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Chapter Thirteen: New Arrangements
Wednesday October 5, 12:02 AM
Somehow in the past ten minutes or so, Beca has managed to call Chloe more times than she can count on two hands. It's late; she knows this, especially in Georgia where it's three in the morning. The signs are right there in front, telling her that Chloe is either A). too pissed off to talk to her, or B). probably passed out, sleeping. But her brain isn't connecting with her heart right now and all she wants to do is hear Chloe's voice so she could pour her heart out in apologies.
Also in the process of hitting redial on her phone an illegal amount of times, she sets up a time through Uber so she can leave Stacie here, not wanting to drag her friend out of a pretty rad party, just because she pulled a dick move and stood up her girlfriend.
Getting inside the house is a struggle to say the least. After sitting for so long, the alcohol took the chance and caught up with her like a wrecking ball, making everything and everyone a blurry image. The living room is spinning, the music is abnormally loud as it pulses through her ears and she chats with tons of people who stop her on her mission to give the keys back to Stacie but ends up forgetting the entire conversation moments later.
Half the time she doesn't recall even responding to these people and just pulls out the smile and nod card no matter what they are saying. Really, she could've just signed her life away and not having a single clue.
Scavenging the living room area, she finds Stacie right where she left, still talking to Zedd and some added people she isn't too familiar with. She stumbles her way over, pushing through people and trying her very hardest not to visibly show how intoxicated she truly is.
"Beca!" Stacie catches her first, seeing Beca out of her peripherals. She holds a finger up to Zedd and wraps one of those tree trunks for arms around Beca's shoulders. "What's wrong? Are you okay? You kinda ran out of here earlier."
Beca can see that Stacie is talking to her, not fully able to take in the words since the music is blaring in the background. She does hear something along the lines of asking if she is okay-which she is most definitely not. So, being her classy drunk self, slurs to Stacie that she has called for someone to pick her up and take her back to the apartment, eyes gradually floating shut as she speaks while her body sways.
"Chloe hates me," Beca does slip this out towards the end and receives multiple furrows to the brows around the group standing close enough to hear.
"What?" Stacie asks, suddenly worried if she heard her right. She's not nearly as drunk as Beca currently is (thanks to her ego for dissolving her liver) so she can see Beca's state and starts to shift to mom mode. "Beca, are you okay?"
Beca thinks she shakes her head as a response but isn't too positive.
She is about to give a real answer but her phone chimes off in her hand and there is an alert that her Uber driver just arrived. She doesn't give a verbal response to Stacie's pleas, asking if she is okay and just answers with a sloppy smile and a wave to the hand. Because next thing is, she is teleported from a hot and humid room to a slight breeze and the smell of the post barbeque Diplo cooked up.
Outside, there's a lone Jeep Wrangler with its lights on and she assumes that's her ride, matching the description from when she set up her driver. But there is a small chance since the piles of cars parked next to Diplo's house are there as well and that it could be some rando's car she is currently strutting up to.
God, she hopes this is her ride because if not, she is totally throwing herself into a total stranger's vehicle who's unaware of her presence.
Luckily through her blurred vision, the stranger greets Beca with a welcoming smile before turning the music down in his truck. She catches some old school Yellowcard before it goes silent and she thinks she likes this mystery driver already.
He's on the younger scale of his age, roughly around her age it looks like, possibly just starting out college. He's also pretty cute if you were into that typical, Cali dude surfer guy with like, perfect, semi long, curly, beach blond hair and light blue eyes, just above faint freckles around his nose. The height is there for sure and his skin is almost the exact opposite of Beca's and the golden bronze glows under the overhead lights in his truck when Beca hops in the passenger seat, able to get a good look.
Wait….passenger seat? Why the fuck is she sitting in the passenger seat of a stranger's car who is suppose to be her transportation back?
"Well, this is definitely the first. Backseat not good enough for you?" This guy seems to notice the bizarre choice in seating arrangements as Beca reaches to click the seatbelt across her waist since there's really no going back now. Thankfully, he is laughing and not completely freaked out by Beca already, saving her from the uncomfortable, awkward ride most would cause if seeing this. Putting his truck into drive, "I'm Brad by the way."
Beca already knows this. She remembers all the information she had to go through when scheduling her ride. She also knows his vehicle type and license plate number, so there's that.
"Beca," she returns the greeting anyway and he doesn't waste a second before whipping his neck so fast she thinks he might've pulled something in that general area.
Eyes on the verge of popping out of his socket, "Beca as in Beca Mitchell?" She just stares at him, the words taking longer to reach her senses than normal. "The new music producer working on Diplo's new album? Also, the badass DJ who mixes mashups that take up half my itunes library?"
Oh right. Beca is kind of a thing now. "That'd be me." She tries to add a wink with her signature smirk but regrets it immediately when it comes out sloppy, looking like she just blinked forcefully on purpose. "You listen to my music?" She tries to sober.
"Hell yeah! Your mashups are gnarly! Been a fan since you first started dropping them on YouTube." Beca smiles genuinely at the complements. Still to this day when hearing that her music is being listened to by actual people, it never fails to make her body feel like she's floating. Running into fans is still surreal and Brad here is just adding to that.
"Was that your house? If so, why are you leaving your party and Goddamn….your house is nice."
Thinking about it now, having someone pick her up at a celebrity's house with a group of other celebrities hanging inside probably wasn't the best option, not knowing the level of stalker Brad is capable of. Also, seeing a leak address of Diplo's house all over the web isn't something that's on her bucket list.
So, she lies.
"No uh, it's my friend's house…" she glances around for anything to spark a name, ending up look directly out of the moving truck. "Sky!" she settles on and sees the next street coming up for backup, making it more believable. "Sky Murphy! She's uh, supppper rich and….stuff."
Brad is not only taken back by the sudden change in volume and how invisible beads of sweat are outlining Beca's scalp right now but also her level of fidgeting. She scrunches her nose and closes her eyes, praying that he will either buy her made up, imaginary friend's house or, not ask anymore questions.
If he believes her after that outburst, Hell will be frozen over because damn, she couldn't even fool herself with how unbelievable that sounded.
"That was totally Diplo's house wasn't it?"
Fuck.
Squaring her body and shoulder to face Brad, "I swear to God if you tell any of your friends, or post it on the internet, I'll personally find you, chop your hands off and feed them to the sharks you surf with!"
