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Probably the last long chapter you'll get for a while since, by the title, Beca is leaving back to LA. But don't worry! These lovebirds can't stay away from each other for long without losing their minds ;)

Chapter Eleven: New Goodbyes

Sunday September 18, 12:35 PM

The drive over to Beca's house is more than a little bit nerve racking once Chloe got off the phone and had the chance to process everything. Her deathly grip on the steering wheel is on the verge of breaking through the material, there's a constant ringing in her ears that's making her want to rip her hair out by the scalp; she can can feel her heartbeat throb against her throat and stomach feels like it's going to drop out her butt.

Chloe doesn't get nervous often, actually, it's quite rare for her to show this kind of behavior and it's starting to scare her by the second with this unknown feeling that has her skin sweating beads out from her pores. Excitement is more her thing.

But meeting Beca's dad-her girlfriend's dad, for the very first time is enough to tweak her out a bit, not that she showed that on the phone when talking to Beca, of course.

She didn't want Beca to think that she was moving too fast with wanting Chloe to meet her father because by her tone on the phone, it already seemed like Beca was uneasy about asking her first of all. Technically, it's her dad wanting to meet Chloe. Not Beca.

So, she didn't want her to feel anymore ify than she already was.

Honestly, Chloe's honored to meet him, and honored that Beca wants her to meet him but, she wasn't expecting to meet him so soon. She thought she'd at least be able to have a couple months to prepare for this situation instead of the thirty minute drive to get over there. You know, sleep on it kind of deal.

If that was the case with added time, maybe it wouldn't seem like she is seconds away from passing out cold on the dashboard.

But it's not.

Her phones rings through the speakers, scaring her half to death by the level of jumpiness and it signals a few unread text messages she just received. Through her screen on the dash, she opens each one and sees they're all from Aubrey.

Sunday September 18, 12:43 PM

Aubrey: Okay, just scrolling through Facebook and saw some pretty interesting stuff.

Aubrey: I can't believe you! My best friend, didn't tell me you and Beca are dating! I'm actually quite offended that Facebook beat me out.

Aubrey: And Jesus Chloe. Have you checked the comments, likes and followers you now have? It's seriously insane how much attention her fans are giving you once you started dating her.

Her truck reads these messages out loud through the Bluetooth connecting the phone and she facepalms herself that she managed to forget running the news by Aubrey. In her defense, Beca changed their relationship status on Facebook first so, it isn't like she she had time to prepare before it showed up on her feed.

It took her blindsided if she's being honest so really, Aubrey can't be too mad at her. Also, she had piles on top of piles of homework and lesson plans to complete, leaving her with zero time in between this morning when she woke up to Beca's surprise phone call.

Figuring that she can't text back right now, she dials Aubrey's number through the call back option on her truck's screen and turns up the volume in order to hear clearly.

After ringing a few times, Chloe impatiently drumming her thumbs against the wheel,

"Aubrey Posen."

"Bree!" Chloe basically screams when she hears Aubrey's signature, old person's greeting. It's the twenty first century. There's things now such as caller ID so why Aubrey felt the need to greet every person the same as if she's hosting a business call, Chloe will never truly understand.

"Chloe? You have some serious explaining to do!" Chloe can feel the transformation of Aubrey's voice switch from professional to irritated very quickly and if any other time, she'd be pretty scared of the wrath she's destined for. But right now, she is still freaking out about being fifteen minutes away from Beca's house where she is going to meet her dad, according to her GPS system, and needs Aubrey's help pronto.

So what better way than to come out and spill?

"I'm meeting Beca's dad right now!"

"Y-you-you're what?" Aubrey stutters, surprised. "Did you say Beca's dad?"

"Yes Bree! I'm meeting her dad and then, she's spending the night at our house! What do I do?! Where are you?! Why aren't you here right now?!" Chloe swears she is seconds away from hyperventilating with the size boulder that feels like is pushed against her chest, making it impossible to breathe.

And she is keenly aware that she swerving in and out of lanes on the highway and that she should be slowing down in speed if she doesn't want to get pulled over.

You'd think that with her being so nervous about meeting Beca's dad, she'd be in less of a rush to get there and not be speeding down the freeway like she just got done robbing a bank.

"Okay, slow down Chlo. This is a good sign. Meeting her parents means she's serious about this…..relationship." Chloe thinks this is unnecessary. Yes, she has thought a lot about what Beca is taking out of their interaction through the Internet. Especially with her rising fame and all. Like for example, is she just someone to talk to when Beca gets lonely, or is she just one of many other fan girls Beca is talking to?

Of course, this didn't help with the constant reminder from Aubrey that Beca not only lives on the other side of the country but also, is working with celebrities and is basically famous in and out of the states.

Now though, with Beca flying down to Georgia, taking her on an unforgettable date and asking Chloe to be her girlfriend, she had nothing really to worry about anymore.

No doubts, no ringing worries about who Beca was with when she issn't texting Chloe. No giant question mark in the way of their label as friends, acquaintances, girlfriends, or whatever.

For Christ sakes, they have already shared the "L" word between each other and if that doesn't scream commitment, she doesn't know what does. When talking to Aubrey though, she decides to leave that out for another time, knowing Aubrey will give her an earful when she finds that out.

"I'm on my way now and I feel like I'm going to throw up."

"Looks like the tables have turned and you're the one about to do the stress puking," Aubrey chuckles and Chloe groans at the lack of help her friend is being right now. "Okay, sorry. Bad time to joke."

Scoffing, "you think? Don't mind me. Just having a full on panic attack, operating a motorized vehicle that's holding my fragile, precious life Bree!"

"Okay, tone the dramatics down a notch."

"I really like her Bree, obviously. She's my freaking girlfriend now!" Chloe about screeches this and her tone seems to be only getting higher and higher. "What if my handshake is too weak and sweaty and her dad thinks I'm a pansy or something. Or I have bad breath?" There is endless possibilities and the longer she thinks about them, the more freaked out she gets, and the faster her heart pounds against her rib cage.

"Chloe hun, listen to me. Things are going to be okay. Beca's dad is going to love you, just like everyone else who's lucky enough to get the chance to meet you. You're one of a kind and have absolutely nothing to worry about."

Chloe is beginning to sober thanks to Aubrey's reassuring words, and feels her breathing start to slow down to a normal and less frightening pace.

"You've meet many of your partner's parents. Why are you just now freaking out about Beca's?"

Chloe exhales a hitchy breath and runs a hand through her hair in hopes to calm her down. She didn't even know where to start by answering this question. Just like Aubrey said, she has meet many parents, dads, moms, sisters, brothers, practically whoever it was when it came to her past relationships. High school Paul actually, her first real boyfriend, she meet his entire family tree it felt like and never once did she have a break down quite like the one she is having right now.

"I know it's early to say this but Bree, what I see with Beca, I see going far."

"What? Like marriage?" Aubrey questions and Chloe is glad that this is only a phone call and Aubrey isn't able to see the physical damage the single word had over her. "Jesus Chloe, you two just met over the Internet a month ago!"

Chloe winces at her tone, "calm down! I'm not saying it's going to be happening anytime soon. Hell, it could take years for the question to be popped….hopefully we are still talking by then." she reaches out to knock on the dashboard of her truck, crossing her fingers that there is wood somewhere inside so she doesn't jinx herself. "But what I mean to say is that I have a hunch that this is the real deal Bree. Beca is someone worth settling down with and I won't be able to do that if her dad hates my guts!"

"Chloe, like I said before and I'll tell you again until you understand, you have nothing to worry about. You're a people person and everyone you eventually meet ends up loving you or falling in love with you. Beca's dad isn't going to be the one to break that streak."

Chloe takes a much needed breath, exhaling all the pent up tension out through her mouth. "You think so?"

Aubrey scoffs, "I know so. You're pretty freaking great Chloe and if for some bizarre, unusual reason Beca's dad doesn't like you, I'm almost certain that won't get in the way of Beca and your relationship. I know I've only meet the girl once but within those short hours during lunch, I can tell the midget is head over heels for you."

Chloe is swooning now, unable to shake the face splitting grin from her face and happy her friend isn't here in person to witness the amount of sap radiating from her body. Aubrey can read people's personalities like it's her job to do so. She's practically fluent in knowing who's an asshole and who isn't so with her reading these things about Beca made Chloe's heart swell that Aubrey saw the affection there also.

"Thanks, Bree. I needed that," Chloe chuckles and her grip around her wheel loosens while her foot lifts off the accelerator to a more legal speed.

"You know I'm always here to help you through a panic attack, Chlo. You've helped me way too many times with those in the past so it's about time I do my part."

"My hero." Chloe cooes and they both laugh.

"How much longer till you get to Sandy Hills?"

Chloe swiped through the tabs on her truck's screen until she lands on the GPS map and checks the remaining time up in the corner. "Uh, about fifteen minutes. Surprisingly, there's zero traffic out."

