Okay, a decision has been made and I've decided to split this specific chapter into two parts. Why I did this is because I want to make sure to touch up on everything during Chloe's vacation in LA. Doing that and not even being close to finished, there's was already a lot words. So, I split this chapter and sometime either tomorrow night or the next day, I'll post the second part. (Depending on how bad my Chemistry class is kicking my ass)
Ninety percent is already written so updating won't take as long as this chapter (sorry)
Thank you guys for reading and all your kind words. Again, you make my world go round :)
Warnings this chapter & next: Minimal drug use and smut. But those are the best things, right? ;)
Also, POV starts with Beca's and changes after the concert to Chloe's.
(I DO NOT OWN PITCH PERFECT)
Chapter Sixteen- New Presents: Part 1
Saturday October 29, 8:56 PM
Terrified.
Beca is fucking terrified to perform tonight.
It was one thing showing her voice to the world; she was use to being the ghost behind the beats and keeping that talent locked deep inside with only a handful of people closest to her that were lucky enough to be able to listen. But now, showing her voice to thousands of people who paid money to see her sing live….
Let's just say it is a little unsettling, or in other words, the nerves are there and they're here making a statement as Beca's palms sweat and her stomach rumbles in fear.
She's not scared that she won't perform well.
Hell, it's obvious that she is a pretty damn good singer; she knows it and everyone with a set of ears knows it too. The thing that is really scary is that out of this entire crowd, the one person she wants to perform the best for isn't able to be here tonight.
She fumbles around her in pockets to find her phone before clicking straight into her saved a shaky grip, she lifts the up to her ear before that sweet angelic voice rings through the speaker.
"Hey bug. Calling to let you know I just listened to your latest mix on YouTube and I gotta say kid, if a record company doesn't sign to soon, I'm going to quit my job and fly down to LA and knock some sense into their heads. What you can do is what others dream of doing and I can't put into words how incredibly proud I am of you. I know now it doesn't seem like you are making it far when it comes to views and I'm the only one giving your songs attention, but the attention will come, I promise you. I love you to the moon and back bug and I can't tell you enough how very proud I am of you."
End of message.
Tears are instant when hearing her mother's voice. Beca tries her best not to make them visible, taking that she is backstage with groups and groups of crew members, along with other artists running around and she would hate to get thrown under all the questions regarding if she is okay.
Truth is though, she's more than okay.
She's a lot better than how she was a couple minutes ago and it might not make sense now because she is crying but she knows it's good to let it out.
That's why she's kept so many of her mother's voicemails from before she passed-this one just being Beca's favorite. When things get rough, or simply she needs to hear her mother's voice again, she'll play them
She's gone years going through majority of the stages for the grieving process; denial, anger, bargaining, and depression. Maybe this is the final stage, her being seconds away from performing live that's been her dream since she first started creating music. Acceptance that even though her mom isn't her to live this dream with her doesn't mean she should hold back. If anything, she has Chloe now, even Stacie, Aubrey and Hell, her dad is now back in the picture.
She's living a dream she has had since even before she started mixing music. Growing up watching music videos late at night, friends sneaking her around to clubs and even managed to place a fake ID in her hand at one point. How'd they do it, she'll never know nor does she really want to.
Looking up to the sky where the pink from the clouds mix with the orange, "I miss you so much mom," Beca's whisper comes out as a weak croak from crying but feels like she is speaking through a microphone.
She wipes her cheeks to get rid of the streaks of tears and tries to unpuff her eyes so she doesn't go on stage looking like she had an allergic reaction to something. Diplo jogs up next to Beca and gives her a comforting pat on her shoulder.
Her situation with her mom was something he had discovered one day in the studio when Beca was thinking of songs to write about. He is like an older brother to her in the way, so she felt comfortable letting her emotions lay on the table.
And that's not because he was old.
Not being a fan of sympathy as she feels like it's a sign of weakness, his was appreciated at the time and much needed.
"You ready?" Diplo asks when Beca twists her head to give him a weak smile. He's holding Beca's personal pair of headphones that hook on his index finger and taking the piece, Beca nods her head while wrapping them around the back of her neck, just under her hair.
Regardless, things aren't perfect like they feel like they should and she thinks that it never will be. Not without her mom being by her side but Beca knows that if she was here today, her mother would be proud.
And that's all she could ever ask for.
Saturday October 29, 9:43 PM
Here's how the rest of the night goes: Beca finishes her set aside with Diplo-flawlessly, she might add. Even Selena got on stage with them for a surprise appearance to perform "Tomorrow Never Comes" which had the crowd going absolutely berserk. They were singing along, jumping up and down to the beat and clapping their hands whenever Beca signaled them too.
She even received a few bikini tops of all fluorescent colors that were thrown from somewhere in the crowd-which Beca can bet Chloe isn't the most pleased about. Reminder to apologize to her later.
But anyway, it was insane.
Words can't describe how Beca felt performing. Having so much control or the shape of the audience in the palm of her hands. She felt like a puppeteer controlling everyone by little threads of strings tied around her fingers. The energy from the crowd, the jolting ecstasy streaming through her veins and the euphoria of singing live in front of an audience basically ran her on autopilot.
It was a feeling she will still feel tomorrow, the next day and probably even the rest of the week. She almost can't believe there is three nights of this concert and truth is, she'll most likely than not be dead by the end of it.
Taking a minute to herself, she takes another glance up to the sky that has now transformed into clear dark skies. She thinks it's ironic that the California skies have not a cloud in sight since the past few day have been either really gloomy with rain or covered every inch of blue sky there was. Not really being religious but hoping one day she'd be able to see her mom again, it sort of feels like a sign. As if her mom is watching down on her without anything to block her view.
She smiles at the thought and returns her focus to the crowd while Diplo throws his arm around her shoulders to embrace the energy as a pair.
Before actually melting into the audience from the amount of cheers going around because she was ecstatically paralyzed with happiness, Beca zooms off the stage after a few quick waves, ignoring most of the cameras and attention backstage until she finally makes it back into the VIP section where Stacie, Aubrey and Chloe are standing.
She attacks Stacie with a violent bear hug that soon lifts her off the ground as Stacie spins her around, squealing about how well she performed tonight. After complaining about being tossed around like a rag doll, Stacie drops her and gives her a more gentle hug.
Next is Aubrey, who surprisingly and takes Beca's breath away by the out of the blue action as she hooks her arm around Beca's shoulders and brings her in for a less aggressive hug compared to Stacie's first. It's not as smooth and slightly more awkward, but nonetheless does it not warm Beca's insides at the effort. At least she is trying and it means a lot.
"You were great up there, midget," Aubrey says after retracting her arm back and a smirk instantly curves up at the nickname. It's not the most reassuring name to be called since height jokes are never okay with Beca, but knowing it's coming from Aubrey makes it special.
"Just trying to give my all up there for you Mitchie fans," Beca battles back with her own mirrored smirk and Aubrey rolls her eyes before her attention is once again glued to the stage where the next DJ is setting up.
Lastly is Chloe who is standing beside all the action, waiting patiently until everyone has had their turn with the celeb herself. On instinct and as a reflex when seeing her proud, megawatt smile that lights up the entire concert's venue, Beca doesn't waste a second before her lips are crashing onto Chloe's in a hungry, passionate kiss.