He raises one hand off the wheel to surrender and has a mixed laugh between terrified and amused. "Whoa. Totally won't do that. I respect celebrities and wouldn't want their peaceful life away from all the cameras to be sabotaged." Beca eases up at this, knowing that maybe she might've been too harsh with her words. She also appreciates that he isn't the type to go flaunting an address of a celebrity on Twitter.
Or at least she hopes.
Fuck, she messed up.
"And second, what makes you think I'm a surfer?" He smirks for a challenge that Beca is more than happy to take.
"First of all, you look like Matthew Mcconaughey's younger brother," Beca starts, only putting a dent into her lists of reasons. "Second, you're literally wearing swim trunks and a bro tank and I bet you anything if it was daylight outside, you'd be wearing a pair of two hundred dollar Ray Bans under that Godly blonde hair of yours." Brad shrugs his shoulders, seeing no route out of this one. "Third, you talk like a stoner, minus the drugs. All you're missing is a pair of flip flops and some sort of puka shells and you're the exact stereotype of a surfer dude."
Just as she finishes saying this, Brad pulls up to a stop sign and lifts one of his legs to show bleach white shells circling his ankle and a pair of leather brown flip flops that are clearly fading in color and beat out of shape.
"Point proven," Beca rolls her eyes as Brad laughs in the driver's seat of his truck, angling back into position to start driving again.
"I don't know whether to be flattered that a famous music producer just insulted my wardrobe, or worried that it actually crashed and burned my self esteem."
Beca laughs, relieved that this guy isn't a total egotistical jerk that cares about his appearance more than life. "Don't worry. It works for you."
"Well apparently not since I've been single for so long it's actually embarrassing."
Embarrassing wouldn't be the proper word Beca would use. Surprising sounds more appropriate. Brad is a good looking guy, with his curly blonde hair, golden tan skin, toned muscles and soothing deep voice. He smells really nice too. So how on Earth is a guy like this single?
Perhaps it was because this dude drives for Uber as an occupation.
"Maybe you should give me some tips since not only do you make sick music but also have girls lining up left and right."
Rollin her eyes, "Ha, no I don't." Actually, Beca reads a lot of very….interesting messages dropped from fans through out social media. And though it's hard to keep up with all these mentions and messages, she occasionally sees those few crude intentions from female fans in particular.
"Well now you don't since a gorgeous redhead took you off the market." Switching his focus between the road and Beca, he throws a wry smile her way. "Chloe right? I remember seeing something on Twitter."
And of course hearing her girlfriend's name, she goes off on a spiel, describing all the amazing qualities of Chloe to a guy she just met not too long ago. She talks forever it feels like and is surprised that Brad listens to every last thing without shutting her up. She even goes for the harsh jabs, claiming that Chloe's truck is better, or his eyes aren't nearly as blue as her's and he just laughs instead of getting all butt hurt.
But talking about Chloe only reminds her about the move she just pulled on her girlfriend, knowing Chloe wouldn't even think twice about ditching their Skype date without at least a heads up.
Brad sees the change in behavior as her shoulders slump and she frowns out the window. "You want to talk about it?" he asks genuinely through the sudden silence filling the truck.
Really, all Beca wants to do is get home and throw her face into one of her bed's pillows and scream until her lungs give out. Plus, talking about something this personal with a stranger isn't something she'd do even sober.
But, she is extremely drunk and uses that as back up when her words starting dripping from her mouth without the chance to stop them.
"Chloe lives in Georgia, I live in California, obviously. I just went down there to visit and it was auhmazing! Then once I was back here, we set up designated times to have Skype dates where we watch movies, or listen to music, and usually end up falling asleep together because when I wake up to go to work, sometimes Chloe's beautiful sleeping form is in that square on my computer screen a million miles away, just sleeping peacefully and I want to reach through the screen and kiss her 'good morning,' but I can't." Brad nods his head, processing everything before Beca continues.
"Experiencing this distance is the hardest thing I've had to do in my entire life. Technology is the one thing that makes it easier and now, just a few hours ago, I had a scheduled Skype date with my girlfriend, who I've been neglecting it feels like because of work and just completely forgot about." Once Beca finishes she is sort of out of breath after spilling that mouthful.
"Yikes." Well that made her feel ten times worse. This isn't something Beca was prepared for as she was expecting maybe a little advice would come her way. Maybe Brad thinks she's doomed too. "I did something like that to one of my ex girlfriends before."
A spark of interest perks up in Beca. "What happened? How did you handle it? Did she dump you? Am I going to get dumped?" she rambles, the level of panic only heightening at the mention of Chloe possibly dumping her.
"No she didn't dump me," he laughs, easing Beca's panic. Oh thank God. "We had dinner reservations for her birthday at a super fancy restaurant down in Los Angeles. I ended up hanging with my boys and total spaced my plans for that night. And before I realized it, that time dinner was suppose to happen was already long gone."
"Was she upset?" Hell, Beca would be livid if whoever she was dating stood her up on her birthday. That's worse than what she did!
"Oh Jesus, I don't think I've ever seen someone as angry as she was when I dropped by her house the next day. I was honestly scared for my life, to be honest, as well as every object she could get her hands on." He chuckles but Beca can see the memory isn't one that he is proud of by the pinch in his brows.
"What did you do?"
"Made it up to her." Brad shrugs. "Getting time for both of us to get into that restaurant again was a lot harder than I would've thought but I proved everyday what a gift she was to me-whether it was taking her to Wendy's, or the fanciest restaurant in California."
Beca looks towards her lap where her thumbs are fiddling with one another, thinking about this for a second.
"Sometimes life gets in the way and there's nothing you can do about it. And unless you make it a frequent thing to do, Chloe can't stay mad forever. From what it looks like through the internet, you two completely moon over each other. Whether it's a good reason or bad for missing your Skype date, be honest and I promise she'll let you explain things."
Like it was planned, Brad pulls up right in front of the given address to Beca's apartment and parks his truck along the sidewalk. He fumbles with his phone to check a price, ending the ride as well. "That'll be thirteen dollars plus ten for the advice." He shoots Beca a wink that informs her he isn't being serious and pulls out her wallet to give him a twenty. She tells him to keep the change before opening the door to get out.
"Thank you again for listening to me ramble about my life problems. I know you didn't have to." Somehow during the ride, Beca has sobered up hugely and can see an image of Brad now minus the blur. "I'm glad I found your 4.9 rating on Uber and stuck with you." She smirks, dangling her legs out of the truck and talking over her shoulder.