Aubrey hums but doesn't say anything.

"What?"

"Just taking a seat because you missy have a lot to tell me." Chloe rolls her eyes, should've been prepared not to get a free pass out. "Start with your date last night. "

Sunday September 18, 1:01 PM

Chloe pulls up to her destination, spotting Beca's dad's familiar truck parked outside on the driveway and parking on the opposite side of the street. The neighborhood is ghastly empty, other than the few old couples that were out, taking an afternoon stroll or the individuals walking their dogs along the sidewalks. There's a window that's cracked, the blinds are wide open at the top of the house and Chloe wonders if that's the room Beca is staying in.

The thought of Beca instantly warms her blood since this would be the very first time she can greet Beca with one of those, 'miss you kisses' and officially call her her girlfriend. That alone boosts some urgency in Chloe but the reminder that she is also meeting an added person kind of kills that buzz for her and again, she is freaking out about it.

This time though, only on the inside, which is progress if you ask her.

She thinks about texting Beca and asking her if she wants a coffee from Starbucks or something, giving her some time to stall and regroup with herself since always, there's an outrageous line at the drive through and will at least take a good amount of time to get the coffees. She discards that option when she realizes the longer she waits, the more her brain is going to overthink everything and with more overthinking there's a slight chance she might pass out.

This needs to be done.

Finding the courage, she hops out of her truck onto the cement and fixes her jean shorts that rode up uncomfortably during the ride. "Okay Chloe, you can do this. Just be your….charming, bubbly self and everything should go swell." Chloe pep talks herself, fanning out her clammy hands the whole way up the driveway until she makes it to the front door in case Beca's dad is more of a handshaker rather than a hugger like most of her family is.

The doorbell is at lines sight when she is face to face with the glass screen door and Chloe thinks she stares at the gold border and white button for what feels like an eternity. Closing her eyes as she exhales a shaky breath, she lifts a finger to press in the button.

A fancy chime rings through the entire house; one of those bells that last about ten seconds before it's finished and the anticipation is eating Chloe whole as she waits on the heels of her flip flops with her arms awkwardly swinging against the sides of her legs. She's hoping that Beca answers the door first since seeing her face will calm Chloe down a bit before meeting her dad.

But all that hope starts to fade when the screen door swings wide open and she is greeted by an older looking man who is smiling brightly at her.

He's wearing a nice button up shirt with a pair of blue, Levi jeans and a pair of glasses at the bridge of his nose. His outfit is the ideal, professor get up as she remembers Beca mentioning briefly that he teaches at Ottawa University. There's a yellowish/brown stain at the corner of his shirt and Chloe assumes it's from his coffee. He isn't nearly as tall as Chloe imagined he would be but then again, she thinks about Beca's height and it all starts to makes sense.

All other things she studies is a clear identifier that he is in fact Beca's dad, especially the dark blue eyes and short, brown hair that still looks pretty damn impressive in color with his age. Unlike his hair, he has a beard and the hairs covering around his mouth are the only ones fading to a light grey.

"You must be Chloe." She barely hears him speak under the monstrous throbs of her heartbeat booming between her ears and it wasn't until he held out his hand for her to shake that she broke out of her frozen state.

Chloe should've known he wasn't going to be much of a hugger after getting to know Beca and how she avoids physical contact like it's the plague- even though now, Beca seemed to be a lot more touchy with Chloe during their date compared to when they first met at the airport.

Not that she is complaining about it.

Chloe reaches out her hand, already feeling the moistness rise from her palm but not able to do anything about it before it's grabbed by Beca's dad. "That's me," even under all her swimming nerves, she still manages to smile her signature charming grin. "It's nice to meet you, Dr. Mitchell."

"Oh God no," he scoffs a chuckle, releasing Chloe's hand. "I hear enough of that with my students. Please, call me Warren."

Chloe praises herself unnoticed at the first name basis already and gradually, her tenseness starts to deflate. He invites her inside and she happily creeps in when he moves over to the side, granting more space. The inside of the house is just as nice as the doorbell made it seem and as she examines around the space, her eyes land on a bookshelf of pictures that features a very adorable and very cute brunette, varying from all ages.

Chloe giggles at all the childhood photos of Beca, noticing that even at a young age, she still had a scowl that could kill and was as grumpy as the cookie monster. A lot of them seemed like candid shots, with her paying close attention to something else other than the camera. There's a group of fancy family photos of Warren and another lady that looked identical to Beca, with her piercing, dark blue eyes and long chocolate brown hair. The woman is absolutely breathtaking.

She takes it that this is her actual birth mother and not step when she studies that Beca's age can't be no older than six or seven. The pigtails were a clear identifier as now, Chloe is sure Beca wouldn't be caught dead with a cute hairstyle like that.

One photo catches her eye; Beca standing in a dark blue graduation gown, wearing a bleach white summer dress underneath with a pair of wooden wedges and is surprised to see Stacie with her arm hanging right over her shoulders. The smiles are so big they almost look photoshopped, especially the one coming from Beca but nonetheless, they're contagious and Chloe finds herself mirroring the captured grins.

"Beca is upstairs getting her stuff ready, in case you're wondering," Warren smiles, breaking Chloe out of her admiration towards the photos. She would've been reacting a little differently to this if it isn't for the the safe aroma Beca's dad is bringing, terrified that she might end up saying something embarrassing to screw this whole thing up.

But Warren seems nice and Chloe is already feeling more and more comfortable around him by the second.

"Would you like anything to drink? Sheila just made some delicious sweet tea, I could get you a glass?"

Chloe isn't really thirsty, so to say, but declining the offer isn't something she is about to do. So, she nods her head with a smile and watches him head into the kitchen to retrieve the drinks.

Having enough of looking at the bookshelf of photos, Chloe finds the living room nearby and a comfy couch calling her name across the room. She takes a seat, her body sinking into the leather that is oh so much more comfier than what it looks like and tries to find a less awkward position to sit at. She crosses one leg over the other and patiently waits for Warren to return.

As she is waiting, she feels her phone vibrate in her pocket. Texting should be the last thing Chloe should be doing right now but when she sees Beca's name light up on her screen, her thumbs move to open the conversation on instinct.

Sunday September 18, 1:12 PM

B: Please tell me you'll still here by the time I get downstairs…

B: I hope he didn't end up scaring you away :-(

C: Of course I'm still here! I wouldn't leave without you ;)

C: Your dad is enjoyable company and is in no way scaring me away :)

C: But hurry up and pack so you can get your cute butt down here! I wanna see you :)

B: Not cute Beale.

B: But okay, I'm almost finished.

With perfect timing, Warren finds Chloe sitting in the living room. "Here you go."

Chloe stuffs her phone back into her pocket after clicking it off and Warren has his hands occupied with two glasses filled with sweet tea. He hands one over to Chloe who tells him thank you before taking a seat directly across from her in the loveseat.

"So," he starts, taking a drink and smiling at Chloe. "Beca tells me you're a pretty superb teacher."

Chloe hides the violent fluttering in her stomach as she realizes that Beca has been talking an awful lot about her behind the phone text messages and phone calls with her dad and washes down the giddiness with a small sip of tea.

She swallows the drink before moving her glass to join Warren's on the table. "I mean, not yet," she shrugs humble. "I'm still working on getting my masters and only doing student teaching at an elementary school close by my house but when I do, I'm going to find a stable job. Fingers crossed that I can graduate in the Fall."

"Well, with what Beca tells me it sounds like you really know what you're doing and any school would be lucky to have you."

Chloe lowers her head when she feels the heat rush to her cheeks and is a hundred percent certain that she is starting to blush. At least now she knows where Beca gets her sweet talk from.

They fall into casual conversation with each other; Chloe talks a lot about school, and her hometown back down in Florida. She tells Warren that her family and her are a very close knit group, along with her two older brothers, who are away and living the adult life. Whenever she gets the chance and is free from school, she calls or Facetimes them to catch up on life.

She also briefly mentions Aubrey when Warren is curious to who her roommate is and gloats about her being Chloe's best friend for years and what she plans on doing with her education.

Then they switch directions and Warren tells Chloe a little bit about Beca's real mom and how she was the one always supporting Beca's music when he wasn't and that, is something he regrets the most. In less of a depressing subject, he talks about Sheila and gives Chloe a little insight on the teacher ways when scoping out the right schools from the wrong.

Chloe honestly doesn't understand why she was so nervous about meeting Beca's dad because so far, it is a pretty laid back interaction and the guy is not only intelligent but also a lot of fun to talk to. There wasn't any questions revolving around their new relationship, and the infamous question on what her intentions are when dating Beca hasn't been mentioned or even hinted.

"So, I'm informed that you're dating my daughter."

Welp. She spoke too soon.

"Uh, yeah," Chloe chuckles nervously and runs a hand through her hair, prepared for any of the follow up questions he has.

