You guys seriously are the best. Thank you all for reading and I'm seriously so pumped that you guys are enjoying this story. Just a heads up, we are about three fourths of the way through this story and I hate to say it but it's coming to an end :(
BUT NOT YET!
So with that, I present another chapter that happens to be my favorite :)
Now available to read on AO3 if you prefer to read it there! OmACAgee
(I DO NOT OWN PITCH PERFECT, CHARACTERS OR THE SONGS MENTIONED IN THIS CHAPTER)
Chapter Fifteen: New City
Friday October 28, 7:43 PM
The concert goes better than Chloe could've ever imagined it going.
Well, her part that is.
Nothing seriously bad happens-though one little boy in particular, dressed as superman and pale as ever almost blows chunks as he is singing "This Is Halloween" all over the stage. Weirdly and ironically, this same little boy also happens to be Aubrey's favorite since majority of the time the video camera glued to her hands is centered on him.
Instead of going the worst possible route, her students sing each performed song phenomenally-five to be exact- and they even receive a standing ovation from the audience when they finish. It brings Chloe to tears on stage as she curtsies and waves her "thank yous" to the roar of claps she receives from the audience-which really doesn't surprise her that's she's crying.
Happy tears though.
All happy tears.
Her overflowing happiness comes from the fact her choir class did a pretty damn good job tonight for being an opening act and her first ever concert but also, the reminder of two unannounced guests, sticking out like a sore thumb towards the back of the auditorium that really erupts the happiness like a volcano.
Stacie resumes to stick both her pinkies in her mouth, echoing that piercing whistle consistently above all the other cheers while Beca cups two hands over her mouth and yells so loud she turns blue in the face with her veins sticking out of her neck. Parents and other members of the audience-some dressed up, most of them are not- turn to look at where the boisterous sound is coming from but doing this, Beca and Stacie only cheer louder.
And it makes Chloe want to run out there, rip of this stupid itchy wig and shut Beca up by kissing her to death until they both can't breathe anymore let alone cheer. But like any other concert, she has to sit with her students in their designated seats to watch the other performances of the night, making that thought flush right down the drain.
So, she flutters under the applauds, mostly by Beca's and Stacie's, and instructs her students to move off the stage for the other group to merge in their place.
Usually, she'd be more than eager to watch all the other performances and pick up a few teaching strategies for future classes. But right now, knowing Beca is only a couple rows behind her, watching the band perform an instrumental cover of a spooky Halloween classic, it makes her want to pick at her skin when she realizes that something that she wants so badly but can't have is in the same vicinity as her for the first time in months:
And knowing that, It's absolute torture.
Chloe takes her fare share of peeks every once in awhile and is surprised that everytime she does this, Beca is staring right back at her, smug smirk and only a sliver of her eyes showing. Her body shivers under such a predatory glare, guessing Beca has similar thoughts about greeting each other rather than being forced to ogle at a painful distance.
All Chloe can do is stare and boy does she really stare. Beca's appearance is fancy and all around attractive as Hell, with her daily dark colored jeans, heeled boots and sleeveless, collared blouse, as well as her hair falling perfectly in loose curls. It's definitely making it almost impossible to sit any longer in these cheap, uncomfortable recliners without getting a taste of something she's craved for so long.
Between sets, there's exchanged words, mostly coming from Beca and more along the lines of, "you look really hot" and "I want to kiss you right now" and it makes it that much harder to make it through the night.
Because let's face it, Chloe really wishes she was kissing Beca right now too.
She is so caught up in admiring all of Beca's curves that she hardly pays attention to the current set playing. Only when she her arm is nudged by one of her students who is greatly fascinated by all the instruments on stage is when she's reeled out of her little trance on Beca and back focused on the stage.
Hopefully this concert flies by.
Friday October 28, 9:15 PM
Unfortunately, the concert ends a quarter past nine, roughly almost two hours since the time her class took the stage and was most certainly not a fastly paced performance as a whole. It seemed like every time a song ended and Chloe thought the concert was finally over, a new song would cue up, and then a song after that would do the same, and it was just this never ending train of songs that only filled Chloe's impatience to the brim when her girlfriend is literally just a few feet away from her.
People just did not understand her needs and what she really needed was her hands on Beca, ASAP.
When the principal announces for all the classes to come up on stage for curtain call, all to be recognized one last time by their audience, Chloe near almost sprints up the stairs, knocking several kids down in the process and takes her bow. After receiving some more applauds from the crowd and the curtain falling, everyone meets backstage for a brief chat about the concert.
Chloe's mind is elsewhere during the entire spiel the principal is giving, her main focus is getting out of her costume and finding Beca as soon as possible.
"I do want to give Ms. Beale a round of applause for her very first performance being an out of the park homerun!" This snaps Chloe's attention back to the group by the sounds of cheers from all the middle school students and other co workers of her's. "Great job tonight! And I hope you enjoy your vacation," The principal concludes and of course, Chloe blushes profusely because being the center of attention isn't her strong suit.
Everyone soon disburses, most of her students going on a rampage with over capacity energy as they scavenge for their parents out of the auditorium. Chloe greets a few parents of her students who are interested in meeting the mastermind behind the performance as well as tell her what a lovely show she has put on.
Mingling goes in briefly;it's late and she knows the kids are probably exhausted. She thanks them all for coming out and supporting the show before bidding her goodbyes so she can change into something far more comfortable.
She makes it back to the dressing room practically buzzing off of anticipation to find Beca. Throwing off her wig and combing through her knotted red curls underneath until the fall delicately over her shoulders, she changes into a simple pair of dark blue jeans and Beca's flannel (good luck charm) before whipping out her phone to send a quick text.
As she does this, she smiles like a schoolgirl when she already sees a couple messages from the girl she has been trying to get her hands on all night.
Friday October 28, 9:25 PM
B: So, I'm kind of looking for this super hot and very talented music teacher who just put on a great show but I just can't seem to find her ANYWHERE.
B: Do you think you can tell her that I'm waiting outside by her truck?
B: And also to hurry because I might have a few things to give her.
Friday October 28, 9:34 PM
C: I think I know exactly who you're talking about ;) she's a very popular lady, you might be on the waiting list…
B: Though I hate sharing with a passion, I think I'll make an exception. You deserve all the attention you can get after a performance like that :-)
B: Take your time, I'll be waiting!
C: Lucky for you, everybody is almost gone so, I'll be out there soon, baby :)
Bouncing on the heels of her feet in anticipation, Chloe hurries to shoves her phone back into her purse before she fixes up all her makeup, hair and lip gloss until her appearance is perfected. Taking one last look in the mirror, she heads out of the music room and down the halls to get to the parking lot where she parked her truck.
There already, like she said, is Beca leaned up against the passenger side door, arms crossed above her chest and looking hot as ever, along with Aubrey and Stacie who are chatting with similar grins. It's their first time meeting in person and Chloe's sort of bummed that she missed the initial reaction but figures Beca will enlighten her about the details later.
Beca catches her first as she is walking up to the truck with a lopsided grin and everything being carried in her arms gets dumped right into the street before she is sprinting over to meet Beca half way in bone crushing hug. She squeals the whole way there, the feeling of Beca being some sort of hologram still floating in the back of her mind. When she makes it though, small arms being wrapped around her waist, both of her feet leaving the ground and starts to be spun in the air, she realizes that being a hologram just wouldn't be true.
Chloe hooks her legs around Beca's hips in effort to help keep her steady; she's actually surprised Beca had all that strength in her tiny little body to hold Chloe up for this long. Actually now that Chloe thinks about it, Beca has zero to none upper body strength. At least she didn't back during her Georgia visit.
