A/N: Maybe I felt just a liiiiiitle bit quilty about the cliffhanger... Personally I am so excited for this chapter! I was so happy while writing it :)

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Chapter 9

Dressed up got my heart messed up / you got yours / it's unfair that I still care / thinking it could be different / maybe we missed it / back and forth like a tug of war / I pretend that it's you when I close my eyes / it should've been us / should have been a fire / should have been a perfect storm / could have been a real thing / now we never know for sure / should have been us – Tori Kelly

"Mom is gone now for a while. I'm going to take a look." I can't help but let the worry overtake.

"Chlo-bear, your mom is fine. I'm sure it's just the neighbor. You know how long they can talk." My dad gives me a sharp look and I slump back in my seat.

After a while, the door finally opens and my mom steps in.

"Chlo, there is somebody for you." Mom pushes the door open to reveal-

Beca.

She's actually standing there.

In the doorway.

Beca raises her hand and waves awkwardly at you.

"Hi."

All you can do is stare at her, mouth agape. After a while you realize you kinda look like an idiot standing there.

"W-what are you doing here? I don't understand."

But Beca just smiles. "You said you were feeling alone. I'm here to keep you company."

Then I rush forward, tackling my arms around her neck and pull her body close to mine. I feel her hands wrap around my waist, holding me.

"Come in! When did you get here? How did you get here? Where is your stuff?"

"Calm down Beale!" Beca laughs as she shuts the door. "I took the first plane I could. I just arrived and my luggage is at the hotel."

"No way! You're staying here! Mom can she stay here?"

"Of course she can honey!" "Just leave your door open." Your dad adds.

You and Beca are both confused. What are they talking about?

"Oh, I'm so sorry, how rude!" Beca says. "I haven't introduced myself properly yet."

After the introductions, pulled me into a hug. "I'm so happy for you Chloe!"

"Mom, what is it?" I asked confused.

"What? It's really nice of Beca to surprise you. Why didn't you tell me you had a girlfriend?!" she slaps me on the arm.

Beca, who just had accepted her drink and took a sip, almost spilled it, but instead choked on it.

I rushed over to Beca and patted her on the back. "Are you alright?" I asked as I handed her a tissue.

"Yeah, I'm fine now. Thanks." She showed me a little smile.

"Is something wrong Chloe?" I heard my mom say in the background.

"No, everything is fine Mrs. Beale." Beca reassures her. "It's just- we, we are not together."

"Oh. My apologies dears." My mom gave me the I-talk-to-you-later-look.

xx

The night had fallen and we were done preparing for bed. Chloe convinced you to call off the hotel and stay at the Beale's residence instead.

You had met Chloe's brother a while later, after the awkward tension was soothed. After that, the three of you drove to the hotel to pick up your stuff. Unfortunately for Chloe, you and her little brother hit it off quite well. It definitely brought up some embarrassing childhood stories of Chloe. Chloe was complaining, but you knew that she didn't mean it. You could see it in twinkle in her eyes every time she made a complaint.

Because of the lack of bedrooms - only being three proper ones in the house, the rest is used as an office or some sort of stuff, and Chloe refusing to let you sleep in the basement – you eventually ended up right in the place where you are laying down right now. Chloe emerged from the bathroom and shut all the lights.

She settled next to you, keeping an appropriate space between you, which meant that she didn't want to sleep yet.

"Chloe, are you gay?"

You don't know where that came from, but you blurt it out before you had the chance to stop it.

"What?" You turn your head to look at her. Chloe did look surprised. "What made you think that?"

"I'm sorry, I- I just – Your mom mentioned something about you having a girlfriend."

"Well if it makes you feel better, I am. And I don't have one." Was it just you, or was there really sadness swimming around in those pools of blue?

"That's alright. It's just – how did you know? Like for sure?"

"Woah Becs, is everything okay? Whatever is on your mind, you can talk to me you know?" Chloe turns her body to you now, her arm now supporting her head so she can have a better look at you.

"I know. That's why I'm asking you. I could be asking Cynthia Rose, but I'm not. I'm asking you."

Chloe grabbed your hand and squeezed it lightly. "I didn't know for sure for a long time. I only knew that I was attracted to girls. I couldn't picture being together with boys. I always saw a girl by my side."

"Weren't you confused?"

"Not in the beginning, no. First I thought it was normal. After all, I was a little girl. I didn't know any better. But as I grew older, I started to realize I wasn't like most people. Girls at my age then, they wouldn't set their girl Barbie dolls on dates together. They wouldn't talk about having crushes on girls. One time, a girl asked me, on which boy in third grade I had a crush on. I answered with 'I have a crush on Melanie.' The girl looked weird at me and from that moment I knew I wasn't like the others. That's when the confusion started seeping in."

You squeeze Chloe's hand for support, silently stimulate her to go on.

"The denial came later, around high school. At parties, I used to make out with boys, sometimes even going as far as hooking up with them. When I look back, it's bullshit what I did. I was looking for the right guy, to 'turn me'. I never even had a boyfriend, if it didn't work with kissing or hooking up, then why would a relationship work? If it would really work, I would have been straight already. So after a while, I began accepting that changing such a big part of yourself isn't possible. Because no matter how hard you try, you will always fall back on that part. It's like your own rock, your base, your roots. And can't change that."

"When did your parents know?"

"I always was close to them. They noticed that I was off. So when one day, they asked, I just broke. And I told them everything."

"I'm so proud of you." To prove your point you squeeze her hand harder. Chloe smiles and it's warm. So you smile back.

"Wait." You say when you realized something. "What about Tom? My god, you were sleeping with him! Does he know?!"

"Sssh, Becs, he doesn't , not entirely. We made that deal when we were still in high school. I wanted to start fresh in college, but he came here too. I didn't dare to break it. The rule is to break it when I catch feelings for someone else so –" suddenly, Chloe clamps her mouth shut, not saying any other word. "Let's sleep." She squeaks, already snuggling up to you.

You mentally shrug as you wrap your arms around her. "I believe I can give you that hug you wanted." You whisper as Chloe is settling down. Chloe's response is a chuckle.

"Thanks for telling me this."

That's the last thing you say before you drift off and you press a kiss to Chloe's exposed shoulder.

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