She quickly shushed the boy and turned to listen better. It was Titanium by David Guetta, one of her favorite songs. Her lady jam in fact. The voice sounded vaguely familiar but she couldn't place it. Quietly slipping out of the shower, she made her way to the occupied stall.
Ricochet, you take your aim... Chloe slowly pulled the shower curtain back and couldn't contain her smile as she recognized the tattoo on the girls shoulder, and the spikes in her ear. "You can sing!"
The girl turned and yelled "Dude!" before shoving the shower curtain closed.
Chloe immediately ripped it back open, too excited to really worry about little things like modesty. "How high does your belt go?" She reached into the shower to turn the water off.
"My what? Oh my god!"
"You have to audition for the Bellas!" Chloe could see Beca's eyes quickly scan her body then make a point to look away.
"I can't concentrate on anything you're saying until you cover your junk"
"Just consider it! One time, we sang back-up for Prince. His butt is so tiny that I can hold it with, like, one hand." Chloe giggled a bit and held her hand up to demonstrate, clearly unaware of how uncomfortable Beca was as she knocked something over. "Oops"
"Seriously?" Beca turned to face the wall. "I am nude."
Chloe continued to ignore her protests only moving closer to the naked girl. "You were singing Titanium right?"
"You know David Guetta?"
"Have I been living under a rock? That song is my jam." She moved in closer and grinned. "My lady jam" She wasn't quite sure why she was so forthcoming with this girl who's name she still didn't know. "The song really builds." She gave her a quick wink.
The whole situation was obviously way out of Beca's comfort zone as Chloe then insisted she sing it for her. After a quick harmony in the showers, Chloe finally seemed to realize how bizarre this situation must be, she offered up some explanation about her confidence and flushed slightly when Beca justified it.
Day of Auditions
After that encounter, she couldn't think about anything but the upcoming auditions and the new girl Beca. She had finally done some research and found out that the girl was Beca Mitchell. Her father was a professor on campus, comparative literature. Chloe had actually taken the class, and from what she remembered Dr. Mitchell seemed like an open, friendly guy. Unfortunately his daughter didn't quite give off the same vibe, but Chloe still had this feeling about her. A strangely comfortable one, as if they had been friends for ages.
"Chloe are you paying attention? Auditions are in an hour, and there is no way enough girls are going to show up." Aubrey was rushing around their room, cleaning and organizing everything she could get her hands on.
Chloe sighed softly before tucking her hair behind her ear. "Bree relax, you have no idea what's going to happen, and it's definitely not going to be the huge disaster that you're afraid it will be." She went up to give her roommate a warm hug.
Aubrey nodded and tried to put on a brave face. "You're right, we were given control of this group and no matter what I am going to make sure to uphold the Bella tradition. I will not let them down."
Chloe bit her tongue, knowing that any comments on pressure or tradition will fall on deaf ears. Ever since Lincoln Center last year, Aubrey had been a machine. Everything she did that didn't revolve around schoolwork revolved around the Bella's. Chloe loved singing as much if not more than Aubrey, but she loved it for the pure joy she felt when she sang. Aubrey just felt all kinds of pressure to be perfect, to win, so when she found something she was good at, Chloe watched her let it take over her life.
"Alright Aubrey, it's time to go, we want to get there before the Trebles, right?" Chloe grabbed her hand. "Come on, if anything it'll be fun to see if there are any train wrecks."
After Auditions
Although the auditions had gotten off to a rocky start, they went surprisingly well. Chloe and Aubrey were going through the auditions that night. Aubrey was trying to be picky, wanting to retain the tight, clean look of the Barden Bellas, but with some of Chloe's coaxing she realized that that might be an impossibility. Chloe was quick to talk about the raw talent of some of the girls. "I mean come on Bree, while Cynthia might not look the part, she has an amazing voice."
"But that hair, Chloe, I mean its one thing to dye it pink, but then that haircut?" Chloe gave her a look and she relented. "Alright alright, you're right. Besides, I really enjoyed Fat Amy's enthusiasm, and while she was a little pitchy, its definitely something we could work on."
Chloe grinned, happy to hear that her friend was starting to be a little more open minded. "I feel the same about Stacie, she definitely has talent, and the look, we just need to work on her...presentation."
Aubrey choked on the water she was drinking. "Presentation? That's a nice way to put it Chlo."
Chloe grinned. "I'll work with her." Chloe picked up another paper. "What about Lilly?"
Aubrey furrowed her brow. "I mean, I'm not sure. I couldn't hear a single sound come out of her mouth but I guess it can't hurt to have another body up there."
Chloe nodded in agreement before looking down at the last paper in front of her. She tried to hide her smile before looking over at Aubrey. "So um what about that Beca girl? I mean I know she didn't really come to prepared but I thought her performance was really impressive." She thought back to the audition.
When she first saw Beca offstage, she knew that she would need a little encouragement. Once she was on stage though, Beca seemed strangely confident, taking the cup off of the table. Sitting cross legged before them, she began to sing and move the cup. The second she started Chloe was mesmerized, the singing and the movements. Once she finished, Chloe was grinning. She knew that Aubrey would have something to say about the ear spikes, the messy hair, and the low cut shirt that seemed to perfectly show off a hint of bosom. Chloe though nothing of it at the time, but thinking back her mind couldn't help but linger on the girl's outfit.
Aubrey's voice snapped her out of the memory. "-can see why you'd like her, and if you're willing to take responsibility for her, then we'll let her in. For now." Chloe didn't even try to hide the smile now. She was more than willing to take responsibility. "But I swear Chloe, the minute she slips up, she's out. I will not have anything jeopardizing my chances this year."
Chloe's smile fell a bit, hearing Aubrey already starting to refer to it is her group, as her chances. She shook her head. Aubrey was always the more controlling one, the one to take the lead. And Chloe was always one to follow behind. That's just how they were. Chloe pushed any negative thoughts out of her head and instead focused on the next part of this whole process. Hood Night.