"Fuck…" Beca grumbles and her voice shortening in and out between those ragged breaths. "I seriously think I...tweaked something in my back." The pain is evident in her voice but she continues to fight through it, too caught up in the moment to let Chloe go just yet.
Chloe vibrates with a loud laugh, only wrapping her arms around Beca's neck tighter, as well as her legs. Now this is the Beca she has been dating for these last two months.
"I'll give you one of my signature back rubs tonight," Chloe promises.
Realizing that if she breaks her girlfriend, they'll never make it to California for a week of endless Hollywood adventures she has only been the most anxious about for the past month, she unhooks her legs and sets her feet back steady on the ground. There's a brief separation while Chloe catches her balance but not even a second is wasted after when she is back engulfing Beca in a tight hug.
"I can't believe you're here right now," Chloe gushes, on the verge of tears but unlike last time when meeting Beca, she keeps them in. Though there's still a tickle to her nose and that knot is back to forming inside her throat, constricting each and every swallow. Maybe it's because this time she's spending a whole week with Beca and not just a few days.
Maybe it's because she has gotten a lot tougher and she's less emotional (not counting the times she's cried tonight).
"I missed you, baby," Beca mumbles a mouthful of red hair and there's a croak to her voice which Chloe knows is a sign from previous experiences that Beca is on the verge of crying as well. "God, I missed you so fucking much." Arms only circling Chloe's waist tighter, she chuckles out a wet sound as her body starts to shake against Chloe's.
And hearing this, she can forget about anything she just said about being stronger this time around because she's right back to crying like a baby in the crook of Beca's neck.
Well, at least she lasted longer this time.
They take a few moments to themselves, savoring the hug. Beca smells like Beca and Chloe thinks she died and went straight to heaven. She pulls her face away from Beca's neck and the arms wrapped over her shoulder she moves both hands to wipe the tears from Beca's cheeks. "I missed you too, Beca." She curves a watery smile while her emotions are trapped on a roller coaster of a ride at being able to see her girlfriend face to face after so long.
The one big difference between this time and the last time her and Beca met, she wasn't able to kiss Beca. This time though, she is.
So knowing that, she does.
And she kisses her hard and desperate.
When connecting her lips to Beca's, it feels like she is reborn again-as cheesy as that sounds. It is like the first kiss all over again but this time, with all the days spent waiting just to kiss her again, the kiss is only that much more magical.
Beca tastes the same; there isn't a unique flavor to her lips, they just taste like mint-which is delicious hands down. They're still soft as ever, skilled as ever, and Chloe wonders if it's possible for Beca to get even better at kissing than she already was.
Chloe also planned on making the kiss a quick, 'glad to see you' kiss but of course once Beca's lips were cemented to hers, there was no way in Hell she's pulling away anytime soon.
"Tongue! Oh my God I see tongue!" These mortified words from Aubrey breaks the kiss apart a lot faster than Beca and Chloe ever could. Beca's lips curve upward against Chloe's and she know for certain Beca sees humor in scarring her best friend.
As Chloe retracts her lips after placing a few more chaste pecks to savor the taste of Beca again, she pulls away to look at their audience and sees Stacie beaming a cheeky grin at the scene and Aubrey peeking through her fingers, afraid of what she might see next.
Professionalism comes as a must to Chloe and she actually thanks Aubrey for her mortified interruption after taking in the fact that she is still at school where her students and parents can visibly see.
And not wanting to uphold the image of a choir teacher for young middle schoolers who engages in very heavy makeout sessions with her girlfriend, she puts her needs off to the side and makes a mental note to resume them when Beca and her are in a more private location.
Chloe's still in a pretty foggy daze as she stares into Beca's eyes, still unable to wrap this around her head that Beca is actually here, in Georgia, at an arm's reach and not just through her computer screen.
"What are you doing here?" She connects her fingers with Beca's and then remembers the amount of stress the devil herself caused before her concert tonight-and though it was all for a good cause, she still raises her hand to give Beca's arm a playful smack. "I was so mad at you over the phone! I wanted to strangle you!"
Beca defends her arm with a smirk, laughing as she smoothly tugs Chloe's frame in closer to her's. "Trust me, I know. That was the first time I've ever heard you cuss. I thought you were going to chop my head off." She snorts, scrunching her nose. "Can't say it wasn't sexy though."
Chloe rolls her eyes, trying to keep her knees strong and sturdy but the way Beca's hand is hooked around her waist is sort of making that hard to do. "How did you find the school I work at, and the time of the concert...and just…..everything?"
Beca doesn't give a verbal answer back; she only nods her head over to the direction where a guilty looking blonde is leaning against Chloe's truck.
Pointing an accusing finger, "you did this?" Chloe's voice is stern though that face splitting smile on her face contradicts the attitude she is going for. "First the flowers and giving away our address and now you're giving away where I work? What's next, my social security number?"
Aubrey raises her hands and mouths an unbelievable sorry. "Beca called me and said she wanted to surprise you at your concert. Being a sucker for cheesy surprises and seeing my best friend happy, the three of us brainstormed a plan to make that happen."
"I bought two plane tickets for Stacie and I to come down early and see your class perform, knowing how hard you worked on it and Stacie was breathing down my neck with the chance to meet you finally," Beca adds while Stacie throws Chloe a wink and a thumbs up.
"Had the whole thing planned out since the beginning of October," Beca states proudly.
Pretty much Chloe is at a lost for words. Surprised doesn't even come close to how she felt when she saw that familiar face in the audience and knew right then and there this unexpected guest was Beca. But if she were to be able to speak, she'd tell her girlfriend and girlfriend's best friend how incredibly ecstatic she is that they're here.
"Speaking of introductions…" As Beca maneuvers herself to the side of Chloe, allowing Stacie to march right on up with an outstretched hand. "Chloe, this is Stacie. Stacie, this is Chloe."
Taking the offered hand, Chloe beams a pleased to meet you smile, shaking the hand eagerly.
During this little exchange, Chloe takes the time to get a real good look at Stacie now that she has the chance. Like the rumors and piles of pictures floating around on Instagram, the girl is practically a walking runway model. She's actually kind of jealous if she's being completely honest. Her self esteem is high; she knows that she ranks pretty darn high on the attraction scale.
But Stacie, Jesus, does this girl have legs that run for days.
"It's nice to finally meet you," Stacie breaks Chloe out of her envy admiration by a chirp to her voice. "I've heard lots about you." By the mischievous raises to her eyebrows with slanted eyes, Chloe can predict something not so appropriate is going to come spilling out of Stacie's mouth. So instead of asking for details, she settles on an even wider smile and telling Stacie it's nice to meet her as well.
"I'm assuming you have already meet Bree." Chloe retracts her hand back to her side but only to be clung like a magnet back into Beca's.
Stacie nods her head smiling; a smile so chipper yet so sneaky at the same time. She skips back over to where Aubrey is standing, disregarding the distance between them as she slides her hip bone right up next to Aubrey's.
Hmmm.
"Yeah, you missed the steamy makeout session already," Beca jokes, soon earning a harsh swat to the stomach by Stacie when saying this.
Behind them, a shy voice clears their throat and when Chloe turns around to greet whoever it is, she is swarmed by at least ten of her students, holding onto blank papers and their own individual pens. She would've thought that most of her kids left already, seeing that it is already pretty late since the concert ended but clearly, she was wrong.
"Hi." Timmy, one of her sixth grade students shuffles back and forth on his feet, unable to tear his gaze from the ground.
Wondering why a student who is usually so chipper and bouncing off the walls during class, Chloe takes a look over to her right and sees the one person who could possibly be the reason for these kids timid behavior. She forgot that more than half her kids are quite the fan of her girlfriend's music.
