Summary: Beca, Chloe, and Fat Amy have been living together in a small, high-rise apartment building in New York City. What if an impromptu kiss after the New Year's Eve party completely changes everything?

"I reckon you nasty birds will both be making out again."

A/N: I asked tumblr for an idea of a Bechloe one-shot. The idea was provided by idontsufferfrominsanityienjoyit on tumblr. I had fun writing this. :D

Disclaimer: I don't own the franchise.


Hands Off My Chocolate

"What are you doing, you fucking psycho?"

With Chloe's arm around her shoulder, Beca dried the corner of her mouth where Chloe had pecked her drunkenly because the redhead was too inebriated to control herself.

Chloe was an overly affectionate drunk. Every fucking time. Beca had known since the first time they met that, even when sober, the redhead had a touchy-feely tendency, which Beca hated. It took a few years, but she eventually got used to it.

However, when Chloe Beale was hammered, she was the most uninhibited. And just like cats that prefer people who don't give them attention, a drunk Chloe seeks out Beca's attention the most. Because Chloe knew that Beca hated being hugged and kissed.

Beca was used to the vivacious and exuberant redhead's tactile nature but not quite yet to her regular drunken kisses, despite being inseparable since Beca's freshman year of college and having attended most of their friends' parties.

Until there was the New Year's Eve party hosted by Aubrey and Jesse at their apartment, an hour's trip away via Uber from the three women's shared living space. An excessive amount of booze had been ingested that entire evening. And naturally, an inebriated Chloe was unpredictable; just as the more Beca got wasted, the less inhibited she became.

Beca had been playing along with the coquettish redhead all evening as they were gently pecking each other in an effort to tease each other. The other former Bellas had been challenging them to be more daring, like by sharing munchies by mouthing them off of each other. Give each other lap dance, body shots, and bite marks?! You name it. Beca never once questioned the challenge; too drunk to care.

After midnight, when all the couples at the party had been engrossed with each other, Beca and Chloe—the only singles there—began their game of tease in private on the balcony, where they shared a bowl of tortillas and a dip.

A lot of what had transpired back then was a total haze.

She remembered that Chloe had smeared the dip across Beca's lips, licked them clean, and then let her lips linger for a moment longer before smiling. To tease her. To push Beca's boundaries and see what they'd be willing to allow. Nothing more.

That was… until Chloe moved her lips.

And it was over. Not the kiss.

But Beca's heartbeat. Only to be refueled to beat for a thousand different reasons.

After that, it had been a passionate kiss all the way. Arms encircling the other's neck, drawing closer, hands pawing aimlessly, moaning against supple lips. Not what best friends would typically do. Not what Beca would have done with any of the other Bellas—her other close friends. Only with Chloe.

Beca's heartbeat matched the music coming from somewhere within the apartment complex, where it was muffled and faint. Their silly game was forgotten—their friends, the other guests… her ex-boyfriend.

"Strewth! Beca? Chloe?" exclaimed the voice a yard away from them, sharp, scandalized. "I can't believe this!"

And, of course, they were caught red-handed by none other than Fat Amy, their roommate.

The Australian's expression had conveyed shock and mortification when she walked in on them.

"Amy, wait, I can explain…." After casting a glance in Fat Amy's direction and regaining control of her hands, Beca froze up. She no longer felt wasted as adrenaline flooded her system. She didn't even notice when Chloe's arms drooped limply from Beca's neck like she was dragging concrete slabs; didn't even see the redhead's countenance shift to something Beca couldn't identify. The icy void that followed Chloe's withdrawal was almost palpable.

Then Amy said, "Fuckin' Oath, you skanks pilfered the last serving of guacamole!"

Since then, it had been awkward with Chloe.

The trip back to their apartment. Their dynamic… even weeks later. There was a subtle shift in Chloe's usual buoyant exuberance. Beca's situation was made worse because she was sleeping next to her. Having to bunk up on a sofa bed due to financial constraints. All the little things had changed. No more snuggling together on chilly nights. No more teasing. Less time spent hugging each other. No more cursory eye contact.

A month of awkwardness passed.

It was one of those lazy weekends again, where they had a movie night because they had nothing better to do—against Beca's will, of course. They were munching on snacks, and when Beca returned from the bathroom, Fat Amy asked,

"Beca, you want a kiss from Chloe?"

