Beca was obviously amazing at what she did. People were lined up out the door to see her play.
When she took the stage the whole nightclub roared. She put on her headphones and her tagline rang across the building.
"DJ Beck, the finest DJ in town. Lock up your ladies, cause she's bringing the heat." and she started her first mix.
Watching her work astounded me. The passion and energy she poured into her music was like nothing I had ever seen before. She would look at me, wink, and would scratch a record, drop a beat and all the girls would freak out.
Jesse had been right. They were all over her when the set ended. They were offering to buy her drinks, asking her to come home with them, touching her… It was sickening, and Beca loved it. Every second of it she was soaking up. When she was done talking to one girl, another would take her place. By two in the morning I was wasted, and so was she. I was done being jealous. I grabbed her hand and dragged her out of the bar. When we were outside she spun me around and looked in my eyes, trying to read past the glazed state they were in. That dangerous ocean blue flashed, and I knew I wouldn't be mad for long.
"Take me home bad girl. I want you in my bed tonight, doing all kinds of dirty things to me. Now."
"Slow down Chloe. What's going on? You know it's not like I don't want you, but not like this. Can we walk for a bit and talk? I don't like this on you." she was still holding my hand.
"Yeah, okay. I guess that sounds like a good idea." we started heading in the direction of home.
"What got into you back there Chloe? It kind of scared me a little bit. If we're being honest." she chuckled a bit.
"I hated seeing all those girls touching you, flirting with you, buying you drinks, and trying to talk their way into your pants. It killed me. What was worse was, you just let them. Not once did you say 'Sorry but I'm here with someone.' I mean I get that I'm not your girlfriend or anything but still, you could have tried." I was sort of yelling at this point.
"Chloe, I'm sorry. Those girls meant nothing to me Chlo, and you mean everything. There will always be groupies, but I'd never do anything to hurt you. I can't afford to fuck this up. I really like you. Believe me when I say that." there were tears in her eyes.
"I believe you Beca. You don't owe me anything though. You're not my girlfriend; if you wanted to take home some bar skank-" she kissed me.
If I could, I would hold that exact moment in time for the rest of my life. Kissing Beca was like having a cold beer after a hot days work in the sun. It just felt perfect. Her soft lips pressed against mine, the way she pressed in for more so hungrily, I never wanted to let that go. When she pulled back she was crying.
"I want to owe you things. I want you to know that you are the ONLY person I ever want to go home with. You're with me now, and no girl is ever going to come close to you. Don't say things like that Chloe. You're more than I'll ever deserve. You're perfect."
She took my hand and we kept walking.
Beca and I spent all night walking around Seattle. She'd brought a bunch of joints with her and we just walked around, smoking them. At one point she bought a bottle of whiskey and we'd shared that too. We talked about childhood hopes and dreams, to urban legends, to past relationships. Eventually the conversation naturally drifted towards sex.
"So… Word on the street is Beca Mitchell is a player." I laughed as we climbed up on top of a statue and Beca lit a joint.
"Word on the street is true. I used to be anyways. Until about a year ago, then it started to get harder and harder." she passed me the joint.
"Why so hard? Did you get erectile dysfunction?" I snorted at my own joke. Smooth Beale.
"Nope, I met you. Kinda. I guess really I more or less saw you. It was the first presentation of the year and you were up there with that annoying Australian chick that is always following you around." I glared at her. She knew Amy was a friend of mine. "Sorry, Amy." she apologized. "Anyways, you started talking about Bonnie and Clyde and the biography you read. You were talking about how devoted she must have been to love a criminal, and how as long as she loved him it wouldn't matter what he was doing to make ends meet. It was beautiful, every last word you said was amazing. From that moment on I kept working up courage to try and talk to you, but I was scared. I started bringing home red heads all the time, cause then if I pictured your face, it didn't feel so wrong. Eventually it just felt wrong no matter what. I stopped hooking up altogether. Then, I started going over to the spot on the Quad where you go to read. Finally I managed to talk to you. It took me a year, but I did It." she took a long drink from the whiskey and hauled on the joint. "What about you Snowflake? You ever done the hook up thing?"
"Once, yeah. Right after I moved to Seattle. My girlfriend at the time was living back home in Carolina and she accidentally sent me a long message saying how she was planning to break up with me when I came home for Thanksgiving and that she wanted to be with some girl named Tricia and how she had been done with me for months, she just didn't have the heart to tell me. I was pissed so I went out partying and I wound up making out with this girl… Uh, Stacie? I've seen her with you before actually. Anyways, one thing led to another and Stacie had me upstairs in bed. I woke up the next morning and I had officially done the one night stand thing. I even left at like six in the morning and did the walk of shame back to my dorm." I finished off the whiskey and pouted as I let the bottle smash on the ground.
"We're about twenty minutes from my place, and I've got one last joint rolled. Wanna walk back with me? Get some shut eye, and I'll take you for breakfast tomorrow?" I nodded.
"Tonight's been amazing Beca. I'm sorry I got so mad at you before. That's not like me. I guess, I just want to be selfish with you." I admitted.
"Be selfish. I want you to be selfish with me. Cause I plan on being selfish with you Chloe Beale." she laced our fingers together, and we started walking towards the rising sun, and a warm cozy bed.
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