So, you guys are amazing, but that's nothing new here.
Only TWO chaps left my friends :( It's kinda sad honestly lol But this has seriously been a journey that I can't thank enough. Everyone who has stuck around for this fic, even when school has me by the throat are troopers and I thank you for every review, favorite and message I receive from you guys on Tumblr :)
So with that, I present another chapter!
Songs: Trust Nobody by Cashmere Cat feat. Selena Gomez (Highly recommend)
(I DO NOT OWN PITCH PERFECT NOR THE MUSIC MENTIONED)
Chapter Nineteen: New Commitments
Wednesday November 23, 9:35 AM (Georgia Time)
After what seemed like an eternity of non stop calls from musicians waiting in line for their next album, Beca takes a refreshing step off the plane, now landed safely in still hot as ever Atlanta Georgia, but not without a traffic stopping audience that apparently have been waiting for her outside the gates after accidentally slipping the news about her traveling down to Florida to take a much needed vacation with Chloe on a recent podcast.
Her main goal for the break was to go as unnoticed as possible without bringing much attention to her or Chloe. Even Chloe's family since this is the first time Beca is meeting the Beales and doesn't want cameras in their faces the entire trip. But sneaky little interviewers after a live streamed podcast regarding Diplo's new and chart topping album squeezed it out of her with where and whom she'd be spending the special, up coming Thanksgiving with.
On the plus side, the album was more than a hit once it released late Thursday night, one A.M eastern time. Unexpected, fans went absolutely berserk over the tracks and with the number of downloads so far in the around the world this past week, it landed Beca and Diplo's album at number two on the music charts, with the chance of hitting number one by this time next week at an all time high.
As expected, Beca has blown up more than she could even imagine. Followers amongst different social medias increased by hundreds daily, as well as an over abundance of e-mails that soon she had to send them all to Cassidy since it was very overwhelming for someone who went from a couple emails a day to thousands. Rumors went around that Beca is on the line up of becoming a Grammy winning music producer by the time she releases her next project.
And with her fame buzzing around her like a cloud of smoke, she should've expected the same to happen to Chloe as she walks down the runways of the airport and sees her girlfriend dressed uncover to avoid any recognition from others until they're sharing equally beaming smiles from across the distance when their eyes meet.
For the most part, Chloe's whereabouts and getting noticed out in public doesn't exceed to the level that Beca has to deal with-though their trip to Los Angeles was a whole other story. But other than a few spottings and recognition of who she is and who she is dating, Chloe lives on the lighter side of Beca's hectic life-which that she is the most thankful for.
Personally, she understands the new life she has brought on Chloe and going from unnoticed to having your face blown up in magazines and talk shows, she gets that it could be hard to handle. Hell, it's still a hard thing to cope with for herself. She isn't use to the attention, the screaming fans worshiping at her feet and the new role model status she has under her belt now. Honestly, it's surprising she hasn't had a mental breakdown or at the very least, an anxiety attack.
Today though is a little different since most of the attention they get is when they're together and considering that Beca accidentally slipped they would be traveling to Florida (thankfully where in Florida was left unknown) for the Thanksgiving weekend, people connected the dots that she'd be arriving at Hartsfield with a certain redhead by her side. How they knew what time exactly was borderline creepy and something she doesn't understand how they found out but she guesses that's a life of being a celebrity nowadays.
And like a popular, collectible action figure that is a bookshelf must, or a diamond worth millions, everyone and she means everyone wants to take a shot of this highly anticipated arrival of America's sweethearts.
Beca blocks out majority of everything and everyone around her when catching those familiar icy blue eyes as she pretty much jogs her way over to where Chloe is practically bouncing on the heels of her feet with anticipation, arms held out and has Beca's name written all over in the empty space. Eventually making it there, they hook perfectly around Beca's frame to pull her in as close as possible and she's once again taking in a whiff of that intoxicating strawberry shampoo and watermelon body wash that always has her head spinning like a couple of teapots on an amusement park ride.