"No problem, Beca. Don't forget to rate me when you get inside." He smirks back, with his blinding set of perfect teeth and killer crooked smile. Seriously, how is this kid single? "Before you leave, think you can sign my laptop?"
Beca happily nods her head as he reaches into the backseat to grab his laptop case and pulls out a silver MacBook. Grabbing the handed sharpie she signs, "To the gnarliest surfer dude out there with the best advice -Beca Mitchell."
"Thanks." He smiles appreciatively before placing his bag back.
Beca fully hops out of the truck, feet touching the ground gracefully and shuts the door before waving him goodbye again. Just as she is about to walk up the stairs to her apartment, Brad rolls down his window.
"Maybe next time we could catch some radical waves instead of participating in a therapy session! Possibly with an added redhead to join?" And then he does that weird hand gesture thing with his pinky and thumb, shaking it through the open window, (maybe the name for it is Shaka but isn't too sure) and Beca so called it that Brad is a total surfer dude.
She shakes her head with a laugh and continues her way up the stairs until she makes it to their door.
What a nice kid-even though he looks like a Barbie mixed with a Hollister model.
Wednesday October 5, 12:30 AM
Beca doesn't know exactly how long she has been staring at her phone that's set above the covers of her bed sheets, tapping the purse in her lips with a single finger. She's still in the same clothes from the party, her makeup is borderline a shit show and her hair is all over the place.
But those aren't her main focus right now.
The level of how drunk she was at the party compared to now decreased tremendously-which is nice. But there is still enough alcohol in her system that is making her actions fly on autopilot- which is probably why she decides to call Chloe again, hoping that under a different setting, she'd answer this time.
The phone rings a lot and Beca thinks that it's going to go to voicemail just like it has done the past billion times she called, but then, the rings cut dead and a groggy voice breaks through the silence.
"Beca?"
Not expecting Chloe to actually answer, a planned speech in response flew right over Beca's head at the sound of her voice. Jesus, it might be the alcohol and how it's been awhile since she has heard it, but Chloe's voice sounds heavenly right now.
Even just with one word.
"Beca? Are you there, or did you butt dial me again?"
Beca can't help but to think back to the very first time she had ever heard Chloe's sleep voice and how she was wearing some sort of retainer in her mouth, making all her words come out as a lisp, just like they are now.
"God, you sound adorable." She also can't help but keep this in, not having much of a filter when it comes to Chloe's cuteness-even through the phone.
"Why are you calling me so late? Do you know what time it is?" The tone of Chloe's voice reels Beca back into the seriousness of the conversation and how it doesn't sound like she is in much of the mood to be drowned in complements by Beca. And she frowns when she remembers the main reason why she is calling Chloe in the first place.
A simple reminder of how she is the worst possible girlfriend on the face of this Earth.
"I really...fucked up tonight, Chlo. Fuck, I really fucking fucked up," Beca slurs uncontrollably.
"Are you drunk?"
Shit.
Of course Chloe would be able to tell if Beca drank or not. It was her weird ginger telepathy. Chloe's croaky sleep voice though doesn't sound like she's angry- which is a good sign. A little concerned, but not mad.
She thinks back to Brad's words when he said to be honest with Chloe so, she takes a single deep breath, in through the nose, out the mouth, "yes," and bites her lip, waiting for the yelling to come but it never does.
She hears Chloe exhale a deep breath. "Are you alright?" And Chloe's voice is soft, unlike what Beca was bracing for. The lisp is also gone so it's more clear to hear her.
"No, I'm not alright. I'm angry at myself that I stood you up tonight." Beca frowns, feeling her stomach start to coil at the thought of how Chloe must feel after being forgotten. It's a thought that makes her want to be sick and she doesn't know if it's from the amount of anger she has towards her decisions, or the amount of consumed alcohol she drank throughout the night.
Either way, it makes her want to vomit.
"Beca.." Chloe doesn't even sound the same. It's actually the first time Beca thinks that she has heard Chloe sound this hurt.
"I'm so sorry, Chlo. I even asked for a change in time regarding our date, pushing it back later and still ended up missing it when I promised not to. Fuck, I'm so fucking sorry, Chloe."
She'd do anything to go back in time, rewind until the start of the party and make sure Chloe was her main priority for the night like she said, not alcohol.
"Beca, I get it. You got caught up at the party. Yes, I was a little upset that I waited for an hour until I figured out you wouldn't be logging on but that's only because I missed you."
Beca cringes at the information, feeling that twist in her gut again when Chloe mentions she was waiting alone for Beca for a full hour.
"Your job is your job. There's things you need to do and I'm not going to be the one keeping you from doing that. We are on opposite sides of the country where our schedules don't meet..."
Beca freezes, muting out whatever else Chloe is saying, the worry eating at her skin like acid. She's heard the start of this conversation before and how it ends after watching so many rom coms with Chloe on Netflix. Usually, there's two crying people who have just broken up and not trying to fix whatever problem there is afloat.
Just like there is now.
And that makes Beca's heart thump in her chest, urging to do whatever it takes not to let that happen.
"Please don't break up with me," Beca pleas into the phone, her throat starting to constrict and that burning tingle in her nose that's threatening the tears to pool in her eyes before actually falling. "I-I...I can work on things! I promise to make things right again. You make me so fucking happy and….God, I can't lose you, Chlo. Please don't break up with me."
Chloe stops Beca mid ramble, "Whoa! Baby, I'm not breaking up with you. Where did that come from?" Beca can feel every muscle in her body relax individually and the added pet name lifts the heavy weight up off her shoulders. She still ends up shedding a few tears, mostly because she is honestly relieved that she isn't getting kicked to the curb. She doesn't know where it came from if she is being honest. It all kind of hit her at once and her worries soon out beat her sanity.
"I understand things come up, especially with you and your career. I don't want to be that crazy girlfriend who whines all the time about not receiving enough attention. You give me more than enough."
Beca sniffles while wiping the few tears, pulling the phone away so Chloe can't hear her mess of a state. "Can you at least say how much you hate me for ditching our Skype date tonight?"
"No I will not say that because it isn't true. It hurt a little bit being ditched, I'm not going to lie. But I'm over it. Plus, knowing you, you're already brainstorming ways to make it up to me."
"I may or may not have drunk dialed the flower shop and ordered a bouquet of flowers, a teddy bear with some kind of heart that it's holding and a shit ton of chocolate with a telegram of my apologies that should be there tomorrow with the one day delivery option."
