A/N: Hey guys, so I didn't expect as many people to take interest into this as you all already have. I'm glad you do! If you have any tips or just want to tell me if you like it or something like that, go ahead and leave a review. It inspires me to write more and faster. Thanks to those who have already left reviews! This fic will be T for now, but maybe a couple chapters later on will be M. I'll go ahead and let you know in a note before hand. Well, enough of this...here's Chapter 2!
Beca stood in the middle of the parking lot, completely in shock. She didn't know whether to scream or cry or anything as she saw her best friend leaning against her car, "Well, what? Are you just going to stand there with your jaw on the floor or are you going to come over here and hug me?" Chloe grinned.
That's all it took for Beca to rip her feet from the fixed place she was in and bolt towards the ginger, enveloping her in a hug that could crush bones, "Chloe! Wha-what are you doing here?" Beca couldn't contain her excitement, a wave of happiness rushing over her. She was fighting the tears of happiness.
"B-Becs...can't...b-breathe..." Chloe managed to choke out before Beca loosened her grip, still not letting go of the older girl, "I came to see you," she replied to the brunette's earlier question after she filled her lungs with air, "Is that a crime?"
"Well, of course not, but why didn't you tell me you were coming?" Beca asked, staring at Chloe's bright blue eyes.
"Tell you and ruin the surprise?" Chloe laughed.
"You know I hate surprises," Beca narrowed her eyes at her.
Chloe knew Beca wasn't angry, despite the look the shorter girl was giving her, "Well, I didn't think you would mind this one," she gave her a wink.
Beca reluctantly let Chloe go as the older girl started to take a step back, "I don't, but-"
"Come on, DJ, let's go do something fun," the ginger giggled.
Beca sighed, "I can't tonight, Chlo. I've got a gig tonight."
"A gig? Wait you're for real a DJ now? Congrats!" Chloe squealed, giving her friend a quick hug.
"Well, of course I am, weirdo," Beca grinned, "You can come to the club tonight and listen. You'll probably be tired by the time the night's over so we can catch up tomorrow."
The redhead shook her head, "No, we're catching up tonight. You know who you're talking to, right? If I'm in that club, this ginger's jiggle juice will keep her well awake to talk to you."
Beca smiled, remembering the first time Chloe said something along those lines. She'd pulled Beca in close and told her they would be, "really fast friends." Chloe had been right. The ginger had no boundaries and pushed into Beca's bubble, with or without permission and wouldn't take no for an answer. She knew she wouldn't too, considering the older girl ambushed her in the shower when Beca was a freshman. The thought made Beca blush.
"Anyways, I kind of need a place to stay and I figured you'd let me stay with you that way we could catch up," the taller girl smiled.
"Of course you can stay with me, silly," Beca said, looking at the time on her phone, "But, I really have to go home and get my things if I want to make it in time for this gig," she sighed apologetically.
Chloe smiled, gesturing to a couple bags sitting behind her, "That's okay, I can come with you and drop my things off at your place and come with you to the club, considering I don't have a car or anything with me."
Walking around to grab one of the bags, Beca chuckled, "Yeah, okay, just help me get your crap in the trunk. I'll have to hurry to get ready at this rate."
Chloe giggled as she helped put her bags in the trunk and got in the passenger's side, "Hmm, this is nice, Becs. How'd you afford it?"
"I make a good amount of money with my jobs," the brunette smiled, turning the radio on with the volume low enough for the two to be able to chat still, "So, tell me, what has Chloe Beale been up to lately?"
"Well," Chloe started, "I was travelling around with Tom for a while and then he cheated on me with some girl from Paris so I dumped his sorry ass and he kicked me out and I decided it was time for a long overdue visit to one of my best friends."
"So you traveled around a lot and didn't think to come see me until you and Tom broke up," Beca pretended to be offended.
"I didn't want to get between you and Jesse," Chloe gave her friend a light push on the shoulder.
"Oh, honey, that ended long before I was completely moved to LA," Beca laughed, glancing at the older girl, trying to keep her eyes on the road rather than the girl beside her. It was becoming increasingly difficult with thoughts of their times in college spinning around in her brain.
"What? No way! Why didn't you tell me?" Chloe asked, eyes wide.
"You just moved away with Tom to wherever you went and-" Beca started before another thought entered her mind, "Wait, if you didn't want to bother Jesse and I, then why'd you come now? And how did you figure out where I worked when you didn't even know I also did DJ work at this club?"
Chloe's cheeks turned a light shade of pink, but the brunette didn't notice as she was trying to keep her eyes on the road, "I did a little stalking on your social media accounts," she said, uncharacteristically shyly.
"Creep," Beca laughed, earning her a slap on the arm from her best friend.
"I mean, I was thinking about you so I looked it up," the redhead said in defense.
Beca grinned, "Think about me, eh?" she chuckled, "After you and Tom broke up, right?"
Chloe looked down at her hands in her lap as Beca turned on a new road, "I'm sorry, Becs."
"Hey, what are you apologizing for?" Beca's voice riddled with concern as she heard the sad tone in the older girl's voice.
"I'm sorry we haven't talked much in the past few years. I up and left, only thinking about myself when you stayed in Atlanta with me before pursuing your own dreams," she continued to apologize.
Beca was nearing her house and began to slow down, "Hey, look at me," she said. As light blue eyes met navy ones, Beca gave a soft smile, "You're here now, that's all that matters."
Chloe gave a smile back, "Wow, DJ, didn't know you were such a softie," she laughed.
"Shut up," Beca rolled her eyes and pulled into her driveway, helping her friend get her bags inside. She didn't know how long Chloe was planning to stay, but she hoped it would be long.