Hugs from Chloe never get old Beca concludes as they hold onto each other in the smack middle of the airport like their lives depended on it. Hugs from Chloe are always very tight and warm and no matter what, she always digs her face into the space where Beca's shoulder meets the side of her neck to place a few lingering kisses along the area, just enough to convince Beca that this is really happening and she's not in any way shape or form daydreaming.
"I missed you." The vibration from Chloe's voice tickles the outer skin on Beca's neck before she moves her face away and drops a gut clenching "welcome back" kiss over Beca's lips.
Kissing Chloe also never gets old but that's nothing really new. If Beca could, she'd spend the rest of her existence kissing the girl.
Gathering herself from not swooning over and gaining the strength back in her knees, "I missed you too," Beca reciprocates this greeting through the kiss and both of their growing smiles towards the words make their teeth start to scrape together.
Despite having only around two weeks- maybe even more- Beca was counting down this visit by the millisecond to finally be able to see Chloe like she was eight again, and waiting for the night Santa would come and drop presents off at her house.
It never gets old either.
Seeing Chloe for the first time in however long it took. It's like….taking a deep fresh breath of air after being trapped underwater for what felt like years and finally being able to let your lungs rise and collapse at a normal pace again.
Seeing Chloe was like a needed, breath of fresh air and Beca just couldn't for the life of her get enough of this girl.
Crowds are drawn towards the interaction as they get lost in the moment, forgetting that there are in fact others around them, and it's not until Beca catches the flashes of cameras through her closed eyelids while she gets refamiliar with her girlfriend's lips that she takes ahold of Chloe's hand and politely maneuvers through the airport to leave before even more attention is attracted towards them.
"Beca! Congrats on the album reaching number one in the world!" Beca's smiles appreciative at the kind words and mouths a "thank you" to the guy who said this. The cheering and flood of unanswered questions from other paparazzis make it impossible to be heard, even with the shoved microphones getting shoved into Beca's face.
"Anything planned yet? Rumors are going around about a JoJo comeback? You behind any of that?"
"Going to Florida? What's in Florida?"
"When are you two going to get married?" Beca can't help but snicker at this comment as she squeezes her way pass the crowds, hand firmly entwined with Chloe's. Sometimes, she thinks that her fans are more eager to wife them up than themselves.
"Okay guys, you've had your chance to bombard the superstar with questions, it's my turn to steal her away," Chloe giggles, moving in front to row because behind. Beca is actually lifted Chloe isn't freaking out with the camera's, attention and lack of space to even breathe. Again, this isn't an easy thing to handle and definitely was a few steps up since the last time they were together.
Surprisingly, they keep their image pretty much on the downlow-minus the few paparazzis- but for the most part, they make it out to Chloe's truck without being noticed too much.
Thank God.
When getting there, Chloe being the chivalrous and A-one girlfriend that she really is takes Beca's bags for her and throws them in the trunk of the bed to join her own. Peeking inside and not even a second before her face is being washed with smelly poultry and salvia, Tank attacks Beca with another welcome back kiss, along with a few more "I missed you" licks in the process while she tries to squirm away.
"Hey buddy," Beca laughs though extremely disgusted and twists her head in every direction to avoid the worst of Tank's long strokes. "I missed you too." His excitement calms down a bit once Chloe gets in the driver seat and orders him to sit back down over a neatly placed blanket and a few organized pillows in the back seat. Beca is honestly surprised to see that the horse of the dog was even able to fit as snug as he is right now, truck or no truck.
"Tank loves the beach, so I thought it'd be a good weekend for him to let him roam Tampa," Chloe casually says, smiling at Beca before swinging an arm to the back and rubbing the spot behind Tank's ear that makes one of his legs start to bounce. Beca sits mesmerized by the interaction, knowing her love for these two are out of this world.