Chloe laughs into the phone, sending a wave of warm tingles down Beca's spine at the melodic noise. She loves when Chloe laughs. And though it hasn't been too long since Beca has last heard it, the sound is still chilling to the ear. "See? I know you too well. Also, you didn't have to do that, Becs. Honestly, it's okay. Everyone makes mistakes."
"I know. I just hate breaking promises and breaking a promise to you is unbearable." The idea that Chloe doesn't hate her is there but also, the idea that she was the cause of Chloe being upset for the night kills.
"And that's what I love most about you, baby."
"Do you forgive me?" Beca chews on her bottom lip, eagerly awaiting Chloe's response.
"Yes I do. What I don't forgive is you interrupting my beauty sleep."
"Oh shit. I forget how late it is there." Now Beca feels bad for waking Chloe up in the middle of the night. But it's a lot better not having that nagging pain in her heart, not being able to sincerely apologize to Chloe while it eats her away. "You go back to bed. I'm sorry for waking you."
"Thank you for calling me…" There's a pause on Chloe's end. "Twenty six times prior to this one, as well as some drunk text messages I have in my inbox." Chloe chuckles. "It means you actually care enough to apologize."
Drunk messages? Oh no. Beca doesn't remember messaging Chloe at the party.
Shaking that thought off for now, "yeah, at least now I can sleep."
"Well good. So can I." It sounds like Chloe put her retainer back in with the change of accent in her voice, lisp coming back strong and cute as ever.
"I'll text you when I wake up? Then you can tell me all about your night?"
A relieved smile curves at the corners of Beca's lips, "sounds good."
"I love you, Beca. Just remember that it's going to take a lot more to change how I feel about you," Chloe says, her yawn concluding the sentence ends in an adorable squeak, one a hamster might make.
Can she get any cuter?
Beca's lips curve even farther uncharacteristically into a giddy smile that stretches almost pass her ears at the words. "I love you too, babe. Sleep well."
She ends the call with a smile on her face, definitely not something she was planning on sporting once the call was finished. Nonetheless though, she is grateful that Chloe accepted her apology and isn't going through the process of switching her relationship status to single.
It really wasn't as big of mistake as Beca originally thought it was-not saying what she did was okay in any way shape or form. But something to end a relationship as strong as her and Chloe's was a little unrealistic. She should've known Chloe would be understanding of the situation, knowing Beca didn't purposely dip out on their date. It was actually the one thing Beca was most excited for until tequila got into her system.
Remembering the mention of text messages sent to Chloe, she snatches her phone back into her hands and proceeds to click through the options until their conversation is pulled up from tonight.
Tuesday October 4, 11:45 PM
B: Yur sooo besuriful asnd I'm SUCHA dickfor ditched u
B: Answr ur phonebaby I wantt to saysorry
B: Id hate me..if I dod ths to mysfl
B: Pleas dnt hate me :-( :-( :-(
B: :-( :-( Chlo..
"Oh God," Beca mutters a few guttural groans before she is face down in her bed, throwing her phone over to the desk embarrassed that she did such a thing-multiple times by the way. She is the exact reason why drunk people are not allowed to have their cell phones. Because they pull this card and waste years and years of English education down the drain, unable to form a proper spelling and punctuated sentence for the life of them.
At least she knows Chloe will find some humor in the greatly misspelled messages. Maybe tease her about it when tomorrow comes. Hell, Beca would take teasing over the silent treatment any day.
Somehow Beca missed the arrival of Buttercup, or her presence when she walked in the room and is now staring back at the kitten, whose facial expression is a combination between irritated that she has just been woken up and well….actually the first one sums it right up.
A rattled vibration from her phone scares her half to death, unsure who it could be when the one person she texts the most is probably out cold.
Wednesday October 5, 12:56 AM
Selena Gomez: Hey Beca! Are you alright? You kind of just booked it out of the party without any explanation.
B: Yeah no. I'm fine. I just, kinda bailed on Chloe tonight, being too busy at the party.
Selena: Oh no! Are you guys alright?
B: We're good. I apologized and she understood. Sorry for just up and leaving you though. I actually had a lot of fun tonight.
Selena: Okay good. I'm glad you two are alright. And same here! You'll have to come to my beach house one of these days so I can drink you under the table again! ;P
B: Haha whatever. I didn't eat dinner tonight so I blame that!
Selena: Hmmm, whatever, shorty!
Selena: I'm going to head back inside. I'm sorry you and Chloe didn't have your date night but I'm happy to see my favorite couple strong as ever :) I'll see you Friday morning!
B: Sounds good. Thanks for checking up on me.
Beca connects her phone to the charger, noticing that it is almost dead. She feels the mascara on her lashes starting to stick, figuring the crying didn't help keep her appearance at the top notch level and goes to the bathroom to clean up.
The opening of the front door startles her as she is in the process of clearing off her make up, with a toothbrush hanging from her mouth and a dribble of white foam spilling from the corners of her mouth. Keys rattling onto the living table is what's heard next before footsteps march up the stairs, down the hallway and she is greeted by no other than Stacie herself.
"What are you doing here?" Beca mumbles through a mouth full of toothpaste but see that Stacie understood about zero of what she actually said, all of it coming out as gibberish. She spits in the sink and rinses out her mouth before walking out of the bathroom to go back into her room where Stacie is sprawled across her bed.
"What are you doing here?" Beca repeats clearly this time, glancing at her desk clock to see that it's pretty early for Stacie to be back from the party. "I was expecting you at least once the sun rises today morning."
"Selena told me about you missing a Skype date with Chloe," Stacie says quietly. Beca can't actually tell by her body language how she is feeling but the tone in her voice is a lot weaker than her usual bold, confident tone. "I can't help but feel responsible for you missing that."
Beca shakes her head, hoping to get rid of what she just heard exit from her friend's mouth before it poisons her brain. Never would she of blamed this night on Stacie. She's a grown woman who can make her own decisions and tonight she made a bad one. No one and nothing caused her to do so except for herself.
"It wasn't your fault Stace," Beca assures, moving to sit next to Stacie.
Stacie scoots over, body slant and arched up by her elbows. "I mean, kinda. I forced you to go Diplo's party even after you told me about your date night."
"That's on me, Stace. If anything I should be apologizing to you. I haven't been balancing my time correctly."