Much like herself.
"Can I get your autograph?" Timmy's voice is almost a whisper, making it hard to understand what he just asked for. But as he lifts up his shaky hands holding the piece of paper and pen to Beca, Chloe can take a rough guess as to what he just asked.
This is only the second time Chloe has had the chance to watch Beca engage with her fans and seeing that it's a group of her students asking for a signed piece of paper that will mean the world to them and they'll probably frame when they get home, it makes her heart swell so big she's scared it might burst.
Beca looks genuinely happy as she smiles to the group of kids, taking the pens and papers-which doesn't do any help whatsoever on Chloe's hurricane of emotions. Timmy bypasses his shyness and goes off on how he has downloaded every mix known to man that Beca has created. Another student of her's, Sarah, tells Beca that she wants to grow up and become a DJ just like her and Beca just look like a kid on Christmas hearing all these things.
And then there's Chloe, watching the scene and how Beca interacts with her students, treating them equal and not being stuck up about being famous like other celebrities might act. She knows Beca isn't a fan per say to the youth but if she hadn't know any better, she'd think that Beca is actually a sucker for them.
When Beca finally gets through all the signings of each kid, one of the parents asks for a group picture, which she doesn't hesitate to say yes to. Lining up and ordering the kids to do the rock n' roll hand gesture with their tongues sticking out, the mom snaps the pic and tells them she got a good one. The kids say their goodbyes and thank yous before following their parents to their cars, starstruck and the happiest Chloe has ever seen them.
"What?" Beca asks, raising a suspicious eyebrow and curving a small smirk when she catches Chloe's non blinking stare and maniac looking grin.
"That was really sweet of you." This is on the calmer side of the options Chloe was flipping a coin between to answer. If she had a choice and her students weren't around, she'd go with the other option and kiss Beca until the sun comes up, overwhelmed by the emotions of witnessing Beca engage with her students.
"Nah, it's nothing. If anything I should be thanking them. Without those guys, I'd be nowhere in my career," Beca says smiling and when Chloe takes a look to where Aubrey and Stacie stand next to her truck, they're gushing about the situation also.
Not knowing how to respond and being very limited on what she can and cannot do, she hugs Beca so incredibly tight, hoping to send how she really feels through the contact.
"Come on lovebirds, I'd like to get some beauty sleep before our five hour flight tomorrow before a weekend of pure fucking craziness!" Stacie is already on her way to the backseat door when Chloe and Beca finally break away from the hug.
Yeah okay, like you need anymore beauty.
In the truck, after making a quick stop at Dairy Queen where Beca offered to pay for everyone's ice cream (and who was Chloe to turn down some free ice cream?) they resume driving back to Chloe and Aubrey's house, chatting casually about Beca and Stacie's flight down to Atlanta. Beca's hand is resting in Chloe's, playing around with each finger while the other one steers and Chloe is content and probably the happiest she has ever been.
It isn't until the conversation starts to die out when Stacie, sitting in the backseat, along with Aubrey, slides over to the middle and reaches for the aux cord, pleading to play some music off her phone while they drive home.
With Chloe busy driving and Beca, permanent passenger DJ being way too caught up in talking her own conversations with Chloe while spooning the girl some of her blizzard, tosses the cord to the back for Stacie to cue some tunes. What the both of them didn't know was that Stacie would pick Pretty Ricky's "On The Hotline" and they'd be left to endure a full ride of this inside joke that was suppose to be a private conversations between the both of them.
Chloe can feel the tips of her ears start to burn-to which she knows Stacie is getting a pretty good laugh at from the backseat.
"What's going on?" Aubrey laughs-though clearly confused as to why Chloe is hiding her blush with her free hand and Beca's face is fire engine red as she does the same. Maybe she hasn't mentioned the slip up her and Beca ran into during a steamy phone call one night which earned them a surprise visit from Stacie barging in.
The wound is still fresh, and the embarrassment is still there. She can only imagine what mouthful Aubrey would give her after hearing this story. She'd never see the light of day with the amount of teasing Aubrey would pile on.
"Oh nothing," Stacie coos evilly, not moving from the middle seat back into her previous one and only moves to swing her arm up and around Aubrey's shoulders non accidentally. "This song is just my jam."
"What are you doing?" Aubrey asks, skeptical of the arm now around her upper half and is in no hurry to move anytime soon. Chloe takes a look in the rear view mirror when she hears this and smirks when she sees what's happening in the backseat.
"Just stretching," Stacie says simply and with a shrug. "Airplanes are just so uncomfortable and not going to lie, my back hurts," and then she adds for cover up.
Not looking too much into it but still tense as ever under Stacie's hold, Aubrey lets it go for now.
The song causally gets turned up through Chloe's truck and she feels her face getting hotter and hotter by the increase in volume. Even though the memory of Stacie walking in on Chloe and Beca's heated conversation that night isn't the most pleasant nor enjoyable, now that it is over, the thought of the situation brings out some embarrassed giggles.
Beca on the other hand, looks as if she wants to shrink away from the world, or quite possibly into Chloe's leathered seat as she shrivels up into a ball as small as she can possibly get, muting out Stacie's teasing (and surprisingly talented) voice that's singing the song from the backseat.
Chloe nudges Beca's shoulder, ignoring the taunting lyrics that seem to have a strong connection to that one night for them. When Beca lifts her head from being molded into her chest, Chloe cocks her head to the backseat for Beca to take a peek and sees the new seating arrangement of their two friends.
Lightened by the scene, Beca opens her mouth to probably reverse the teasing and give Stacie a piece of her own medicine until Chloe nudges Beca in the shoulder again, afraid that the outburst may cause the two of them to break up in the backseat. For now, she'll keep in under the covers but later, she is so going to steer some information out of Aubrey.
She counts on it.
Friday October 28, 10:40 PM
C: Hi :)
B: Are you texting me in the shower? Haha
C: Nope! Just waiting for the water to warm up :)
C: I wanted to ask about Stacie and Aubrey. You saw them right?
B: Uh, yeah I saw them. You should've seen when they met for the first time.
C: Was it awkward? Was it cute? Did they cry?!
B: No tears haha but it was low key kind of cute
B: Aubrey was awkward at first, not really knowing how to go about the situation but Stacie, doing whatever the fuck she wants, broke her out of that comfort zone.
B: It was the happiest I've ever seen Aubrey. And I know that doesnt mean much because I haven't seen her a lot. But I could feel it, you know?
C: Awh man! I can't believe I missed it :( But I understand. Aubrey's aroma seems happier with Stacie here :)
B: Think they're going to hook up this week?
C: Why? Wanna make a bet? ;)
B: Fuck yeah.
B: I say that they'll get into each other's pants after Halloween. Maybe Wednesday.
C: Oh you're so on! I say Halloween night because they'll both be dressed up, both be looking hot and the sexual tension will be so tight is be able to cut it with my pinky nail :)
B: Deal.
B: Are you naked right now?
C: Maybe I am….maybe I'm not ;)
C: Wanna picture?
B: …
B: Yes!
C: Oh shoot! Battery level won't let me access my camera! Sorry baby. Just use your imagination. ;)
C: Water is warm! I'll be out soon! xo
B: Dammit Chloe!
B: That's only for Androids and you have an iPhone :-(
Friday October 28, 11:02 PM
C: Soooooo :)
Aubrey: Oh God.
A: What do you want?
C: Oh nothingggg :)
A: You see, your messages tell me otherwise.
A: So spill, ginger.
C: You and Stacie ehhh? ;)
A: What are you talking about?
C: Oh don't play dumb, Bree! You of all people should know I read you like a children's novel.
