The guest who said Aubrey's flirty: Haha, I don't think I meant it like that. My friends and I act like that together, but we don't smash at sleepovers. Sorry if that came off wrong, this isn't Mitchsen.
Thank you so much for the other reviews and junk, I really didn't think anyone would.
After the one unknown person audience concert, Chloe had come to the realization that she had seen Beca somewhere. She couldn't quite put her finger on where, but she most definitely had a memory of her. At first she thought she had seen her in the supermarket maybe? No, though. Her voice was too recognizable. It was somewhere where she had sung. A sad song. Maybe in a dream? Maybe she was just going insane? Maybe, maybe...
It had been a couple days since her visit at Beca's, but still there was no text message from an unknown number. Constantly checking her phone to find no new messages, Chloe began to worry if she scared the girl. But she had agreed to meet her and Bree at Marty's, so she couldn't have been too bad. Right? The moment she heard her neighbor sing the beatifully sad song she searched for the lyrics everywhere until she finally found the song. Right Before My Eyes by Cage the Elephant. She had it on repeat after buying it on iTunes, occasionally playing some other similar music by the same band. Though she had never heard of them, after the second song she listened to by them, she was in instant love. Beca had a really good taste in music, she had concluded.
Wanting to hear an acoustic version the way she had first heard it, there was nothing anywhere on the internet that she could find that played it as uniquely as Beca. She longed to hear it again, ask her what was up, get her to open up to her and help her through her struggles, but the brunette was obviously skittish. She wondered how the so very affirmative Aubrey Posen interacted so well with the anxious Beca... Chloe hadn't even known her last name, but was somehow the small girl filled her head with questions. At work even. There was a puppy name Becky and she couldn't help but laugh at the coincidence. This tiny, cute puppy and this tiny, cute human. It was definitely a strange thought, but a thought nevertheless.
"Hey, Bree. How was work?" Chloe asked when her best friend walked through their door.
"Fine, that guy I hate, Jeremy," Aubrey shuttered at his name, putting up her hands as if to choke someone. "Was absolutely obnoxious. I just wanna... Aghhhh!" She shook her invinsible person her was choking.
"Jeez," she laughed. "What'd he do this time?"
"Okay. So," she took in a large breath and began an extreme rant about something that he moved all of her papers to the next empty cubicle over as prank. Even though she could have said the story in a sentence, she had to make a point by enlongating the rant by ten minutes. Ten entire minutes of non-stop hatred for this guy. Chloe knew that that's what six years of college could do to a person.
Once Aubrey was done, she changed the subject away from work. "I invited Beca to come with us tonight to Marty's."
"Great! Usual get there nine thirty, have some real fun around eleven?" She exaggeratedly winked.
"Well, actually she works there so I told her she should come at ten, because her shift ends at nine," she saw the blonde's odd look. "Is that alright?"
"When we were talking she told me she had two jobs, which is kind of normal, but she never said anything about being a bartender."
"She said she just got the job too..." Chloe saw Aubrey's point. "Do you think she has three jobs?"
While putting down her work bag and keys, she bit her lip with a pondering expression. "That's a lot."
"Actually, her house was really cold and she didn't have like, any furniture. Then didn't have any plates or anything in her kitchen, but you said that she said she wasn't done packing, but she still didn't have any when I went..."
"You went to her house?" Chloe hesititanly nodded. Her best friend for twelve years saw the guilty look that was trying to be hidden. "Oh, god. What did you do?"
"I might've, uh..."
"What?" Aubrey spat.
"I sort of hugged her from be-"
"What the fuck, Chlo? You barely know her! Hell, I barely know her! She probably really uncomfortable, she was weird when I told her she would look hot with make-up. Not that she's ugly, not at all, but... you understand!"
"Ugh, I know, I know, but she smelled really good!"
"That's creepy. Please stop," she laughed, half mad, half amused.
Ten o'clock was right aroubd the corner and the girls were still trying on clothes. More like Chloe, but Aubrey was picking out her shoes. Finally she settled on a light pink shortsleeve, even though it was cold it was still cute, some high waisted jeans, and her favorite Nike Juvenate whites. With a final look in the mirror she "Hm"-ed herself satisfaction.
"Damn, bitch, my bes' fren' lookin' hot!" Aubrey laughed in a silly accent. "Why short sleeve though? It's fucking freezing out."
"Beauty is pain," she breathed, doing a twirl, but having to be caught by Aubrey because she was too close to falling over.
"Jeez, it's like you're drunk without even a swig," she joked.
When they got to their destination Beca was no where to be seen. Without a number to text or call, Chloe had no idea what to do, but wait. Finally, after some long five minutes they spotted her entering. "Hey, Mitchell!" Aubrey saw her first.
She approach in dark skinny jeans and a plainest white shirt. In Chloe's opinion, not many people could fit the style, but the short girl in front of her made her gawk. "Fresh, Beca."
"Dude! I legit got these clothes at Walmart, once I get good with work you can see... the 'real' me, I guess you could say?" She snickered at her wording. Beca was definitely more relaxed than the last time they met. Perhaps not comfortable, but not awkward and stuttering.
"Yeah," the blonde's voice cut into her thoughts. "You kinda look like you just went through a super emo phase, then realized are your clothes were dark and sketchy and now don't have anythibg else to wear."
