So I started this notebook where I write down everything I think about and it's kind of scary to be honest. Like, I wonder if I'm insane for wanting to fill hundreds pages with random thoughts. It probably is just weird, not insane. Also, what I've noticed from this is that I seriously need to work on my vocabulary, haha.

Finally, it was the day Chloe would return from Tampa. A part of Beca missed the redhead's presence. Another part wanted to melt into the floor and fall asleep. Ah, just sink back and allow everything to be the way it wants. After pretty much blowing her off the night she found Stacie and implying that she had a phone to text with, but never did, she felt rude. For sure it was pissy. For sure she was being a bit self centered. To fix all this, Beca invited Chloe to eat a meal that she would make. From the past three weeks of working her ass off, she implored herself to set aside money to hand make the food.

At five thirty on an off day she was given by Marty's, Beca had paninis and salads made for the two of them to build friendship over. Hopefully, Chloe wouldn't be upset about being treated so poorly. Beca only prayed.

Knock knock.

"Who's there?" Beca joked again on the inside of the door.

A soft, light voice came from the other side. "Police."

"Police who?" She hadn't heard this one before.

"Police let me in," Chloe smiled as her neighbor opened up.

"Ah," Beca laughed. "I see you've made all my dreams come true. You may be the only person I'll ever want to hang out with ever again." Chloe stepped in and looked away to hide the deep red blush creeping up her neck.

"Oh yes. I'm the girl every fourteen year old boy masturbates to."

Before Beca could think she said, "Well I've got one thing in common with them." For a moment she laughed, but then realized what she had just said. "Sorry... That just- it... it fell out? I'm sorry." She shook her head, embarrassed. "I don't do that."

The older girl simply smirked. "What did you make? Ooh, salad... and paninis. Thank you so much, this smells great!"

Beca began playing with her long callused fingers. "Nah, don't thank me. It's an apology for blowing you off for Stacie. It was kind of bitchy. And not texting you. I don't have a phone yet," the brunette explained. "I'll definitely hit you up though once I do."

"Yeah, I was wondering about that. I thought you didn't really like me, but I'm guessing now... well since you lady jam to me..." she sighed, loving to tease.

Beca's face became quite heated. "You won't let that go anytime soon, will you?"

"Mh," Chloe hummed, pretending to contemplate on the idea. "Nope!" She popped exclusively to "p" whilst grinning brightly. They sat down casually on the countertop, hence the lack of chairs. "So how's juggling three jobs going for you?"'

The brunette finished swallowing a bite before shrugging. "It's not that bad actually. I legit don't have any other responsibilities like strong friendships or pets or the need for eight hours of sleep each night." Before Chloe could respond, she caught herself. "I mean, I value our friendship, but well... I'm a busy person, you know?"

Chloe looked down at her sandwich and wondered if Beca would ever open up to being an average level of social. "Is that why Bree said you don't drink outside of bars?"

Beca nodded. She didn't party anymore. She vowed herself not to. "What really is the point in making connections with people? It's impossible to like every aspect of a person. I think that everyone hates at least one thing about every person. I can't help it, you can't help it. No one can," she put some more Valentina on a bite she was about to take. "Like, I don't know what I hate about you yet, but even if I find it on the last day I live, that still counts."

The redhead pondered on the concept. "What about your soulmate? Are they not good enough?" She looked into the deep ocean blue eyes, thought they didn't look back.

"No," Beca simply stated. "Every living thing is selfish. In their own mind, everyone is their own protagonist. Some may show it more than others, some may have that trait in their subconcious." She finally looked at her guest's face with a distant appearance. "I wish..." She was about to say that she wished she could love another person, just to feel something great again, but she couldn't form the right words.

The light flickered above them, the sound of cars passing in the streets below, a chill through the room made its way through. "I can tell you do a lot of thinking."

"Did. Three years with nothing to do but watch people walk by and ignore your pleading expressions can do a thing or two to people." The words were out before her brain could catch up. She laughed it off, "Pulling a Oliver Twist, 'Sir, sir, may I please have some more soup?'" She held out her hands into a bowl and made a face.

Chloe smiled at the attempt to change the subject. She whispered, but made sure Beca couldn't hear, "I don't think I'll find your flaw for a while."