C: And what I'm reading so far is that you have a total toner for Stacie! :)
A: Chloe, I've told you this before. Yes I cherish a woman's beauty, sometimes more than most. Stacie happens to have a lot of…..assets to appreciate, especially in person.
A: But nothing is going on between us. I don't swing that way, she probably has a line of people waiting to give their right arm to date her and I'm most certain she wouldn't even go for a girl like me.
A: IF…..that was the case here. And it's not.
C: You can't say you only like men, Bree. You haven't had your experimenting phase yet! That's what college was for but you were too busy with school work and the Bellas!
C: You're a late bloomer in the mixing pot for the ladies ;)
A: Oh my God.
A: Aren't you suppose to be with Beca? Maybe making out or something?
C: Oh don't worry, we will be doing that ;)
C: I just had to get ready for bed, duh. Wipe off all that make up from my face and shower. My hair was a bird's nest from that God awful wig.
A: I know I already told you this but great job tonight. Your students did amazing.
C: Thanks, Bree! My number one fan and best friend :)
C: And since you're my best friend, you can tell me when you have a crush on my girlfriend's best friend!
A: I do not have a crush on Stacie.
C: Is she with you right now? ;)
A: HA HA.
A: No. She's in the guest room. I set up everything for her to make sure she is comfortable.
C: I bet she'd be more comfortable in your bed…
A: You're incorrigible. Do you ever stop?
C: Nope :)
C: I don't blame you for having a crush on Stacie. She's hot! And the girl basically looks like she was created in some gay girl's laboratory.
C: A line I stole from Beca ;)
A: Yes, she's extremely attractive. But she would never like me. We are just friends.
C: Oh yes she would!
C: Did you not see her pull "the move" on you during the ride back home!? She totally used the aux cord to not only embarrass the Hell out of Beca and I but to also get closer to you. THEN, she totally moves her arm over your shoulders! Like you guys are on a date at the movies!
A: She was just stretching, like she said Chloe.
C: No she wasn't! Because if it was a stretch she'd move her arm off your shoulders and not keep it there for the rest of the ride home.
C: Plus, you stiffened up like a board under her arm. I thought you might have an aneurysm by the time we got home lol
A: I don't know what you're talking about.
C: You're as dense and oblivious as a potato, Bree!
A: Did you just text me to insult me or?
A: I'm promising you, there's nothing going on between Stacie and I
C: Okay yeah, and I'm the Queen of England.
A: Glad to see Beca's sarcasm is wearing off on you.
C: That won't be the only thing wearing off on me… If you know what I mean ;)
A: Ugh, unwanted image in my brain Chloe. Thanks a lot.
A: Go have your phone sex, I'm going to bed. This conversation is over.
C: LOW BLOW, BREE. Stacie told you?!
C: Plus, Beca's here now so a phone isn't necessary ;)
A: Yep, thanks for telling me by the way! I'm most certainly not hurt at all…
A: And GROSS.
C: Oh stop. I was going to tell you but it isn't the most fun story to tell. Getting caught with your hand down your pants isn't the classiest.
A: Lol, I still can't believe it. I think it is hilarious if we are being honest.
C: Shut up! What's even funnier is your denial for your ragging toner for Stacie!
A: Again and for real this time, I'm going to bed. End of discussion.
C: I'll squeeze it out of you sooner than later! ;)
C: Night love! Xoxox
A: Night, Chlo
Chloe shuts her phone off and heads to the sink to wipe away the steam from the mirror to get a good look at herself. She combs through her hair while blowing drying until at least damp and switches into the night clothes she brought into the bathroom for after she showered. Once her teeth are brushed, contacts are out and everything it set, she leaves the bathroom.
Back in her room after going through her usual bedtime ritual, Chloe sees that Beca is talking on the phone, one hand running through her hair like as she paces back and forth, giving off the vibe that she is talking about something that is making her uneasy. The brushing of hands through her hair was something that Chloe picked up on during their date.
Kind of like a nervous tick or something.
Besides the constant fidgeting as Beca is physically unable to stand still, she has made it possible to look about ten times more attractive than when Chloe first left to take a shower. Only wearing a beat up, baseball tee that reads "whatever mom," with a few pink stains dribbled across the chest area, along with a pair of athletic running shorts and a pair of strangely uncharacteristic fuzzy socks to conclude. It's not a shock that this get up does some serious twisting to Chloe's stomach the longer she looks at such a sight.
Really, Beca's beauty level still comes as a mystery to her and probably always will.
Beca holds up a single finger to let her know the conversation is almost done and she takes a seat at the edge of her bed where Tank is snoozing to wonder what Beca could possibly be talking about that has her so tweaked out.
"Yeah...yeah no that's fine I guess." Beca chuckles but it comes out nervous and shaky and she is gnawing at her bottom lip while Chloe almost boils over in anticipation. "I mean, it's a pretty….big deal you know? Pretty fucking big." Halting her pacing, she falls stomach down right next to Chloe, hair waterfalling over her face, with her cell phone still pressed directly to her ear. "Yeah well...let me know when you have more information about the game."
Game? Chloe thinks to herself. What game is Beca talking about? And who is she talking to about this so called "game?"
"Alright Cass, thanks for the heads up." The name brings a furrow to Chloe's brows as she has never heard the name mentioned before. There's only a giant question mark over this unknown caller's face besides the obvious information that she's a girl-which is something Chloe has to bite her tongue about. "Yeah no I'll do it…..November 4th right? Friday?"
Instead of dwelling on the call, Chloe angles her body to lay horizontal to Beca's so she can rub soft circles over her back muscles and smiles proudly when it brings a flutter to Beca's eyes.
"Alright, sounds good. I'm going to let you go though. As you now Stacie and I are in Atlanta to pick up Chloe and Aubrey. We leave tomorrow afternoon so I'll give you a call before to talk about the game more," Beca about mumbles this mouthful into the speaker as Chloe's hands work wonders to sooth the muscles on her back.
"Who was that?" Chloe asks when Beca tosses her phone onto the nearby desk table and resumes back to her original position.
"Cassidy, my manager," Beca says simply, eyes closed under Chloe's touch so she misses the raise of eyebrows that come from Chloe next at this new information. "She's actually Stacie's cousin."
Chloe starts to relax at the mention of this Cassidy chick being a part of Stacie's family. Still though, there's the question of why she was in contact with Beca and what was the conversation that had Beca pulling out her hair from the scalp.
"You know how I mentioned that I should invest in a manger?" Chloe nods at this question, clearly aware and supportive of the idea. Beca's fame has only skyrocketed from making mixes on YouTube and the smart thing to do next was get someone to manage all the heavy stuff along with the job. "Well, Stacie mentioned to me that her cousin Cassidy manages her own business and would be a good candidate to interview for the position. She owns some pilates gym or something like that. Plus, she's basically family so I called her up for the position without interviewing anyone else."
Impressed and a little shocked at how Beca is moving up in the ranks of being a celebrity. It's still so surreal. "So you've got yourself your very own manager? That's pretty neat, babe." How impressed Chloe is shows through her voice and it brings out a lazy smile on Beca's mouth while her fingers continue to brush along her back. "What was she calling you about?"
"So this coming Friday, there's a big Laker's game going on and guess who was asked to sing the national anthem?"
Chloe's fingers freeze and her whole body lights up at the answer. Beca squints open an eye once the motions on her back are stalled.
"Oh my God! You're singing the national anthem?!" Chloe wastes no time before jumping onto Beca's back, continuing to squeal in excitement even with Beca groaning under her weight as she crushes her from above. "Beca!"