"It's your first serious girlfriend, Becs. I understand that you don't know how to split time properly yet. I just….don't want to be the reason why I broke up Hollywood's "it" couple." Beca scrunches her nose. Did people seriously call them that? "Chloe makes you ridiculously happy. It's almost nauseating how cute you guys are."
"But I don't want you to feel like you're losing me as a best friend. I'll always make time for you, maybe even too much. But like they say, chicks before…." Beca pauses in ponder, puzzled on the actual saying since Chloe is a girl. Not a dude. So it doesn't really work.
"Clits," Stacie finishes nonchalantly; Beca chokes on her own saliva at the word. Honestly, she should be use to this amount of raunch coming from her friend.
Stacie starts to laugh and Beca soon follows until they breathless and fall into a comfortable silence.
Beca looks around the dim room, fingers drumming against her thighs casually when her stomach breaks the silence with a monstrous rumble. She looks over to Stacie, who clearly heard such a loud noise emit from such a tiny person.
"Uh, wanna make me a quesadilla?"
Stacie snickers, grin wicked with a slow roll to her eyes before she is getting up, dragging Beca down the stairs and into the kitchen.
Food after a night like this?
Hell yes.
Wednesday October 5, 7:21 AM
Aubrey Posen: Beca Mitchell, what did you do to my best friend?
B: Jesus, Posen. It's like seven.
Aubrey Posen: Not down here it's not.
Aubrey Posen: You can sleep when you're dead- which might come sooner than later since I just opened the door to a delivery guy holding a vase of 'I'm sorry flowers' and stacks of chocolate. I think there's a teddy bear somewhere in the pile of stuff too.
B: It's nothing big. I made a mistake last night and sort of forgot about my skype date with Chloe while I was at a party for my job.
B: I ordered all of that stuff before I actually talked to Chloe. She knows how sorry I am.
Aubrey Posen: Are you sure you will be able to be flexible with your career as well as your girlfriend? I don't want to be there when Chloe's crying her eyes out after you push her into the shadows with your job. Have you ever seen a crying Chloe Beale? It's awful.
B: Yes I know I fucked up last night but I promise to you and to her that it won't happen again. Yes, my daily planner is destined to be more occupied now that the single is about to drop and we are finishing up the album but Chloe means the world to me. If I had the choice, I'd find another occupation that didn't take up majority of my time.
Aubrey Posen: I hate to say this because I want to be upset but you make Chloe insanely happy. I'm glad you two worked this out.
Aubrey Posen: DON'T let this happen again, Mitchell. Remember what I told you.
B: Oh don't worry. I remember.
Aubrey Posen: Now excuse me but I have some chocolate to taste test.
B: NOT FOR YOU, POSEN.
Beca releases a few deep breaths as she tosses her phone down, throwing her head back into the mountain of pillows that are scrambled where she sleeps. This wake up call was definitely not something planned in her agenda for today-her day off. Also, being up this early wasn't ideally what she had in mind, especially with the amount of throbbing going on inside her head.
Now that she's up though, might as well get ready for work. Maybe make some breakfast for her and Stacie before they go their separate ways, get some food in her stomach.
After freshening up in the bathroom, popping a few pain killers to eliminate the pulse from her heartbeat she feels inside her ears, she heads downstairs going straight for the kitchen and is surprised to see that Stacie is already up and glowing with today's choice of outfit.
Hearing the added presence of someone behind her, she turns her head and greets Beca with a smile, "Morning, munchkin."
"For someone who has been out drinking all night, you sure don't show it." Unlike Stacie, Beca feels and probably looks like death in a walking body. "Coffee?"
"Already made." Stacie points over to the maker, showing a full, freshly brewed pot of caffeine and Beca nearly sprints to make herself a cup. She moans into the cup once the warm liquid hits her tastebuds and can tell by a few more sips it is doing wonders for her raging headache.
"Why are you up so early?" Beca asks, squeezing by Stacie to scavenge the fridge for all the needed supplies to make a Food Network like breakfast for the two of them.
"Early lab day for Physics," Stacie shrugs, moving herself over to the table so Beca has more room to move. "I heard you had a chat with Aubrey."
The quick change of direction in the conversation takes Beca a little off guard. And how did Stacie already know about Aubrey texting her this morning? It literally happened not even ten minutes ago.
She keeps that to herself though and only cocks a brow up suspiciously, keeping the confirmation that her best friend and Aubrey talk this early and have been quite a lot the past month on the DL.
"You and Chloe are fine though?"
"Yeah we are good. I still feel bad about last night but she told me already that it happens. I just, want to make it up to her somehow."
"I bet you will," Stacie throws Beca a genuine smile. "Wanna grab lunch today? My other classes got cancelled so I'm free after my lab this morning."
"Yeah that sounds good." Beca sighs contented, the aroma of how things were before washing around her as she makes breakfast.
Friday October 7, 10:30 AM
Beca is messing around this morning with the sound boards for Diplo as she listens for any outliers in the tracks with her team chatting amongst themselves while she works.
Her phone rings and she sees Chloe's name light up on her screen, instantly bringing a smile to her face. Things haven't changed in the slightest way between them since the night Beca pulled the dumbest card in the book. In fact, over these past few days, work has given her far more time away from the studio and allowed her all the time in the world to not only make up for the missed Skype date but also, the time she missed while she was crammed in the studio.
She didn't know how things fell accordingly with work, her social life and her girlfriend. There is a three way balance that she had to work out and so far, it is working in her favor, giving equal time to everything and everyone. Nights, she is exhausted from splitting her time, it feels like, but finally, she fell into a smooth routine.
"Is that Chloe?" Diplo is in the spinning chair next to her, listening the some of the beats him and Beca are messing around with.
"Yeah, I don't know why she is calling me so early though. She's at work right now." Beca swipes the slider to the right before lifting the device up to her ear. "Hey you."
"Put her on speaker!" Selena rushes with a grin. She is sitting in one of the studio's sofas and with most of what she asks for, she gets, as Beca removes the phone from her ear to press the speaker button, amplifying Chloe's voice for all them to hear.
As she does this, a high pitch squeal from Chloe on the other end almost blows her speaker at the max volume. "OhmyGod, ohmyGod, ohmyGod! I just heard your new single on the radio during my lunch break!"
Everyone around the room shares a warm smile at the level of excitement pulsing through Chloe's body right now and the way Chloe's voice is going in and out, Beca can assume she is bouncing of some sort.
