So... this is where things start moving, guys! When I started this chapter, I had a completely different idea in mind, but then this happened, so... I hope you all enjoy, you awesome nerds!

Day 6- Why Are You Doing This to Me?

"Never let me drink again." Chloe mutters as she pulls her jacket on slowly, yawning in the process. "That was terrible."

"It was pretty hilarious, actually." She laughs, ignoring the glare the redhead sends her way. "Now, I'd love to walk you home, but-" She cuts herself off, pretending to think. "I don't want to do anything today."

Chloe rolls her eyes at her, but a small grin appears. "As totally rude as that just was, fine. I have to go to work anyway."

"On a Saturday?" Beca asks. "Damn, that sucks. I'm so glad I don't work weekends, you have no clue."

"You're right. I don't." She mumbles, then bounds forward and places a light kiss against Beca's cheek. "I'll see you tonight then, I guess."

"Uhh…"

"The party's tonight, did you seriously forget?"

"Shit." Beca mutters, rubbing her forehead with the palm of her hand. "I did forget, actually. I'll text you later and let you know when to come over, alright?" She hasn't heard back from Efron yet about when the party is; she knows she'll have to text him later and find out. She'd be fine with skipping, but Chloe won't let her and she already knows it.

"Alright. Bye." Before Beca can even think about answering, she's out of the door, and Beca's left staring at the swinging door in front of her. Walking into the kitchen, she grabs one of the donuts from last night and starts absent-mindedly eating it while scrolling through Twitter. She still remembers the exact day Chloe made her create an account, and to say she's grateful now would be an understatement.

"No." Beca grumbled, snatching her phone away when Chloe tried to take it from her. Chloe gave her her best pout yet, and it took everything in Beca not to give in. "You won't change my mind. I don't care what you do."

"Ouch." Chloe batted her eyes at the new celebrity. "But seriously, why not? It's an amazing way to stay in touch with the world. Especially your new celebrity friends."

"I don't have 'new celebrity friends' to stay in touch with." Beca rolled her eyes, making air quotes with her fingers for emphasis. Even as she said it, though, she knew it was a lie; her and Aubrey Plaza, whom she had just recently starred in the movie Mike and Dave Need Wedding Dates (also with Zac Efron and, ironically enough, Bumper- and she's still not sure how that happened) with, had become pretty good friends.

"Bullshit." Chloe called her out, and Beca sighed. "You have new friends and you know it. It's almost as if you don't need us Bellas anymore." Her pout turned exaggerated as she looked at her feet, but Beca could tell it was because Chloe was trying to hide the fact that she was actually sad by playing it off.

"Chloe, look at me." She waited until she did so before continuing. "I literally sang a song to you guys a year ago saying that I'll never give you up, and I meant it."

"Really?" Beca took in a deep breath when she saw how upset Chloe was, and it made her heart ache, knowing it was her fault.

"Yes, really." Pretending not to be as upset as she actually was, she playfully rolled her eyes at her best friend. "I'm a lot of things, Chloe, but a liar isn't one of them."

"I know." Chloe sighed before suddenly grinning. "So-"

"I said no, Chloe!" She groaned softly, practically slamming her head into the counter. "I just-"

"Just what? Do you have one good reason why you don't want it?"

Beca sighed; Chloe made a good point. "I'm going to regret this, but FINE." She knew she'd never win an argument against Chloe; she didn't even know why she tried.

"YAY!" Chloe immediately snatched the phone out of her hand, her eyes sparkling with glee. "You won't regret this, I promise."

Beca chuckles to herself; no, she definitely does not regret it. For the longest time, Theo would have to yell at her about five times a day to "get off Twitter and get some fucking shit done." To her, it was a win-win: she got to be on her phone at work, and it pissed Theo off. She knows she probably shouldn't enjoy making him so mad, but he makes it super easy.

Deciding she should probably figure out when the party is, she pulls her phone out and sends a text to Zac: Hey, what time do you want Chloe and I there today?

Much to her relief, he only takes a couple minutes to respond. Anytime after 7 works, that's when it starts.

Are you saying I can't come early?

You would never come early, dude.

Beca laughs, knowing she's lost. You're right. I'll see you later.

I'm happy you're bringing Chloe. You two are perfect for each other.