Overall, it's kind of gross and not the most appealing when their lips meet because for some reason, Beca has managed to start crying once she saw Chloe, along with the hurricane of adrenaline pumping through her veins. And Chloe of course starts to cry once she feels Beca crying so really, it was one big salty mess that still somehow lit off fireworks behind Beca's eyelids.
She pours everything into the kiss; the emotions regarding her mother, the post performance jitters and all the love she has for this girl it's almost scary how much there really is. The concert continues and both of them don't even flinch when the bass shakes the ground they are standing above-being too caught up in the kiss and holding onto any piece of skin they can find.
"I'm so proud of you," Chloe whispers when she takes a much needed breath away from the kiss, their lips though still basically touching. "She would be so proud of you." Beca is actually surprised she heard this with the now Zedd performing on stage and the bass from the music shaking the stage as the crowd around them jumps to the beat.
But then again she's not because whenever she's with Chloe, it feels like it's only them two in the room. It doesn't matter if it's twenty people around them or damn near millions. Chloe is the only thing important and hearing this from her only breaks down Beca even farther.
"I love you," Beca yells this and she can take a guess that her voice wasn't heard much with the music swallowing up anything that comes out of her mouth. Chloe still beams a smile; Beca then guesses she read her lips.
"I love you too my rockstar."
And after a few more kisses to soak up each other's presence, they continue to dance the night away and Beca can honestly say this is the best night of her life.
Sunday October 30, 6:45 AM
Chloe wakes up to the sound of her phone ringing next to her head that's practically vibrating through Beca's table. Obviously, she forgot to plug it up and turn the ringer off for a much needed morning to sleep in after the night she had. Rubbing the sleep away from her eyes, she takes in the lack of light and can observe that it must still be pretty early. She also takes in the level of comfort blanketing her body as Beca's arms are securely wrapped around her shoulders, smothering her face in the crevice of Beca's neck and chest.
As weird as it probably sounds when taking in the fact that Beca is noticeably smaller than Chloe but right now, as her arm is draped over Beca's stomach and she's cuddled into every inch of skin there is possible, she feels the smallest she's ever felt before.
And that's including the ex boyfriends that fell in the category of being extremely built and over the height of six foot.
But with Beca, it's strange. She feels about as tiny as an ant being held and it makes it kinda hard to want to move, or break away from this amount of comfort without missing her touch.
Beca also smells heavenly, which is another factor to the equation of Chloe not wanting to get up from the bed. Something like a buttery, vanilla from her body wash (or maybe even a coconut scent) but all around intoxicating as she inhales where her nose is pressed against Beca's neck.
Beca mumbles something incoherent at the noise from the phone; Chloe guesses it's along the line to turn it off before breaks it in half and it makes her chuckle at how grumpy her girlfriend always is in the morning. Leaning over, she catches her mom's name light up on her screen and curses when she has to detangle from all of Beca's limbs, remove herself from the warmth and sneak away quietly into the bathroom to answer the call.
Another whine of some sort comes out from Beca at the loss of contact and is almost cute enough for Chloe to swipe ignore and hurry to rush back into bed, but knowing her mother (any mom that is) doing that probably wouldn't be the best option. Especially since it's been awhile since she has spoken to her and probably has loads of questions to answer from her family. So, taking one last glance of her sleeping girlfriend who has now taken the pillow she was sleeping on to replace Chloe's frame, she smiles and heads to a more private place to talk.
"Hello?" Chloe whispers at first; she answered the phone before the bathroom door was closed and she didn't want to chance waking up Beca. Once she's fully secure in the bathroom, she flips the lid to the toilet seat down and takes a seat.
"Chloe dear, how are you?" Her mom's voice chirps through the phone with so much enthusiasm it makes Chloe groan into the palm of her hand. Clearly unaware of how insanely early it is here compared to down in Florida, her mom isn't making it any easier to wake up.
She's a morning person, don't get her wrong. But not when she has had a total of four hours of sleep after dancing until her feet stopped working the previous night.
Yawning into the back of her hand, "I'm good, mom. Pretty exhausted though." After having to clear her throat from the post sleep croak, Chloe mumbles into the phone.
"How is California treating you guys?"
"Well, besides it being six in the morning," Chloe retorts sarcastically, hinting a little bit of Beca's personality that she picked up. "It's amazing here. So much better in person and travel pictures online."
"That's nice. California is something else and I'm so jealous you get to experience it yet so happy for you. How's Beca?"
Unintentionally and not being able to control it, Chloe's mouth automatically curves upward and she begins to feel the swarm of butterflies release in the pit of her stomach at the mention of Beca. "She's really good. Last night was her first time performing live and though it wasn't for long because the album is still being worked on, she did amazing. I was a little nervous with the issue with her mom and could tell it was affecting her but her performance was truly amazing."
Briefly through past conversations, Chloe had stumbled upon the topic of Beca's situation with her mom with her own. So this isn't anything new to her.
"Well tell her congrats for me! I can only imagine how hard it was to perform. She's a tough cookie though." Chloe can almost hear her mother's beaming grin and sincerity in her voice, thus making her own smile that much larger. "Speaking of Beca, she's all magazines and social media can talk about. Plus, your name is also getting thrown around here and there. Basically, you guys are Hollywood's "it" couple."
This isn't news to Chloe, obviously since she's been receiving a fair share of Beca's fan base and has been gaining followers by the second. And also with the Billboard magazine and the piece Beca talked about, their relationship has been put on the pedestal for everyone to see.
Being talked about quite frequently amongst fans and people she doesn't know on a personal level was weird at first, Chloe can admit. Still even today, it's hard to go places without running into someone that wants to get a picture, or talks endlessly about Beca's music. She even contemplated deleting her Instagram and Twitter before making a completely new one just so she'd be able to have her privacy back.
For Christ sakes, she's an in dept grad student, living in Atlanta Georgia who is about to become a middle school music teacher, not a big time celebrity that's making money just taking a breath of fresh air. Never in a million years would she of imagined herself signing autographs, taking pictures with random fans or Jesus, seeing her face on one of the most popular magazines in America.
But she knows Beca's status in the world and what she signed up for when she first said yes into dating a big time music producer. The little things like paparazzi and candid pictures and fans non stop are all something Chloe has to get use to.
And she'd do it in a heartbeat if it meant dating Beca for the rest of her life.
"Yeah it's kind of crazy here. I mean, LA is her nest and all of her fans live down here, so the attention we get driving around, or even the concert last night was almost too surreal."
"I'm sure you've already seen the pictures floating around of you two at this concert? I was never into the media until I heard from my co workers that my own daughter is being talked about..." Her mom continues to go on about whatever it is she is talking about while Chloe takes the chance to look up these so called pictures of her and Beca.
After putting her mom on speaker phone to at least sort of listen to what she is saying, she checks Twitter first; that being the ideal option of where new gossip gets posted first. Being right, mentions and replies from all her followers have tagged her in MTV's latest tweets that happen to be pictures of the entire concert last night and everyone performing.
Snapshots of Selena and Bieber are the most retweeted and popular but a simple picture of Beca and Chloe kissing after her set was the third most talked about amongst others. There's also photo stills of Beca and Diplo's performance that still even this morning has Chloe in awe but she focuses more on the picture of them kissing.
She's actually surprised that she didn't catch the cameras around her when they were taking this photo but then again, she was so wrapped up with Beca's overall performance and overfilled with emotions to focus on anything other than the DJ herself. It felt right to kiss Beca in that moment, perfect even.