And somewhere along the lines of her total admiration after Chloe swipes her aviators down to her eyes and apparently, starts the car because her long (longer than the last time and also a shade darker) hair flows majestically through the wind from where the window is now rolled down and explains to Beca that they're actually driving to Tampa to meet her parents at the beach house rather than the original plan.
Hearing this catches Beca attention as she whips herself out of awe, shaking her head. "Wait...now?" she asks when referring to the short notice about this sudden mini roadtrip. Any other day it would've been perfectly okay and a road trip with Chloe and the newly added member, Tank, is destined to be a trip to remember.
But for today, it gives Beca a total of six full hours to try and not flip the fuck out about meeting her girlfriend's parents for the first time when before she would've had the entire night until next morning to think of all the ways to make a damn good impression as they were planning on leaving tomorrow.
"Mother might or might not be a little too eager to meet a certain DJ that has stolen her daughter's heart," Chloe answers cautiously and Beca for her part attempts to keep her breathing at bay and her actions in check because holy shit she is about to meet Chloe's mom. "I hope that's okay; I brought your favorite snacks and made a killer playlist for the drive."
True to her word, Chloe connects her iPhone to the aux cord in her truck before a playlist consisting of bubble gum pop music and a brand new album by the one and only infamous Diplo starts blaring through the side speakers, hitting Beca all at once with the music she created herself. Chloe doesn't miss a beat before she's belting the lyrics at the top of her lungs and Beca falls straight back into the black hole of admiration because her girlfriend is just one in a million.
Soon, Beca joins in on the singing with a roll to her eyes because it's contagious and Chloe does this thing where she pouts her big blue eyes in the direction of Beca, waiting patiently and she just doesn't have the power or heart to say no. They travel throughout Atlanta, singing along to whatever pops up on Chloe's iPhone and about an hour into the trip, Beca can't help but get a bit restless. Road trips were never something she truly enjoyed; she hated sitting down for long periods of time and no matter, always seemed to get a little car sick, so her becoming bored isn't much of a shocker.
Wanting to waste more of the next five hours and not blow out her vocal cords by singing, Beca turns down the music on the radio and when she does, Chloe shoots her a glare mid sentence the she's currently singing, acting like Beca just committed the world's biggest crime. "You know, if we actually left tomorrow morning...when we planned… I'd be kissing you right now," She brags, kinda sorta. If she had a choice, her mouth wouldn't be talking; it'd be doing something else that would teeter between inappropriate and acceptable.
"Oh is that so?" Chloe arches a single brow and it tugs a wry smirk up with it. Beca nods her head up and down against the headrest, her own smirk brightening up and she even bites her bottom lip in a playful way that is reciprocated.
Chloe just hums amused at this; Beca can see though she is trying to be secretive of finding a place to possibly pullover but comes out with it being impossible since they're currently motionless on the highway stuck in traffic that looks to be caused by roadwork.
She continues though, but not daring to make eye contact with Beca and keeps her focus on the road ahead, "I might not be able to kiss you right now, but I can think of another thing that I've wanted to do to you since the moment I left L.A. a couple weeks back." There's a kittenish tone to Chloe's voice but also, there's a thick layer of sultry that makes Beca wonder what possibly Chloe could be suggesting here.
Music smoothly transitions to a recent song released by Selena, "Trust Nobody" and she's just about to ask what this so called "other thing" they could be doing was exactly but not before the right hand of Chloe's that's not operating the steering wheel detaches from her's and makes a direct route to the area in between her legs. One thing happens after another; Beca jumps as a reflex not fully expecting such movement out in public and her breathing stalls as she watches Chloe's hand descend down her stomach, all the way until it's no longer in sight after unbuckling Beca's belt that's connected around the loops of her denim shorts and wastes no time before slipping under that flimsy piece of lace underneath. There's no teasing; no testing the waters.
Chloe just goes for it.
And in all honesty, Beca doesn't know whether to be appalled that they're doing this in front of Tank, who is sleeping peacefully in the backseat, or be extremely turned on due the painful withdrawal away from her girlfriend and finally being able to feel close to Chloe again.