Beca's face blanched, and she shrieked in her highest pitch, "WHAT? Why would I want that?"

From the single sofa, Chloe looked over at her bizarrely, seeming annoyed. "Shut up, Mitchell!" Under her breath, she grumbled, "You weren't complaining last time."

"Ugh," came Beca's response, ears feeling hot and heart skipping. She rolled her eyes.

Fat Amy held out a pack of Hershey's Kisses and furrowed her brows. "Relax, shortie. Since you bitches have been acting weirdly lately," she said, "I offered you some on Ginger's behalf."

"Ah, no thanks," Beca said quickly, chuckling. "Why would you even ask it like that?" Groaning, she made her way to her desk rather nervously, clearing her throat, and turned on her PC.

Slumping down in her chair, she felt an icy cold shiver down her spine. When she turned her head toward where the redhead was seated, Chloe averted her eyes toward the TV, and a blush filled her cheeks.

Beca had to talk about this with Chloe. They weren't just roommates who could avoid each other—they had also been best friends… for years. She missed their foolishness together. She missed staying up late on the weekend together—when Fat Amy would be out of town to have her one-woman performance—they'd spent the nights talking about their day and gossiping about their ex-boyfriends.

It was concerning that something as little as a drunken kiss might destroy their friendship for good.

Chloe, on the other hand, did not give out any indications that she was embarrassed or confused by the situation.

It was something else.

"I reckon you both will be snogging again," Unwrapping yet another Hershey's chocolate, Fat Amy spoke as nonchalantly as if she were discussing dinner plans. "Your treat if you do; I want the finest rib steak."

Beca groaned and felt the heat rush to her ears. "For God's sake, Amy!" praying the redhead wouldn't overhear what she murmured between gritted teeth. Chloe may not have been paying attention as she flipped through her iPhone, but Beca could tell by the color of her cheeks and the tightness of her lips that she was trying to suppress a smile.

But after a moment, Chloe stated, "And I bet Beca will be the one to kiss me first," a sly smile playing at the corner of her lips, not even looking up from her phone. She acted like her old, lively self, making Beca happy to see her this way.

That was Beca's chance to make it right. She didn't want this petty tension between them to escalate since she understood they didn't want to make each other unhappy.

"Yeah, I'm sure you'd love that," she challenged as she swiveled in her chair and stared into her best friend's sparkling blue eyes. "You wish."

"Aight, whoever kisses the other first, loses." As she ate the chocolate, Fat Amy looked from Chloe to Beca and proclaimed, "but I'm not taking part in this lesbian bollocks. In other words, it would be your wager on each other. The loser gets to smash the other's back out."

Beca knew Fat Amy understood that her two former captains were tough competitors, both inside the group and against other a cappella groups they had competed against throughout their college years. And that's how she reignited—not for the first time—the bond between Beca and Chloe.

"Deal," Beca said, then she blinked at the Australian blonde's phrasing.

After thinking about it, she recalled that Fat Amy had used this expression previously while referring to her boyfriend, Bumper; it certainly didn't have any innocent connotations.

Since Beca and Fat Amy had formerly shared a dorm room in college, she was better able than the other Bellas to understand Fat Amy's different Australian vocabulary—implying that the loser would have to have sex with the winner. Um… no way.

"Wait, what? No!" Beca shot up from her chair, and her whole face felt hot, panic taking over. Chloe looked at her, not completely understanding. "No, not that last one. That's… weird." Beca flinched and stutter-stomped, her awkwardness returning full force. She and Chloe's usual playful ribbing of each other had never been this uneasy. No doubt their last kiss did change something between them.

"Why? What does it mean?"

"Nothin', ginger," Fat Amy said, "you in or not?"

Beca looked across at the oblivious redhead and heaved a deep sigh. Yet Chloe grinned from ear to ear without so much as a question.

"Sure thing," she said, "I'm in."

*,*,*

Beca's strategy was simple: give the cheerful redhead a surprise that would make her ecstatic, then she'd just let her emotions take over. This strategy was always effective in the past. And those kind deeds were as easy as grabbing Chloe's favorite snacks or whipping up a batch of pancakes for breakfast.