Today is the day where Diplo decided to release a new single, "Tomorrow Never Comes" for his fans and apparently, radio stations were already getting their hands on it.
"And? What do you think?" Beca is honestly surprised that Chloe is the first to hear the new single before she, or any of her team has.
Chloe dramatically scoffs, "it's freaking AMAZING! Everything about it just….oh my God!" Selena mouths an "awe," clutching her heart with the complements.
"And oh my goodness your…..voice! You need to get your vocals out there, babe. Your voice is way too talented to be kept under the covers." Roger, Selena, Diplo, and the other members of her team all nod their head in agreeance at Chloe's words, making Beca roll her eyes as if she hasn't heard this enough from them already.
"You think so?"
"Uh, yes Bec! Your singing gets me all….hot and bothered…" Chloe let's this dangle, her words oozing coy and way too sexy for anyone but Beca's ears to overhear.
Dammit, Chloe. Where's your filter?
At this, Beca quickly takes her girlfriend off of speaker phone and gets up from the chair, ignoring all the 'hoots' and whistles she is receiving from everyone that heard. Face scorching from the blood rushing to her face and flipping them all off, she leaves the room to take a step into her office at Atlantic, glad there's peace and quiet when she steps in.
Taking a seat at her desk chair, "well if I'd known that sooner, I would've sung for you a long time ago," she continues, feeling more confident about her choices of words to flirt without an audience watching her like owls.
"You know now so I expect some private sessions when I see you." Chloe giggles sweetly. It's always such a shock to Beca how Chloe can morph from flirty to giddy in the matter of seconds. "I'm so proud of you, baby."
Beca has heard this almost too much over the time the single was complete but now, hearing it from Chloe, means absolutely the world to her and she actually believes she has done good. Smiling so wide it's starting to hurt, "Thank you, Chlo. It….means a lot coming from you."
"Of course! I already bought it off of iTunes, added it to my workout playlist and I'm cueing it up for my students so they could listen once recess is over."
Beca feels herself swoon, as well as her insides going to mush. "Inflate my heart anymore than it should why don't cha?"
"My girlfriend is an amazing, extremely talented music producer, who has an amazing voice and is just an amazing person with an amazing personality. Really, I could go on for days if you want."
"As much as my ego loves all this…" Beca chuckles, playing with the cap to a pen on her desk, "you've said more than enough. I'm glad you like the single."
"I can only imagine how the album will turn out. Any chance for an exclusive sneak peak before it drops?"
Beca can tell Chloe is pouting her best puppy dog eyes, batting her lashes and is glad she isn't able to see it in person. Like kryptonite, a look like that is her weakness. "Nice try."
"Eh, worth a shot," Chloe folds with a sigh.
"Actually since this single, I've decided to take on some more vocals for Diplo's album. Only because some other artists we tried to snag had scheduling conflicts."
"No way! Beca! That's awesome!" Chloe beams through the line with pride, not a second of it sounding fake. "What other artists are featured on the album?"
"So far we have Charlie XCX, Rita Ora, and Fetty Wap. My dad's going to flip for the last one," Beca shakes her head with a laugh, only slightly embarrassed about her own father being familiar with a popular rapper at his age. She hates to admit it but he's pretty hip for an old man.
"Oh my… plus this one with Selena! Wow. Talk about album of the year."
"I don't want to jinx it or anything but you might be right. Diplo's an amazing DJ, producer and performer with tons of amazing work he's created in the past. Since his last collab album with Skrillex that skyrocketed in charts, especially with the Biebs, his fans are hyped for something new. I just hope I'm able to deliver it for them. Meet their expectations you know?"
"Trust me, babe. You'll take the world by storm with your musical talent. Especially since you just proved it by this amazing single."
"You're right." Beca is sure this smile on her face is about to be permanent. Who knew grumpy ol' Beca Mitchell was capable of such a cheesy grin. "I love you."
"I love you too, buttercup. I wish I was there celebrating with you."
Instantly, Beca's body language sags and her once sharp smile engraved on her mouth is flipped upside down with a frown. She hates this, being so far away from Chloe on such an amazing day like this one. "Me too."
Out the glass window of her office, she catches Diplo and Selena eavesdropping before her unlocked door swings open to mouths puckered and kissing noises given from the two of them. Fuck. Should've locked the damn thing. Beca hisses under her breath to leave but it doesn't phase the two currently continuing their teasing. She thinks it might've encouraged them even more.
"Who's that? Chloe asks suddenly, the noises in the background finally reaching her through the phone.
"Two grown ups acting like immature children," Beca insults with a smirk.
All out of options to stop the two from their teasing, Beca grabs the closest thing in her desk-a stress ball that she invested in once the building of the album came along- and chucks it over at her door where Selena and Diplo were, hitting at least one of them in the face.
Saturday October 8, 8:34 AM
B: Good morning :-)
C: Why hello rockstar ;) how's life the day after your single just dropped?
B: Pretty intense haha
B: You were right though. Single is currently trending on Twitter as we speak.
B: Also number 3 on the iTunes top charts.
C: :D No way! That's freaking awesome! I'm going to tweet about it!
C: Um, I just saw another thing that's trending. #BecaMitchellCanSing?
B: Oh yeah. I forgot about that one.
C: Babe, you're trending worldwide! How cool is that!? I have fans of your's asking if I knew anything about it!
B: Deny, deny, deny!
B: I guess it's shocking for them to be able to put a voice behind all the mixes I made.
C: Shocking? I think they're all about to go into cardiac arrest lol
C: All I see are demands of more songs with you featured in them.
C: I also see the occasional tweet about you creating your own album….
B: Haha I don't know about the album thing. I'm just now starting to get comfortable with my voice out to the public. My mom was the only one I could belt lyrics to, making noise on kitchen pans with wooden spoons. It's just weird singing without her.
C: I totally understand.
C: But I bet she would be more than proud seeing you come this far. I mean, you went from having a one person audience to millions. That's awesome!
B: Yeah. I know she would :-)
B: Anyway on a more stressful note, Stacie, just like the lawyer we scavenged for, insists on me to hire a publicist. She even mentioned a bodyguard at some point. She thinks I'm like Beyoncé or something huge haha
C: You already have a large fan base from YouTube and your mash ups. But now that you're blowing up in the music world where paparazzis and the crazies can stalk you, getting both of those won't be a bad idea
C: You're a celebrity now!
B: I guess you're right. Gotta save myself somehow from TMZ.