Plus, it is a no brainer that Chloe's talent when it comes to her fingers is impeccable after memorable experiences, but what's new?
Barely paying attention to where her hand is and how Beca instantly reacts with her head lolling back into the headrest, Chloe starts off casually, "how's work and living the life after dropping this year's best album?" Beca is slapped with shock that Chloe even has the audacity to ask a question while her hand in hidden deep inside her shorts, performing the most inappropriate actions one could possibly think of and expects that Beca has the willpower to actually keep up a casual conversation.
She tries though, after a series of deep breaths; in through the nose, easy out the mouth while fingers work in motions of tight circles over her now throbbing core. "It's…. fine." Is all she can manage to get out but even with those two breathless words, she is giving herself kudos and an impressed pat on the back. She grips at the armrests of the truck on either sides of her and gradually let's her eyes fall shut as the heat boils inside. Lips parted, she begins to feel the pressure in her lower stomach start to tighten and all of a sudden it's really fucking hot inside this truck.
Blindly continuing her motions, Chloe hums a pleased but highly malicious sigh that only adds to Beca's building pressure. "And your next project is with Jojo?"
Beca nods her head frantically, about ready to bite off her bottom lip with the way Chloe's fingers are moving, playing her like a thumb stick on a gaming controller. Really, a conversation is the last thing on her mind right now as she mentally begs her body not to explode just yet.
"That's nice," Chloe hums again and Beca can practically hear the smile that comes with it without even looking. "You're pretty great at making music, I must say. But you know what you're really good at?" Beca makes the courageous decision to peek open her eyes to witness Chloe chewing in her bottom lip in a way that is more than tempting and in all forms naughty-which then causes Beca to immediately reshut her eyes with a tiny groan.
She mutters something-she thinks-at the question and this enough for Chloe to continue with talking, as well as keeping up her precise movements between Beca's thighs.
"You're really good at fucking me," There's a sharp emphasis to the curse word and Beca is certain Chloe is using this secret kink of her's as a weapon.
And guess what? It's fucking working.
Nothing in the entire world is hotter than her girlfriend dropping the f-bomb, or any curse word as a matter of fact and adding cursing to the equation that technically Chloe is getting her off in public is almost too much for Beca to handle. Dirty, dirty move, Beale.
"God, I've wanted to do this the second I stepped foot on that plane to Georgia." Chloe really needs to stop talking right now because Beca is on her last limb with how straight up coquettish her tone has an affect on her body.
A whine of a moan escapes after being trapped for as long as Beca can remember and she lifts up her right leg to give Chloe better access, which she immediately dives right in. Also, this change in position allows her to grind her hips desperately in a steady rhythm with Chloe's fingers. And then she is panting uncontrollably as Chloe applies more pressure to her rapidly swelling nerves.
"Jesus….fuck, Chloe.." Beca's sentence gets swallowed up by another moan-this one more throaty- cutting it short when Chloe switches her motions to dip her fingers inside and keeping up her pace to teeter Beca off the edge. In and out, in and out Beca attempts to match the pace of Chloe's motions but all she can do is whimper absolute nonsense until her brink is reach with one strong final stroke.
All the air in Beca's body is sucked out almost instantly before her body twists and jerks violently against Chloe's hand while the fingers inside don't even dare to slow down, more than amused by the cry of release emitted from Beca's lungs with a playful giggle. Beca removes her hand from one of the armrests that she has been deathly gripping at and clasps it onto Chloe's forearm to stop her from pushing any longer when her core becomes ultra sensitive to handle any type of contact.
When the wave of ecstasy passed and Chloe eased down Beca's high, "Baby, you're so hot," Chloe purs kittenish. Basically, Beca's breathing is pretty much shit right now as she is trying to return all the oxygen back into her body after the intensity of the orgasm she just had but can hear crystal clear the amusement in Chloe's voice. She flinches and moans a sharp cry when Chloe thrusts her fingers purposely back inside her burning core, and if she wasn't on the verge of passing out right now, she'd give Chloe one Hell of a scowl.