"I'm….not...going to be…..able….to….if you kill me first…" Beca grunts in between her strangled chuckles under the newly added weight and Chloe quickly hops off of her before she pops her girlfriend like a balloon. Huffing away some of the hair that fell over face and got into her mouth, Beca continues, "I hope you like basketball because there is no way I'm singing without you there."
"Good thing I enjoy watching basketball and love to watch you sing," Chloe whispers, smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth as she leans in to ghost a kiss over Beca's lips. "No way am I missing this."
Something clicks in Chloe since the both of them are on the topic of Beca singing and she suddenly remembers about Beca's new single that dropped today. Not having much free time became she was focused on school, she completely spaced it out-which doesn't make her feel any better about the situation. Talk about the world's worst girlfriend.
"I haven't heard your single yet," Chloe admitted through a pout, feeling more worse than before now that she said it out loud.
"Don't worry. It hasn't came out yet." Beca gave Chloe a reassuring smile, lifting up her chin up to eye level. That's at least good news. Now Chloe doesn't feel like such an asshole. "Atlantic is dropping it at midnight, California time. I guess the hype for the song is through the roof and Diplo thought it was a good idea to postpone it, teasing our fans a little bit before it's actually leaked. Kind of like Frank Ocean is doing with his new album that has yet to drop," Beca finishes with a scowl and a roll to her eyes.
She gracefully stands up from Chloe's bed to mess around with her hair in the mirror placed on the back of the door. Chloe studies each movement, drunk on the way Beca's hair is still barely curled at the ends and a little disheveled from laying down on it but nonetheless still perfect. When she reaches up to tie her hair in a high ponytail, her baseball tee inching up with her arms, Chloe catches a glimpse of the two defined back dimples and a wave of needing to kiss Beca again washes over her in the matter of seconds.
And then she's hit with a forming crooked smile when she's caught staring and needless to say, everything after that becomes one big blur.
One moment Beca's standing up fixing her hair, the next she's underneath Chloe and participating in a very heavy make out with her hands clasping onto Chloe's ass to bring her closer while she's grinds into the kiss, needy and rough.
The thing Chloe really wants to is have sex with Beca. No sugar coating it. Just actual, full on sex where she'd touch Beca and Beca would touch her and all around would be a night of pure bliss. All of October she has been working up the courage to finally be able to attack this want head on and finally, the idea doesn't bring nervous butterflies as much as it did before.
But now, it wouldn't feel right-though the way she and Beca are kissing right now would say otherwise.
She feels gross after being in that costume all night long, she's exhausted from the stress and nerves that targeted her throughout the entire day, making her pretty much brain dead. Beca probably has a minor case of jet lag and if she were to guess, she'd say that Beca's exhaustion is right behind her's.
When it comes down to having sex with Beca, she wants to perform and perform well enough to rock Beca's world, if she's being honest-which she one hundred percent is. Half assing something is never okay in her book and she's not about to make an exception when her sudden arousal is pounding between her leg like a bass drum.
"For your birthday," Chloe breaks the kiss to mumble this across Beca lips-that also happen to be very swollen and very kissable. It physically pains Chloe not to be kissing her and also undresses her from any coherent words at the moment. So, she dangles what she said and is relieved when Beca understands exactly what she means without the words to explain and is frantically nodding her head up and down.
"Yeah?" Chloe tries her best to smile but is comes out lazy.
"Yeah," Beca answers back; a weird little telepathy thing going on since neither of them clarified what they were agreeing to.
Sex is postponed for the time being and Beca's is perfectly fine with waiting.
That doesn't mean Chloe's going to stop all intimate moments she has with Beca; not like she could make it longer than a a couple hours without kissing the girl since now Beca's under her roof now. What harm will do if she touches second base a few times to cope with her desires as she waits eagerly for next weekend to come?
The answer is none.
And with that, Chloe leans in to close the distance once again but is only stopped by a firm hand to the chest, preventing her from doing so.
Thinking Beca is going to tell her something sweet, sort of like she usually does, "can you put your retainer in?" Chloe is left with this. "It kinda turns me on."
And then she rolls her eyes and smacks Beca's shoulder again, unable to tell if Beca is joking or not with the laughs pouring out from her mouth.
But whatever.
She's just glad Beca is here right now.
Saturday October 29, 7:34 AM
When Chloe flutters her eyes open the next morning, there's two very distinct things she notices. One of them being the added weight covering her entire left side of her body and feeling this already brings a megawatt smile to her face when she is greeted with whom it is. The second thing she notices comes from the same person but instead of the left side of her body being covered by another person's body heat, it's her chest that's being smothered.
More specifically her boob.
Sometime during the night, Beca's hands that seem to have a mind of their own worked their way up Chloe's baggy t-shirt and made no hesitation in taking a full palm to skin grope at whatever they found next during their journey.
And being their lucky night, she went to bed without wearing a bra.
Chloe can't help but smile at where Beca's hand is placed. It's most definitely new, but doesn't mean it's not enjoyable. What's also new is spooning someone to sleep and waking up with that same exact person the very next morning. It's been forever since the other side of her bed has been occupied by someone other than Aubrey or Tank-which don't count in this scenario because for one, she didn't wake up with either of their hands up her shirt.
But waking up to Beca is something amazing to say the least.
Beca starts to stir in her sleep and Chloe thinks that her staring at the brunette for so long was the reason behind this. She quickly averts her eyes to looks at anything other than Beca to make her seem less creepy after staring at Beca for who knows how long.
"What time is it, baby?" she mumbles into Chloe's shirt where her face is molded into the material.
It's a whole different experience hearing Beca's morning voice up close and personal; it's husky and low enough that her words come out as a croak. There's an entirely deep, new sort of timbre to her voice that stirs up Chloe's insides in a way- which is probably why the next thing she does is hook her finger under Beca's chin and dives straight in for a passionate good morning smooch.
Immediately, Beca pulls away before they can really get into the kiss, muttering something about how she has morning breath and now that Chloe thinks about it, she still has in her retainer and she bets that anything she just gave Beca's mouth a full on salvia bath with this crappy piece of plastic covering her teeth.
Definitely not the most sexiest way to wake up and not the ideal good morning kisses you see on TV but Chloe couldn't help it. She has waited months to be in this current position with Beca, craved her kisses like going through a heroine withdrawal. She's addicted to them and it doesn't matter the place or time of day.
A kiss from Beca has worked its way up to Chloe's top priority for this upcoming week.
Reaching over to grab her phone that sits directly next to Beca's, she checks the time. It doesn't surprise her that she woke up somewhat early;she has always been considered the early bird of the family when the rest of her family sleeps until the afternoon. Sleeping in never really occurred until she met a night owl like Beca and found herself more times than not sleeping past ten on days she had off due to being up all night talking on the phone.
"Half past seven," she answers before placing her phone back on her night stand and the groan that comes as a response is almost immediate.
"What are we doing up so early?" Beca whines, shoving her face deeper into the crook of Chloe's neck. "We don't have to be at the airport until 2." Somewhere in Beca's moans and groans once her words started blending together, there's a plea to go back to sleep for at least the next few hours and Chloe finds it almost too adorable to handle this type of behavior so early in the day.
"Well sorry. There was and still is a hand feeling me up and was enough to wake me up," Chloe states smugly, causing Beca to lift her face to lock eyes. Confusion strikes her first, completely unaware of where her left hand currently resides under Chloe's shirt. It isn't until Chloe casually flicks her eyes down towards the lump underneath her shirt when Beca's eyes almost shoot from her sockets and she has to bite the insides of her cheeks not to laugh at this dumbfounded look that hits Beca like a semi truck.
Abruptly, Beca yanks her hand out from under Chloe's shirt so fast, Chloe thinks she might've dislocated it. An overwhelming amount of apologies comes next as Beca babbles in complete nonsense and it only amuses Chloe to see her girlfriend at such a fluttered state.
