That song Open Season at the beginning here is by High Highs. It's also that song used in the first movie during the spring scene. Sad as fuck, but good.
I'm sorry if it seems a little off in places. I honestly have the strangest mood swings that I can't help. Sometimes it affect the way I write, sometimes not. I always try to go over the piece, but a lot of things still slide.
Sorry this update is so late. Don't have any good excuses. :):
"Our House?" Beca muttered to herself while jotting it down on the paper. "No, no. The cover... Phantom Planet." All the songs she had picked for Chloe's list so far had been of her favorites. "Drive... Gemin- how do you spell it again?" She thought a moment before writing "Gemineyes." There was really no genre she had been focusing on, but she loved them all so much, she mixed all of them into one list. There were from song on the radio, "In The Night, my man The Weeknd," to ones that had never been heard of. "Evan George Holland... long ass name geez... Dream Car." Beca was determined to make it the best it could be. She took a look at the scrawny handwriting. "Oh, Open Season too," the engrossed girl whispered.
It was midday on Sunday. Outside was dead cold, no snow, but windy. Beca looked up at the trees through the slightly dirty window. The air blew the treetops viciously. As the branches jerked, she thought about all the angles a person could look at it; a little to the left, a little to the right, the complete opposite side, from the top, from underneath. "Cigarette Daydreams, Cage the Elephant," she wrote.
A knock came from the entrance door.
"Come in, there's no lock." Chloe's red hair popped in the room, a huge white smile on. "Hey, you. I thought you were coming later?"
Her face turned the color of her hair a bit. "Oh, I was just dying to see you," she said sarcastically, but in reality, it was the truth. The younger woman flipped her hair and held out her hand, palm up next to her shoulder as if to say, "of course!" Chloe playfully rolled her eyes, "Narcissus always dies in the end, you know."
The girl on the floor stood up and shrugged, "I'm not done your list, but it's coming along."
She walked over to Beca excited. "Can I see yet? I wanna see how many I already know."
"Uh, maybe when it's done?" Chloe pouted. "Damn it, Beale. Fine," the brunette laughed, giving the paper to her friend.
The redhead looked... perfect when she studied the handwriting. Perfect. It was a new feeling to Beca Mitchell. "I love Escape, but the cover by Jack Johnson is better in my opinion."
"I guess you'll have to show it to me." Beca watched her examine some more. Chloe really was something beyond the rainbow. In a flash, her stomach flipped at the realization what was happening. "'Scuse me to the bathroom real quick." This was happening more and more often, she would forget herself and get carried away, but suddenly remember and get sick. In the tiny restroom she disinfected all around the toilet and her hands.
The noise most have been too noticeable because Chloe's flawless voice came from the other side. "Bec, are you sick? Let me help you clean up."
"Cat vomit is less disgusting than human vomit. Please, I'm really gross right now and I have to get ready in a few hours."
"You don't plan on going to work like that, do you?" After a moment of silence from Beca, the veterinarian continued, "Which job is it? I swear, if it's two tonight, I won't let you go."
Beca rolled her eyes. "Okay, Mom. But no, it's only with Fran. The piano one." She thought what could get Chloe to allow her exit. "It's only four hours, no biggie. Actually, three because there's some other guy that's friends with my boss who wanted to play."
The musician opened the door to reveal a thick odor of disinfectant wipes. "Is three hours a lot to lose? I mean, that's probably... what, thirty bucks?"
Long fingers clenched into palms. "And those thirty bucks could keep me from starving a day. These jobs are what are feeding me, housing me, and paying for other bullshit things like that fucking cold water." The younger woman's brows made a small furrow.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have mentioned it," Chloe apologized. "Aubrey and I are pretty stable. If you ever need an informal loan, you can always come to me." The offer was very generous, but Beca couldn't imagine the shame of having to borrow money.
"Thanks, but I won't," she walked over to the kitchen space. A grin appeared on her face, "I really hope you aren't a germaphobe 'cause I don't have cups but I really need a drink." The redhead's expression changed to being confused about what was about to happen. Before she could stop the brunette, Beca was drinking out of the sink.
"What the hell?! You could get sick. No wait, you're already sick. You could get sicker!" The girl in front of her wiped her face laughing. "It's not funny, Becs. You could have to go to the hospital. How long have you been doing that?"
"I've done this since forever, I'll be fine," she laughed. "I can't think of a time I've gotten sick from water... well only once, but that one shouldn't count."
"Beca!"
"You're paranoid," the brunette snickered.