It takes a while to adjust to the sunlight after having her eyes sealed shut for so long but when they do, Beca can see Chloe biting her lip to keep an already large forming smirk from growing any larger. With the absence of the aviators Chloe is wearing since now they rest on top of her head, those blue eyes are darker than normal, yet still almost blinding to look at and it's crazy to Beca how someone so innocent be dressed as the devil in disguise.
"You're….trouble." Beca says this through a pant, a breathless wheeze following and she tosses Chloe a lazy smile before crashing her head back into the headrest of the seat. Once she feels that Chloe won't tease her anymore, she let's go of her girlfriend's forearms and drags that same hand through her hair, pushing all of it out of her face.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Chloe pulls out this facade card and plays coy with one of her innocent, insanely adorable smiles that looks as if she hadn't just got done-excuse the language- fucking Beca senselessly in the passenger seat of her truck.
Chloe is gentle when retracting her hand out from Beca's shorts, unlike the time before and two, glistening digits are out in the open for Beca to see but not for long until they are shoved slowly into Chloe's mouth to suck them clean. Already starting to feel the heat build up inside again while hypnotized by watching Chloe purposely suck her own taste off her fingers at a painfully slow speed, Beca closes her mouth from where it has gaped open when distracted by the scene.
"I'm so getting you back," Beca threatens under a weak but promising smirk and her breathing falls back into a steady rate. She cranks up the air conditioning and positions it directly towards her face because now (no thanks to Chloe) she feels like she's is trapped in a sauna with a thin layer of sweat covering the skin. Her legs are tingling, the bouncing hormones in her body are now on another level with need and the underwear she is currently sitting in and has to for the next five hours of this trip are basically destroyed.
Hands down though, best road trip she has ever been on. Maybe with Chloe she'll start to enjoy them more, see what good they bring to the table.
Pulling out her middle finger from her lips with an audible "pop," Chloe gives Beca a challenging grin; a smile that's so sexy and mysterious all at the same time that Beca almost falls apart just staring at it. The newly clean hand drops to the inside of Beca's thigh to rest and with a simple shrug to the shoulders,
"I'm counting on it."
Wednesday November 23, 4:35 PM
Florida is ten times hotter and more humid than Georgia could ever be, Beca gathers.
And for proof, just imagine the buckets of sweat her forehead, back, arms legs and entire body are producing and that should be more than enough evidence.
The road trip wasn't nearly as bad as Beca expected, due to obvious reasons that should now not be mentioned since she is in fact sharing the same vicinity as Chloe's parents. Whether it was singing in the most obnoxious ways out the window, or talking about whatever came to mind, the both of them found ways to keep themselves entertained for the dreadful six hours.
Eventually when they do pull up to the bleach white house, Beca is at a lost for words when she gets slapped in the face by how enormous it is. By this, Chloe's beach house is something else and it actually takes a while for Beca to snap out of her admiration towards the beach and house to pay attention to the tips Chloe has been giving her the past hour to impress her parents, not that Beca is worried or anything.
No, that'd be silly.
Beca is plain out shitting her pants waiting to meet the Beale's.
Why? Funny you may ask. Beca has absolutely no idea why she is so nervous. Maybe it is because she doesn't want to screw up the best damn thing she has in her life right now. Also, a bond with her girlfriend's parents and siblings is a literal must or the relationship was destined to be doomed, or so she thinks. Whatever. She just really needs to have Chloe's parents like her, at the least tolerate and by how her stomach is doing somersaults and not in the good way that Chloe usually makes her feel is a clear sign that this can either go really well, or really fucking bad.
At least the freshly cut grass and smell of salt water radiating off from the ocean calms Beca in a way. The area is deserted, with hardly no neighbors unless you count the other beach house about a mile away and because of this, the scenery of the place is relaxing. Maybe Florida ain't too bad after all, at least Tampa that is. She doesn't understand why this state gets such a bad rep.