"So do you work as?" Beca questioned, desperate for the older girl to forget.

"A vet. And holy shit, all these animals..." she put her hands to her heart. "They're so damn cute, it just makes me want to scream!"

"Even if some of them are half dead?"

The vet made a pained expression. "Wow. Way to ruin the moment. I love them so much, and they love me."

Beca thought a moment. They don't love you, they love what you do for them. She thought back on all the times she was complimented on her body, but never for who she was. They liked what I did for them, not me. The brunette was about to voice her thoughts, but instead came, "That's great you love your job."

"You have a guitar right?" Chloe thought about asking about all the dots that connected her to being homeless. Beca only nodded a nervous response. "Could you play? You like playing right?"

"Yeah, I love it. Lemme just go grab it," she walked away to her room and grabbed the instrument by the neck. Her suspicions grew stronger, Does she know? When she got back into the tiny kitchen she sat opposite Chloe on the counter. "What would you like to hear?"

Chloe thought about asking for The A Team by Ed Sheeran again, so she could be positive it was the same person, but decided it would be best not to push it. "How about The Middle by Jimmy Eats World?"

"Dude," Beca looked unimpressed. "Pick something harder."

Chloe furrowed a brow. "Under The Bridge by Red Hot Chili Peppers."

The stormy eyes twinkled becoming a bit glassy. Her extended fingers danced along the neck, not playing yet. The redhead wondered what was going on, no music was playing yet, but then it occurred to her that Beca was calculating out what notes were the correct ones on the spot.

Her left hand plucked the strings professionally. Everything about her fingers were moved in pureness. As the singing part came, Beca took in a deep breath, making Chloe expect to find out then and there if this was truly the same voice. Instead, she plucked more stings in accordance to that section of the song. Her feet tapped against the wooden wall, imitating the drums. The oven next to her feet became the hi-hat. The redhead was astounded by the talent.

Once she finished the entire song, the redhead sat back. "Woah. You seriously have some- no. You have a lot of talent. How do you do it?" Chloe couldn't help but gawk at what she had just heard.

"Thanks, I guess," Beca smiled weakly. "Have you ever heard Jimmy Page though? His improvisations are my shit. I think if I had a playlist it'd be all... Oh, and Shawn Lane? You ever heard him? Holy guacamole. Some of these guys are geniuses." She continued on as Chloe watched the younger woman go on with a brightness in her eyes that was unexplainable. It was like she was watching the the ocean and the sun mix. It was fascinating, but she wished this girl, this amazingly beautiful girl would see that it would be okay to look at a person the way she looked at her guitar. Chloe knew the thought of that freaked Beca out, but she couldn't help but want to spend time with her, laugh with her, eat with her, hold her in her arms and tell her that everything was going to be alright.

"I'll be sure to look into it, Bec." Chloe was falling for Beca, Beca for music, music was just as is, waiting to be discovered more and more. "You should give me a list of songs that I should listen to."

"Damn, that's a great idea. I'll start onto it tonight," she smiled sincerely. "I'm not just a rock fan, though. I'm obsessive about rap, pop, most indies, country, classical, r&b, reggae, electronic, instrumentals, and definitely hip hop. Orchestra and Techno and maybe some ska is cool too. Oh, and Mexican corridos. Not the newer ones so much, but the older ones are easily some of my favorites." She stopped to take a breath and listen to Chloe's chuckling laugh. It was like music to her ears, just perfect. "I'll start on that playlist thought as soon as I can." They stood up and went to the door. "This is exciting, I'll admit."

Chloe went right in and hugged Beca. "Stop by tomorrow after your work?"

The brunette was so wrapped up in what songs to choose first, she didn't register that Chloe had hugged her. "Yeah, bye."

As the redhead walked out the door, Beca noticed what just took place. What the fuck, I let her touch me? Ugh, hug even. She shook her head and started on the first few songs.

Shawn Lane is a great guitarist. This is definitely one of my favorites. I'd link it if I could or knew how to, but eh watch?v=9Jit_KXxhX4 Also, I was just going through some ska and this is officially one of my favorite songs, Firma ilegal by Dubioza Kolektiv. I have no idea what it says or even what language, but it is pretty damn cool. Literally anything by that band I've fallen in love with.

Thanks for the reads! :))