"Georgia's sweetheart and student teacher, Chloe Beale, takes a trip up to the big city, supporting rising music producer, Beca Mitchell, on her very first big set performance with a big smooch that has the entire world in awe. Long distance between two sure is hard but with these lovely, inspiring ladies, anything seems possible."
How the media got her information about what her occupation is, Chloe will never know and truthfully, it's a little scary. She assumes that they got a deeper look into her Instagram and or Facebook to get all the information they needed.
"Oh wow," Chloe gasps, still in shock that it's her name being talked about, next to big time celebrities that she spent majority of her teenage years gawking over.
"She's ranking huge, Chlo. I can only imagine with her image and album coming out the amount of attention she'll get then." Chloe scrunches her face hearing this. Was her mom trying to imply that because Beca is insanely good looking that she'll be given more "female" attention? If that's the case then Chloe is about to stop it before that even becomes a thing.
She's not clingy or the jealous type (that was until Beca came around and she feels queasy when even another girl looks in Beca's direction) and she knows a for a fact Beca would never cheat on her. But she's predatorial and if it needs to be vocalized that Beca is in a relationship, Chloe will sure as Hell grab the nearest microphone and announce that without hesitation.
"I hope her fame doesn't scare you away."
"I'm not going anywhere, mom." Chloe doesn't mean to get snappy and defensive towards her mom. It was a valid thing to say knowing that this new world is all very new to Chloe and could be a little (a lot) overwhelming at first. Thinking she'd pack her bags and dip out, leaving Beca alone and probably heart broken is something that irritated her the most.
She's been in it from the start and will be in it with Beca till the end.
"I don't want to jinx it or whatever, especially since we've only been dating for two months, talking for three, but the feelings are there and they're strong, mom." Chloe admits, exhaling a heavy breath because everything regarding her feelings towards Beca finally caught up to her. "I love her so much it's scary. Actually, it's freaking terrifying how much I care about this girl."
Maybe her overflowing love for Beca is coming from their situation, and how they do have to experience time and space away from each other, more time needed for the both of them too. And maybe it's because when ever they do get the chance to see each other in person, all those feelings erupt like a volcano and basically triple in size compared to if they were to see one another every day.
Whatever it is, Chloe can't complain.
"I know, that's why I don't want fame or the public to get in the way of your relationship. I haven't seen you since graduation but I can already tell what an impact Beca has made on you. Paul didn't even make you this happy and you claimed he was your soulmate."
Chloe cringes, knowing how well that ship sailed. Paul was her first actual love, that's the truth. Maybe she was a little theatrical when she said he was her soulmate because clearly, that didn't work out but being with him has been the closest she's ever been to finding a soulmate. The break up wasn't bad, don't get her wrong. They just were in new different places at the same time. It only made sense to call it quits before one of them got hurt.
She loved Paul a lot.
He was her rock throughout high school and again, was her first real love. Before Paul, she didn't think it existed and was out searching for Prince Charming through gut wrenching dates and occasional late night hook ups with a "nice" guy she met at a party. But with him, he proved that there was such a thing as true love.
With Beca, it's like she's not even in love with the girl and that there should be a much deeper and bigger word to describe how she truly feels. Every little emotion, or feeling she has towards Beca are so intense that love doesn't even come close to explaining the butterflies she is flooded under.
She gets ahead of herself more times than not. Both hands raised, she is a true sap at heart and unrealistic, the least to say when it comes to dating. Though over the years, she's become more and more picky when it comes to dating and realized that chick flicks are one big fat lie when it comes to relationships in the real world.
With Beca though, it feels like she is living a fairytale. She didn't even think it was physically possible to love someone as much as she loves Beca but like a lot of other things in her life, Beca has proved her wrong. Beca does these little things that add to all this love, such as kiss her at red lights, just to spare the time and Beca's holds her hand every chance she gets whether Chloe is expecting it or not.
And she doesn't want to get a head start like she did with Paul but honest to God, Beca is her soulmate.
This isn't her young, teenage self that was wrapped around Noah and Allie's love life talking either. This is the mature, twenty seven year old, Chloe Beale talking and she is certain that Beca is her soulmate, significant other, rock, life line and all other gushy labels that make up Beca's title.
She's more than positive.
"When am I going to meet this lovely girl, Chloe?" Her mom's voice reels her back from out of her thoughts and she can't help but notice the face splitting grin stretched across her face at the inner thoughts she had regarding Beca.
She is in way too deep with this girl.
"Hopefully soon. I know she wants to meet the fam but it's hard with her work schedule now with the album almost being done."
"Your dad and I have been talking about going down to the beach house for a weekend before winter comes around, not that it means much in Tampa." Chloe laughs along with her mother. While living in Tampa, it seemed like there was only one season and that season being summer. Of course, there was the occasional cold front with heavy rain showers but that'd only bring out the humidity, more than it already was. "You're done with your classes for school?"
"Yeah! I finished all my work before I left Atlanta. All I need to do is go over graduation stuff before December when I walk and I'm all set!"
"You could invite Beca down to our beach house once we get a set weekend. I'd love to meet her. It's not the same hearing about it through the TV or on the radio. Maybe your brothers would be able to tag along as well."
Chloe thinks for a while. Getting free time would be hard for sure but thanks to all her unused vacation days for work, it would be easy to find a weekend to take off. Even Thanksgiving while the kids are on break would be a breeze to go down to Florida for a mini vacation. It's Beca's schedule that would be hard clearing up but maybe with extra time in advance, her label would be more open to letting her leave for a few days.
Plus, Chloe doesn't want to waste the free opportunity to missed Beca wearing a bikini for an entire weekend, attempting to ride the jet skis her brothers bring out. Now that's a scene too good to miss.
"Yeah, that sounds like fun. I'll talk to her about it when she wakes up-which by the way you happily interrupted for me, thank you very much." Chloe rolls her eyes but smiles anyway. Now that's she's been on the phone for a while, she's not as tired.
"Oh shoot! I forgot about the time difference! I'm sorry, hun."
"It's okay. I haven't talked to you on the phone other than the few messages back and forth. I miss you."
"I miss you too. Tell Beca and Aubrey I said hello. I'll let you get back to sleep, I know this week Beca has a handful planned out for you."
"Yeah I will," Chloe mumbles after a yawn and runs a hand through her hair where her arm is elevated and leaning on the counter while her eyes start to flutter shut. "I'll call you again sometime this week."
"Send pictures too!" Her mom eagerly rushes out. She'll be jumping off the walls at how many Chloe has taken so far, especially the pictures featuring the amount of celebrities she knows so vaguely about. "Be safe and have fun."
"I will-"
"Wait!" Chloe's mom cuts her off mid sentence just as she was ending the call. "Since we are talking about being safe and having fun, are you two behaving yourselves? Sexually, that is."
Chloe slaps a palm to her forehead, her eyes already snapped open from almost being closed at the mention of sex. And knowing her mother and where she gets her level of crass from, this conversation is about to enter awkward territory real fast. "Her Wikipedia page has nothing on her levels of….pleasing a woman. I just hope she's treating you right!"
Yep. Just like she thought.
"Oh my God." Having enough of this conversation, Chloe stands up from the toilet seat and reaches to take a hold of the bathroom door knob. "I'm hanging up on you." This time, her mom lets her go, having enough morning teases for the day.
She's just about to leave the bathroom when her phone lights off again, this time to a text message and also from Beca rather than her mom. She stares at the message for a second, baffled that Beca is even up functioning this early but then slides on her phone to their chat.