"You'll be fine," Chloe's gentle voice eases Beca a bit, but not nearly as much as it should.
Chloe comes up behind Beca after grabbing her own duffle bags from the trunk and swoops her arms around Beca's waist from behind after gently massaging tensed shoulders. Beca thought that she had been keeping her nerves to a minimum but she guessed wrong.
"Show them the Beca Mitchell I fell in love with, not the international, DJ sensation that is featured on every music site known to man. They'll love you, I promise." With loving big blue eyes and a tender kiss, Beca feels like she is just going to float away.
And the thing about promises coming from Chloe Beale, never are they wrong or broken. So, that's why Beca gives a shaky nod as her palms sweat into the straps of her bags when reaching down to pick them up and follows Chloe in tow through the glass front doors of the beach house.
Silence floods the house at first except for the faint sound of music playing from what sounds like the backyard. It's old school rock, maybe some Guns and Roses if Beca listens carefully, which she is already starting to dig. Parents with a good taste in music, check.
"Mom! Dad!" Chloe yells in hope to signal their arrival to her family but comes out with no response back. Tank follows closely, more so around Beca and his familiar, horse like presence is greatly appreciated due to everything around the house being brand new. Looking around for anybody and into each individual room that happens to be empty, Chloe jumps to a conclusion. "They must be out back."
Beca then follows some more, legs shaking in her high top converse she is wearing while she silently goes over thoughtfully planned out scripts in her head to introduce herself. She also takes in the house; the shimmer of the wooden tiles, the special ocean antics and the overly blinding white furniture and decorations.
Guess she understands now where Aubrey and Chloe's love for white came from. Seriously, walking into both houses felt like taking a first step into heaven.
"This place is really nice," Beca breathes, the beauty of the place the deeper they walk inside really taking her for a whirl.
And here she thought her sweet size apartment back in Los Angeles was nice.
"Thanks!" Chloe smiles bright and wide over her shoulder. "It's pretty much ancient but my parents have been doing a good job keeping it tidy." Beca walks carefully behind Chloe, taking in the marble counter tops in the kitchen and exploring every inch of the beach house she can find. Her eyes double in size when Chloe brings her to the "back yard" where normally a lawn of green and maybe a newly grown garden are placed but instead, Beca is greeted by the cerulean blue of the Goddamn Atlantic Ocean.
Holy shit.
"Oh wow." If Beca thought the inside of the house was impressive, the view out back almost puts her into a coma. She honestly doesn't understand why Florida gets such a bad rep because with what she is looking at right now, this view is almost as great as California's.
Almost.
"Oh yay! My brothers are here and set up the jet skis!" Chloe claps excitedly and points out to the water where two (expensive) looking jet skis float but alone in the distance, with no presence of her brothers. There are multiple things wrong with Chloe expecting Beca to get on one of those death, metal contraptions, but one of them is not being able to take in all the glory of seeing Chloe in a bikini.
That, is something Beca could stare at all day, exactly like how she is doing right now because apparently under that navy blue tank top and pair of white jean shorts was a matching turquoise bathing suit hidden underneath that Chloe has nonchalantly stripped down to.
"Oh my...God," Beca chokes when Chloe is fully undressed and is sporting the best damn bikini Beca has ever had the honor of seeing. Yes, Beca has already seen Chloe in far less clothes and is no stranger when it comes to those Godly curves. But that doesn't mean it doesn't take her breath away every time she is greeted by them.
Thank you yoga.
Thank you running.
And thank you God.
Chloe shoots Beca a wink when seeing her outstretched eyes roaming over her frame and folds her clothes before placing them in a pile on the back porch's steps. Of course anytime Chloe is half dressed, Beca is unable to tear her eyes away and she stares and stares without a shame, going over each curve and defined muscle lines. Literally, everything about Chloe is hot; her long muscular legs, her glowing golden skin, her taut stomach muscles that run just beneath her perfectly plump and perfectly sculpted breast-
"Beca?"