Getting a good morning grope wasn't something that Chloe didn't enjoy. Not one bit. Yeah, maybe it was different than her usual wake up routine but different in the good way. Really, she should've known better knowing Beca's obvious love for boobs, her's especially.
Like Beca always says; she's a boobman.
"Don't apologize for getting…handsy," Chloe drags a hand through Beca's hair (her ridiculously soft and luscious hair for it being morning while her's probably looks like a tornado just struck it) and bats her eyelashes in a way that she knows her eyes are giving off a sparkle. "As my girlfriend, I expect you to at least cop a feel every once in awhile."
Beca eases a bit, her body language not so tense anymore. Her lips curve into a smirk before she is disobeying her previous pleas of no kissing until after they brush their teeth and softly connects her lips into Chloe's.
This sort of way to wake up is definitely something Chloe can get use to for the next several days.
Saturday October 29, 11:30 AM
Waking up this time after unknowingly falling back asleep as she peacefully listened to the light snores exiting in and out from Beca, she wakes up to the absence of the once warm body heat that kept her nice and snug throughout the night. After scanning her room in search for Beca, she checks her phone next and sees that it's basically almost noon.
Chloe cranes herself up to sit, roaring a refreshing yawn and stretching out her stiff muscles after a good night's sleep. It's when her senses finally kick in and she is hit full blast with the aroma of coffee and bacon that tug her straight out of bed. Walking down the stairs, she peeks around the corner of the kitchen she sees Stacie and Beca wide awake cooking up a storm at the stove.
Taking in the sight at first; she's still kind goes into shock every time Beca cooks, she leans her back against the doorframe unnoticed by the duo, also acquainted by the presence of Tank who lays directly in the middle of the kitchen floor.
"It's been forever, Becs," Stacie groans with her head falling to the ceiling while Beca flips the pieces of bacon on the frying pan. "I'm not saying it's possible, but I'm pretty sure I've grown my hymen back."
"Dude, gross!" Beca smacks Stacie in the stomach, grossed out by the unwanted anatomy of Stacie's body. Chloe snickers at the relationship, seeing a little bit of Aubrey and herself in the pair. She is always the one to speak without a filter, an open book one would say. Aubrey is more on the….conservative side, similar to Beca who fidgets at the word "sex."
"Why don't you get Aubrey to help you out?" Beca suggests, a hint of amusement lacing her words. "You're deprived of sex, Aubrey probably hasn't had a good sexual encounter in what looks like month's."
Chloe shrugs silently, agreeing with Beca. As a normal best friend should, Chloe thinks it's time for Aubrey to let loose and have a good time after studying until her brain is mush. Encouraging Aubrey to go out and meet someone is what she does constantly.
And now that she low key knows there's at least some sexual tension between her and Stacie, she'll only urge her more.
"Aubrey's pretty cute huh?" Stacie sighs, turning around so that her back is leaning against the stove. She's wearing a lazy smile, probably picturing the blonde in her head. "Whatever. Doesn't matter." For now, she tosses the thoughts and resumes back to cooking. "What matters is figuring out if Chloe's carpet matches the drapes."
"Dude!" Beca screeches again and Chloe can't help but giggle to herself. A flustered Beca will always be her favorite. "Can we not talk about that right now? I told you before and I'll tell you again, we are waiting."
"I know, I know. But I'm curious! My money's on that she isn't a natural redhead. There's no way!" Stacie declares positive. "She's hot as shit, first of all, and second, have you seen her skin? Aren't gingers suppose to be like prone to paleness and sunburns? Chloe looks like a bronzed babe with blue eyes. How is that even possible?!"
Chloe hides her offence pretty well under her scoff as she hears this. She's damn straight a natural redhead, born and raised. And though she doesn't have much proof to back this up, there's enough for Beca to be able to tell. She just has to wait and find out herself.
Chloe knows that she probably should make her presence noticed. She is the first one to say eavesdropping is completely rude. But this (strangely odd) conversation is too good to miss.
And technically, is it really eavesdropping if the main topic of the morning chat is about herself? More specifically her vagina.
She doesn't think so.
"What are you doing?" Startled half to death by the surprise voice sneaking up over her shoulder, Chloe yelps, hitting her funny bone on the edge of the wall and is now the center of attention between Stacie and Beca.
Aubrey is muffling her laughs before Beca rushes to check and make sure she is okay.
Guess the snooping is done for now.
Saturday October 29, 2:03 PM
After eating, packing and showering, they make it to the airport at the perfect time before they board for their flight to Los Angeles. Everyone but Beca settles on picking up a Starbucks and a few snacks to eat; Chloe finds something light just in case Beca does wind up getting hungry sometime between point A and point B, making sure whatever snack she bought wouldn't upset Beca's tummy too much.
She hated that Beca is so sensitive when it comes to motion. At least this time she'll be with her the whole way back to California, comforting her girlfriend like she always wants to do.
The five hours seem to fly by before they're landing at LAX. Beca spent the flight showing Chloe a few sneak peeks at the tracks for Diplo's album and also playing her new hit single "Closer" on repeat since it is now Chloe's new favorite jam. Not only is Beca doing majority of the vocals (her weakness) and the song has a catchy beat but also, Ed Sheeran is featured on the track. Add two of Chloe's favorite things on one song and bam, it's her new current jam.
Even quite possibly her new lady jam.
The flight also consisted of many, many naps between all four of them. Stacie and Aubrey were a row in front of them but Chloe was able to see her friend casually resting under Stacie's arm as she slept.
Just friends my ass.
As Chloe would watch a movie on Beca's laptop that she downloaded for the flight, Beca wouldn't hesitate to curl into her side and fall right to sleep once her eyes closed, hoping to avoid enduring another chick flick Chloe has picked out. It was relaxing though Chloe was dying to get Beca to watch another movie.
But holding Beca was even better.
Right when they land and start to exit the plane, Chloe notices sudden a profile change on Beca. She wearing her sunglasses now-even though they're inside- and has the hood up from her jacket that she pulled out of her carry on. At first, seeing this was bizarre and Chloe didn't understand why Beca is trying to camouflage herself as they walk through the terminals of LAX.
Then, it hits her all at once when she runs into one of those shops in the airport and sees her girlfriend's face plastered on the front cover of the very popular Billboard magazine.
Oh that's right, Beca is really freaking famous.
Silly Chloe, how could she forget.
Chloe about loses the words to speak as she picks up one of this magazines and flips through the pages until she finds Beca's section. Inside is an interview, mostly asking about why Beca kept her voice undercover for so long (at least she wasn't the only one that wanted to know). Even in the interview it talks about her long distance relationship with Chloe.
"I'm going to be honest, it's hard not waking up to her every day and after flying down to Georgia to meet Chloe for the very first time, it's gotten even harder. But I love her so much that I can't even imagine myself going a full hour without talking to her let alone months. We make our relationship work and that's all that matters."
Chloe attempts to keep her swooning at a minimum but in reality, fails completely. Such a charmer her girlfriend is and how cool is it that she is being talked about in a magazine?! They even posted the Instagram picture of her and Beca at the Drive In. She has to call and tell her mom about this.
There's other stuff talked about in the interview regarding how long Beca has been creating music and where she found her start but Chloe is too focused on how incredibly hot Beca looks, dressed almost casual, with a pair of black skinny jeans, a red and blue flannel and her hair curled perfectly.
The cover though is what puts Chloe almost into cardiac arrest.
Leave it to Beca to cup her crotch and pose with her best intimidation face to make Chloe want to drop her underwear.