Beca immediately followed up on it when they both had the weekend off. Beca cooked pancakes for Chloe with a devious grin on her face. She knew her best friend had been overwhelmed by vet school's demands, so she topped the pancakes with strawberries cut into hearts and drizzled them with roasted berries. Chloe was seated at her computer with her earbuds on, completing a report and drinking tea, so Beca brought the tray to her.

Chloe looked down at the tray, then up at Beca. She removed one earbud and asked, "For me?"

"Yeah, there's more if you like," Beca said, trying to keep a straight face. She knew that Chloe would soon jump up and start slathering her with kisses, so she was preparing to win the bet as soon as possible. However, the redhead just responded by hugging her and squeezing her hand.

"Thank you," Chloe said when she pulled away.

Okay, Chloe wasn't stupid. She knew what Beca intended with that gesture because Beca wasn't usually so sweet and thoughtful. That would have been too easy.

Chloe's retaliation was to start wearing nothing but a towel. Also, it would have been OK if the towel had covered her midriff. However, the fucking towel only covered her hair, and she wandered the apartment in her bra and panties. In a fictitious search for something. Beca, ears reddening and hands shaking, sat on the bed with her laptop, watching the entire thing unfold.

The redhead had always felt confident in her own skin. And only on their second encounter had Beca seen her in all her nude glory. In the communal showers back in college, when Chloe had burst into Beca's shower stall. But ever since they lived together in the sorority house during college, and even now that they shared an apartment, Beca had avoided seeing her in the buff.

Not that she wanted to. She just never had the chance to.

Beca would prepare them breakfast during their free time together and bring home the redhead's favorite treats to make it a regular occurrence.

She did this since Chloe did have an adorable face when she was happy, which Beca had never noticed before until now. They'd text each other during the day, sending silly things that reminded them of each other.

Chloe showed her appreciation—when she had time—by sometimes preparing Beca's favorite meal. Furthermore, when Chloe prepared the dish Beca's late grandma used to make, Beca was almost tempted to peck her on the cheek because she was so happy. She discovered in her last phone call that Chloe got the recipe from Beca's father.

She didn't account for the redhead's fierceness in competition. Chloe would go to such extremes for the sake of winning. By playing with Beca's buried emotions.

"You guys dating now?" Fat Amy asked one evening when they sat together, eating the meal Chloe had prepared. "Because this meal is made with love, I can tell. Isn't this Beca's favorite?"

"I know what she's trying," Beca mumbled, trying to be angry but failing.

"I'm not trying anything," Chloe said with a fake sweet smile.

"So, the bet's still going, huh? Nobody lost yet?" Fat Amy inquired.

"Nobody lost yet," Beca confirmed with a firm smirk, raising a brow challengingly at Chloe, who suddenly looked flustered. What the…? Beca was dazed by the redhead's reaction to her and blinked. Dazed and, moreover… confused.

When Beca and Chloe were left to their own devices for a few days while Fat Amy was out of town on a "tour," they noticed how unusual it felt. Before, they used to take turns going out with their respective boyfriends, but since they were both single and bored—over Valentine's Day, no less—they did everything together.

Things had been awry between them since their drunken make-out session on New Year's. And because they hadn't spent a whole day alone since then, especially not at night, it seemed incredibly awkward now. Usually, Fat Amy would serve as a buffer or a barrier between them, but she wasn't there. Even when Beca and Chloe fought about petty stuff or had minor disagreements in the past, they'd usually made up quickly after. The thing was, Chloe wasn't treating her with the cold shoulder—it was an unusual tension that had never existed before.

If Beca were to guess, it seemed like the overly confident Chloe Beale was bashful. And Chloe was never bashful.

The redhead beauty was always the confident type because she knew she was hot, and in control. With nothing more than her charming smile, she could make even the most demanding men weak in the knees. Charm them into submission. Get them to give in to an overwhelming sense of desire for her. This was the extent of her power. Why shouldn't she be confident about having this ability?

Beca reflected on Chloe's recent social interactions. Might it be possible that her best friend was in a new relationship? Did she recently fall in love with a new dude? And that's why her behavior seemed so out of the ordinary? Why, however, wouldn't she tell Beca? There never was a topic too little or inconsequential for their conversations.

Fat Amy's apparent lack of tour preparation, as seen by the fact that she left her Amy Winehouse wig in her drawer, led Beca to speculate that she may have just gone to see Bumper so that Beca and Chloe could spend some quality time together—to remind you, on Valentine's Day.