"Beca told me briefly about how you two met. Through social media right?" Chloe nods and studies for any signs that points to to any uneasiness he has with that fact they met through the Internet but ends up finding none. That's a relief. "I have to say, it's a sight for sore eyes seeing Beca so glowy and you being the one behind all the goofy grins and lack of concentration," he laughs. "I haven't meet any of Beca's past partners but I can see that you're good for her."

"She's good for me too." With the new pain in her cheeks, Chloe is positive that she is smiling so wide it could become permanent.

And that's saying something because she is always smiling.

Footsteps are heard coming down from the stairs in the hallway and it wasn't much longer of a wait till Beca is in full sight, sporting a suspicious smirk and holding a duffel bag in place that hangs over her shoulder. Chloe bites her lip with excitement, the first time she's seen her girlfriend since last night and it's hard to keep it under the covers as she stares at the brunette standing in the doorway.

She tries hard not to make her stare obvious but then again, she can't help herself because Beca is wearing a pair of denim, jean shorts, a pair of white and black vans to match a loose, unbuttoned flannel over a low cut, black tank top and it's really hard not to drool over this sight.

Adding to this, the outfit is also something new for Chloe since it's far less clothing than what Beca has been wearing the past two days.

Not that she is complaining because damn. The view of new skin is extremely nice on Chloe's part and she gives a silent shout out to Georgia's heat wave for blessing them with shorts weather.

"What are you two talking about?" Beca sets her bag by the door before joining everyone in the living room.

"Just talking about you." Chloe thinks she hears Warren answer but isn't sure because all her attention is on Beca, who walks over to where she is sitting and practically takes a seat in her lap despite the other obvious amount of empty space on the couch to chose from

With the closeness of Beca, what also takes Chloe by surprise is the hand that wraps behind her lower back to rest at her hip, bringing her in closer to Beca so the bare skin on their legs stick together.

"All good things I hope."

Thinking that Beca would remove her hand when Warren is caught looking at the couple from where he is sitting, she is shocked that Beca not only keeps her hand securely where it is at but also, leans in to drop a lingering kiss over her cheek.

"Hey beautiful." Beca cooes after leaning back on the couch, the area where her lips were burning through Chloe's skin like acid.

She really hopes that the way her body is reacting to the compliment is going unnoticed. She doesn't know when the dizziness after every cute thing Beca says, or the flutters after every time she kisses her will go away but starting right now, Chloe is making a goal to stop letting it affect her.

"I missed you."

It takes a while for Chloe to process that Beca is in fact talking to her as she is hypnotized by the different shades of blue mixed in high definition within her eyes thanks to the sun's light shining directly in them from the window. She also knows that her eyes are blue-trust her, she gets many compliments on them daily, but there's something about Beca's that intrigues her and makes her weak. She has to divert her eyes away after a while before she ends up getting lost in them for good.

Clearing her throat as cover up, "hey," she smiles. "I missed you too."

"Did you have a good day?" Beca asks genuinely curious and her other hand finds Chloe's sitting on her lap before lacing their fingers together on the back of her hand.

Chloe's body feels like butter melting on a scorching pan at the hand holding as well as the hand still wrapped around her waist and the added curiosity to know about her day only makes the fluttering in her stomach worse.

"I am now." Smooth.

"You two are cute," Warren comments with a warm smile and Chloe forgets there's another person in the room.

Beca rolls her eyes and stands up from the couch, offering a helping hand to Chloe. "And also, leaving."

Taking the hand, Chloe sits up and follows Beca to the door where her bag sits.

"Sorry to cut this short but we have a lot to do today," Beca says, grabbing her bag off the ground.

"No it's okay. Chloe and I got to know a lot about each other."

"Is that so?" Beca quirks an eyebrow, looking at Chloe who backs it up with a nod.

"Yep! He even started showing me the cute baby videos of you." Chloe tries hiding a smile but fails miserably when the look of pure fear washes over Beca's face.

"He did not!" Beca gasps, eyes stretched wide towards her dad and Chloe can already feel the embarrassment oozing off Beca's body as Warren is a bullseye on a target board, just waiting to be practiced on.

"Chloe, are you trying to get me killed here?" Warren chuckles, pointing at Beca's glare. "No, I didn't show her the baby videos," he clarifies. " But there's always next time."

The thought of there being a next time almost kills Chloe because that's totally a hidden way around saying he'd like to see her again. Points added in her book and something more to cross off her list because ladies and gents, Warren Mitchell likes her!

Now she has nothing to worry about.

"Yeah for sure. Maybe Sheila will be here and we could all go to dinner or something. Make it a little longer than twenty minutes," Beca suggests with a smile.

Someone needs to get Chloe out of this house pronto before she melts to goo at Beca's informal invitation to have dinner with her whole family. Just the thought makes her insides jittery and it's not even set in stone yet.

They all say their goodbyes and Warren walks them out the door and Beca takes her hand, leading her over to where she is parked hand in hand.

In the truck after Chloe tosses Beca's duffle bag in the bed, she turns the keys in the ignition, roaring the engine to life as Beca hops up through the passenger side. Across the street, Warren waves goodbye once more before closing the door and it leaves her to watch Beca rearrange comfortably in the seat.

"Well, that wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be." Beca says, throwing the backpack with her laptop in the backseat. Completely missing the intense bore of Chloe's eyes directly into the side of her head, she continues, "where are we headed to…..mmph!"

Chloe swallows the squeak of pure surprise as she assumes Beca wasn't expecting this random movement when connecting her lips desperately into Beca's, silencing what she was about to say with a passionate kiss. Once adjusted to the warmth, Beca's lips fall in sync with Chloe's and her hands lift to tangle a fistful of red hair that happens to be hovering over the armrest of the truck.

Half in her seat, half in Beca's, she presses her lips in closer and hooks a hand around Beca's neck for support. Hungry for more, Chloe darts her tongue into Beca's mouth and sighs heavily when Beca fights against her. In a swift motion, which also ends up shocking Chloe at the bold move, she nips teasingly at Beca's bottom lip and quickly swipes her tongue to massage the area. This only earns a low grunt from Beca as their tongues twist and knot against each other until the kiss is on the verge of becoming sloppy.

Pulling away from the kiss but not too far, eyes barely floating open to see Chloe already staring back at her, "mm, what was that for?" Beca says with a growing smirk.

By the deepness of her voice, it triggers something uncontrollable inside of Chloe, pushing her to lean right back in again to steal a few more kisses, this time for not nearly as long and far less aggressive, before she is breaking away winded.

Chloe chuckle is low and comes out mostly as an exhale. "I just missed you and all," she whispers, still trying to catch her breath. "Also, I'm running off of pure adrenaline at the realization that I just met your freaking dad," and then she rests her forehead against Beca's, trying not to burst with excitement.

The puff of air from Beca's laugh spreads across her lips and her breath smells like Spearmint toothpaste. It tastes like it too. "And he likes you already, not that I'm surprised." Beca brushes her thumb along the structure of Chloe's jaw; something she just can't seem to get enough of.

Chloe leans back into her seat to give Beca her space once the sharp pain of the armrest jabbing into her ribcage becomes unbearable and her elbows are cramping from keeping her up at an angle.

"I could get use to being greeted like that more often." Beca shoots her a wink before pulling the seat belt down across her torso, clicking it into the buckle.

"Me too." Chloe smiles despite her post kiss daze and does the same with her seatbelt. "What were you saying before I interrupted you?"

"Oh nothing. I was just asking where we were going to next."

Chloe shifts the truck into drive before pulling away from the house and back onto the street. "I was thinking we could go out to lunch, like we planned, and then after, we could run by the grocery store, pick up some food supplies for dinner?"

Becs nods her head, smiling, "that sounds like a great plan. I'm starving." She pats her stomach. "I was busy all morning working with a few of Diplo's tracks so I didn't get the chance to eat."

Chloe's body lights up. "Lucky for you, I have the best place to go! I hope you like hot dogs."

Beca scoffs at this, "like? More like love hot dogs. They're just too good."

"Good! There's a food truck that sells the best hot dogs in the city and next to them is an ice cream truck."

"Oh no! Not ice cream!" Beca grabs at her chest dramatically, her cute side making a pleasant appearance Chloe admires.

An incoming call rings through Chloe's truck and when she looks down over at the screen, her mom's name pops up. Chloe raises a finger up to Beca when she accepts the call, letting her know that probably won't take too long and wonders why her mom is calling randomly in the middle of the day without the heads up.

"Hey mom."

"Chloe Anne! When were you going to tell me Beca and you are dating?" Her mother's offended voice blares through the speakers, causing Beca to cover her mouth from laughing. She mouths a "Anne?" And Chloe shrugs her shoulders that her middle name is now something Beca knows about her, annoyed that she'll probably end up teasing about it later.

She regrets even answering the call since she totally forgot to switch her phone's audio settings off the Bluetooth in her truck after talking to Aubrey and now, doesn't know where her phone is to have a private conversation with her mom.