Beca's attention is brought back to life by the sound of Chloe's voice and when her eyes start to focus, Chloe is staring confused at her, arching a leery brow and clearly waiting for a response to which Beca has no idea what to say.
"Sorry," Beca clears her throat into her fist, trying to build back her cool despite her body feeling like she just jumped into a pool of molten lava. Plus, it's really hard to focus on anything with Chloe standing at an arm's reach only wearing a two piece bikini that is flaunting everything good. Truthfully, it's quite distracting. "I think I just blacked out from your hotness." Beca has never been so quick and honest to say something.
Chloe rolls her eyes with a playful smile and does this slow motion hair flip that doesn't help Beca's current situation. "Well snap out of it. Mom, nine o'clock."
This most definitely snaps Beca out of it and it isn't because Tank is now barking excitedly to meet the newly arriving guest. Glancing in the general direction of where Chloe calculated, the first blur of red she catches is a slightly older looking version of Chloe, with the same long, auburn hair and sun kissed skin, wearing a faded pair of jean shorts and a white t-shirt that's acquainted with sunglasses. She's alone for the most part except Tank at her ankles and keeps walking over to the couple determined with a smile that looks like an exact duplicate of Chloe's.
Beca exhales a breath of air.
Here goes nothing.
"Hey mom!" Chloe takes the first encounter and swoops her mom into a hug as she approaches.
"Chloe dear, I've missed you so much!" Her mother reciprocates the excitement and the hug lasts longer than a couple of seconds as they get re-familiar with each other. Beca rocks awkwardly on the heels of her feet, hands hooked behind her back as she plays unknown bystander while watching the mother and daughter interaction. "You need to visit more! Are you doing okay? Eating well? Is Aubrey taking good care of you? Money good? School?"
Chloe giggles at all the concerned motherly questions and shakes them all off with five exasperated yes's. Then she connects her hand with Beca's when remembering the added presence, threading their closest fingers together and gestures with the other.
Oh no.
"Mom, this is Beca. My girlfriend," Chloe introduces with a proud smile and Beca feels like her heart is about to leap from her chest. Why is she so damn nervous? Chloe's mom looks as innocent as innocent can get.
Heart racing and already feeling her tongue start to knot without even doing the talking, Beca braces herself for the inevitable. With one last mental pep talk, Beca takes a shaky deep breath and outstretches her hand for Chloe's mom to shake it. "Hi, its nice to meet yo-"
Without so much of a warning that she was seconds away from being manhandled, Beca gets pulled straight into a tight hug and detached from her girlfriend's grip. "It's so very nice to finally meet you!" Chloe's mom squeezes even tighter Beca thinks as it's getting to the point where it's hard to breathe. "Im Charlotte. Chloe here has told me lots about you. Congratulations on the album by the way."
When Beca bounces back from the hug after being released, she smooths out her shirt and awkwardly chuckles as the nerves just seem to not be fading away. "Thank you. It's nice to meet you too." She looks over to Chloe and gets a reassuring wink that's a sign and squeeze to their reconnected hands that everything was going better than perfect.
The next flash of red Beca catches comes in a pair: an extremely tall, football player body built pair that each have vibrant auburn hair similar to Chloe's and her mother's. Next thing is they charge up to Chloe, each on either side of the redhead and aggressively envelope her in a double bear hug that at first startles her.
"Hey boys!" Chloe squeals excitedly when her brothers, Beca concludes, lift her up from the ground and swings her around with equal joy.
"Missed you, Chlo." The taller boy and a slightly older out of the two brothers says when he drops Chloe back to her feet and reaches in for a more calmer hug. The other brother agrees and waits his turn to give Chloe a proper hug as well.