B: I'll look more into it once the album is finished. Knowing California and Stacie, it won't be cheap.
C: Can you be my sugar momma? ;) I have quite the interest in diamonds…
B: Oh do you now? :-)
B: Weird, I just somehow landed in a Jared's close to work.
C: Oh yes! Shut up! ;)
C: I might love diamonds but I love you more xo :)
B: Next time it won't be a joke, I'm warning you now :-) Spoiling you just sounds...amazing.
C: Hey, I'm totally okay with that! ;) Maybe after my fall classes I can get a stable, well paying teaching job to spoil you too :)
B: You will. I see it :-)
B: How is everything by the way? With school and your students?
C: Great! They've been watching a musical during our class time, Footloose. They're going nuts about it :)
C: We decided to take the last few days off of prepping for our Halloween concert. Kids can only sing so much songs before they get burnt out lol
B: A concert? When is this?
C: Friday, the weekend of Halloween :)
C: Orchestra, band and my choir class are all performing! :)
B: Oh awesome!
B: I bet the concert will be awesome :-) I wish I could see it.
C: Don't worry, Aubrey will record the entire thing with her master camera work. She's a pro, trust me ;)
C: But I wish you could come too. Not only would I be able to see you again but also, some of my older kids are very fond of your music. They'd lose their minds if the one and only Beca Mitchell was at a silly, middle school Halloween concert :)
B: It isn't silly. It's special. Especially since I know you're working your ass off on it.
B: My overachiever girlfriend ;-)
C: You're so right.
C: My very talented, celebrity girlfriend ;)
B: How does it feel dating a celebrity? ;-)
C: My phone is constantly going off...that's for sure!
C: But I love it.
C: Quite a lot actually ;)
B: Good. Cause you ain't getting rid of me :-)
Monday October 10, 11:35 AM
"Yo, Beca."
Beca pulls her headphones off her ears, seeing an added body in the studio through her peripherals. Diplo had something to do with his manager today, so it left Beca to polish the completed songs and a very much needed alone time sessions away from everyone else. She loves her team and everyone working with her on this album. But the constant bickering about which transition sounds best, or which pitches in vocals is the right way to go is giving her a daily migraine.
This private time alone though, with just a cup of coffee, her laptop and music is helping tremendously. It brings her back to the time spent by herself in a room of her apartment, creating random beats on her launchpad and bugging the living shit out of Stacie with the constant throbbing of the bass as the music blared on her speakers.
She loves that she has come so far making music and finally got her name out there, just like her mom said she would. But honestly, she has to say making music on her own without someone constantly over her shoulder, making sure everything flows correctly is something that she truly misses.
Beca greets her boss with a smile, swirling around in the spinning office chairs to face him where he's sitting on the couch. She snickers when she see black shades are covering his eyes, knowing for a fact that it is not sunny in this studies and actually on the dark side of amount of light. But still, he feels the need to wear sunglasses inside.
"What's up, Rog?"
"Locking yourself in the studio again? Usually when a producer's artist takes the day off, they do too. Especially since you're off the clock and these hours aren't getting paid for."
Beca rolls her eyes with a snort. This has to be the least of her worries right now. Money was never what she signed onto Diplo's album for. It's nice to have, yes, since she's just coming straight out of college, but is it her main focus or priority? Absolutely not. She just wants to make enjoyable music for her fans to listen to. Anything else that comes along is just a bonus.
A cherry on top one would say.
"I know. I just wanted to fix up the few tracks we've done, making sure they're perfect before Rita comes by next week." Beca gestures her hand over towards her laptop. "I focus the best when I'm alone."
"Understandable." Roger bobs his head back and forth. "But I think you need a break, kid. Working hard is nice until it consumes your life. How's the girlfriend?"
Beca brows knit at the sudden question involving Chloe, unsure why Roger brought her up. "She's great. Busy at school. She's about to finish her online classes at the end of this month so she's pretty excited."
"Well see? That's a great reason to celebrate!" Confused as ever, Beca just cocks her head. "You are familiar with the fairly large Halloween Bash held at The Greek Theatre?" he continues.
Familiar? Psh, it's not like Beca has only been going to this festival every single year since she first moved to LA. It is seriously paradise being there. Every well known artist, including famous DJs lineup to perform for a long, three day festival. People who attend dress up for Halloween, straight up terrifying to creative, and it's basically a less popular and intense version of Coachella.
Beca nods her head though, keeping her level of chill neutral.
"Zedd is performing there, as well as Diplo and Skrillex and I just happen to have four, VIP tickets to give away."
Hearing this information, the harder it is for Beca to not freak the fuck out and can feel the tingling elation form into beads of sweat along her forehead the longer she clenches her jaw shut, not losing her cool.
"Oh really?"
"Yep," Roger pops the 'p' while taking out orange and black badges from his leather brown jacket's pocket. "I already have my tickets, taking my daughter and her best friend. I just need to find someone who would want these extra ones…" he keeps it casual, not directly telling Beca she should take them and that he is offering but does a Hell of a job hinting it to her.
She thinks about this for a second. The last time she last seen Chloe has been over a month. She desperately needed her redheaded girlfriend fix before she combusts or the dreadful wait kills her. Also, she remembers that Chloe loves music, concerts in particular, so bringing this up would definitely get some excitement in the equation.
Not counting the thousand of miles splitting them apart, scheduling is the only hard part when forming plans. Making sure nothing important is been done on those days. Beca might be free that week but it isn't certain that Chloe is too. And since there's four tickets, Aubrey would definitely be Chloe's plus one- which makes it even harder since there is now two schedules to clear up.
But what harm does asking do? If they weren't able to make it, at least her and Stacie could go and she could plan something else out with Chloe.
And still, even with days passed, she feels awful about skipping their date night. So what better way to make it up with quality time together and a kick ass concert.
"I'll take them."
Monday October 10, 5:34 PM
B: Hi! :-)
C: Excited much? ;)
C: What has you all happy? Lol
B: Oh nothing.
B: What are you doing?
C: Just cleaning up dinner with Aubrey. I cooked for the first time and actually didn't burn the food! :D
C: You're a very good teacher, Ms. Mitchell ;)
B: Good job, babe :-)
B: What's the occasion?
C: Aubrey just passed her last practical exam for the month so I made her a celebratory dinner! :)
B: Oh shit! That's awesome! Tell her I said congrats!
B: How many more years of Dental school? Like a hundred? She's going to have gray hair before she becomes an orthodontist.