Sunday October 30, 6:53 AM
B: You know, one night stands where you leave me alone the next morning are only suppose to happen when we have sex the previous night…
B: And as far as I can remember (which I'm certain I'd remember every goddamn thing that would have happen if we were to have sex) that didn't happen ;-) But yet, I am still alone in bed.
C: Trust me, putting sex off last night was probably the hardest things I have ever had to do. Seems like you were on the same tract with where your hands were as well ;)
B: In the words of Selena Gomez, can't keep my hands to myself.
C: I mean, you COULD but why would you want to? ;)
B: Exactly.
B: Selena would be so proud
B: But seriously, where are you and when are you coming back? We have nothing today until tonight and I want to cuddle with you until we literally are forced to get up.
B: Also you owe me a back massage.
C: God, I love how I've turned you into such a cuddle monster Ms. I Hate Physical Contact So Please Don't Touch Me ;)
C: Might have to tell TMZ ;)
B: You wouldn't dare.
B: I'll neither confirm nor deny if you do, Beale.
C: We will see about that ;)
C: So you want one of my infamous back rubs? You do know those require your shirt off…
B: As long as your's comes off with mine
C: hmm, maybe that can be arranged. Are you sure you'll be able to handle it? You know, with waiting till your birthday and all. The last thing I want is to torture you ;)
B: I can handle it.
B: The question is whether you can handle it? ;-)
C: Debateable ;)
C: Mom called. Wanted to know if you'd be up to spending a weekend down at my family's beach house. She's pretty much dying to meet you lol
C: Can't say I don't blame her. You're something else Mitchell ;)
B: So they say ;-)
B: Yeah, for sure. I'd have to talk to Diplo and Roger but with the album wrapping up, I'm about to have all the free time in the world.
C: Cool! :) I'll let her know then!
B: Okay seriously where are you?
C: Bathroom…
B: Haha why?
C: YOU started texting me!
B: Oh yeah :-)
B: Okay, stop messing around and come back to bed. It got like ten times colder when you left.
C: Are you sure you aren't hungry? I'm pretty much up.
C: I can start breakfast and deliver it to you. I'm taking a rough guess that you're quite the fan of breakfast in bed since food and sleeping are your two favorite things ;)
B: You forgot to add yourself-which beats out both of those other things. Adding all three is pretty much heaven ;-)
C: Such a damn charmer ;)
C: But really, are you hungry?
B: Depends on what I'm eating ;-)
C: First, the mysterious hand up my shirt and now the constant talk about sex...You're either very horny in the morning (no thanks to being sexually frustrated) or have a very explicit mind ;)
B: Hey now. You're the one that misjudged what I said as dirty. I only meant if I was eating bacon or sausage ;-)
B: So you're the horny one
C: You're too much, Mitchell ;)
C: And I can't help it when I'm around you ;)
B: Maybe, but same goes for me.
B: Also, I need you back here pronto before I go insane.
C: I'm coming :)
B: Not yet you're not ;-)
C: INCORRIGIBLE!
Sunday October 30, 7:37 AM
"Why are we up so early?" Beca whines, head lolled back and Chloe thinks she's starting to stomp her feet across the boardwalk like a five year old.
Any other time, Chloe would think Beca's behavior was hands down the cutest thing ever witnessed.
Actually, just kidding.
Beca's still ridiculously adorable right now and probably always will be she concludes.
But today marks the the third morning without working out and she won't be bribed otherwise to keep pushing it off like Beca has been doing since the time they woke up.
"I don't think I can do this," Beca admits with a deadpan face and Chloe stops fixing the band on her arm that is connect to her ipod to listen to Beca's excuse this time. "I eat junk food for a living and haven't worked out since gym class my sophomore year of High School-which by the way I ditched more times than I can count on two hands."
Chloe rolls her eyes but snickers anyways, thinking Beca is over exaggerating with this whole workout deal. The two of them were just going for a morning jog, probably no longer than a few miles. It's not like they're doing P90x and an entire weight lifting program for the United States Army.
The weather is beautiful in Los Angeles. Not too hot, not too cold and not too windy but just the right temperature. Beca had actually driven them to the Santa Monica beach for their run as one of Chloe's must see requests in Los Angeles. Together with these reasons; perfect weather and the wide strip of the Pacific Ocean, a quick morning run sounds like a great idea.
Also, Beca is wearing these super cute workout clothes that Chloe has yet to see and she can admit that the tank top and leggings are doing wonders for her body. It's still a mystery how a girl like Beca who gets zero to none exercise can still have a banging body with all the right curves.
Whatever. Not that Chloe cares because after all and at the end of the day, that body is her's.
"Oh you'll be fine you big baby," Chloe teases, nudging her shoulder with Beca's. "Just a nice easy run to get the heart rate up. Then we could walk the pier," she adds, hoping it will change Beca's attitude about the run. She really wants to see the beach and enjoy the scenery. Even if it's not at night, the beach is still stunning with all the lights and stuff.
"Okay," Beca scoffs with so much sarcasm the words roll right off her tongue. "You know there's other forms of cardio that sound way more appealing and also get the heart rate up." Chloe squints her eyes, wondering if Beca is referring to the one thing she's thinking of and when Beca wags her eyebrows up and down as a hint, she knows exactly they're on the same page.
"Oh my goodness!" Chloe rolls her eyes yet again but can't help the bark of laughter that slips out with it. "What is it with you and being so sexual in the mornings?!" She honestly can't complain because how her and Beca work, if she's not thinking it, Beca most definitely is. Not that it helps with her raging hormones whenever she is around Beca.
It's getting to the point where her sexual frustration is unbearable.
Raising her hands up, "I'm sorry! But I can't help it, especially if you are dressed like that," Beca defends, waving around her index finger in the direction of Chloe's outfit- which happens to consist of a lone navy sports bra and short black spandex.
Using this to her advantage, Chloe steps in close to Beca's personal bubble, her hand just innocently brushing up her forearms. Beca's taken back by the sudden movement but soon deflates into the touch, still not a hundred percent sure what Chloe is up to.
"Since you're such a fan of my outfit, wanna see what's on….underneath?" A flirty curve to the corner of her mouth stuns Beca and Chloe has to bite her tongue not to laugh because seeing Beca so worked up is seriously her favorite.
Beca swallows thickly, her eyes plummeting down towards Chloe's cleavage from the sports bra subtle she thinks but Chloe catches her red handed. Letting it go though, she waits for an answer.
"I mean, yeah," Beca finally responds and her tone was as if Chloe just asked her a stupid question.
There's a fire that lights inside Chloe and she moves to hook her fingers just under the tight elastic of her sports bra while Beca's eyes grow three sizes, full on thinking that Chloe was just messing around. Just as the bra lifts up enough to show the under curves of her breasts, she takes off running, leaving the dumbfounded DJ paralyzed to the ground.
"Come on, baby!" Chloe is about a good distance away while she fumbles with her earbuds and cues a playlist dedicated to working out. Like a statue, Beca doesn't make any effort in moving. She smiles when Beca is brought back to life and jogs to catch up, wearing a mask that screams unimpressed.
"You're such a damn tease," Beca mutters under her breath without even stopping to run next to Chloe.
Now being the one to be doing the catching up, Chloe shoves the headphones back in her ears before setting off.