She reminded them to keep their hands off her stash of chocolate while she was gone.

Later that evening, Chloe proposed that she and Beca watch a DVD Chloe had borrowed from a friend. The perky redhead splurged on movie snacks and a bottle of wine, and they decided to raid their roommate's chocolate stash and just refill it before Fat Amy returned.

Once Beca reluctantly took a seat on the sofa, Chloe jumped at the chance to lie down and watch the movie with her head on Beca's lap.

"Dude, seriously?" she groaned and struggled to shove the redhead away, but Chloe had already trapped her arm like an anchor beneath Beca's leg.

"I had a stressful week, Beca," Chloe said with a frown towards the TV, "just shut up."

While the first scene was showing, they were both startled that it was, in fact, a horror movie. And they both hated gruesome horror movies.

"What movie is that? Oh my God!" Beca gave a high-pitched squeak and immediately covered her eyes as she came close to tearing up.

Chloe, her voice shrill as she hurriedly searched for the remote to turn the TV off, said, "For God's sake, the title read Jigsaw," and the way she said this implied that she had expected a show involving puzzles and riddles.

"And you didn't even think to check the front cover?" Beca held up the DVD, adding, "or read the summary on the back?"

"And why didn't you?" Chloe retorted, throwing her arms around in frustration.

They decided to watch some series instead, and Chloe ended up feeding Beca some popcorn.

After a few glasses of wine and drunkenly teasing each other, Beca dared to ask, trying to sound casual but sincerely interested in her best friend's love life, "So, you met someone new recently?"

With her head still on Beca's lap, Chloe turned to look up at Beca curiously. Her brows creased as she examined Beca's expression. "No, why would you think that?"

"Just thinking how happy you seemed lately," Beca told her with a shrug. "Vet school going great then?"

"It's stressful, but it's fine," Chloe said in a not-so-convincing tone, taking Beca's hand and playing absently with her fingertips.

"Then why do you seem overly happy?" Beca asked, squeezing her best friend's hand, and adding wryly, "If I didn't know better, I'd say you recently got laid."

Chloe rolled her eyes and swatted Beca's arm. "Gosh, no. I'd tell you if I had sex," she murmured slyly, keeping her gaze fixed on Beca. Only Chloe's candor regarding her sex life was something Beca knew would remain constant between them.

After some time of drinking more wine and out of growing boredom, Chloe sat up and said, "I bet you can't remove the popcorn without touching my lips." Then she placed the popcorn between her lips.

"I bet I can," said Beca, who was sufficiently inebriated to play along since she loved a good challenge. She adjusted so that her body was next to Chloe's, and her hands were holding Chloe's at bay. "If you move, then I swear to God…."

Chloe giggled and shook her head. She placed her hands on Beca's knees and held still.

As Beca moved closer, she tilted her head sideways, noticing Chloe's bright blue eyes turning dark as her eyelids drifted shut the more Beca closed the gap between their faces. Her fingers dug at the nape of her best friend's head and into her scalp. The fact that Chloe was sighing and her cheeks were reddening fiercely didn't help matters. At all. There was nothing extraordinary about this at all. They had done worse things together, where Chloe pushed Beca, and she agreed without considering the repercussions.

But Beca succeeded. She grinned from ear to ear, proud of this silly accomplishment, as she ate that popcorn straight from Chloe's lips without touching them.

They continued playing this game for a while, giggling, and laughing as they made up new rules and expanded the game's complexity. This time, trying the same with the chocolate pieces, removing them from the other's mouth before they melted.

Beca placed the chocolate between her lips as Chloe shoved her to lie down and crawled on top of her. She gulped hard, her mouth watering at the back of her throat. Having Chloe, obviously intoxicated, lying on top of her, raised her body temperature and sped up her heart rate. Yeah, she ignored the fact she was more aware now that Chloe's breasts on her felt different from when the redhead merely hugged her.

And she knew her lightheadedness was due to the wine she'd consumed, so she clutched and unclenched her fists alongside her body to keep the blood pumping. She tried to maintain her position of stillness as her best friend brought her head closer to her lips. To remove the half-molten chocolate.

Beca let out an involuntary moan as Chloe, acting as though she were tasting it directly from Beca's lips, licked against it, then successfully withdrew it with her tongue. All without putting their lips together. Then, with a giddy laugh, she sat up and let the chocolate melt in her mouth before swallowing.

