A/N So. If you haven't lost your faith in me, give this a read. This is part 1 of 2 of the finale. Part 2 WILL BE POSTED tonight. Anna's Birthday, have to get my shit together, you know? Anything for that mystical being. I'm on my way to a play, but my return will mean a double update. I love you all, I mean it. Don't hurt me.
Chapter 9 A 'Who Done It' Part 1
Nope.
Beca just stopped.
No way man. Thought we were done with this shit.
Beca raised her body and stared at the opposite side of the tent.
Whoever is writing this, they can get the fuck out.
Beca then moved her gaze to the top of the tent, looking for God or something. She had no words. And though the little DJ was being quite harsh within her own mind—yet again—she couldn't discount what just happened between her and the girl she loved. Chloe is an evil genius, we established that, or have been establishing that from chapter—day one. Relentless right? Always pushing Beca's boundaries—but for the better. Everything was bleeding together, and Beca began to get paranoid again.
Nope.
Beca smiled, and allowed a small chuckle to escape her lips. She shook her head and looked at the glowing ginger staring up at her. They both had a little "glow" after the tumble they just shared.
"You're hilarious, Beale." Beca said, wishing to move past this for she knew Chloe was joking. She knew it, dang it. She rolled her eyes and moved her lips down to Chloe's, and pressed a quick kiss against them.
Chloe giggled and bit her lip.
"I'm pretty excited that I might expect more of those kisses from you."
"—Might…? Oh do I need to ask if you want to go steady with me now?" Beca smirked.
"Yes ma'am, I am a traditional girl." Chloe beamed.
"I see I see." Beca mocked a professor of sorts, and rubbed her chin as if there were a beard there. She was such a dork. But hey, that made Chloe light up with giggles.
"Pondering hard there, Becs?" Chloe's voice seemed lower suddenly, as she raised her own body to sit upright across from Beca. The two looked at each other, and soon enough Chloe moved her head in slowly, tracing her lips along Beca's—barely touching them.
Beca shivered in response, and her cheeks grew red. She moved in the remaining five percent and kissed Chloe deeply. Once pulling back from another heart-shattered kiss, she smiled again, and nodded her head.
"Yes, pondering quite a bit. It's funny; you seem to be a traditional girl." A puppy even. "But you have quite the daring, forward side to you too. Forgive me as I am trying to gain a grasp on how to please you. It's intriguing as hell."
"I'm full of surprises." Chloe winked.
"No kidding, blackwhiteandRED! Or do you prefer to remain anon." Beca was picking up the Fan Fic lingo, hey-oh!
"Okay seriously, what are you talking about?"
"Come on, Chlo, give me a break."
"I would—I would do anything for you, especially now, but I'm afraid I really don't have a clue what you mean. Is this about the f-fiction fan, what is it?"
"Fan Fiction."
"Right. Okay, is that a part of …that? What is Fan Fiction?"
NOPE.
"Are you joking Chloe? Seriously my heart can't handle the stress."
"Baby is everything okay?"
"Are you giving me a hard time?"
Chloe could see that her girl was growing anxious. She moved her hand over her heart.
"Scout's honor, I am not messing with you. Just confused. I promise Beca. I'm never going to lie to you."
Even with that, Beca's heart melted. She loved that. Chloe was so fucking cute. This feeling was fleeting, however.
"Oh my God."
"Talk to me baby."
"I wrote shit!"
Beca startled herself with her quick and sharp delivery. She took in a breath and calmed herself down, and tried again. She couldn't manage the words; her brain was starting to snap in two. Well, snap in to like 9—it had snapped a lot recently, mkay? She began to make flustered noises and hand gestures.
"—Use your words, honey."
"I wrote a story. Fan Fiction is like, an online place where you can like write. Like a blog I guess? But people actually like use it to post stories and shit."
"Okay. Works of Fiction. Got it."
"But it's like more than that, you are a fan of something, and you are encouraged to write about movies or something –basically create alternate universes, or alternate endings to something that already been established, I guess? Maybe I'm bad at explaining it."
"You're so cute. What did you write about?!" Chloe's eyes lit up—like an eager child.
"Oh I wrote about The Devil Wears Prada"
"Seriously?"
"Jesse made me watch it."
"Ick. Okay." Chloe scrunched her nose at Jesse's name.
"Yeah really. I wrote about Andrea and Emily totally hooking up."
"Anne Hathaway and Emily Blunt?"
"Yeah."
"Oh my God that's hot…"
"—RIGHT?"
"Can I read it?"
Beca shook her head and grabbed her blanket and wrapped it around her, standing up. Chloe frowned, feeling as if she said something wrong, again.
"But you did read it. It had to have been you."
"Beca—"
"Wait, just let me finish. It's like, I suddenly stumble into this near obsession—which I kept completely secret, and then all of the sudden, I'm being told that I have feelings for another woman? Suggesting the red head in my story? Suggesting that I had feelings for the red head in my own life? Come on. That's not a coincidence—"
"—Except you did."
Beca's eyes bugged out, her hands shot up in karate-chop mode as she flipped around to the direction in which this voice came from. Her blanket fell right off.
"YOU DON'T KNOW MY LIFE!"
Beca out.
As Chloe watched the naked, scrappy DJ shout at the wall of the tent, she knew she should do something. Chloe grabbed her sweater and put it back on, immediately rushing up to cover her naked girl. Beca didn't seem to notice her heroic ginger covering her lady bits for her. Beca was about to sucker-punch the wall—looking incredibly cracked-out.
"Baby, calm down." Chloe whispered.
"No! Who's out there! GUEST? RED? I WILL KNOCK YOU OUT!"
"Baby, breathe." Chloe said a little louder now.
Beca shushed Chloe immediately, waiting for a response from outside of the tent.
Nothing.
Chloe began to feel uneasy, wrapping her hand around Beca's and squeezing it.
"Can you tell us who is out there, please?" Chloe said softly.
There was a small snap of a twig that followed; of course "a small snap" doesn't quite do it justice. This was the loudest mother fucking twig the two girls had ever heard.
"Yep. Uhh. I'm gonna die here." Beca said, making a simple observation. She nodded, accepted it, and moved on.
"If there wasn't a wall right here, I'd be out there so quickly! BECA EFFIN MITCHELL WILL NOT GO OUT THIS WAY. You're lucky!"
"Okay but we can unzip the wall, Becs."
"YOU HEAR THAT? WE ARE GONNA UNZIP THE WALL BITCHES!"
At that point Beca did a frantic hand gesture in the air, suggesting that she was indeed magic, suggesting that she could suddenly move through walls or something. Chloe furrowed her eyebrows and stared at Beca, her mouth open a bit. After taking a few seconds to realize her girlfriend had completely lost her mind, Chloe sacked up and decided she was going to figure this out. She moved to the tent door, and began to unzip the wall.
It must have been an hour, easily, for it seemed to take Chloe forever to open the damn door. As the noise from the zipper echoed through the "tent of emotions," Beca stared with laser focus. She was gathering her courage, she was morphing into her "bad ass self" and ready to take this suitor on, once and for all. Someone wasn't getting out of here alive tonight. The Lodge of Fallen Leaves: A Massacre.
"Come on, Mitchell!" Chloe hissed, as the dark opening was complete.