Sunday October 30, 12:32 PM
After their run and spending time on the beach, Chloe finds out that her girlfriend is not only embarrassingly out of shape but is insanely dramatic when it comes to working out. She basically had to drag her girlfriend up the stairs of the apartment because of constant complaints that her legs were cramping and she was too tired to make it up the stairs without passing out.
Chloe just thinks Beca wanted to be carried up the stairs like princess because she's extremely lazy and loves to see her girlfriend put in extra work.
Whatever. She's just happy that Beca was willing (kind of) to join in on her morning run. Working out with Beca was something she could get use to and seeing her in those tight workout clothes, whew.
Minus all the moaning and groaning that is.
Where does Chloe sign up?
Now as she just got out of the shower and changed into a freshly washed pair of Beca's sweats and baseball tee, she sits at her laptop to review any school emails from the principal or other co-workers. Logging onto her gmail account, she sees nothing be congratulations from friends on the Halloween performance and an email attached with a recorded copy from Aubrey as well.
Thinking ahead before flying up to Los Angeles, she made sure next week's study plans were up to date with all the lessons planned out for her students. She knew that being down here would allow zero to none attention to her work but more so on the import at things like the study of Beca's anatomy.
Plus, she is on vacation and you can think again if you think Chloe is going to spend her off time on homework and creating musical covers when she could be relaxing.
With no school work to do, Chloe dials up her neighbor Jessica's number from back in Atlanta to check up on Tank and see how her boy is doing.
Jessica and Chloe met in college while they were both in the same acapella group. Same with Ashley who also happens to be roommates with Jessica. Coincidentally, they all got houses directly next to each other and trusting no one with her dog other than Aubrey (plus, finding someone to take care of Tank since he is a monster of a dog was hard enough) she always asked Jessica if she could check up on him while she was away.
Being a dog person at heart, Jessica would always be happy to look after the pup.
Hearing that Tank is fine, eating well and drinking but surely missing his mommy, Chloe hangs up the phone with a smile, just in time before Stacie comes prancing into Beca's room. Walking in with only a short pair of jean shorts and a navy blue bikini top, Chloe's jaw hits the floor, envy and jealousy still at an all time high.
No way in Hell is Aubrey able to get one look at Stacie's body and not be drawn to it. If so, that should be a sin to let such a masterpiece slip from her fingertips.
Sack up Bree, seriously! Was Stacie sculpted at birth?!
"Sup ginger?" Stacie asks, clearly unaware at the very little clothing she has on and the bulge in Chloe's eyes. Catching this, Stacie glances down to where Chloe's gaze is focused at and shrugs innocently. "Oh yeah. I'm going down by the pool to lay out. Wanna join?"
Not sure how comfortable she would feel being in a bathing suit next to the goddess that is Stacie Conrad, she asks simply, "where's Aubrey?"
"Studying her dental stuff. I just got done listening to everything that she has to study for and even that gave me a headache. I'm in dire need of some sun to ease the brain."
Chloe nods her head, understanding that even though it's vacation for both her and Aubrey, they both have individual work that needs to be done. Aubrey more so than herself but that's because she's a genius and suicidal for wanting to become an orthodontist.
"So, wanna tag along?" Stacie asks again, a wide smile breaking her face that only a heartless person would say no to. Today is a nice day, the weather is perfect and her skin is losing its glow since she has been so wrapped up in her online classes and student teaching that getting outside came very rarely.
Beca is also gone for the morning after having to run to Atlantic and finish a few things when Roger called her while engaging in a very heated make out session. So, deciding that a relaxing day in the while Beca is away being a superstar is a nice way to spend the afternoon, she agrees to this. There's also bonding time with her girlfriend's best friend that she is both eager and nervous for, all at the same time.
Chloe changes into her American flag bathing suit, (very patriotic, she knows) and follows Stacie in tow down to the apartment complex's pool. After admiring the size and view of the city they are gifted with, Chloe and Stacie each spray tanning oil over their bodies before sprawling out on the chairs, skin instantly heating up from the sun's rays.
"Wow, this is nice." Happy that Stacie invited her down to enjoy the heat, Chloe speaks as her skin warms and the smell of chlorine hits her senses.
Stacie sighs peacefully and says, "Yeah, Beca and I come down here quite a bit. She usually works on music and shows me fresh ideas and what not. It's relaxing."
"Beca actually comes out in the sun? Don't vampires usually burst into flames at the sight of sunlight?" Chloe jokes with a snicker and Stacie quickly joins.
"I know it doesn't look like it because the girl is still pasty white but yeah, she often keeps me company out here a lot."
"How long have you two known each other?" Chloe asks, twisting her head to look at Stacie-which is the all around wrong move to do as she suddenly feels very insecure of her body.
"God, too long. Middle school was when we first met. She was the awkward, anti social girl that I assumed fell into the dark hole of the 'skater phase.' Little did I know plaid and heavy eyeliner would shadow her all the way up till today." Chloe laughs, picturing the image of young Beca. Adorable is what she sees to say the least.
"I was hooked by her snarky attitude and pissed off persona that I wiggled my way into her life and it was the best decision I could have ever made. She's family."
Stacie is one of very few, Chloe concludes. There isn't much people out in the world as special as Stacie but she's happy Beca has a friend this secure by her side. She can actually relate to this as Aubrey has been there through thick and thin, and though they aren't blood related, she's the sister Chloe has always wanted.
"Since we are on the Beca topic," Stacie drawls, inclining the pool chair up so she can sit facing Chloe. The glasses on her eyes move to her hair as Chloe is greeted by snakey green eyes that now have an edge to them.
She knows this look.
If by all the years living with Aubrey and picking up this glare in the more serious matters, she knows by experience Stacie is about to lay a mouthful on her.
Is it too late to go back inside and stuff her face with textbooks?
Chloe takes her chance to gulp a nervous swallow, preparing herself for whatever storm is about to brew her way.
"Beca is my girl. She's been there for me through the hardest times and has seen me at my worst. Without her, I don't know how I'd be the confident, upbeat person I am today." Okay, so far so good. There isn't any threats or yelling. Maybe she's in the clear. "Beca likes to keep up this whole image of being made of stone and nothing will hurt her, but I see right through it."
Stacie gives an awkward pause so Chloe nods her head in understanding, assuming that Stacie is making sure she is listening and everything isn't going in one ear, out the other.
Continuing after this nod, "just like any other human being, Beca has feelings and emotions, whether she likes them or not. It's not often she breaks down. I was the first to experience it when her mom passed away and it sucked the life right out of me."
Another awkward pause, Chloe nods again, this time more shaky. There's a hunch in her gut that the grand finale is about to come next and she doesn't know if she is prepared for it
"If I ever have to experience a heartbroken Beca Mitchell and find out you're the reason behind it, I'll fly down to Georgia myself and end you…..verbally that is!" Stacie quickly adds when the look of straight terror morphs to Chloe's features. "I'm not going to like….attack you, or do anything violent. Sorry, that came out wrong."
Well that threat makes Chloe feel ten times better.
Ha Ha, not.
"It's just, Beca means a lot to me and I've seen her heart get shattered into a million pieces and it wasn't fun putting them all back together," Stacie explains in a far more relaxing tone that doesn't seem like she is seconds away from clawing at Chloe's face.
The interesting thing and something that has been missing from previous relationships of her's is that communication component and if it happens to be missing, nothing is healthy. Without that one little key, the best relationships can quickly transform to the worst.
Not with Beca though.