She's tried to convince him that she doesn't like Chloe, but of course he sees right through it. Or he's super stubborn- she wouldn't doubt either one, really. Finally giving in, she texts back, Except she doesn't feel the same and never will.

Give it a chance. He sends back with a shrugging emoji. Right as she starts typing out a response (actually, more like scrolling through her emojis for the middle finger), her doorbell rings. She quickly makes her way to the door and practically wrenches the door open, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion when all she sees is a note taped to the door.

Beca,

I've decided to make you do something today. I want you to follow these directions, and this is your present for day 6. This is something you might not love, but hey, I'm trying to make these things different! It's harder than one would think.

Attached to the note is another piece of paper, this one containing directions. It doesn't say where the final destination is, which Beca finds annoying, but shrugs. She has to do it, right? One, it'd be rude (it's still weird to her that she actually cares about hurting other people's feelings now), and two, she knows she might be able to find a clue she actually understands. She walks back in the kitchen and grabs her phone, seeing another text from Zac: Trust me.

Whatever, dude. She rolls her eyes and puts her phone back on the table before walking to her room and getting dressed. Unsure of what the plan is for today, she wears a pair of black jeans and a white and gray flannel with some black tennis shoes. Normally, she's super against tennis shoes (like, you wear them for most sports, why name them after one?), but she can always make exceptions. Not knowing what she's getting herself into for a day is definitely one of them.

After feeding her turtles, birds, exiting her house and locking up, she pulls the note back out and looks at the first instruction. Get a taxi. She stands by the edge of the road, shivering as she waits for one to pass. To speed up time, she pulls her phone out and texts Emily. Going on an adventure… wish me luck.

Haha, good luck.

Are you still sick? Just as she presses send, a taxi slows down in front of her, and she quickly hops in. Ripping off the directions, she hands them to the taxi driver, who nods and starts driving again.

Unfortunately ;( it's not terrible today though

That's good, glad you're feeling better

Thanks. Hey, how was last night?

Beca laughs out loud, thinking of all the crazy shit Stacie and Chloe tried to do last night before being stopped by both her and Aubrey. Chloe and Stacie got wasted, if that tells you anything.

Oh gosh, maybe it's good I wasn't there. She can imagine the look on Emily's face right now, and she laughs again.

Yeah, maybe. It would've been nice, having some help with Chloe though.

How's it going, by the way?

Beca sighs, knowing she's talking more about her liking Chloe more than anything else. Fine, I guess. The same as always.

Are you ever going to tell her?

Dude. No. Ignoring the tree bubbles that indicates Emily's typing, she adds, I can't lose her.

But what if you didn't? Doesn't she deserve to know? She responds a minute later, after most likely having to change her answer. Wouldn't you want to know?

I mean… I guess. Beca has to give it to her, she can't argue with that logic. But this isn't the same thing.

Sure it is.

Not really…

Ok fine, maybe it isn't. But think about it this way; I'm the only one who even knows your bi. Wouldn't that be scary?

Another sigh; she hates it when Emily's right (she hasn't told Emily what Efron suspects, simply because she doesn't want to encourage him in any way possible- and most things she does in life comes back to bite her in the ass at some point or another). "Are you ok back there, miss?" The taxi driver asks, glancing in his back mirror. She immediately tenses, waiting for him to recognize her, but he never acts any different, much to her relief.

"Yeah, sorry. Just texting a friend." She glances outside. "How much farther are we?"

The taxi driver laughs. "Almost there."

"Great." I hate when you're right, she sends to Emily.

I know you do. You hate it when anyone's right that isn't you. After a second, she adds, And trust me, I know what it's like, liking a girl who didn't like you back. Except, I found out that she is gay and just didn't feel the same.

This is new news to Beca, who coughs loudly. WHAT? How am I just learning about this?

Because I wasn't really open to talking about it. I liked her for a long time, actually…

Do I know her? Dude, I swear to God if I know her…

You do.

WHO?! She can't help but grunt out loud. She can't believe one of her best friends liked someone and didn't tell her. There's a small voice at the back of her head telling her that she'd have done- and technically is doing, other than Em- the same thing, but she pushes it off as Emily responds.

She's a Bella.

It better not have been Chloe.

Haha, I can hear your growl from here. Beca rolls her eyes. But nope.

Fuck Em, just tell me.

Fine… Stacie. Immediately, Beca decides to just call her. "Really?" She answers on the first ring.

