Chloe climbed into bed, cuddling with Beca's sleeping form. "I'm sorry. I love you," She whispered, drifting off to the land of dreams.
A middle aged man unlocked his front door, a navy blue Honda Accord sitting in the driveway. He walked into his living room, settling into an armchair. "How was work?" A smile spread across his face. "I didn't expect you to be up," He replied. "Of course I'm up. Can't sleep without you." A middle aged woman answered with a small smile. They headed up the stairs, hand in hand.
"Guess who I picked up today?" The man grinned, snuggling under the covers. "I picked up Beca Mitchell's girlfriend." "BECA MITCHELL?" The woman exclaimed, turning to face her husband. "Right outside Madness." "Madness?" The woman wondered. "The karaoke bar that replaced Sal's." His smile faltered a bit. "It seemed like she cheated on Beca though." The woman gasped. "She seemed really sad about it." "So what did you say?" "I told her what I did. It seemed to work for us," He responded with a wink. "Aww. You're such a cheesy romantic Nate," The lady giggled. "No wonder we got married."
The smell of pancakes wafted into the bedroom. Chloe smiled to herself. After getting ready, she made her way out to the kitchen. Beca hummed to herself at the stove, dancing as she flipped the pancakes. Beca turned, putting down pan. She froze for a second at Chloe's amused look. "Like what you see Red?" She smirked. Her girlfriend is soooo hot. Chloe grinned back. "I made you breakfast." Beca motioned to the stack of pancakes. She placed a plate in front of Chloe. The syrup made a happy face. Beca's so adorable.
Halfway through breakfast, Chloe remembered last night. "What's wrong?" Chloe's face dropped into a frown. "Becs I need to tell you something." "Okay..." Chloe gulped. "After you left yesterday, umm... Grace sorta kissed me. I didn't kiss back. But she kissed me," Chloe gushed. "Please don't be mad." Beca turned pale. "Say something Bec," Chloe pleaded. "We'll talk later. Go to work," Beca strode out of the room. Chloe groaned. Beca was really mad. Normal mad, she would burst. This was different. This was bad.
Beca curled into a ball on the couch. Chloe was at work and Beca was alone. Chloe kissed another girl. Beca loved Red. She thought Chloe loved her back. She wanted to go pack her bags but she couldn't bring herself to do it. So she just lay there.
The cameras wouldn't stop clicking. The living room blinds were open and the paparazzi were going crazy. She didn't have time for this. The DJ closed the curtains, walking to the kitchen.
The kitchen curtains wouldn't budge. The flashes from the cameras were giving her a headache. The fabric was bundled at the top of the curtain. She tried reaching for it, coming up at least six inches short. How does Chloe even reach this?
"So Chloe had kissed Grace. But Grace started it. And Chloe didn't kiss back. If Chloe didn't kiss back, then she didn't actually want it. Right? So I have nothing to worry about. Chloe would never hurt me," Beca said out loud to herself. "Chloe still loves me."
She pulled up a chair, trying to dislodge the curtain. Her headache was getting worse. The flashes wouldn't stop. And the stupid curtain wouldn't move. Beca yanked on the fabric, closing her eyes for a second.
It all happened in slow motion. There was nothing underneath her. The floor was coming fast. Before she hit the floor, the pounding headache became a billion times worse. Then there was darkness.
Chloe had an hour to make everything right. A bouquet of flowers and a tiny black box in tow, she sped across the city. They were meant to be together. Chloe just had to show Beca.
"Becs?" She called, unlocking the door. "I need to ask you something." No reply. "Becs? Where are you?" She searched around the apartment. "Becs? You okay?" She made her way to the kitchen. "Oh my God."