They all laughed while getting bottles. "Actually, I did go through an emo as fuck phase. I was all like 'I'm so mad at everything, arggggh!' but I was twelve so I was just dumb." The best friends laugh, but come to a stop when they saw that Beca wasn't laughing. It was funny, but the shortest of them only smirked like it was a knock-knock joke that was somewhat clever.
"Bree!" Chloe decided to steer the conversation for a bit. "You had a super weird phase too! Remember when you had this tiny time where you thought that murder was okay?"
"Oh, god..." Aubrey wheezed in a giggle.
Beca looked confused. "I thought you- aren't you an attorney or something?" She nodded and looked away with a shameful giggle.
"It's not that I was gonna do it!"
"Right, but you said that it would be beneficial to the over-population problem. Then I aked you about their family and friends and you were like, 'oh yeah..." after probably a couple weeks or something." Beca's smirk returned.
"God, Aubrey!" she teased. "You're so sadistic! Killing people would help the world." She playfully scoffed at the last sentence, making the tallest woman feel sort of like a jerk.
"I know, I know. Thank Chlo, or there would probably be a few crimes under my name."
Beca's smirk.
Chloe had practically fallen in love with her new friend's small smiles. She made it a goal to by the ebd of the night make the girl laugh a genuine laugh. The way the left side of her face barely twisted up, her lower lip forced up to keep from her teeth showing, and the way her eyes slightly squinted was just overwhelmed Chloe with an emotion that she couldn't quite put her finger on, but it was easily somethig good. When Beca looked down at her glass with that same grin, except with a wide open mouth, she couldn't help it to smile herself.
It was around eleven and they all seemed drunk enough to say hi to the guys that were checking them out. "Hey Beca," Aubrey semi-whispered. "I think that guy over there likes what he sees."
"Eh." She didn't even look in his direction.
"He's cute, see?" Chloe only watched, not really wanting the brunette to leave their little triangle.
"I don't do guys." Beca's abrupt response was unexpected. For a moment Chloe thought Beca was suddenly extra cute, but then she added, "I don't do girls either." Another pause of thoughts. "I don't do anyone actually." Then she took a huge gulp of beer. She looked at the other two who had confused faces. Out of nowhere, her eyebrow arched and a mischievous grin fell. "Not for free anyway."
That broke the silence into a fit of laughter, but Aubrey calmed herself and asked, "What do you mean?"
"Eh," Beca's expression fell again to a more serious way. "I just... don't feel toward anyone." This sobered Chloe up pretty quick.
"I'm feeling a litt...le weird," she made an excuse. "I know it's kinda early, but could we?"
No one really talk in the cab back. Aubrey could tell Chloe had something up, but was too drunk to know exactly what it was. "Hey, Chlo," she leaned in to whisper in Chloe's ear. "You good?"
"Yeah," she lied. "Just my stomach, you know?" She looked back to the smaller girl who was too busy looking out the winow to notice the conversation without her. Lookibg down at the girl's hand that was propping her up so she could see better outside, she thought about how it would be to be able to touch her hand right then and it wouldn't be weird. She thought to herself, She said she doesn't feel toward anyone, so it wouldn't be a problem, right? Just as she slowly was reaching out to touch it, the cab stopped. And it was like it never happened. They paid their driver and stumbled in. Maybe the alcohol was having a strange late reaction or something, so Chloe had a sudden rush of confidence. "Hey, Bree, why don't you go sober up. I'll be there in a sec."
As a slightly drunk blonde continued on the same floor toward the shared apartment, Beca started to make her way up the stairs, but Chloe caught her by the arm. "Hm?" the girl on the stairs stepped down a step to be somewhat close to eyelevel with the redhead.
Chloe's mind stammered in her own head, which she knew was completely stupid, but looking at the broken yet flawless girl infront of her, her inside couldn't help to turn to all her sudden confidence, she tried to play it out cool. "I know it's, er, really cold in your room..." Beca stood there, face emotionless. "Do you, I don't know..." the brunette finally moved. It was only a raise of an eyebrow, but it was an emotion. "Do you wanna an extra blanket?" She finally spit out, feeling silly for being nervous to say such a normal thing.
"Actually, that would be great!" Beca smile, actually fucking smiled...
"Okay, well we got some Dora, some Mickey Mouse, some Blue's Clues blankets," Chloe found herself joking. But in truth, they did have all those blankets. "Your pick."
"Seriously?" she left out an almost-laugh. Almost.
"Mhm," she fell in love with joking with her neighbor. Then, it was clear.
"Well... I used to think that Dora was my main bitch, but to be honest," she made an exaggerated drumroll against the railing. "Blue's Clues has always been my shit, so eat my ass, Dora." She flipped off an imaginary no one. They walked side by side to the older girl's apartment, got the blanket and said a friendly "goodnight"s and "thanks so much for hanging out with"s. Chloe completely forgot to ask her about texting her, but she was to busy fantasizing about what their friendship could become before falling asleep.
Was kind of hard to write this. Honestly, I don't know how some people write 150k long fics. I have so many ideas, but not the patience or time to actually write it out, ughhh. Thanks so the views like always! (and, please, do tell if having Chloe's point if view is a good idea or not!)