"You liked STACIE?" She blurts out as soon as Emily stops talking. "I mean, I guess she's hot and everything…"

"It wasn't just that." She sighs on the other end, her voice still sounding a little weak from being sick. "She's a really nice, sweet, caring, loving person… you know this."

"Yeah, I do." Suddenly, she frowns, picking up on Emily's tone of voice. "You don't… still like her, do you?" When she doesn't respond, she sighs. "Really? Dude, you're married."

"I know, and so is she." Emily coughs lightly. "And we both have kids. It'll never happen anyway, it's just hard to get over someone like that. You should understand that better than anyone."

Beca chuckles, despite the situation not being funny. "Yeah, I know exactly what you mean."

"See though, this is why I keep telling you to tell Chloe. I love Benji, yes, but sometimes I can't help but wonder how different my life would be right now if I'd have told her back in college, before she started dating Aubrey."

"I get that." She sighs. "But I just can't. You of all people should understand that."

"Touché." Emily lets out a breathy laugh, her happy tone coming back again, making Beca relax a little in her seat.

"Ma'am? We're here." The taxi driver announces, looking back at Beca as the car slows to a stop. She looks outside and sees they're at Central Park.

Frowning, she tells Emily, "Look, I just got to… whatever my present is, so I have to let you go. We're coming back to this Stacie thing though."

"Alright. Bye, Beca. Have fun today."

"I'll try." She scoffs as she hands the taxi driver a $50 and gets out. "Bye." After hanging up and sliding her phone back into her coat pocket, she glances around, trying to remember what day six in the song is. When she can't remember, she looks it up: six geese of laying. She knows there's not going to be any actual geese, since it's winter, but at least she has a tiny idea what to look for.

It only takes her twenty minutes to find a sign that says BM on it, and she shakes her head when she sees six fake geese formed into a heart. She can't help but think it's exactly the type of thing Chloe would love, so she takes a picture of it to show her later. When she walks up to it, she sees that there's another note on the geese.

Beca,

You might be a little disappointed to hear this, but there's no clue today, sorry. I've decided to tell you a little story instead.

I've been in love with you for a while now. By a while, I mean college. I was just too scared to ever say anything, because I knew you didn't feel the same. I'm still 99% sure you don't feel the same today, but one can hope, right? And besides, I'm just now really coming to terms with how I feel for you; I always tried to push it to the side and pretend I didn't. Anyway, maybe this helps, maybe this doesn't, but I'm feeling pretty sappy today. My relationships in the past have made me realize that I can't just keep settling for some random guys, because they aren't you. And who knows, maybe this letter gave you a clue. I guess we'll see come the 12th day, now won't we?

Beca reads it three times before folding it up and shoving it back in her pocket. The words keep running through her head though as she gets back in a taxi and goes home. I was just too scared to ever say anything, because I knew you didn't feel the same. She can't help but note the irony of how it sounds exactly like her, and why she hasn't told Chloe yet. Well, besides the Chicago thing, of course, but she's thinking about back in college. Damn, she thinks to herself. College was a long time ago…

When she gets home, she throws her coat off and flops on the couch, pulling her phone out to text that picture to Chloe. It doesn't exactly surprise her when she doesn't answer; she is at work. Grabbing the TV remote, she turns on Netflix and puts on 13 Reasons Why, although she knows she won't actually be watching it.

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"Titanium" playing through the speakers of Beca's phone startles her awake, and she glances at the time before answering it; 5:15. "Hello?"

"Hey, you never answered my text. Are you ok?"

She pulls her phone away from her ear and glances at the text, reading: Hey, what time is the party? "Sorry about that, I fell asleep."

"Oh." She laughs. "I'm not surprised, I guess." After a pause, she says, "Hey, wanna get some dinner before the party?"

"Uhh…"

"I'll make sure we go somewhere super remote. We'll go somewhere only old people go so you won't be recognized."

"Are you saying elderly people don't like me?" Beca mocks offense, trying not to laugh in the process as she stands up and walks into the kitchen.

"No, I'm saying old people don't know who you are."

"Ouch!" This time, she does laugh as she grabs a bottle of water from the fridge. "You're a cold woman, Chloe Beale."

"You love it though." Chloe teases on the other end, and Beca fails to hold back her small intake of air.

"Whatever." Small pause. "So, where are you taking me?"

"You'll see. Be ready in ten minutes, I'm on my way."