Truthfully, it's a little concerning how much the two of them share with each other but that's the beauty of long distance relationships. You're forced, so to say, with only talking to each other, getting to know all the little bits and details without that physical connection. When it comes to scheduling phone calls, Skype dates, and texting every second of every day, her and Beca are able to strive at keeping their communication at an all time high.
There's intimacy there, don't get Chloe wrong, especially when meeting someone for the first time after only talking through a metal device. But on a teeter totter, the talking aspect outweighs anything physical.
She's already heard about Beca's past. In other words, she's heard the stories about Beca's exes; one of them greatly standing out compared to all the others but she's heard them all.
And likewise, Beca has heard about all of her exes, such as Paul and literally anything else she wanted to know.
Needless to say, Chloe understands where Stacie is coming from and why she is so protective. Regarding the story Beca told about this one particular ex, she can take a wild guess at how hard it was for Beca to bounce back. Plus she knows for a fact Aubrey would say (probably did) the same thing to Beca.
"I won't hurt her." Chloe doesn't just say this to get Stacie off her back because she's equally scared and kind of wishing this "best friend" interrogation was over. But she is saying it as a promise.
And she means it.
Happy with the answer, Stacie's eyes change back into cheerful greens before her sunglasses drop back down to cover them. Like a full three sixty spin on behavior, a cheeky smile comes next, flooding their previous conversation as if it didn't happen.
"Good, because I like you and I think you're something special for Beca. God knows she deserves it," Stacie nonchalantly throws in as she positions herself back to lay stomach down, now allowing the sun to hit her backside.
Chloe inhales and exhales a deep breath, finally making it pass the conversation no partner ever wants to sit through. After, Chloe doesn't know if she's scared shitless of what Stacie is capable of, or inspired by such a powerful friendship.
She's hovering more around the second option.
Chloe sighs into the sky, eyes closing shut beneath her glasses as the heat from the sun relaxes her muscles. Her run this morning did a number on her quads that even getting into the pool sounds like a good idea.
Wanting to bring this up for the past few days but never having the chance to because she never got alone time with Stacie, Chloe asks, "because Aubrey is in denial and won't tell me anything that's going on, what's up with you two?"
Stacie snorts and Chloe thinks she can spot a faint blush rise to the taller girl's cheeks. That or it's the heat from outside.
"I'm in the same position as you, ginger. When you find out, can you let me know?"
"How can you not know?!" Chloe screeches, only able to laugh in shock at how dense this two human beings were. Their feelings for each other might as well just be stapled to their foreheads.
"Aubrey is a mixing pot of sexiness, beauty, hotness and just the total package when looking for a girl. She's incredibly smart and that alone is a turn on for me. Maybe there's something there between us, maybe there isn't but at the end of the day-or should I say week- Aubrey is flying down Georgia. I live here in LA, she lives in Atlanta. A relationship for us just wouldn't work out."
Chloe frowns at hearing this. "That's not true. Look at Beca and I. We are working out pretty well and would like to hope it stays that way."
Stacie puffs a breath. Maybe it's a scoff but Chloe can't really tell. "Your relationship with Beca is truly beautiful, especially to see the effects in person. I don't know how you guys do it but the whole world thinks your relationship is a damn miracle. Not many could say the same but to the ones trying, they look up to you guys."
A knot forms inside Chloe's throat at Stacie's words. She's never thought about this before. How everyone else sees their relationship. Being looked at as inspiration is not only scary but adds a lot of pressure. However, giving couples a chance of hope with their relationship, no matter what the distance is, that's priceless.
"I look up to you guys." Stacie half smiles brightly, cheek smushed into the pool chair. "Before you came around, I believed long distance relationships were doomed from the start. Now seeing my best friend experience through one, I think way differently now as I would hate for the first strong relationship I've seen Beca in crash and burn"
Chloe mirrors the smile, emotions bouncing all over the place right now.
"Which is probably why I'm considering something more with Aubrey," Stacie leaves this and turns her head away from Chloe's newly gaped mouth and amusement laced within her eyes.
She's about to ask a series of questions after this cliffhanger but hastily and purposefully, Stacie changes the topic to tonight's festival costume- which is bringing back the 80's.
Fifteen minutes later after talking about more lighter things, Chloe hears her phone go off and just by the text tone, she knows it's Beca.
Sunday October 30, 1:30 PM
B: Hey babe, I'm on my way home.
B: Are you hungry? Don't know if there's a Cafe Rio back in Georgia and if not, you HAVE to try it.
B: It's Stacie and I's favorite place to get a burrito :-)
C: Oh yummy!
C: Yeah sure! :) get whatever you think I would like!
C: Speaking of Stacie, she wants something too...
B: Haha figures. I already got her order mesmerized.
B: Wait, you're with her? What are you guys doing?
C: We went down to the pool and are currently tanning :)
B: Tanning?
B: That means you're in a bikini.
C: Good job, baby ;)
B: Picture?
C: Lol! What's up with you and pictures?! If we ever break up I'm going to be scared all the pictures sent are going to be leaked ;)
B: That will never happen because I don't see us breaking up :-)
B: Plus, I love having pictures of you for times I get lonely when you're down in Georgia.
C: Awh :( baby.
C: That's super cute!
B: And when I'm horny.
C: Moment ruined Mitchell! Lol
B: Sorry not sorry ;-)
B: I'm in need of a new screen saver. A bikini pic sounds like the best replacement
C: No I won't send you a picture because if you hurry back home, you can see me up close and personal ;)
C: Are you texting and driving?
B: No I'm sitting in my car.
B: I'm about to be driving since I have a hot girlfriend in a bikini to come home to so, I gotta go.
B: I love you
C: I love you too ;) no speeding please?
B: Not if I don't get caught ;-)
C: Beca! Be careful!
C: You won't be able to do anything with me if you're dead! :(
B: I promise I won't speed. Okay bye, I love you!
C: Love you too xoxo
Monday October 31, 11:36 AM
As promised, Beca takes Chloe and the rest of the gang to the mall in search for the perfect Halloween costumes to participate in the last night of the festival. They zig zag back and forth between shops while Beca exaggerates about how much her feet are bothering her, acting like they just got done walking a marathon.
Victoria's Secret is where they spend majority of their time during the shopping spree. Stacie and Aubrey have mutually decided for their costumes to go as Angels so they needed all the lingerie and bathrobes they could find to complete their look. For Chloe, this store is also a hit because a reminder of her and Beca's special night coming up for someone's birthday flashes through her head and she wants to pick out something equally nice as it is sexy to flaunt for the birthday girl when the night comes. So, while she is secretly scavenging through the matching lingerie sets without Beca noticing, Aubrey gets the hint and drags the girl out of the room and into a nearby music store that catches her attention instantly without so much of a wonder as to what is going on.
When shopping for Halloween costumes with Beca, Chloe honestly didn't prepare herself for how impossibly hard it would be to get Beca to change, or even voice her ideas of what she wanted to wear. Seriously, it was like pulling teeth from a child trying to make Beca go into the dressing room.
Of course, all Chloe needed to do is give Beca a little show once she is done changing into each individual outfit choice to speed up the process and when she does, finding costumes they both liked became easier.
Breaking the gender role and looking insanely hot as a duo, they settle on Sandy and Danny from Grease for their costume. All Chloe had to do is mention leather and tight clothes and Beca was in before she even finished her sentence. Something about being comfortable in black skinny jeans and chucks is the one way to her heart compared to the skirts Chloe had her trying on before this one-which is not.