She just hopes that her mom doesn't say anything too embarrassing since Beca can hear literally everything they are saying.

"Your dad wants to know as well!"

"I was going to call you guys but I was busy all morning doing my online classes and homework." Chloe lies. Honestly, she kind of forgot about her parents back home. Not in the bad way though. She just…her mind has been a little too preoccupied with Beca lately, not that she cared.

"Oh that's right." Chloe's mom seems to ease up when hearing this. "Well now that you're done, I think it's safe for me to say you picked a real good one Chloe."

"I know I did." When Chloe looks over at Beca, she can see a slight blush around her cheeks and is chewing on her bottom lip to prevent a smile from bursting through at the compliment.

"You also picked a pretty hot one as well Chlo. You know I'm as straight as an arrow but if girls that looked like Beca went to my college back in the day, I think I would've made an exception because…...phew." Chloe can picture her mom fanning herself with a hand and her face instantly turns red in embarrassment, knowing the girl being spoken about by her mom heard the whole thing and regret comes back again. "I mean those tattoos, the heavy eyeliner, the piercings….I never knew you had a thing for bad girls. Paul was as far away from bad you could get in a man so Beca is a very….very nice transition."

"Please stop…" Chloe pleads, her face hotter than a sauna. Boy, is she praying that somehow her phone gets disconnected or suddenly her mom loses her voice.

Beca is kicking her feet up in amusement hearing this conversation go down and Chloe knows her ego is inflating more and more every time her mom mentions how hot she is.

"What's wrong bear? We always talk about Beca like this. I usually can't shut you up when we get to talking about the infamous, super sexy DJ."

"Oh my God." Chloe would be perfectly fine with jumping in the hole her mother is digging for her and never come out again. "Mom, Beca's here right now." Chloe hears her mom gasp through the phone. "Beca, say hello."

"Hey Mrs. Beale," Beca happily obliges, wearing a dirty smirk on her face the entire time.

"Oh my! I-I….I'm sorry Chlo. I didn't know she is with you. Is she visiting?"

"Well now you do and yes, she flew in Friday and leaves tomorrow."

"Oh I see. Beca, it's nice to meet you! Well, meet your voice, that is. Your sweet….sweet voice."

Becs laughs all while the embarrassment is radiating down to Chloe's kneecaps. She thinks about maybe hanging up on her mom, you know, before she says anything else that makes her want to hide under a rock.

"It's nice to meet you too," Beca says, still smiling.

"When are we going to meet your girlfriend, Chloe? You guys should come down to Tampa sometime soon and I'll talk to your brothers and try to get them down as well. We could go boating at grandpa's lake and go jet skiing."

"Yeah yeah mom, we will see," Chloe rushes out, wanting the call to be over. The idea does sound like a lot of fun and having Beca there sounds even better. But both of them will have busy schedules after this weekend, Beca more so than herself but still. It's going to be hard making time and making time to plan a trip to Florida? Yeah, that could be tough. She doesn't want to think about it now. "I'm going to let you go now okay? We are going to eat. I promise to call you later and tell you more."

"Sounds good dear. You two be safe now."

"We will. Bye mom!"

"Bye!" Beca chips in her farewell.

Disconnecting the call from the screen, Chloe finally has the chance to breathe again. What a show that was. "Well, that's my mother."

"She sounds great." Beca is giving Chloe that warm smile and it's a smile that's genuine. Maybe that wasn't how she expected the first interaction between her girlfriend and mom to go but overall, it feels nice show Beca off to her family.

Even if it was a brief, five minute call.

"So…" Beca dangles for a moment and Chloe catches her eyebrows wiggling and knows what's about to come out of that smug mouth of hers. "You think I'm a bad girl ey?"

Chloe groans loud. Curse her mom for spilling all of her dirty secrets out in the open for Beca to hear. She'll pay for that later. And okay no, Beca Mitchell is everything but a bad girl.

"Zipit, Mitchell," Chloe warns and Beca's smirk only grows wider. She grabs her sunglasses to throw over her eyes, hiding how flustered she is and lightly turns up the volume on the stereo. "Not another peep from you."

Sunday, September 18, 2:14 PM

In record time, they make it back into Atlanta and head straight towards the city to grab some food before going shopping. Beca ends up getting two hot dogs that she eventually scarfs down seconds later and Chloe decides on only one since they're making dinner later and if the fajitas Beca makes live up to her word, she doesn't want to be too full when night comes around.

Beca claims that even though they're pretty easy to make, her's are hands down the best, according to Stacie, who comes from a Spanish background and knows a bad Mexican dish from a good one. Chloe tells Beca she'll be the judge of that and gives her a flirty wink before heading to the ice cream truck, which is next on the list.

Chloe is impressed at how much Beca can fit in her tiny little body as she orders a chocolate, jumbo cone with extra chocolate syrup and turns out being the size of her face. This is the first time Chloe has actually seen Beca eat since lunch with Aubrey she could tell Beca was more than a little bit nervous and at their date, she assumed Beca felt the same.

But now though, there's nothing stopping Beca from pigging out and Chloe thinks it's reassuring to see her less anxious and more comfortable.

"You wanna check Facebook?" Chloe asks, licking the rolling drop of melted strawberry ice cream off the cone before it hits her fingers. She leads them over to the city park nearby where some benches along a small pond are built and they take a seat, enjoying the scenery.

"Oh God. I'm nervous." Beca fumbles out her phone from her pockets, trying to be as graceful as possible so her sticky fingers from the ice cream don't touch her screen.

Giggling at the all the cuteness that makes up Beca , Chloe sees enough of Beca juggling and happily helps the girl out. Grabbing the phone, she hands Beca a packet of wipes she happens to carry in her satchel and watches her clean the ice cream off her fingers.

"Thanks."

"You eat like a three year old." Chloe giggles when she finds chocolate at the corner of Beca's mouth before using the same wipe to clean it off. "The cutest three year old though."

"Not my fault. It's hot outside and the ice cream is melting." Beca defends, ignoring Chloe's 'surrree' and crumbles up the wrappers in her hand. "You wanna check this?" She lifts her phone up and Chloe nods her head.

Looking in her bag until she finds her phone, she takes it out and switches her notification settings back on. Luckily, the comments from this morning have already calmed down and only a few banner at the top of her screen.

In unison, Beca and her click onto Facebook and aren't too surprised when they see a red, hundred plus bubble sitting on the little globe icon at the top of their profiles, knowing for sure they have comments and likes up the ass.

Overwhelming is Chloe's first feeling once she clicks under her new relationship status post and sees almost 400k likes and 10.6k comments that only seem to be increasing gradually. For the most part, all of the comments are sweet, besides the typical haters who can't even hide their amount of jealousy behind the screen.

The next feeling she experiences is excitement when she sees the name Warren Mitchell listed under all the friend requests she has.

Already Facebook friends with the dad, score!

Accepting without a flinch, keeping her giddiness under the covers, she moves on.

"This is crazy babe." Chloe scrolls down the list of comments, mostly all of them have "Bechloe is real" written and she laughs because never has she had a ship name before. Actually, all of this is something she never had before. The attention, fans, hundreds of friend requests, follows on Instagram. It is all so new to her but nonetheless is it not exciting to experience.

For Beca though, all this seems to be something that happens a lot for her, especially with the music she uploads and has been dealing with fans for years now, so she doesn't nearly seem as surprised as Chloe is. She is still smiling though, reading out loud the comments that makes her laugh and this only warms her heart a little bit more than it already was.

"I don't know how I feel about all these guys calling you hot though." Beca jokes with hidden bitterness behind the words. "They do at least back it up by calling me lucky which, duh…I am."

"I think I'm the lucky one, according to my comments, and I have to agree with them." Chloe counters with a wink and clicks out of Facebook to look somewhere else.

Instagram is a different story on the other hand.

And since Chloe's profile is public to anyone and everyone to see, when she logs, she notes that her followers basically tripled since the last time she checked. She also catches an orange box under "photos of you" and sees the picture of Beca and her kissing at the drive in pop up on her screen. At least now she understands why she has many followers.

Seriously, she is a twenty away from 300k.

That is insane.

"I like this pic." Chloe stares at the picture for a good while before actually saying something and then saves the photo into her library so she can make it her wallpaper later.

It brings back memories from the night-last night, and she still feels the euphoria from how she felt when Beca dropped her off at home. The date felt like one from a fairytale.

Beca tears her eyes away from her phone to look over at Chloe's and notices the picture. "Oh, me too." She smiles, putting her hand over Chloe's and misses the jolt of electricity that shocks Chloe after her hand is there.

Chloe shakes it off though, clicking out of her phone after taking one last glance at all the comments and shoves it back into her satchel.

Beca is quiet when she is still reading all the things written from fans on her phone and it gives Chloe time to think.