"Damn bossy. See you soon." She hangs up, sighs, then runs up to her room. She knows Efron will kill her if she wears jeans to a party, so she slides on her red skirt from the other day, a black sweater, and a black, white, and red scarf. She then goes into her master bathroom and puts on a light coat of makeup- just some mascara, eyeliner, and eyeshadow, just in case she gets bombarded by the paparazzi tonight- which is very likely. After adding knee-high black boots to the outfit, she goes back into the kitchen, playing Best Fiends until she hears a knock on the door.

"Come on in, Chloe!" She calls out, turning her phone off and shoving some more bird feed into the cage (she's been putting off shopping for more cages and food for both the turtles and the birds) and grabbing her wallet. When she sees her best friend in her peripheral vision, she immediately stops what she's doing to turn and look at her. Chloe's hair is curled, falling around her shoulders gracefully, and she's wearing a sleeveless, light blue, knee-high, fitted dress. She too has on a light coat of makeup, but Beca hardly notices that. Topping the outfit off is a pair of black heels and a leather jacket that hangs off one of her shoulders, and Beca doesn't even attempt to stop her mouth from falling open in shock as she stares. Chloe, of course, cracks a grin as she watches her best friend.

"Beca, you're drooling." She laughs, and Beca blinks before closing her mouth and looking up into Chloe's eyes.

"You look amazing." She blurts out, and Chloe's smile turns from one of amusement to true happiness.

"Thank you, Beca." Her eyes travel down the brunette's body, and she adds, "you look really good as well."

Beca shifts awkwardly, and they stare at each other for a minute before she finally clears her throat, breaking the tension. "So…"

"Shall we go?"

"Yeah." Chloe grabs her free hand, and together, they walk out of the building and into Chloe's car.

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Dinner goes by really fast and with- surprisingly- no problems of any sort. Back at Beca's house, the girls touch up their makeup before heading to Efron's party. "Are you sure you want to do this?" Beca asks Chloe for the umpteenth time, who just rolls her eyes and chuckles.

"For the last time, Beca, yes I want to do this." With another laugh, she adds, "It's Zac fucking Efron, of course I want to do this."

"Just making sure." She attempts the shrug nonchalantly. "Because the second you decide you don't want to be there, we're gone."

"How sweet."

Purely to defend her reputation- and not to give her secret away, of course- Beca says, "Nope. I don't want to go, and I want to be able to use you as an excuse for leaving early." She winks at the end, letting Chloe know it's a joke.

"Wow, bitch." Chloe whacks her arm jokingly, and Beca rolls her eyes. Right as she starts to respond, though, her phone goes off, playing "We're All in This Together" from High School Musical. "Oh my gosh, is that his ringtone?"

Beca nods, smirking at her best friend as she lets the phone ring a moment longer. "I did it solely to make fun of him."

"Are you going to answer it?" Chloe asks after laughing, and Beca shrugs before nodding.

"I probably should." The ginger nods at her, so she presses the accept button and puts it on speaker. "Hey Efron, Chloe's here. You're on speaker."

"Oh, hey Chloe." Beca stares at Chloe, waiting for a response, but all she does is squeal.

"That's a hi from her. She's fangirling right now." She snickers, and Chloe comes out of her daze and slaps Beca's shoulder. "Oww!"

"I heard that, nice one Chloe." Efron laughs on the other end.

"Thanks!"

"Anytime." He chuckles again. "I just called to let you know that I'm sending a limo to your house to pick you two up."

"Since when?"

"Since now. It should be there soon, actually." They hear Halston Sage call Efron's name on the other end, and he sighs. "I'll see you guys later."

"See ya." Beca hangs up and looks over at Chloe, who has an excited look on her face. "Dude, you've been in a limo before."

"I know, but not one from Zac Efron." She practically squeals for the second time tonight, and Beca slowly shakes her head, feigning disappointment.

"You're so weird."

"Thanks." She chuckles, but the sound is cut off by a loud honk outside. "Oh my gosh it's here."

"Calm down, Chloe. It's just a moving thing that's killing animals and the earth."

"Lighten up, Beca." Chloe rolls her eyes at her and practically drags her out of the house, grabbing both of their phones on the way. She literally hops down the steps of Beca's porch when she sees the bright white limousine sitting in front of her house, and she rushes over to get in. "Come on!"