Chloe laughed along but pulled Beca in for a quick tight hug. "Just worried," she let go as she felt the girl stiffen beneath her grip. "You good?" the redhead smiled into a giggle.
"Yeah, I just..." Beca ponder for a moment. "You smell good," she cringed at her own choice of vocabulary. "I mean, like when you hugged me. What if you just smell normal and I just smell bad? Oh, god... Should I clean up? No wait, I showered this morning. You just smell good is all. God, I cringe so fucking bad at myself." She scrunched up her nose and put her hands through her hair. "Please shut me up now."
"You're so cute," Chloe laughed. Beca pouted in protest. "It's undeniable and the more you say you're not, the more you are." She reached out and took a piece of brown hair in her hand, beginning to twiddle it in her fingers.
Beca mirrored, taking a pice of the fiery red hair in her own hands. "God, after all this trouble of making an entire playlist for you, this is how you treat me," she smiled, but didn't look aways from the hair.
Chloe lightly shoved her friend. "Clean my balls while you're at it," she winked.
The brunette lifted an eyebrow, made a suspicios face, then replied, "How much do you offer?" Though she hated her past, Beca always made an effort to turn that entire part of her life into a joke. Whether the other person knew or not.
"Sixty buck sound good?"
A big "ha" cane out of the tiny body. "Cheap. I'm pretty good, so it would be worth more than that."
Chloe's face redden a bit. "Kinky, but let's test you."
Beca made contorted expression. "This is actually sounding like the intro to a porno."
"Mh..." the redhead thought aloud. "To be honest, I wouldn't mind." She laughed uncontrollably when her friend's mouth fell open and her skin went pale.
"Good to know," Beca croaked. "I'll just go write that on a post-it right now and... maybe I'll put it on my bedroom door for self confidence every morning. Extra boost is always helpful."
Chloe laughed a little more before winking. "Oh, you won't need a sticky. I'll be there right up next to you the next morning, don't your worry," she teased. Beca rolled her eyes as her stomach rumbled once more.
"I know you wish," she smirked.
Chloe's expression became curious. "Would you ever though? Have sex with a stranger for money I mean."
Beca didn't know what to say. She could say yes and seem like a whore. She could say no and feel bad for lying. Or a choice which was very unlikely, say that she has in the past. Instead, she avoided. "Would you? But you can't say like, only if he's cute though."
"She," Chloe corrected.
Bewildered, Beca blinked. "Come again?"
"She," the redhead cleared her throat. "I'm into girls."
The tiny brunette just looked out her window and muttered a, "Huh. I hadn't been expecting that." Rushes of anger at her mother came by. She put her hands behind her back to hide her clenching hands. Her teeth grinded as her brow furrowed. "My mom left my dad to become lesbian. Cheating."
Chloe puckered her lips, sensing the negative vibe. "Are you and him okay though? I mean, that must have been tough."
Again, Beca was stuck not knowing how to reply. Say yes, feel terrible for lying. Say no, get into an unnecessary deep conversation that wasn't well prepared. Avoid seemed to be easiest. "Eh," she shrugged, not giving a solid answer. "But would you do that... thing?"
They were now dancing around Beca's secrets, touchy subjects, and personal thoughts. "What kind of situation would I be in?"
Why not? "Um, you can't go home to your parents, stuck in the city. It's really cold out. The only other way to get money, or a meal for that matter, is to beg, but who wants to give to a beggar? Not many people for sure," she thought about her situation some more. "And you're too embarrassed at you've become to go to a homeless shelter because you used to be a rather intelligent person." She literally just indirectly told Chloe some of the things that were most eating at her.
Chloe put a hand on Beca's forearm. "Yes! Of course! That's a really shitty situation. How'd you come up with that so quick?" Chloe knew something, the brunette could feel. Damnit.
"Hey Chlo?" Her voice wavered a tremble.
"Yeah?"
"Did you walk past me one night when I was playing at a corner?" Her voice cracked, scared that she actually said that out loud. "You know. The A Team. A Thursday night. A couple nights before I moved here."
The familiar fiery haired woman stiffened, remembering the night. She gulped, "Yes."
"You saw I was suffering right?" Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit. It was all just blubbering out of her mouth.
"Yeah." The room felt uncomfortably silent.
"Why couldn't you give a hand?" Beca's insides were acidic. "Or did you just not want to?"
Before Chloe could answer, Beca was over the toilet again.
Damn it, this was super late and kind of short. I've been getting a good idea about what to write up next. I should really focus on this, but I've needed to write down the other idea so won't forget. To be honest, that one is looking a lot better than this one.