"You okay?" she asked mischievously, her head resting against the sofa's backrest.

"I hate you, Beale," Beca replied as she sat up, wondering why she was feeling a little winded. "I'm pretty sure you just lost with that."

"I didn't," Chloe said grimly, "I didn't kiss you."

"You used your tongue, which is part of your mouth," Beca exclaimed.

"That was totes not kissing," Chloe retorted, crossing her arms. Then she looked around for her iPhone, which was on the side table, "we can ask Amy if you want."

Beca rolled her eyes and groaned. "No need to ask her." She surrendered. "Okay, fine. That wasn't kissing. Ugh."

"You would know if I really kissed you." Chloe winked.

Beca pushed her until Chloe fell over, laughing hard.

*,*,*

The universe was spinning, her mind racing and her heart pounding fast because of all the wine. And only the stupid wine. And not because of having Chloe beside her, snuggled up to her body. It was also the next thing that Beca decided was definitely weird.

Every part of her was having a new reaction to her best friend. So naturally, she felt guilty about it. As if on instinct, she tried to physically distance herself, glanced away, and eventually closed her eyes.

"Your heart is beating so fast, Beca," Chloe whispered into the silence.

"Try to sleep," Beca mumbled.

"Do you think it's weird?" Chloe asked, which made Beca turn her head to look at the woman beside her, with her head on Beca's arm.

"I guess, a bit, yeah," Beca admitted, expressing her sense of relief that at least one of them had addressed the elephant in the room, "you're my best friend, Chloe. I think the kiss shouldn't ruin our friendship."

Chloe suddenly shifted to prop herself up on her elbow. "No, I meant that it's so quiet because there's no snoring sound from Amy," she said, sounding angry and slightly irritated. "Gosh, you feel weird that we made out?"

Uh oh… Beca felt her heart stop. Oh my God

"Um, funny story, huh?"

"I can't believe this! Ugh," Chloe said, rolling on her side away from Beca.

Beca inched her way closer to her before hugging her from behind. After taking a long breath, she said, "Will you forgive me if I told you… that you kissed better than Jesse, Theo, and the last guy I hooked up with?" Embarrassed, she let out a little giggle.

Chloe turned around. "Really?"

"Yeah?"

"Aww, Beca…" Chloe squealed with delight as she turned over to hug her. And she was about to kiss Beca when she stopped herself only inches from her lips. Even though it was too dark to see, Beca sensed Chloe was forming a sneer on her lips. "You almost got me."

"Shoot!"

The room continued to revolve around them while they remained perfectly motionless, facing each other. It wasn't until Chloe brought her thumb up to lightly touch Beca's lips that Beca felt the tension in her stomach soften. She took a deep breath, reached for her friend's hand, and tried to regain her composure.

She propped up on her elbow to whisper into the redhead's ear, "I will not lose against you."

Causing Chloe to shudder against her and squirm closer. "I hate you, Mitchell," she whispered.

Beca laid back again and closed her eyes.

"I hate you, too."

*,*,*

Beca saw that her original plan wasn't working and devised a new one. They'd become so accustomed to doing nice things for one other that it had become a habit.

Chloe spent the following day moaning intermittently, gnawing the corner of her bottom lip, and surfing the web. Her expression suggested that she was experiencing a great deal of frustration. Beca presented her with a platter of mini burgers and a glass of ginger ale. Chloe smiled at her and nearly pecked her on the cheek but swiftly backed away to squeeze Beca's leg.

"What's wrong?" Beca asked when she looked at Chloe's laptop screen.

"I'm trying to find Broadway tickets for my parents' wedding anniversary," Chloe said, clicking on her mouse pad and scrolling through the page, "that musical, 'West Side Story,' but it looks like I'm too late. The tickets are sold out everywhere."

Beca recommended a few ticketing sites, but all the tickets had already been sold everywhere. They went through a few other online ticket shops, but it seemed too late for the current season's shows.

"This weekend, my parents are coming over, and I had this as a surprise in store for them," Chloe whined. "Now I can give up on that."

"This weekend, but you just looked up the tickets now?"

"I looked them up earlier, but I couldn't afford the tickets at the time." Chloe munched on her mini burger and drank her ginger ale, looking downcast. "You got another idea?"

"But can't you just get them other tickets for another musical?"