"She's looks hot huh?" Stacie must've seen the damage done by the cover on Chloe's posture as she comments from afar.
Hot? For sure.
But also yummy, sexy, delicious, I want to devour your face, are equally satisfying words to sum up Beca's photo shoot.
"Don't worry, I got your copy at home," Beca says with a smirk, reaching out to grab the magazine from Chloe's hands to place back on the stand. She replaces the item with her hand as she leads the group down to baggage claim to retrieve their bags.
Saturday October 29, 4:20 PM
Los Angeles is something magical Chloe has decided.
That is except for the bumper to bumper traffic they've been sitting in for at least twenty minutes, not even close to Beca and Stacie's apartment.
Atlanta has traffic. It's nothing new to her. But it usually depended on the time of day when the highway would start to fill up with more and more cars.
This though is absolute awful and something Chloe could easily pass on.
But other than the traffic, California is beautiful. Everything about it actually; the perfect weather, the buildings, the trees, the grass. Hell, even the people here are all gorgeous, with their golden, sun kissed skin and God given hair. She feels like she is in a dream sometimes and has to pinch herself to make sure this whole new world in real life.
Beca points out Atlantic from the highway as they drive by while her hand is messing around with Chloe's thumb ring as theirs hands rest on top of the middle console. It's a habit Beca does when they hold hands, something that Chloe just can't seem to get enough of.
Atlantic is huge.
LA is huge.
And overall, it's definitely living up to both her's and Aubrey's expectations as they admire every little detail out the window of Beca's car (which by the way, is a brand new, all white Range Rover that only adds a cherry to the top of how famous Beca actually is and how she is dating a real life celebrity. Is it even humanly possible for Beca to get any hotter?)
Saturday October 29, 4:53 PM
"Oh my goodness!" Chloe squeals when Beca enters her apartment and heads up to her room to bring down a newly added fur ball in the palm of her hands. She reaches to hold the kitten, cooing a series of gushy baby noises as the kitten mewls in her hands.
"This it Buttercup," Beca introduces with a warm smile and Chloe squeals again, still not over how Beca named her kitten after the nickname she gave her the very first night they talked online.
Beca Mitchell, a hopeless romantic.
After taking in all the cuteness Buttercup is, also sharing with Aubrey who pleads to hold her too, Chloe sets the kitten down and takes a good look at Beca's apartment. It's a nice pad-which isn't really surprising since this is an LA apartment and everything it seems like in LA is super nice. But even though it's one of the more fancier apartments Chloe has been in, there's still that comfy aroma that she feels at her own home.
Not too big, not too small.
It's just right.
Once the apartment tour is done from the downstairs, Stacie takes Aubrey to show her the pool, claiming that she has the best spot to lay out and tan. As for Chloe, she searches for the little kitten who has been at her ankles since the time she has enter Beca's apartment and reaches down to pick her up.
"Okay babe. Wanna grab my suitcase? I have some very important bonding time with this little one," Chloe gushes in an almost embarrassing baby voice, rubbing her nose back and forth into the kitten's cheek. Before Beca can respond, she bolts it up the stairs to find Beca's room, laughing the entire way.
"Um, rude! You're suppose to be bonding with me!" Chloe can hear this being yelled from where she's at on the staircase and also a few chuckles from Beca.
"I'm waiitttinggg," Chloe taunts, half wanting Beca to get up here to show her around and half not really knowing where she is going.
Soon though, with a suitcase in her hand and a dirty smirk on her face, Beca stomps up the stairs to follow.
Saturday October 29, 5:30 PM
"What time does the festival start again?" Chloe asks, picking up a chocolate covered milk dud and sticking it in her mouth before doing the same for Beca.
They've been hanging out in Beca's room, listening to music off of her speakers for what meant to be a little rest but ended up turning into a plethora of junk food to snack on as they regain all their energy back.
God knows they need it for the night they have in store for them.
Beca smacks her lips after snatching the chocolate from Chloe's fingers. "Eight," she mumbles in between chews. "We should probably leave here around six thirty. I have to make sure everything is setup for my performance."
Chloe snaps up from where she is laying across Beca stomach, wide eyes and mouth hanging to the floor. "Did you say your performance?" Beca only answers with a sheepish smile and Chloe almost screams at the top of her lungs at the news. "Beca! You're performing tonight?!"
"I mean, kinda?" Beca answers unsure. "I'm going on with Diplo so it's kinda a "shared set.""
Chloe raises her hands up to shake them aimlessly in the air, having too much excitement streaming her body to form actual words. "Oh my God! Oh my God! Why didn't you tell me?! This is awesome!" She smacks Beca in the arm. It seems like it's news after news that casually keeps appearing and she doesn't know how much more she can take.
"I'm full of surprises, Beale," Beca answers back with a smirk. "Which reminds me…" She gets up from her bed and heads over to where her mixing equipment is laid out and grabs something off her desk. Walking back to the bed with the unknown surprise placed in her hand, she hands it over to Chloe.
It's a blown up, probably triple the size poster of Beca's front cover picture for Billboard and a personal copy of the magazine underneath. Written in black sharpie behind the photo,
Please replace that fucking awful poster picture of Justin Bieber with me? I love you baby :-)
Chloe laughs reading this, leveling the paper to see Beca's wry smile. "Awe babe. I think you two would look auhmazing side by side to each other."
"Absolutely not," Beca snorts with a sharp eye roll, repositioning herself back on the bed while Chloe puts the pictures next to her suitcase so they don't get bent. As soon as she gets home, Bieber is going in the trash because Beca's cover is something to gawk at every night before bed.
Can she possibly make copies of these?
"Now come here," Beca instructs sternly, slapping a hand to the area where Chloe once was. Can't say the demanding voice didn't' give Chloe a heavy jab to the gut. "I wanna make out before the festival."
And Chloe doesn't really need to be told twice before she basically teleports into Beca's arms, crashing their lips together in almost a hungry manner.
Saturday October 29, 7:02 PM
If Chloe meets one more famous person tonight, she thinks she might seriously die from shock.
Actually, she doesn't really know what will happen to her but what she does know is that it won't be pretty. Maybe preparation in the day of fame now that she's with Beca should've been done before hand and of course she knew that there would be a list of celebrities involved in tonight's agenda left and right.
But wow.
Never in a million years would've thought that she'd be face to face with the one and only Selena Gomez.
And God, she's even prettier in person.
"Chloe!" Selena beams as her and Beca walk up hand in hand backstage where majority of the artists are at. Chloe almost has a heart attack because even though she has met pretty much all of Atlantic and Beca's producing team, including Diplo, (oh my God) Skrillex, (Oh my God) and even David Guetta, (OH MY GOD) she can't get over the fact that Selena freaking Gomez knows her name.
Knows her actual existence.
Holy guacamole, she might just faint right here right now.
"It's so nice to finally meet you!" Selena reaches out for an eager shake;Chloe kind of wishes she didn't because she knows her hand is sweating up a storm. It doesn't seem to bother Selena though because next thing is, she is being swept into a hug that literally takes her breath away.
"You snagged yourself a gem, shorty. She's absolutely stunning!" Chloe snorts when she's released from Selena's hold.
Same could definitely be said about you. And did she really just compliment me?!
"I know," Beca agrees with a smile, moving in shifty to place a kiss over Chloe's check that instantly starts to burn. "This is her best friend Aubrey and you already know Stacie."
"Nice to meet you as well." Selena smiles, mirroring the gesture over to Aubrey this time and it makes Chloe feel a little better to see Aubrey in a similar starstruck phase.
A tall women who Chloe is unfamiliar comes up behind Beca next and hugs her around her neck. Chloe takes it that this girl is Cassidy, judging by the height and facial structures that make her look almost photoshopped. If those weren't a dead giveaway that she has to be related to Stacie, it was for sure the miles of legs the girl is supporting.