C: Lol! So true!
C: But a lot! She is only in her first year of dental school. She has to prep for a huge test that takes like three days to complete but other than that, I have no idea the route she has to take. All I know is that she is in dire need of a vacation.
C: Plus I can't wait until she gets licensed since I'll get free cleanings for my teeth when it happens! :D
B: Oh really? Does she have time for that? You know, with practicals and exams and stuff?
B: And like your teeth need to be any whiter than they already are. Are you trying to blind me?
C: Briefly. Surprisingly, she gets a fall break from school. It's not for long, just a week but it's like the only time she has away from her studying.
C: And no I'm not :)
B: When is this happening?
C: I think the week of Halloween. Friday maybe? I have no idea. Hold on.
C: Yeah she said break starts Friday.
B: :-)
B: :-D
B: !
C: …
C: Is there a reason why you're only communicating in emoticons? ;)
B: No reason :-)
B: Hey! Let's do a twenty question thing. Are you busy?
C: Uh…. No I'm in my room now?
C: Why do you want to do this, silly? I feel like I know almost everything about you already :)
B: I'll just ask the questions this time.
B: Put a little spin on the game.
C: Alrighty :)
C: Shoot!
B: Thoughts on music festivals?
C: Okay, random….lol
C: I've never been to a music festival! I've only been to one concert and it was Nsync when I was really young!
C: I want to go to one though!
B: Okay.
B: Favorite music genre?
C: You already know this! Basically anything I can dance to ;)
B: Duh. Forgot.
B: You like Zedd, Diplo, and Skrillex right?
B: David Guetta? Dawin?
C: More like LOVE them, Becs! Come on now!
B: Then you'd be pretty pumped if you were able to see all those artists live right?
C: Okay...these are getting suspiciously weird since they all link up somehow...
B: Do you like California? Thoughts on LA?
C: Never been there :) but pictures I see are beautiful.
B: What is your schedule like the last week of October?
C: Well I have my concert Friday night but the following weekend and Monday for Halloween I'm free. Then class for school during the week. Why?
Beca exits out of the conversation with Chloe and dials her number. Enough texting for now. She could barely handle her excitement as she typed.
"Yes?" Chloe's voice sounds skeptical but amused at the same time and it makes Beca bite her bottom lip with anticipation.
Feeling the compulsion just to spit out the news and not fluff it anymore than she already has, she speaks. "So, I am calling you because I have a preposition."
"Ooohkayyy?" Chloe says slowly, unsure what Beca is about to spill next. "What is it?
"I may or may not have four VIP tickets to attend LA's biggest Halloween music festival at the end of this month. I was wondering if you and maybe Aubrey would like to fly down-"
The rest of Beca's sentence gets interrupted by Chloe's signature squeal that heightens by at least three octaves and she just can't find the strength in her to pull the phone away without sharing Chloe's excitement with her.
"Are you serious?!"
Beca laughs, enjoying this reaction from Chloe even through the phone. "Totes serious," she mocks a famous saying Chloe always says and earns herself another piercing noise that rings her eardrums. "That is if you guys want to come. Roger even offered to fly you guys down here, saying that getting tickets around Halloween is a nightmare. I think it's mostly because he wants to meet you. Actually, everyone at Atlantic does." It's so true and it makes Beca laugh. Her girlfriend was quite the celebrity around the office.
Chloe goes off with a mouthful of just pure noises, maybe the beginning of a forming word but Beca isn't too sure. Her lips are also starting to get dry as she notices she hasn't stopped smiling since she first called Chloe.
It floods Beca's insides with happiness listening to Chloe act like a complete child.
"I-I...oh my gosh yes! Just...let me." Beca hears Chloe shuffling around through the speaker. She can tell the noise is coming from some sort of book or something with pages. "For how long is the trip?
Picking up the tickets that were placed next to her on the bed, she reads the dates. "The performances start Saturday, the 29, the last day is obviously Halloween. I was thinking you guys could stay a little bit longer after. I'm sure there is more than enough to do around the city, especially since you've never been here."
Chloe doesn't bother with actual words and just screeches with an occasional flip to the pages of whatever she is messing around with. "I don't have anything big scheduled for the week of the 29 through the 5-which is also someone's birthday!"
"Oh that's right. Well, you being able to stay up here for an entire week is my only birthday wish."
Birthdays in general for Beca isn't something she is really fond of. But the thought of spending the day with Chloe is totally worth making an exception for.
"No way would I miss your birthday! I have so many vacation days left so a week is nothing! Plus, I'd be finishing up my online classes so I'd be free of being stuck at a computer all day!"
"So yeah? You and Aubrey are coming?"
"I haven't really asked Aubrey if she wants to go but I already know the answer will be yes. So, yes. Pencil us in!"
All of Beca's emotions are going haywire but in the best way possible. In fact, her body has been filled with an overflow of giddiness once there was a slight possibility of seeing Chloe in person again.
"Sweet! Then I'll tell my boss. You both can stay at Stacie and I's apartment. I'm sure she'll be stoked to hear that Aubrey is tagging along as well."
"This is the best news I've heard since you told me you were flying down to Georgia in the beginning of September!" Chloe gushes, screeching into the phone with so much joy and Beca can physically feel the power of Chloe's smile. "The only thing that would make the weekend perfect is you somehow being able to see my concert on Friday." Chloe's tone deflates for the briefest of seconds, reciprocating the effect off of Beca before she perks right back up at the news.
"Me too, babe."
It's a chatty few hours before they end the call; Beca wishing she could just time travel to the end of October so she could finally be able to see Chloe. She's ecstatic and a little bit relieved that both her and Aubrey were able to be free the exact day when the festival starts and get that time off and then some.
Lucky much? Maybe she should take her chance with a lotto ticket with the way things are going for her.
And she's pretty much bouncing off the walls, her body buzzing with exhilaration as she marches up to her calendar hanging up in her room and writes "Chloe" with a heart the entire last week of October, everything now written in stone.
But then she takes a look at that lone Friday before the start of weekend she is eagerly anticipating for and something inside her clicks. She shakes her head determined and swipes her laptop from her desk before opening it up. Going online, she finds what she needs and dials the number on her keyboard.
"Hi. I'm looking to schedule two flights to Atlanta Georgia on October 28, flying out of Los Angeles California. Preferably in the morning would be great."
Chloe POV next chap! Also, just a teaser, things get a little….steamy over the phone as well ;)
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