Beca held onto Chloe for dear life. Closets weren't her favourite thing and angry mobs weren't too fun either. Protesters flipped furniture over and searched through cabinets outside. Chloe was frozen in fear. "Chlo, do you have your phone?" Beca whispered. Chloe searched her pockets. "Nope," She replied, suddenly aware at how close they were. The intruders got closer. "LEAVE BECA MITCHELL IN PEACE!" They chanted. "I'm going to be murdered by my own fans. Awesome," Beca stated sarcastically. "I'll protect you," Chloe said softly, winking. Beca felt the tingling in her chest. She couldn't compress the feelings Chloe gave her. Beca couldn't, wouldn't, hold back her feelings. "I've got to tell you something," Beca's voice shook. Chloe watched her intently. "I need to get something off my chest too," She confessed. Beca went first. "I still love you. I haven't stopped," She gushed. "I completely regret leaving you at that airport," Chloe blurted. Beca got lost in Chloe's bright blue eyes. She wished she didn't leave me. She still wants me with her. Chloe leaned into Beca, placing her lips on Beca's. The brunette deepened the kiss. They continued until they needed air, forgetting everything that was happening around them.
The closet doors were ripped open and light flooded in.
Protesters stared in disbelief. Chloe broke apart and turned, seeing a dozen or so people watching them. "Um... Hi?" They just watched. "Hey guys. I... I'm... I... Nice too meet you!" Beca faked enthusiasm. "You might want to know I'm not dead..." Beca stammered. "Hands up! Keep them where I can see them!" A police officer shouted. Beca's hands shot into the air. The trespassers were escorted out of the room. An officer approached the two. "I'm Beca Mitchell and this is Chloe Beale," Beca introduced. "We're taking you into custody for possible identity theft," The officer informed them, locking them in handcuffs.
"Great. Awesome," Beca said out loud. "Don't you just love a loyal fan base?" She asked no one in particular. She watched as the redhead paced in their cell. "Chill Chlo," Chloe looked at her with crazed eyes. "We're in jail for stealing your own identity and there's no one to bail us out and my apartment is trashed and we're stuck in a cell and I really need to pee!" Chloe gushed. Beca just watched her, a smirk appearing on her face. "Could my friend go to the bathroom?" She called out. A guard walked over with a chamber pot. "Um, can I go to the bathroom, like a real bathroom?" Chloe blushed. The guard simply rolled his eyes and lead her out the door.
A frazzled Stacie rushed through the station doors followed by an official looking Aubrey. "What happened?" Stacie asked, sticking her hand through the bars. Chloe told her the whole story as Beca watched Aubrey at the front desk.
"You're allowed to go," The guard opened the door. "Come back on Friday at 10 A.M." He informed them.
"What a day," Chloe exclaimed as they cleaned her apartment. The protesters had just knocked the big furniture down and smashed some dishes. "You guys had a pretty rough day," Stacie agreed. Beca sat on one ad the armchairs, waving her hand in front of her face. "You okay Becs?" Chloe asked, concerned. "Sure," Beca replied rubbing her head. She had a killer headache and her vision was blurry. The adrenaline from earlier had worn off. "Are you sure?" Stacie asked. "I'm fine," She reassured. She stood, stumbling towards her bed. Aubrey lent her a hand. "I'm fine," She insisted. Beca sat on her bed, ignoring the worried looks. Chloe looked at her uncertainly. Beca fell back onto her bed. Beca jolted back up. "Wha 'appended?" She wondered. "Chlo, what did the doctor say? Does she have a concussion?" Aubrey asked. "Yeah." Chloe responded. "How you feeling Beca?" Aubrey wondered. "Headache, I can't see well," Beca admitted. "Get some rest," Aubrey instructed. Beca gladly dozed off, hearing the girls whispering about her.
Stacie and Aubrey were long gone. Aubrey stated that those were normal for people with concussions so they went home. Despite Aubrey reassuring her countless times Chloe was still worried. She gazed at the tiny brunette, curled into a ball. So it was slightly creepy that she watched Beca sleep but it wasn't the first time. Beca just looked so peaceful. A memory popped into Chloe's mind. Beca's kiss in the closet. "So Becs, would you say you still miss me? I really like you still. I love you. Do you love me back?" She asked the sleeping girl. Chloe sighed, climbing under her covers.
A figure stood in the middle of a crowded floor. Chloe crept closer to the figure, wanting to see the face. Just as she got close enough she was cut off by massive bodies. "Hold up there. No going past this point," The bodies told her. "Let her in," a voice instructed. The bodies moved aside, revealing a small brunette in a purple plaid shirt and skinny jeans. The girl took her hand, pulling her away from the crowds. They suddenly arrived in a meadow. The girl pulled her in for a passionate kiss. Everything was right. This was how it was supposed to go. Chloe felt content at last. They were meant for each other.
Chloe's dream was cut short by terrified screams.