"I can't believe you're leaving tomorrow." Chloe's voice lowers and her energy drains. She never wanted to bring this up just yet, but being here with Beca, knowing that when tomorrow comes, they'll just end up talking through text again is unwanted reminder that's eating her alive.

A frown makes it to Beca's mouth and her jaw is clenching. Chloe doesn't know how her eyes are reacting because of the Ray Bans that cover them but she knows that they show signs of sadness by the scrunch in her brows. Beca twists her body and her leg bends at the knee when she lifts it to rest on the bench next to Chloe. Beca grabs her hands before speaking.

"Let's not talk about tomorrow." Her voice comes out weak and it's almost enough to shatter Chloe's heart. "I want to enjoy every second of today with you and not worry about tomorrow. I just wish I could freeze time, you know?"

Chloe gives her a sheepish smile, not trusting her voice because she knows if she talks, she will probably end up doing something equally as embarrassing. Just like always.

So, she nods her head, muting out all painful thoughts about tomorrow and pushes them to the back of her head where when the time comes, she'll resurface them. But for now, in this moment, Beca is all that she cares for.

Sunday, September 18, 3:03 PM

As they shop, Chloe couldn't put a finger on why today felt so different. Her and Aubrey would always go grocery shopping on the weekends, pick out whatever items they needed for the house and though Chloe isn't much of a fan despite her love for getting out of the house, she couldn't stand nor have the patience to stand waiting in those outrageous lines and walking in and out of aisles in search for food.

Her preferred scene takes place mostly at the mall where she'd spoil herself to a couple pairs of outfits and or shoes to match. Maybe some new jewelry if she really wants to empty out her bank account. That kind of shopping is something she enjoys.

But as she pushes a basket to follow closely behind Beca, who is reading off a list of ingredients they need for dinner in her hand, she couldn't help but think about how much fun she is having.

And maybe it was the thought of engaging in something so domesticated with Beca that made shopping enjoyable and her heart race but whatever it is, she liked it.

A lot.

During their shop, they go around trying all the free samples and maybe sneak by a second time for another round. They steal grapes out of the plastic bags, "checking" to make sure they're crunchy and juicy before they end up buying them-even though they weren't on the list.

Chloe tries to help by picking out the brand name salsa and Beca slaps her hand before she can throw it in the cart, telling her that there is absolutely no different taste when it comes to generic and brand name foods, plus it is a Hell of a lot cheaper. Chloe after hearing this just rolls her eyes with a shake to her head while Beca scavenges for the rest of food on the list.

And all while this happens, Beca still takes the time to wrap her arms around Chloe's waist from behind every once in awhile, a little reminder that she loves her since the basket occupied both of Chloe's hands so holding them is out of the options.

It's a small gesture, one that Chloe shouldn't be swooning over as much as she is but the mild, public affection is something to make her light headed. It's under Beca's grasp that makes her feel loved.

After finding the last thing on the list, they walk towards a register, picking out the one with less people and less items to scan.

Chloe pays for the food after arguing back and forth with Beca as a group of teenagers holding packets of junk food and Mountain Dew watch them intently from behind. She wins the battle by telling Beca if she plans on cooking all night, the least Chloe could do is pay for the food and also do the dishes.

But that will come later.

So, being defeated, Chloe slides her card through the machine once everything is bagged and Beca is already starting to put them back into the basket. They almost make it out to the truck until a group of the different teenagers come to them, recognizing Beca from the Internet and asks for a picture.

Once they leave, fangirling and all, Beca tells Chloe that she usually doesn't get noticed a lot in California because she likes to stay behind the curtains, hating all the attention. When she does end up running into a fan, they ask for a picture or a Snapchat video, nothing too out of the blue.

But now that she is featured on Atlantic's Twitter with Diplo and Skrillex, her name is getting out there in the world of fame and her face is becoming more familiar.

Chloe thinks it's all pretty neat and when she is even wanted in the picture with Beca and the fans, confirming that she is in fact the Chloe Beale Beca is now in a relationship with, she gets a small taste of what Beca goes through and it's equally thrilling as it is absurd.

After the little celebrity moment Beca had, they proceed to pack the truck and head back to Chloe's to start cooking.

Sunday September 18, 3:58 PM

Chloe unlocks the door to her house and Tank, being the professional welcomer he is, runs across the tile to jump up and lick her face, greeting her home and she's happy that she decided to wait to grab the groceries because if she had them, they would've been thrown all over the floor.

She pushes him away eventually once his excitement cools down and he settles by running around in circles, prancing up and down with his tongue poking out of his mouth.

"Is he always this….excited?" Beca cautiously rubs Tank behind his ears before he flips to his back and Beca scratches up his stomach.

"When he misses his momma, yes." Chloe answers, hanging her satchel up on the rack and moves her sunglasses to the top of her head. "Isn't that right baby?" She cooes in her best baby tone, smushing his face together and drops a kiss over his wet nose. This only excites Tank even more and before Beca can react, he's up again, giving her face a full on bath with his tongue.

She squeals and tries to push the dog off, "ugh! Gross!" Chloe laughs at Beca's attempts to block her face from Tank's licks but failing completely. She knows that maybe she should help Beca before she is smothered by her dog but part of her is saying to just leave it because there is nothing cuter than watching her girlfriend and dog interact.

Having mercy on the girl, "Tank! Heel!" she orders in her best teacher voice and immediately, Tank obeys. She grabs him by the collar and pulls him out to the back yard so he doesn't get in the way while they cook.

Beca's wiping off the saliva from her cheeks with the backs of her hands when Chloe comes back dog free and receives a unimpressed scowl, knowing exactly Chloe purposely instigated that scene.

She won't admit that though.

"That horse needs to be controlled." She huffs and puffs like the big bad wolf, crossing her arms above her chest.

"Oh quit being such a baby." Chloe walks over to Beca and wraps her hands around her waist, ignoring the fact that Beca smells like dog's breath when she's close enough to get a whiff. "Let's get you situated. Shall we?" Placing a kiss over Beca's furrowed brows, she takes her hand and brings her up the stairs to her bedroom.

"Um, so like…" Chloe stops at the top of the stairs when she hears the timidness in Beca's tone. "Do I sleep in Aubrey's room or…? The couch?"

Chloe ends up laughing because that was just silly. She taken back though when Beca doesn't join.

Wait, was she being serious?

"What do you mean?" Chloe cocks her head to the side, studying the the hand rubbing on the back of Beca's neck and lack of eye contact as a sign she picked up when Beca is feeling uncomfortable. Chloe knows she is nervous but doesn't understand why.

"I mean, unless we don't plan on sleeping tonight, I kinda need a bed to sleep in." Kicking the imaginary ball on the ground with her foot, she doesn't dare to look up at Chloe.

Okay, she definitely wasn't kidding.

"Uh, yeah. That bed would be mine." Chloe answers simply, using her thumb to point at the closed door over her shoulder.

"Seriously?" And then Beca is stuttering out mouthful of incoherent nonsense that really don't make any sense at all and Chloe doesn't know what has gotten into her. Why is she acting this way?

"I didn't know if you would be comfortable sharing a bed this early or like, whatever." It then makes sense and Chloe's love for the girl only skyrockets after hearing this because if Beca thinks she is spending the night in a room other than Chloe's, she has another thing coming. That thought of boundaries is sweet and it makes Chloe feel respected-though Beca doesn't have anything to worry about.

"Beca, you're my girlfriend. Of course you're sharing a bed with me, were you raised in a barn?" Relieved that Beca chuckles and her body starts to relax, "actually, girlfriend or not, you'd end up sharing a bed with me regardless because I love to cuddle," Chloe winks playfully. "I thought I already told you this?"

Shrugging sheepishly, "I guess I forgot."

"Well, now you know." Chloe nudges Beca's shoulder before grabbing her hand and pulling her the rest of the distance into her room.

Beca sets her duffle bag on the bed and kicks off her shoes. Chloe watches her scan the room, acting like she hasn't been here before when she traces every lone object on her drawer and smiles at the few picture frames on the desk.

Eventually after admiring the girl at her doorway for a tad bit too long, Chloe speaks, "so, you wanna get started on cooking?" And Beca nods her head before following Chloe down the stairs to retrieve the groceries from outside.

Sunday September 18, 4:20 PM

Chloe bounces down the stairs after retrieving a Beat Pill speaker from her room so they can enjoy some music while they cook and says that music is acceptable no matter what they are doing and where they are at. "One Dance" by Drake is the first to come on through shuffle when she connects her phone and already, she feels her hips move on instinct.

"Good one, Beale." Beca smirks over her shoulder where she is cutting bell peppers and the kitchen is beginning to smell heavenly. She turns up the volume and sets her phone down.

"I love to dance." Chloe gushes with a smile and small hop to the balls of her feet but Beca is so focused on cooking that she doesn't see.

"You do?" Beca's voice drips sarcasm and without even looking at her, Chloe can see the shit eating grin through the back of her head like x-ray vision. "I'm not much of a dancer." Beca is too busy washing the next set of peppers under the sink to notice Chloe shaking her head in disbelief.