But also Chloe thinks Beca has this fetish of seeing her girlfriend dress in black leather that was the automatic green light for the costume, plus the amount of cleavage and skin the black crop top gave her, as well as the slipping drool at the corner of her mouth was an indicator that Beca enjoyed this look the most.
Monday October 31, 7:20 PM
After spending most of the day at the mall while picking out every necessity for their costumes, by the time they get back to the apartment it's almost time to head out.
Chloe helps Beca get ready; she curls her hair to perfection and applies as much eyeliner possible in one pen-which Beca is happy to allow. Her hair gets a little tricky as she wants to get it as close as possible to the actual Sandy's hair in the final scene of Grease. So, she messes with it a little until she has to get help from the beauty guru, Stacie, before she ends up doing something she will regret to her hair
Like a charm, Stacie works her magic as Chloe sits patiently in a desk chair, listening to music but also taking a glimpse of Stacie's finished costume and unable to tear her eyes away from the amount of legs and cleavage this girl is currently showing under her baby blue bathrobe and angel wings. It's not in the sexual way she's ogling her but more so because Stacie's body shape should honestly be a crime and she doesn't really understand how she is able to have the brains plus the body. Usually, it's one or the other.
Not both.
All Chloe knows is that she'd give her right arm, some toes and fingers for a body like Stacie's.
Aubrey comes in once she is finished getting ready and similar to Stacie's costume, she is lacking in the clothing department besides the fancy lingerie hidden underneath her own pink, silky robe and individual pair of wings. Her hair is almost as shiny and straight as her robe and her eyes have a smokey look to them that makes her emerald eyes pop. She's also wearing a headband with a connected halo that hovers over her head while a matching one is hooked on her index finger which Chloe can assume are Stacie's.
"You look hot," Chloe blurts, watching Aubrey strut her way into the room before taking a seat on the edge of Stacie's bed, confidence dripping from her pores. It's not a shock that Aubrey is attractive; she's tall, blonde and a genius. That's the triple package. But it's not everyday she flaunts what her momma gave her and seeing it now in person, it's more than a little impressive.
The curling in her hair stalls and she can assume Stacie agrees. She doesn't even need to look and know that Stacie is probably catching flies with her jaw touching the floor. It's not until the heat from the curler almost burns through her scalp when she screeches in pain and causes Stacie to continue her work before she scorches her hair off.
Not much later and making a grand entrance into Stacie's room, Beca struts her way under a tight black leather jacket, black skinny jeans and brand new chucks for Chloe to gape at. By now, her costume is finished and her hair almost looks like an exact replica of thee Sandy Olsson. She's put on the tightest, high waisted black leathered pants she could find at the mall, along with the black crop top and a belt that is worn under a similar looking jacket to Beca's.
Getting straight to the point, Chloe is sure that she forgets to breathe as she takes in the badassery persona that Beca has going on. The ear spikes add to the costume, as well as her heavy makeup and her hair is straight and pushed back and oh my God Chloe doesn't know how she is going to make it through Saturday to get into those pair of skinny jeans, let alone make it through tonight.
Lord, help me.
"Sandy?" Beca is next to catch Chloe's costume and when she does, her eyes almost bulge from her sockets.
Wanting to laugh (maybe faint) but knowing exactly what Beca is doing right this second, Chloe settles for a sly smirk, cocking her hip, which is then followed by one of her hands to rest upon it. All that is missing is a light cigarette to really spur the illusion.
Her tongue curves up to touch the front of her two teeth, "tell me about it,"
"I got chills, they're multiplyin' and I'm looooosin' control." Chloe about melts to goo once Beca starts to sing but manages to keep up her superior front, not allowing Beca's voice to unravel her like it wants to. "Cause the power you're supplyin', it's electrifyin'" Beca then shakes as if she is being electrocuted and falls to her knees.
Playing along and kicking one of her red heeled wedges to push into Beca's chest, "you better shape up, cause I need a woman," Chloe corrects with a smirk. "And my heart is set on you. You better shape up, you better understand, to my heart I must be true."
Smoothly, Chloe must admit, Beca stands to her feet and hooks a hand around her waist, bringing their bodies to smash against each other. "Nothing left, nothing left for me to do."
At this point, Chloe physically can't continue the song due to the magical blend of both their voices and this sexy swagger Beca has going on only makes her want to kiss the living daylights of her. So, she does this and completely forgets about the two other people in the room until Aubrey clears her throat way more dramatic than necessary before the kiss became any hotter than it already was.
"You guys are grossly adorable," Stacie compliments….or Chloe thinks it's a compliment. "And insanely good looking." This time Chloe knows for sure Stacie means it as a compliments and all Beca can do to thank her is give a cocky shrug, confidence oozing from just the motion. Chloe's knows for a fact Beca thinks she is the hottest walking being on Earth, which is so true it almost seems fake, so she can't even really argue against that.
Leather man.
It's the freaking leather.
Aubrey and Stacie then go on about finishing touches to their costumes, leaving Beca and Chloe alone in the room, still in the same position as before.
"Is our bet still on?" Beca asks once the other two are out of the room and a far enough distance away.
"Yeah why? You backing out already?" Chloe teases, poking Beca in the stomach a few times, greatly enjoying how ticklish Beca is. "You're nuts if you think they'll wait to hook up until Wednesday. You did see their outfits, right?"
"Fuck, I know," Beca breathes a chuckle, shaking her head and Chloe can see a hint of regret with her decision. "Kissing doesn't count right? Because there is no way they can last without playing tonsil hockey tonight. They're probably making out right now and we wouldn't even know."
"No it doesn't because if it did, that would insinuate that we've already hooked up. Many times I might add." Chloe tosses in a wink. "Which reminds me, your hair looks really sexy pushed back." She gestures to where brown hair is thrown up and over Beca's head where her fingers combed through.
Beca does this squinting thing with her eyes that vibrates Chloe's insides. There's also that killer smirk which doesn't help the case of Chloe's sanity. "I feel like that saying is from a movie."
Despite her current trance over Beca, Chloe pulls away from Beca's hold and clenches at her heart. "You aren't about to confess that you haven't seen Mean Girls now are you?!" Beca shrugs her shoulders guilty, gnawing at her bottom lip. "Oh my God! How are you even a girl!? We are so watching that tonight before bed!"
"Unless I causally forget about you at the concert tonight and accidentally leave you there," Beca drawls, winking at Chloe who shows obvious offence.
"You would not, Mitchell. I would think that a movie with an entire cast of hot girls would definitely catch your attention."
"The only hot girl I need is right in front of me," Beca cooes, bringing Chloe back in by the hip so the curves of their mouths are mirroring against one another.
Thankful that Beca is supporting her because if not, Chloe can take a rough guess and say her knees would've gave out by the sudden wobble. This girl is going to be the Goddamn death of her she knows it.
Pecking Beca's lips just once, Chloe moves away from Beca's hold in search for her purse. "As much as I truly love my badass girlfriend, cheesy Beca will always be my favorite."
Beca rolls her eyes, reaching out again for one of Chloe's hands and tows her for the door. "Well good thing you aren't lactose intolerant."
Monday October 31, 9:30 PM
The night goes by in a blur.
People are about ten times as crazy as they have been the past two nights (if possible) just because the festival is coming to an end. As much as Chloe's body and physical state was all for this, she can't wrap her head around the fact that it's almost over.