Chloe related the story of how her parents had their first date at the "West Side Story" musical and how it finally led to their falling in love. After hearing her parents recount their first date and subsequent courtship, she considered treating them to anniversary theater tickets in honor of their silver wedding anniversary.

"We'll think of something else," Beca reassured her.

*,*,*

"You guys been making' out while I was away?" Fat Amy asked when she returned home. "One of you lost the bet already?"

"No, we didn't. No one lost." Beca scoffed. "I stand no chance of winning it, anyway." She had been working on some new songs on her computer. It was once again her free weekend, and she planned to spend it with Fat Amy before Chloe's parents arrived.

Chloe had been cleaning up, bought snacks, and baking cookies for her parents. She insisted that her two roommates slash best friends would at least stay to say hi to her parents, which would mean a lot to her.

On time, her folks showed up. They greeted and hugged Chloe, as well as Beca and Fat Amy.

Chloe briefed her parents in great detail about her time at veterinary school as they gathered about their improvised "living room" and chatted about her experiences thus far. There's nothing new for Beca to know. Amy gorged herself on cookies, and Beca sipped at her coffee.

Then Chloe said, eyes dimming, "I'm sorry, I wanted to get you something for your anniversary."

"What are you saying, honey?" Mrs. Beale remarked as she stroked her daughter's hand. She had previously suggested that Beca just call her Mary, but Beca felt awkward about addressing her best friend's mother by her first name. "You didn't need to get us anything. We're happy to see you."

"You baked us delicious cookies," her father, Mr. Beale—or James—said. "You never baked before."

Chloe smiled happily.

Beca rose to her feet and proceeded to her desk, where she took out an envelope. "What are you talking about, Chloe? Given your penchant for misplacing things, you requested I keep these for you. Here."

"What?"

"Your gift for your parents," Beca said through clenched teeth. "Don't act so weird; you told me to hide it for you."

"Thank… you," Chloe said uncertainly, "for, um, keeping it. I almost forgot."

Chloe took the envelope and seemed like she wanted to peek inside, but refrained from it. Because if she did, her parents might get suspicious. Beca sprang to her feet and grabbed Fat Amy's arm, motioning for her to join her so the family could have some privacy.

"Now?" Fat Amy said. "The movie is not on for another hour."

As Beca put on her jacket, she heard Mrs. Beale squeal excitedly, "OH MY GOD! I can't believe it. James, look." She held up two tickets in both hands, her face resembling Chloe's when she was excited.

"What? How were you able to get these, Chloe?" James asked. "They were sold out months ago."

"Let me see…" Chloe said, looking nervous, "if the date is correct." Her eyes lit up, and her gaze shot at Beca, who was grinning back at her and winking. Chloe's eyes filled with tears, but she blinked them quickly away. She returned the theater tickets to her parents, congratulating them again and accepting their hugs.

What Beca didn't expect after she exited the apartment with Fat Amy was that Chloe would run after her.

"Beca, wait," Chloe called, arms outstretched as she pounced on Beca, hugging her tight. "How did you get them?"

"You seem to have forgotten that I'm a rising music producer with connections." Beca guffawed, but it had taken a lot of effort on her part to get the tickets. She didn't tell Chloe this.

She traveled to Baltimore to see her friend, Lilly, since she heard the tickets could be obtained in exchange for service at the bar where Lilly worked as the manager. Lilly, who knew someone, who knew someone, who might have the tickets Beca was looking for. Still, Beca took the risk and went to see Lilly and meet that person. She was not compensated for her work and time, but it didn't matter. She footed the bill for the theater tickets, airfare, and cab ride back and forth from the airport. Even took a day off of work.

However, all that effort paid off since Chloe emerged from the ordeal beaming with pure delight. Was that the extent to which Beca would go to win a bet?

Or was it because she genuinely wanted Chloe to be happy?

When Chloe drew back, she framed Beca's face with her hands, looked her deeply in the eyes, and kissed her.

When Beca felt Chloe's soft lips on hers, her eyes widened in shock. They failed to notice that Fat Amy was right there with them. She did nothing more than return the kiss with the same level of intensity, which continued until their roommate cleared her throat in order to get their attention.

"Aight, I get to pick a huge steak now."


A/N: Feel free to check out my novel "Parallel Universe." I'd appreciate every review you leave. :)