A body like that, shouldn't go to waste. If she's not much of a dancer, Chloe promises she'll change that after she gets her hands on her.

She leans her elbows on the counter, her hand holding her chin up and fastens her attention over to the chef.

And there's something about watching Beca cook that is so intoxicating she wouldn't mind watching Beca in this habitat for hours on end.

The intense focus, how she scratches her nose with the back of her forearms because her hands are wet with pepper juice and shredded chicken. How every now and then she takes a eats of the chicken to test the seasoning and makes sure she applied enough. Or how she has her hair up in a loose ponytail and Chloe can see every muscle in her neck straining under her pasty skin.

It's this entire show and Drake's melodic voice through the speaker that makes Chloe lose all control of her body and then she finds herself reaching out around Beca to connect her hands from behind.

"Remember that night where I promised you one dance when I finally meet you?" she whispers soothingly in Beca's ear, loving the way the tips start to glow with red and she wonders if her face is reacting the same way. Unable to form words, which at a different time, Chloe would tease about, Beca nods and her smile stretches where it's grazing against the side of Beca's face. "I think now is a great...time for that."

She moves her hands to grip at Beca's waist, coincidentally when the exact lyrics flood through the kitchen and helps sway them in rhythm with her's. "Strength and guidance, all that I'm wishing for my friends." Chloe sings softly in Beca's ear before retracting her hands away and turns her back away, not knowing if Beca is watching.

She rolls her hips in sync with the beat, each move looking so natural and she thanks Aubrey for always dragging her to those free salsa classes during college because right now, the Shakira moves are coming in clutch.

"Soon as you see the text, reply me, I don't wanna spend time fighting, we've got no time." Chloe's not even looking and can feel the power of Beca's eyes bore at her lower half that's twisting and swaying to the beat. Turning around to get a glance for herself, she wants to giggle when she sees the dumbfounded look on Beca's face and for a brief moment she thinks the girl might of went into shock.

Maybe Beca is not even breathing and she should be a lot more worried than what she is. But this stunned behavior from Beca only encourages her to dance with more urgency and purpose and soon, she yanks on Beca's hand, brushing off the fact her hands are wet and a tad bit cold from the water and uses Beca's front like a backboard to grind her backside against, pulling her closer by the neck when she reaches back.

She arches her back, twirls her hips in a way that should be illegal and she flips her hair to the side-mostly because she got a chunk of it caught in her mouth, not because she was trying to be sexy- but when Beca's voice hitches from behind at the new skin on her neck, she tells herself she did it on purpose.

Anyone who would walk in on this, for example, Aubrey let's say, she'd probably think it is the strangest thing ever to be caught doing. Two people, just casually grinding on each other in the middle of the kitchen like they are downtown at a twenty one and up club. Chloe can't seem to care though, at how unnatural this may look because-it took a while to find some courage-but Beca is beginning to dance behind her with the help from her hands and Chloe is loving every damn second of it.

Beca's breathing comes out as pants now, more labored, hitting the area underneath Chloe's ear, just behind her jaw and it prickles Chloe's insides. Maybe they shouldn't be doing this. Maybe they should be focusing on cooking, like they originally planned to do before they spill or burn something. But the tightness of Beca's grip on either side of Chloe's waist and the way her lips brush against the side of Chloe's neck has no become more important than cooking.

And it's when Beca's hands slide up Chloe's stomach, hovering just over her rib cage that she thinks fuck fajitas right now, Chloe wants Beca for dinner.

Dirty, she knows.

But oh so true.

The timer to the microwave goes off, scaring the both of them out of their skin until they scramble apart breathless and Chloe doesn't know if it's because she just had a heart attack, or because of Beca's hands and where they were at on her body seconds ago. She's a little more than disappointed that their moment got cut short. The song was really building, allowing them to let loose, especially Beca. But all fun soon comes to an end, probably for the best because she wouldn't really know how to come out clean and tell Aubrey she burned down the house while dancing with Beca in a fragile way.

That would not be good.

So, she clears her throat and resumes her position back at the counter to watch Beca again.

Beca manages to finish cutting the rest of the peppers before throwing them in the crockpot with the chicken and moving on to the onion next. Despite her previous state, she looks balanced and less…..flustered than before, which is impressive because for Chloe, she can still feel Beca's body heat pressed up against her back and doesn't know when it will go away, or if it will go away.

"You have a lovely voice," she says, slashing the knife through the onion on the cutting board. "And can dance pretty fucking well."

"Music teacher and all." Chloe shrugs, glad she is able to regain herself so quickly. "Plus, acapella alumni post captain present," she coughs up her best soldier tone, saluting a single arm when Beca turns her head around.

She snickers and the stinging scent of the onion is already misting her eyes, Chloe notes by the redness.

"I know my dancing is pretty good but nothing worth crying over, love."

"Shut up," Beca grumbles through a sniffle and notices Chloe staring back at her from the table, not moving. "You going to sit there and watch me all day or are you going to help?"

Getting up with a roll to her eyes, "I mean, I guess I could help. It's the least I could do even though watching you is so much better." Chloe heads over to the stove where Beca is standing to await her orders around the kitchen.

Beca starts by telling her she bought some Spanish rice and tortillas that are still in the bag on the counter and that she could start helping by warming them up so they're ready to go when the meat is done. Chloe, living up to her word about never cooking around the house and not knowing a damn thing she is doing, has to get walked through step by step because she is positive without Beca's help, the rice would end up burning to charcoal, or she'd put too much water in the pan, causing it to bubble up and overflow and that's something she wants to avoid at all costs.

Tonight is one of those nights where she plans on not ruining dinner, like she has done so many other times in the past.

Eventually after clear instructions, she cooks the rice until it's a golden brown and adds the seasoning and tomatoes as the last touch before setting the timer for thirty minutes. Warming up the tortillas is the easy part, Chloe thinks, because all she has to do is put a stack on a plate, put a paper towel over them and stick them in the microwave to heat.

After all this is done, Chloe feels proud at her work, even though Beca had the harder part of the dinner but you know what? Whatever. It is fun to participate in this cooking thing and doing it for the first time with Beca makes it even better.

Both of them sit and wait at the kitchen table for the rice to cook, music playing softly in the background and Beca loads up the files of inprogress mixes that she's working on and asks Chloe for her opinion about what she thinks so far.

Chloe, of course, tells her that she thinks they're great, just like she always tells Beca when she shows off her songs and that Diplo is going to love them. She also gets lost in the way Beca talks so passionately about music and how she trying to explain all the savvy DJ terminology but all Chloe gets out of it is a foreign language. What she does understand though is how beautiful Beca is.

Not that she didn't already know this before.

What adds to her beauty-which Chloe didn't even think was possible-is the sweet sound of her voice when - ironically- Justin Bieber's voice echoes through the kitchen and "Where Are U Now" plays on the speaker as she sings along quietly. Chloe thinks she feels the world stop by the raw talent of her voice and already before this, she knew Beca had some pretty pipes impressive on her. But hearing it in person is a whole different story and she swears the wind gets sucked right from her lungs the longer she is serenaded.

Beca fiddles around on her laptop, not noticing how much her voice is affecting Chloe. It isn't until another voice joins her when she tears her gaze away from her screen to hear Chloe harmonizing perfectly.

She gets hypnotized by Beca's eyes, lost in Beca's voice and every twitch of Beca's mouth, or the bulging veins in Beca's neck. And all other sounds start to drown out in Chloe's head and all she can hear is the mixture of Beca's powerful alto and Chloe's high soprano voice.

If their voices decided to join Tinder, or any other ridiculous dating app, they'd be a match for sure.

When there isn't anymore lyrics to sing, "you still thinking of doing vocals for Diplo's album? Chloe says. Beca is out of her damn mind if she declines that offer because her voice is something the world should be able to hear.

It truly is a gift.

"I don't know yet." Beca smiles shyly. "Stacie, my mom and now you are the only ones I actually feel comfortable singing with. I don't show off my voice often."

Chloe's heart takes a pretty big hit with this, honored that she is one of the people Beca feels most comfortable with and she finds it hard to not show how large it's swelling. It's almost impossible to think Beca had this shield up for so long, blocking out anyone in sight at the possibility of getting close but when Chloe is the one around, she has only been reeled in closer. Not pushed away.

"If I do end up featuring on Diplo's album, Ed Sheeran already called dibs on me for one of his." Beca laughs and it's nice to see her thinking thoughtfully about this.

The timer goes off, letting know the food is ready and Beca is up and out of her seat preparing the food to chow down on before Chloe can even react. Beca urges Chloe to come make her plate because she is starving and she can feel her stomach eating itself.

And it's then when she thinks how much of a keeper Beca is, one second she's pouring her heart out, the next she's stuffing her face.