Vacation for Chloe no doubt has been ones for the books. Disneyworld her sophomore year of high school, Las Vegas for her twenty first birthday, Cancun Mexico for her senior year spring break trip and New York City to experience Broadway the very first time with Aubrey right when they graduated at Barden
Of course all of these places were marked memories inside her head and every now and then she'd relive every moment she could think of.
But this vacation by far has to be the most significant.
And it's not even halfway over yet.
Chloe stands alone in the crowd at this time during a break for the next performer to get situated up on stage. Aubrey and Stacie have ventured off with Beca to find the restroom and she promised to tell the three of them anything missed because rumor mill was that Justin was performing next.
She doesn't have to wait for long before a hand circles around her waist and she doesn't have to turn around to know that it's Beca. Even though the physical part of their relationship comes only in spurts when they finally are with each other in real life but Chloe has basically got every little thing mesmerized when it comes to Beca's hands.
"I have something for us." Not expecting the sultry whisper to breeze through the hairs on the back of her neck, Chloe twists her feet that have suddenly turned to stone to face Beca whose tonality matches that mischievous smirk inched up on her mouth.
Taking a look, Chloe sees nothing in sight that Beca could be talking about. Whatever she has is must be pretty small to make it invisible. "What is it?" she asks with a curious smile.
"Not here." Is all Beca responds with before she takes Chloe's hand in her's and drags her through the crowd. As predicted, Justin opens his set with "Cold Water" so maneuvering through the teenage girls screaming psychopathic is more than a challenge.
They both make it outside with only minimal attention brought by fans. Thankfully most of them are too engaged in Bieber's performance to notice Beca. She takes Chloe to her Rover and opens the door before jogging around to the driver's side.
Apparently Beca's idea of "not here" requires driving because once Beca turns the ignition on, the car starts to move out from the parking lot and now they're off to God knows where. Also Stacie and Aubrey are still MIA so that forms its own category of questions in Chloe's head.
Arriving at destination question mark after only a couple minutes of driving, Beca puts her car in park before exiting and signaling Chloe to do the same. Her feet touch the gravel and she then noticed they're at an incline of some sort. Beca's hopping onto the hood of the Rover and Chloe's quickly follows.
Now as she is faced with a whole different scenery, Chloe glances over the cliff and sees the concert's venue flashing with all sorts of different colors and the faint bass of the music echoing throughout the trees around them. If she thought California was beautiful before, now doesn't even deserve a word because Chloe can't even think of anything that comes close to the beauty this city treasures.
"This is beautiful," Chloe gushes, her eyes roaming over the venue, as well as all of West Hollywood.
"Eh, it's alright." Beca shrugs her shoulders, taking in the views also. She turns her head to face Chloe. "This view is much more prettier."
Chloe shakes this complement off as best as she can because it's almost enough to make her faint. Plus, Beca is staring at her like she's the only person in this damn world and it's really hard to calm her breathing.
"Here." Beca reaches into her leather jacket pocket and pulls out what looks like a cigarette. Chloe squints her eyes because she didn't think Beca was really into smoking. But as she focuses her eyes on that little tube of white paper sitting in the palm of Beca's hand, she realizes what exactly it is.
College has been the learning textbook of substances Chloe was unfamiliar with before. She's had her fair share of experiments with alcohol and even cigarettes (which she doesn't recommend). But weed is something that she's never been within a few feet from other than her brothers testing it out, or the occasional guy smoking at a party.
She can't help but feel a little excited to try it with Beca for the first time.
Beca pulls out a lighter next from a different pocket and Chloe is hypnotized from the start as Beca dangles the joint from her lips before lighting the tip until a small orange ember lights from the end. A cloud of smoke blows out from Beca's lips and for a second, Chloe thinks she's stopped breathing.
Who knew it was possible for someone to look so insanely sexy just smoking?
"Can I try?" Chloe's question comes out raspy and she has yet to remove her stare off of Beca's lips. All she sees next is that killer smirk and the joint being sucked right back into Beca's mouth before a finger hooks just under her chin and then Beca's lips are ghosting over her's and the same cloud of smoke is blown right down her throat.
The burn is not nearly as bad as Chloe expected though the taste isn't the most appealing. She exhales the smoke transferred from Beca, her lungs feeling like there is an icy shield over them. Thinking Beca is just going to pull away once all the smoke is out of the way, Beca ends up doing the opposite and leans in to close the remaining distance.
Accompanied by the bass from the music, the scenery of the city's lights, the euphoria from the smoke and Beca's lips on her's, Chloe's breath gets taken away and she spends the last night of this festival connected to Beca's lips.
What better way to end such a perfect weekend?
How in the world is she suppose to leave this place?
Tuesday November 1, 2:24 AM
Chloe wakes up to an uncomfortable growl shaking through her stomach that she can only blame the amount of weed smoked prior for. Most of the night she and Beca watched the concert from a far, soaking into each other's embrace and enjoying the space away from the crowd.
The four of them made it back to the apartment not too long ago and when they did, Stacie pulled out the Tequila from a hidden contraption held somewhere inside her room and you can assume what happened next. After a few shots and lighthearted conversation about whatever came to mind, the pairs broke off to get ready for bed, exhausted from the intense energy these past three nights.
The growling in her stomach continues the longer Chloe waits, making it impossible to fall back asleep. With her late night hunger, she figures that a little snack wouldn't hurt. So, getting out of Beca's bed without making too much noise to wake her girlfriend up, who happens to be sleeping like a rock, (Tequila knocking her out cold) she heads to the kitchen in search for something small to eat.
She tiptoes down the stairs, expecting Aubrey to be fast asleep and not wanting to wake her friend. But as she looks over to the pull out couch where Aubrey has been sleeping the past two nights, she is greeted with empty sheets and the absence of the blonde herself.
At first, Chloe is confused to where Aubrey might be since the apartment is big, but not that big. There isn't much options of where Aubrey could be, especially this late at night. She then thinks that maybe Aubrey went to the bathroom, so she shrugs this off as she walks into the kitchen and grabs an apple.
Mid chew, a light bulb goes off in her head and everything clicks when she thinks of why Aubrey is missing this late at night. The promiscuous costumes, the hungry, lingering stares all through the night and now the empty bed sheet of where Aubrey once was.
Aubrey Posen and Stacie Conrad are so totally hooking up!
Half of her wants to toss the remaining amount of apple into the trash and jump on Beca until she wakes up so she can rub in her face that she's won the bet. The other half of her doesn't want to get her hopes up and assume Stacie and Aubrey are sleeping with each other with all the missing facts.
But how fishy the evidence is right now makes her want to believe her assumptions are correct.
Instead of letting her excitement get the best of her, she finishes her apple and throws the stem away in the trash. As she is walking back up the stairs and about to head into Beca's room, the faint sound of heavy breathing comes from behind the closed door of no other than Stacie's room. Mustering up a smug smile when she stares at that suspicious door, defiant sounds of her best friend's whereabouts on the other side, which is only slightly uncomfortable that she knows exactly how Aubrey Posen sounds as she is moaning, she leaves the hallway and plops back into bed with Beca.
Rearranging themselves back to a comfortable position, Beca heads straight for hooking her arm around Chloe's waist to scooch her in close so that she's the big spoon. Little did Beca know that their best friends are having sex not even three doors down and will wake up tomorrow morning a sore loser.
She so won this bet.
Fact: My dentist looks like Anna camp HENCE why I choose that as Aubrey's preferred occupation. How lucky am I?