"You know the High Highs?" Beca hummed, trying to push the little part of her that was screaming of embarrassment to the back of her mind. Because Beca Mitchell does not sing in public, and Beca Mitchell does not sing for other people. Hell, if you even got a light humming from her, you're some kind of special.

But Chloe nodded enthusiastically. "That was Open Season right?" she asked, bouncing in her crouched position a few times before standing up and stretching. "I've got that one on my phone. It's just a nice thing to listen to on occasion." she hummed, sitting back down in her seat. Then she frowned, her eyebrows crinkled together and her lips were pressed. "Speaking of phones," she muttered, beginning to look through her purse. Finding what she was looking for, Chloe fished out her phone with a small "Ah-ha!" before placing it on the table before Beca. "I still need your number."

Beca stared at her phone for a few seconds, before jumping slightly and springing into action. She grabbed her phone from her jean pocket and unlocked it, before sliding it over to Chloe, in turn taking redhead's phone gingerly into her hands. She opened it and navigated her way over to her contact list, before proceeding to put in her information. She hesitated when she got to ''contact name'' however, not wanting to put in something stupid. So she went for simple, calling herself Becs before handing Chloe back her phone.

The ginger took it, and in turn handed Beca back her phone with a small smile. The brunette quirked an eyebrow and checked her contacts, seeing Chloe had registered herself as Chlo-Bear followed by a heart emoji. "Uh, Chlo?" Beca hummed, looking up at her friend.

"Yeah?"

Beca opened her mouth to continue, but instead shook her head. "Nothing." She turned her phone off and slipped into her pocket with a slight grunt. When she looked back at Chloe, she had her phone in her hands and her fingers where flying across the screen. All of a sudden, Beca's phone went off in rapid fire mode. About half a dozen text's came at once, and when Beca checked, all six of them were from Chloe.

Chlo-Bear (12:26pm): Becs huh?

Chlo-Bear (12:26pm): That's adorbs

Chlo-Bear (12:26pm): Hey

Chlo-Bear (12:26pm): Didn't you come here for food?

Chlo-Bear (12:26pm): You should get some

Chlo-Bear (12:27pm): Because I'm not sharing my caffeine

"So your that kind of person." Beca said, glancing at the ginger, then back at her phone screen.

"What kind of person?" Chloe prodded, leaning over the table to look at Becas phone screen, too.

"The kind of person that texts the person their sitting beside,"

"I am not!"

"Then what do you call these?" Beca muttered, motioning to the texts with her free hand, eyebrows raised.

Chloe grinned, leaning in a little closer, and whispered; "Silent conversations." and then she was gone, leaning back in her seat, with that stupidly beautiful smile plastered on her face and...

...Beca got up to get her food, grumbling a low, "I'll be right back," because no, no one, especially Beca, should be thinking these weird cliche thoughts.

(But she couldn't help it.)

The rest of the day, it seemed like she couldn't escape the redhead presence. Every half an hour or so, her phone would go off with a new text. And every time, it was Chloe. With a new and exciting fact about her day. The problem was, whenever Beca read them, no matter how dumb or weird, it always made her smile. Which made her feel about as badass as a chinchilla.

Chlo-Bear (1:39pm): This guy with purple hair just jogged past me

Chlo-Bear (2:53pm): saw tthe pruple hair guy agn, he was in a tree

Chlo-Bear (2:54pm): and he's drinkin apple juice

Chlo-Bear (3:42pm): ordring chinese tonight

Chlo-Bear (4:28pm): if you want sum, it'll b here by like 6ish

Chlo-Bear (5:57pm): food's here

Chlo-Bear (6:02pm): he gave me too much

Chlo-Bear (6:07pm): seriously Beca what does it take for you to come over

At that, Beca couldn't help herself. Yeah, maybe she was a chinchilla, but at least chinchilla's are cute. And who would turn down an opportunity to hang out with a hot redhead?

Not that Beca thought she was hot.

But she texted her back anyway.

Becs (6:09pm): Gimme like, ten minutes to get ready, five to find a pair of shoes, and five more to get there.

The text back came so quickly, it started Beca, causing her to nearly drop her phone.

Chlo-Bear (6:09pm): So, 20mins then?

Becs (6:10pm): 20 minutes.

And she really did try to make it there in 20 minutes, but it took her longer then expected to reverse her raccoon-like state into that of a normal human.

So all in all, it was at least half-an hour before she knocked on Chloe's apartment door.

The ginger didn't seem mad, or even slightly angry, when she opened the door. Actually, her face completely lit up. "Beca!" and it was so simple. Well, it kinda had to be. Beca was her name after all, and she heard it every day. But not like that. Not happily. Most days, it was just a drawl, an upset grunt, maybe even a sigh at best.

"Uh, hey." Beca hummed, flashing a quick smile. She raised her arms, planning to use them for something, but ended up just dropping them back to her thighs awkwardly. What could she do with them anyway. "Sorry I'm late.'' she added, looking around the hall she was still in.

"Oh, that's fine." Chloe nodded, pursing her lips. "I kinda thought you might be that kind of person."

Before Beca could ask what kind of person, she was being ushered inside Chloe's apartment. And then Chloe would scooping Chinese food into a plate for her with talking about music and notes and chords and... it was going to be a long night.

Guys I'm really sorry this is so late, but here. This is the chapter I had most difficulty with, hopefully it doesn't show. Sorry for any typos!

xoxo

-Beale.