Like she said before, and she'll probably say it again, she is one lucky gal to have a rare gem like Beca all to herself.

Sunday September 18, 6:04 PM

After making their plates and Chloe going out to the back to let Tank in, feeding him as well, they all gather around the kitchen table and talk about everything there is to talk about. Beca occasionally feeds Tank under the table without Chloe noticing-or so she thought- and she can't help but get the "family vibe" while she's eating.

And this vibe is enough to make her stomach flip inside down-in the good way- as she eats.

Beca goes off on a story about this one time Stacie and her took a Spring Break trip to Cancun and ended up getting food poisoning from a Mexican restaurant down there, and since then, the both of them haven't been caught eating out at a public Mexican place, scared that if they do, they'll end up getting sick again.

This was of course hard for Beca to stick with since her obvious love for Mexican food but after searching google, Pinterest and watching endless sessions of the Food Network, she and Stacie have conquered a ton of recipes to make for themselves without actually going out.

Hence why her fajitas were absolutely amazing and left Chloe wanting more and more until she felt like her stomach was going to explode.

It's around seven thirty when they finish eating. They split cleaning the kitchen; Chloe washes the dishes while Beca dries, even though she cooked and Chloe didn't want her to do dishes too because of all her hard labor over the stove but she put her foot down, out beating Chloe's pleas to relax and helped out.

Now, after packing up the food and turning off the lights in the kitchen to go upstairs, Beca is laying down on Chloe's bed, exhausted, with Tank sleeping all up in her crotch and Chloe wants to snap a picture because this moment is absolutely too precious not to treasure.

Beca acts like she doesn't like Tank but this view proves that it's all an act and she actually likes him a lot otherwise, she would've kicked him somewhere else to sleep.

Taking out her phone, she sneaks a picture unnoticed since Beca's eyes are closed and joins them on the bed when she gets one that she likes. Beca eyes flutter open at the dip in the bed, they're heavy and she gives Chloe a lazy half grin.

"Tired?" Chloe's uses her fingers to brush the hair over Beca's face behind her ear and sees her eyes floating close again.

"Mm no." Beca is still smiling though her eyes are shut and her words sound like just a bunch of mumbles with the amount of sleep lacing them. Chloe knows Beca is lying; the girl can barely keep her eyes open.

She laughs when Beca forces herself to sit up, stretching her eyes wide to keep them open this time and she kinda wants to kick Tank off the bed because where he's at is making it impossible for her to cuddle Beca.

Totally not "wingdog" material that's for sure.

"Thanks for dinner." Chloe finds a comfortable position around the dog sprawled out in between Beca's legs, resting her head on Beca's shoulder and wraps her arm in place over her stomach. "It was really good."

"Anytime." Beca drops a kiss on top of Chloe's head and she feels Beca's hand move drop to her side. "I hope you learned a few pointers so you could make yourself useful around the house."

"Hey now!" Chloe smacks Beca's stomach when she laughs, causing her to flinch underneath. "I am useful." She smacks Beca again when she's rewarded with a teasing eye roll. "Now that I have you in my life do I really need to cook? I thought we had an agreement; I would do laundry and dishes if you cook."

"Hm, I guess you're right."

"Exactly."

A peaceful silence washes over, just them simply enjoying each other's company while tangled in one's embrace. It isn't until Beca breaks the silence by asking, "you want to pull an all nighter?" that Chloe lifts her head to see is if she was being serious and when she the daring glint in those dark blues she knows Beca was being dead serious.

"You have a busy day tomorrow." Chloe honestly wants nothing more than to stay up all night with Beca, enjoying the last bit of time she has left with her but she doesn't want Beca to walk around the airport like a zombie from the lack of sleep and high level of fatigue all day.

Plus, it's only around eight and she is already fighting herself from going to sleep, so how she thinks she'll be able to survive a handful more of hours is beyond Chloe.

"I do have a busy day but also, I have to spend five hours on a plane and what better to do on a giant metal death trap than to sleep?" Okay, touche Beca, touche. "Wasn't it you who wanted to know the next time I play owl?" She raises a challenging brow. Chloe recalls her saying this when they first started talking after finding out Beca did this the first night they talked.

"I mean…. yeah."

"So how bout tonight? We don't have to go to sleep and we can watch movies all night or listen to music or simply just talk all night long, I really don't care. I just want to spend the time I have left with you right," Beca concludes with loving eyes that makes it hard to look in. All these options sound more than perfect, not caring that sleep isn't one, and Chloe finds herself agreeing to this with a nod.

If staying up all night grants her more time to spend with Beca, that is something she is willing to give up in a heartbeat.

Sunday September 18, 11:23 PM

Chloe finds out that all she has to do with Beca in helping her stay awake is to put in a couple of scary movies and doing this, it works like a charm, similar to chugging a energy drink or a couple cups of coffee. There's no way now Beca is going to sleep anytime soon.

Tank ends up finding a seat towards the end of Chloe's bed once Beca starts screaming at the jumpscares, not liking the amount of flinching Beca is doing. Chloe could care less with him gone because now, Beca is cradled in her arms with the sleep shirt she changed into not too long ago is up to her eyes and face buried deep in Chloe's neck as she peeks through a squinted eye while watching Nightmare on Elm Street.

"There's three things wrong with these types of movies. One, they're disgusting. Like seriously, why do directors insist on so much blood and guts? Two, do they purposely find the worst actors and actresses on the planet who are atrocious at fake crying? Three, are the directors also trying to give the viewers a heart attack because shit, majority of these movies are terrifying!"

"That's the point of scary movies, Becs." Chloe can only laugh at what Beca is saying and laughs even harder when another jump scare on the screen startles her out from her skin.

Luckily for Beca, the movie ends and Chloe thinks she's reached her peak of paranoia for the night. She turns on a more happy movie for the sake of Beca's well being and finds herself not only missing the entire movie playing but also finds herself watching Beca instead.

"You're freaking me out," Beca says, feeling the power behind Chloe's eyes and she wonders how long she has been staring before getting caught. Then, Beca giggles- like actually giggles, and Chloe thinks for a brief second that her bloodstream just got reversed.

What happens next is more of a blur, one moment she's staring at Beca from the side and then the next she's hovering over Beca, smashing their lips together in a bruising kiss and she doesn't know exactly why this change of events occurred, or what triggered her body to react the way it did.

Maybe it was all the happiness catching up with her as she is positive that today was the best day of her life. Or maybe it was the vivid memory of Beca's hands being all over her body when they danced in the kitchen and she only wants to feel that fire again. She's not entirely sure.

But what she does know is that the kiss takes no time at all before it goes from innocent to sinful, and Beca's hands show no hesitation in sneaking up her Guns N' Roses shirt while their tongues knot together, all while Beca is releasing tiny moans into her mouth when fingernails scratch across her stomach muscles.

And Chloe swears she's never heard sounds this rousing come from another person's mouth before until she heard them come from Beca.

Her head is becoming fuzzy and she feels hot all over, especially under Beca's touch where it melts her skin. Fingers- eight and two thumbs to be exact- splay over every inch of her skin. But when those fingers dancing along her stomach take a direct route to slip just barely under the bra she happens to be wearing, she feels like her body is on the verge of exploding.

Beca sucks at the skin on her lip and the overflowing courage the girl suddenly has makes her slip out a throaty moan before she has the chance to even catch it.

And then Chloe's on a downward, spiral of pure ecstasy when Beca gropes at her chest, leaving her panting a line of curse words in a volume barely above a whisper into Beca's curving mouth and any other time, she'd be appalled by her vulgar language but now, with the caressing Beca's hands are doing, she just doesn't give a flying fuck.

She arches her back into Beca's palms where they mount underneath her t-shirt, keeping an equally steady pace between twisting and pinching and it's all too much yet at the same time not enough. God, good doesn't even come close to how this feels.

Wanting more, she lifts one hand off the bed where it's pressed near the side of Beca's head, not able to lift both without falling face first into Beca due to no support keeping her up and snakes the hand underneath Beca's shirt to join all the fun.

Goosebumps rise under her hand where it travels up Beca's stomach, unaware that her hands always seem to be cold no matter how warm she is. Beca's stomach is toned surprisingly and she takes her time tracing each outline of abs she can reach. Then when she's done, the smooth skin of Beca's stomach is replaced with the swell of her breast and Beca is the one doing all the moaning now, lucky that she didn't have to go through the fumbling process of the extra piece of clothing when she realizes Beca is braless.

Chloe has a hard time keeping up with the kissing while trying to not freak out over the fact she is half feeling Beca up and wishes that she could use both her hands because it would probably emit some more noises from Beca that are hands down, the sexiness noises she has ever heard.

She has to stop though, even when her body is screaming not is moving all too fast and yes, she'd love to take her relationship with Beca to the next level but there's still this reminder going off in her head that this has been the farthest she has ever gone with a girl before. It wasn't everyday she got to touch a pair of tits that weren't her's.