"Dude, it's not like Zac Efron himself is in there." She rolls her eyes but obliges, crawling into the vehicle behind the redhead and closing the door behind her. Just to be safe, she glances around, letting out a soft sigh of relief when she sees that they're the only ones there (other than the driver, of course). "See? No famous celebrities are here apart from me."

"You don't count." Chloe shrugs, leaning back in her seat and closing her eyes.

"Asshole." She jokes, doing the same thing as Chloe and trying her hardest to simply enjoy the ride. She's grateful when Chloe doesn't answer- she's trying to take a moment and take everything in. She's going to a party, a party hosted by a celebrity, with Chloe Beale, her best friend/love of her life, most probably. She's actually very sure she'll never love anyone as much as she does Chloe: she broke down all of her walls without even having to try, and being around Chloe is like breathing to her; super easy and sometimes taken for granted, but absolutely necessary for survival. It's actually sort of crazy, she muses to herself. She swore that she'd never fall in love with anyone when she first started college all those years ago. And then Chloe barged in- quite literally- and ruined those plans. Then, of course, Jesse crawled his way into her heart too.

It's moments like this, though, that Beca can't help but wonder what would've happened if she'd have just told Chloe back in college that she loves her. Of course, it doesn't change anything now, but she still likes to entertain the thought every now and then.

"Beca." She whips her head around to look at Chloe, who has an amused smirk on her face. "Where'd you go there?"

"Just thinking." She sits up, noticing for the first time that the vehicle is parked. "Are we here already?" Chloe simply chuckles and opens the door on her side of the limo. Following suit, Beca gets out on her side, waiting until Chloe's standing next to her to make a move. Looking at her, she says, "Ready?"

"I'm more ready for this than I was Worlds."

"Oh my God." She facepalms, then they make their way inside. As soon as they enter the building, she hears her name being called. Turning, she sees Efron and Halston walking up to them, both sporting identical grins of happiness.

"Welcome, guys!" He gives Beca a fistbump, then gives Chloe a small hug, and Beca has to try hard not to laugh when Chloe practically freaks out at the contact.

To Halston, Beca says, "She's still not used to the whole 'being around famous people' thing."

To her immense relief, the blond actress just laughs. "Yeah, I can tell." With a smile, she adds, "It's been a long time, Beca. How are you?"

"That's a loaded answer, Sage." She laughs as well, glancing at Chloe and Efron out of the corner of her eye; they're engaged in some sort of passionate conversation, and it seems to Beca as if all of the redhead's nerves have suddenly vanished.

"So, not the greatest?"

Turning back to Halston, she chuckles. "I mean, not the worst, but hey, it's life, right?"

"Right." She gives her a small smile just as Chloe and Efron turn back to them.

"Beca, can I have a word?" Efron smiles at the brunette, who shrugs and follows him away from the other two women, who immediately fall into their own conversation.

"What's up?"

"Marry that woman as soon as you can." He blurts out, crossing his arms and looking down at her pointedly.

"What the hell?"

"I'm serious, Beca." They both glance over at them, and Beca can't help but smile as Chloe throws her head back, laughing at whatever it is Halston just said. "She's perfect for you."

"Yeah, I know." She sighs, turning back to look at the actor in front of her. "Did you ever see 'Trolls World Tour?'" He simply nods, so she continues. "Well, the song 'Perfect for Me' was about her. Well, for me, anyway."

"You should just tell her how you feel."

She narrows her eyes at him, allowing a scoff to cover her features. "Yeah, and potentially lose the best friend I've ever had? No thank you."

"If she's really that good of a friend, Beca, then she wouldn't leave you." He winks knowingly before walking away. Beca groans in frustration before making her way back to Chloe, who's standing alone in the kitchen, grabbing some food. Just as Beca starts walking to her, Chloe turns around, and they meet halfway in the hallway.

"Hey." Chloe giggles, glancing around. "Where's Efron? What did he want?"

"Nothing important." She steals a deviled egg off of Chloe's plate, who glares at her.

"Hmm."

"What?"

"I don't believe you." She leans over and sets the plate down on a random table, examining Beca closely. "Are you ok?"

"Yes, I'm fine." She gives her a weak smile, knowing instantly that the ginger doesn't buy it at all. "Really. I just don't like parties."

"I know." She smiles at her reassuringly. "But on the bright side, we won't be here too long, ok?"