"Glad you made it back safely." Cassidy whips Beca around to hug her from the front until she catches Stacie standing next to Aubrey and charges in for a hug from her next.
"Hey cuz!"
Stacie returns the hug, squealing around like haven't seen each other in ages. When they break apart and fall under the typical "how are you?"and, "how was Georgia and the flight back?" Chloe gets a good look at the two side by side. Cassidy is basically a taller, (if possible) slightly looking older version of Stacie but still carries the model given genes and the goddess body structure.
Jesus, Chloe can only imagine what the rest of their family tree looks like.
"Cass, this is Aubrey and Chloe. Beca's girlfriend and Beca's girlfriend's best friend," Stacie introduces and Cassidy immediately sweeps in for a hug from the both of them.
"I'm Stacie's cousin," Cassidy classifies with a wide grin. Oh really? Couldn't tell by the insanely good features you're sporting. "I'm also Beca's manager."
"My manager who has a lot to tell me about this upcoming game I might add," Beca says in her best authoritative voice.
"Yo shorty!" Diplo's voice is heard from afar and soon, he's jogging in and throwing his arms up and around Beca's shoulders that are framed wonderfully by his bro tank he is wearing. For being almost forty, this guy sure is an attractive hunk. "You ready for tonight? Lines on top of lines are already forming outside before doors open."
Beca sends a sheepish smile, along with a shrug. She looks she tiny compared to him. "As ready as I'll ever be."
Everything is going fine as Diplo and Beca go over a few last minute arrangements for their set while Cassidy takes Stacie and Aubrey to look around backstage. Suddenly though, the area and everyone around seems to freeze before Beca's eyes stretch so wide Chloe thinks they might tear.
Diplo catches it too before he's morphing to mirror the expression.
"Hootie Hoo!" Beca then hollers this through a cupped hand and weirdly, it catches Selena's attention instantly from where she is getting ready backstage. Chloe sees the look of panic wash over her face and then, Selena is politely excusing herself to wherever she plans on going.
What the Hell is going on?
"Um, explain." Chloe giggles as her suspicion only grows larger. There's has to be a reason to why Selena just bolted out of the room like the plague was spreading.
"A little warning call we made up when her ex makes his grand appearance," Beca informs nonchalantly and Diplo nods his head. "They're civil towards each other but God, no one ever wants to talk to their ex, especially on bad terms let's be real."
Chloe zones out almost everything after Beca mentions Selena's ex and her jaw nearly hits the floor when only one person comes to mind. "Justin Bieber is here?!" Chloe exclaims loudly, half joking, half being serious. She scans the area, twisting her head back and forth to find him talking to a group of artists amongst themselves. "Can we go meet him?!" She was not informed that Justin Bieber would be here.
Beca, with her dead panned face, not even a twitch or blink to break through her stone hard facial expression, turns her back to walk away, leaving Chloe to bark out a series of laughter as she jogs to catch up.
Saturday October 29, 8:40 PM
Beca wasn't lying when she told Chloe that this place is too amazing to describe and you'd have to experience it in person to get the real gist.
The place almost seems fake, like an illusion or something.
For tonight, (since apparently each day has a different theme) everyone is decked out in white, making each and every person glow in the crowd under all the black lights surround the stage. Chloe's outfit, as well as Beca's, isn't anything complicated. A white tank top and high waisted shorts while with a neon bandana around her head after Stacie declared they'd each wear one. Beca wears the same but instead of shorts, she has on white skinny jeans and black, high top Nike with her hair straightened flawlessly.
Beca had to keep it comfortable and wear something that is easy to move around in since she's performing tonight-which still is something Chloe can't get over. And not that she is complaining because Beca looks hot;she always does.
That's nothing new.
Aubrey and Stacie went out to the store before hand and got glow in the dark paint to order hand prints all over eachother, making their get up that much better.
It's only the beginning of the concert and already, Chloe's pretty much in heaven, after receiving a backpack full of glow sticks to join the fun-thanks to her girlfriend who remembered about her glow sticking obsession from previous conversations. She shows Beca and Stacie and a lot of other friends she's made so far in the crowd all her skills, not that surprised when they're all impressed.
Not to brag or anything.
"Okay my little raver. That was pretty sick," Beca compliments and only Chloe responds with an "I told you so" before they're dancing along to the beat of the music.
The energy is different here. Almost every person she meets is about as friendly as she is and there is a vibe here that she just can't seem to pinpoint. Either way though, the venue and concert is truly too good for words.
And she's not just saying that because there are hundreds of blow up beach balls floating back and forth through the crowd though that is a pretty big reason.
She snaps her pictures, taking even more with Beca just to remember this feeling. And actually, she's been taking pictures all day since she landed in California. Tonight though is just something too magical to forget.
"Alright, I'm almost up," Beca yells in Chloe's ear, trying to get her voice above the pulsing music playing on stage. Where they are at on the VIP section made it impossible to hear anything but bass. If Chloe wasn't deaf before, she sure as Hell is now.
Knowing her girlfriend, Chloe can see Beca trying to control her nerves enough to not make them noticeable, hiding them by wringing out her fingers awkwardly and avoiding eye contact. But under and familiar with these signs, she can tell Beca is picking at her skin with how nervous she is.
This is a big deal-correction, huge deal. It's Beca's very first performance live and in front of thousands of people instead of just through a computer screen. That's a big enough reason to be nervous.
"Good luck, baby!" Chloe wraps her arms around Beca's neck and leans down to give her a few kisses to ease Beca's nerves. Her body is going off of pure ecstasy and she doesn't know whether it is because David Guetta is currently on stage, or Beca is about to perform.
Probably both.
After receiving a shaky smile from Beca, she watches her weave in and out through the crowd and up to the stage where Diplo is waiting. More pictures are taken while she waits with Stacie and Aubrey, who have happened to arrange a position where Aubrey is sitting on top of Stacie's shoulders, her thighs pressed loose against either side of Stacie's cheeks.
How the girl had the strength to do that, Chloe will never know.
They dance too and she's happy this concert is outside where it's at least a little bit cooler and not so humid. Chloe's having the time of her life but in all honesty, she's already missing her dancing partner, who surprisingly happens to be a very, very good dancer.
Or at least that's what Chloe can pick up from the way Beca expertly moves her hips.
There's an applause, there's an intermission, there's a water break, there's an introduction for the next performing DJs and then all of a sudden, there's Beca on stage, standing behind a gigantic turntable that runs long enough for both her and Diplo to not be scrunched together. There's fancy headphones wrapped around her neck, along with an added snapback (oh dear God) and she starts messing around with the nobs and dials on the tables before a booming bass starts pumping through the speakers.
There's strobe lights and colored lights flashing in every direction that it's almost overwhelming. Diplo and Beca are amping the crowd, jumping and waving their hands up in the air. You know, typical DJ movements.
Then, Beca's singing and the people around Chloe are either singing the lyrics with her or chanting her name, and Beca looks so in her element, and so insanely happy that it brings tears to Chloe's eyes (God, why is she always so emotional?)
She shakes out the happy tears to focus on Beca and how well she is performing on stage. She dances with Aubrey and Stacie, or anyone who would dance with her as she sings so loud she's defiant her voice would be gone by the end of tonight.
Chloe is high on life and this is the closest thing to paradise she can get.
California is something else.
So baby pull me closer in the back seat of your Rover
That I know you can't afford, bite that tattoo on your shoulder
Pull the sheets right off the corner, of the mattress that you stole
From your roommate back in Boulder, we ain't ever getting older