Beca is also leaving tomorrow and couples who go through long distance relationships should want to be intimate with their partner because they don't know when they'll get the chance again. But sex for Chloe is scary, especially with a girl since it would be her first time.

She wants to make sure that her relationship with Beca is more than just sex, not saying that she thinks it is or whatever. Explaining it is hard honestly.

Of course, once sex is in the equation, she wants nothing more than Beca to be her first. But right now, it just isn't the time. She'll probably hate her decisions when tomorrow comes around but that's something she'll deal with later.

She removes her mouth from Beca's and can already tell her lips are swollen. Beca's are too when she opens her eyes and they have to take time to themselves to regain their breathing back to normal. She also retracts her hand back in view and notes that Beca's pupils are blown, showing not even a sliver of blue under the dim lights in her room.

"I'm sorry," Chloe apologizes when she is able to form words again and nothing is making her not feel like the world's biggest asshole because she was the one to fuel what just went down.

But you know when you go to a fast food place hungry and get big eyed, ending up ordering more food than you can eat? That's how she felt, thinking she could go farther with Beca when in reality, she wasn't-isn't ready yet.

"Why are you sorry?" Beca quirks a brow, her voice is low and sexy and Chloe has to clench her fists not to attack her again.

She takes a deep breath and exhales, "I don't think I can go any further tonight and I feel like a total dick because I lead you on." And lowers her head for a second before Beca takes a hand out from under her shirt to hold her cheek back in place where they are looking into eachother's eyes.

"Don't be sorry for not being ready for…that. Yes, it will take a little time for my to regroup and my body temperature to return back to normal but it's alright, Chlo." She smiling and that's a good sign right? "I don't wash to rush you. When you're ready, let me know. I'm not going anywhere."

Thinking Beca is absolutely sweeter than sugar, Chloe bites her lip, "thank you." She kisses Beca's palm where it holds her cheek before laying down to rest her chin over Beca's sternum.

"Was it only me, or did you feel weird making out in front of your dog?" Beca cautiously questions, glancing over to Tank at the end of the bed who sure enough, is watching them intently.

Chloe giggles, "you're a dork. No I didn't feel weird. I actually kind of forgot he was there to be honest."

"Why is he just staring blankly at us?" Beca points. "He knows."

"Oh my God, Beca. He's a dog." Chloe's giggles turn to full laughs and she gets up from the bed to start another movie for them to watch. Beca is still going on about how Tank knew exactly what they were doing and that they shouldn't be filling his head with x-rated images and Chloe shuts her up with a more G-rated kiss and tells her to watch the movie before she orders Tank to bite her.

Thankfully, it ends up working.

Monday September 19, 8:34 AM

The sun rises rather quickly as the clock counts down, hours feeling like seconds and seconds basically nonexistent.

Neither of them slept the previous night, not wanting to waste a second of the time they had left with each other and before they knew it, after a night of just talking and watching movies, the day both of them were dreading the most is now right in front of them.

When morning comes around and they finally get out of bed, Beca cooks Chloe breakfast and they eat together on the couch while watching poorly scripted dating shows on MTV. It isn't until noon comes around while they are piled up on top of each other, Beca combing through Chloe's hair where she lays on her stomach and she is going off on rants about how fake and unrealistic these dating shows are that they have to get ready so Chloe could drop Beca off at the airport before she ended up missing her flight.

Not that Chloe would mind. That'd at least leave her with more time to spend with Beca and she wouldn't have to say goodbye. She'd just be stuck in Georgia and maybe Chloe would come up with an elaborate plan to kidnap her, keeping Beca all to herself just like she wishes it could be.

Forever.

But some wishes are just too much to ask for. This wish being one of them.

The entire drive over to the airport is silent. Neither one of them is talking and there isn't much laughing going on like there usually is with them. There's no music is playing in the background.

It's just noiseless.

And this lack of conversation should pick at Chloe's skin because she for one hates silence when around other people but it's not. Even if she wanted to talk, she couldn't because she knows if she tries, she'd end up crying, not trusting her emotions completely at the painful realization of where they're heading.

The thing that makes her feel at ease though is the fact that Beca hasn't let go of her hand since they first left the house. And she keeps it close to her heart and brushes her thumb against the back of Chloe's hand soothingly as a reminder that, "hey, I'm not mad at you, I just don't want to leave," and that's enough to leave Chloe at peace.

The time it takes to drive to the airports flies by.

Beca takes her duffle bag out of the back once they make it to the passenger drop off and Chloe shouldn't be walking her inside because 1). The terminal isn't really a parking lot and could get towed by the time she comes back out and 2). Walking Beca in until they reach security will only make it that much harder to say goodbye.

But not ready to leave just yet and not wanting to let go of her hand, she walks Beca into the airport and waits for her to print out her boarding pass from the machine connected with Delta.

Security appears in front of them faster than Chloe can even blink and she starts to think they teleported over here by how fast they made it and all Beca has to do is look at her before she feels the tears welling in her eyes and it isn't until Beca brings her in for a hug, they start to pour out one by one.

She hears Beca crying too and it makes the tears pour harder when she feels Beca's body shake against her own.

"When will I see you again?" Chloe croaks this about and it's almost inaudible by the sobs she has to choke back in order for her to speak.

"Soon, baby," Beca answers, the first time Chloe hears her voice since this morning and it's weak. She nuzzles her face closer into the space between Chloe's neck and shoulder and holds her even tighter.

Chloe wants to believe Beca. Wants to believe that it won't be long until Beca is back in her arms and she is able to kiss her whenever she wants. But the ringing reminder that it can't always be that easy hits Chloe full force and it scares her.

Chloe thinks they hug for hours until she pulls back, knowing she needed to let Beca go before she doesn't go at all. It took every muscle fiber in her entire body to do so but finally, she is able to see Beca's face. She wipes her eyes to get rid of the tears and sees the airport security and guards patiently waiting, taking it that they see this quite a bit.

"I love you Beca," Chloe swallows the lump in her throat, feeling another set of tears pooling their way by the tickle in her nose.

Beca wipes up her own face and this time Chloe notices that she isn't wearing any make up. "I love you too." And the pure love that is laced in her voice is almost enough for Chloe to pull her back into a hug but she controls herself, knowing that if she gets a hold of Beca again there's absolutely no way she is letting go.

"Text me when you make it through safely and board the plane. You know, the usual." Beca weakly nods her head, rolling her eyes up to the ceiling to stop the tears from falling.

"This isn't goodbye, Beca." Chloe hooks her fingers under Beca's chin to make eye contact again. "It's a see you later." She tries her hardest to smile and she knows it probably comes out ugly, with the way her lip is quivering and her nose is runny because of the crying. But Beca is still looking at her like she's the most beautiful thing on this planet and that look in her eyes is enough to believe her.

Not knowing what else to say, she brings Beca in for one last kiss that's salty from the tears, making sure it's slow enough to savour but strong enough to leave them both gasping for air when they break away.

She places a few lingering kisses over Beca's cheeks, taking her time to really soak in way her skin feels beneath her lips, just in case she forgets what it feels like.

Not that she ever thinks she could.

As hard as it is, she gives a playful tap to Beca's butt, guiding her in the direction to security and gets a watery chuckle in return. She watches Beca make it about a few feet away until Beca is spinning on the heels of her feet when Chloe waves her back over, not done with her quite just yet, and Beca wraps arms around Chloe giving her one last kiss.

This time being true to its word, Beca leaves and Chloe watches her get patted down by security and walk through that weird airport device that takes pictures of you naked. She waves when Beca picks up her carry on after putting her shoes back on that's the last the last time Chloe sees her before she is gone.

Chloe decides she should probably get back to her truck when Beca is no longer in sight. She holds herself together for the most part as she now retraces her steps through the airport, this time though, empty handed. It isn't until she makes it into her truck and drives for a safe distance away from the terminal that she pulls over to the side of the highway and breaks down.

Tears stream down her face into her lap where they hit the top of her thighs and this goes on until she reaches the hiccup stage of crying. With easy breaths, she manages to stop the tears before she ends up getting sick and when she does, her phone vibrates in the cup holder.

Monday September 19 1:15 PM

B: I miss you already.

B: So fucking much.

And then at a finger's snap, thinking she has no more tears left to shed, these messages prove her wrong and bam, she's crying again, hands cupping her eyes as she slams the phone unintentionally hard into the passenger seat.

She's not angry that Beca had to go; she's upset. Upset that things can't be normal for them like the other couples she sees holding hands all the time or walking down the street of her neighborhood. Upset that their relationship has to go back to text messages and phone calls and occasional skype dates. Upset that Beca has to go back to LA where the timezone is different, which means the time Chloe has to talk to Beca is cut off by three full hours.

She is just upset.

And because she is so upset, she can't control her emotions right now.

Beca's gone, and she doesn't know when she'll see her again and that not only makes her upset, it terrifies her.