Before Beca can respond, everyone around them starts chanting "KISS" at the top of their lungs. Looking around, she realizes that they're all staring at them, and her heart stops as she intakes a lungful of air. Slowly, she looks up, groaning when she sees the green mistletoe hanging above the two of them.

Chloe and Beca both look at each other at the same time, but their expressions couldn't be more different; Chloe looks amused, and Beca looks annoyed (but is actually petrified). "Beca…"

"No."

"It's tradition."

"I don't wanna." She lies through her teeth, but Chloe just laughs as everyone starts chanting louder.

"Please? We can't break Christmas tradition. I know how much you love Christmas. And come on, one small kiss isn't going to kill us, right?"

It's going to kill me, she thinks to herself. Out loud, she says, "Why are you doing this to me?"

"YAY!" Chloe practically squeals, and Beca flinches back. "It'll be just a short kiss to fulfill the tradition, I promise."

"I swear to God, Chloe Beale, if this kiss makes you suddenly fall in love with me-" She starts to threaten in an attempt to hide her nerves, but Chloe cuts her off.

"Beca, just shut the fuck up and kiss me already." But she doesn't give the young singer the chance before she lunges forward and connects their lips.

As Beca hesitantly kisses back, she realizes that all of those cringy, cliché things she's seen in movies and read about in books are all true. Kissing Chloe Beale is unlike anything she's ever experienced, even if it's just for some stupid tradition (that, of course, is the one thing she doesn't like about Christmas). But now, she decides, as the cheering fades away, she doesn't hate it so much. Despite it being just a small kiss, Beca can swear it feels like something more. Their lips move in perfect synchronization, almost as if they were meant to be together, meant for each other. She puts everything she can into this kiss without giving herself away, enjoying it while she can. She knows she should pull away, especially because she knows how badly it's going to hurt when they do break apart and Chloe makes some inevitable joke, but she can't bring herself to make the first move. All she can do is kiss her back and refrain from grabbing the back of her neck to deepen the kiss.

Way too soon for the young star's liking, Chloe pulls away, a goofy grin on her face as she says, "There. Tradition fulfilled."

"Yeah." Beca mutters, taking a step back and looking right past the redhead. Chloe, of course, notices, and immediately grabs both of her hands.

"Hey."

"What?" She grumbles, looking back at her.

"I'm sorry."

"For what?" She snorts, and Chloe gives her a slightly wounded look.

"I shouldn't have forced you to kiss me."

"Why did you?" She blurts out, and both women's eyes widen as they stare at each other.

"I don't know." She admits, letting go of Beca's hands and looking away.

"This…" She sighs, detesting herself for the words that she's about to say. "This doesn't mean anything, does it?"

"No." Chloe shakes her head, but still doesn't look up at her. "It meant nothing. It's just a tradition, Becs."

"Right." She shakes her head as well, taking a step back. "I'm going to go find Zac, let him know I'm going to head home. I trust you can get home on your own?" The older woman opens her mouth, as if she's going to say something, then seems to change her mind and opts for nodding. "Alright. I'll, uh, I'll talk to you later, then." With that, Beca turns and walks away, her mind whirling with a million different thoughts, ranging from I just kissed Chloe to why the hell did she kiss me like that? to why the fuck did I just walk away?

"Efron." She breathes out when she sees him, releasing the breath she wasn't aware she was holding. "I'm gonna go, I don't feel so good."

He looks her up and down before sighing, relenting with a small nod. "I'll send Chloe home after you."

"Thank you." She gives him a small hug, and he returns it briefly before pulling away to give her a small smile.

"Do you want my advice?"

"Sure."

"Talk to her. From over here, it didn't look like some Christmas tradition kiss on either side."

"I don't think I can." She sighs sadly, glancing over in her direction again, just to see she's gone. "I'm trusting you to get her home safe."

"I will, I swear."

"Thanks, dude."

"Anytime." She gives him one last, tiny smile before walking out of the house, climbing right into the limo without looking back. "Take me home." She orders softly, and the driver nods before pulling out of the enormous driveway. She pulls the note from earlier out of her pocket, using her phone as a light to read it again, and she can't help but wonder if her secret admirer is Chloe… and she doesn't know how to feel about it.

A/N: I know, unexpected ending! Again, I wasn't even planning for this to happen; the story started writing itself. Until tomorrow ;D