"I missed you guys two! How are the girls?" Chloe tears away from the embrace and Beca can now get a good look at all three and didn't even need to know them to pinpoint that they are related. Catching the added presence, both boys freeze and physically gawk at Beca with the look of starstruck written all over.
Catching what her brothers stopped so deliberately to look at and following their line of sight to a tiny brunette standing as awkward as ever, "Oh! This is Beca, my very talented girlfriend. Beca, this is Chris and Clay, my loser brothers."
Only briefing swooning at the added description, Beca extends out a hand again to shake (she should've been prepared to be smothered by a hug from the both of them) and tells each brother it's nice to finally meet while she drowns in their individual college and tie die bro tanks.
Chris, the older one, has more of a beard compared to Clay, who only has some grubble on his chin and along his jaw bone. Freckles around the nose are shared between each boy, Chloe not so much. All three have the same icy blue eyes; Chloe's still stands out like a sore thumb compared to all of them but equally, they all share that darker type of red hair and God given skin people would kill for.
And can she talk about body physique really quick because Goddamn, do all the Beale's have insanely great bodies and insanely good looks?
If she hadn't known any better, she'd think they all popped out of the womb with a six pack.
"Holy shit, I can't believe I just touched you!" Chris gushes and Beca laughs because he is at least a thirty something year old, grown man, squealing like a fangirl over a celebrity. "Let me tell yah that my wife is already waiting by the phone for when tickets go on sale for the Diplo tour."
Amazed by the dedication and how big of fans Chloe's family are, "oh wow." She chuckles, eyes stretching wide, not really knowing what to say or do since receiving complements always makes her feel uncomfortable. "We haven't even announced a tour or even dates and what not." Plus, she doesn't even know if she'll be joining Diplo on tour with all the music and time she has to put towards a new upcoming album in the making. That by itself is a lot on her plate and to add a world tour?
Goodbye social life or hell, any life out of the realm of the music industry.
"I know but when they do, I guarantee she'll be the first to purchase them!" Chris gloats in a charming smile that Beca can't help but see Chloe in.
"Psh, don't be crazy. When the time comes, there will be no paying for you guys," Beca offers with a smirk and Chris, Clay and Charlotte all light up in a way that makes her feel like she just told the three of them the world's greatest news.
"Can you sign my phone case? Congrats on the album by the way. So many bangers," Clay changes the entire subject while whipping out his phone from his pocket and surprisingly has a sharpie on him. Happily taking the marker and giving her thanks, Beca signs her initials over the plastic before Chris does the exact same thing with his.
Later after Chris, Clay and Charlotte spurge out all the questions that Beca can assume they planned all week to ask, she finds out that Chris has been married for two months and is going stronger than ever with his high school girlfriend, Rachel. Clay is not married, but has been dating a girl for a little over a year and plans on popping the question sometime soon.
Conversations flow easily; Beca chats casually about her family and Stacie and she gets to know Chloe's side a little bit better than what she already knows. Music is barely even brought up, which is greatly applicators because time here is suppose to he vacation time. Plus, she wants to know more of Chloe's side of the family, not what goes on through the TV or radio.
One last person gets added to their meet and greet and Beca doesn't even have to turn around to know it's Chloe's dad. Just the aroma shifts and she all of a sudden wishes that she had a shell so she could shrink up inside to avoid what is about to come next. Feeling two strong hands grasp either sides of her shoulders, she mentally prepares herself before facing a tall man whose red hair is now beginning to fade but nevertheless still looks good for his age.
"Hi, I uh….I'm Beca Mitchell. Chloe's girlfriend," Beca greets formally and for the first time since she hasn't really met any significant other's parents before is about ready to piss her pants from fear. Out of all three other encounters with Chloe's siblings and mother, they all offered her an immediate smile along with a friendly hug, much to her dismay.
Not Chloe's dad though.
All he is doing is eyeing her suspiciously, arms crossed above his chest and this time, not even shaking her outstretched hand, which only piles on the awkwardness that is eating Beca alive.
"I'm not going to read in an upcoming TMZ video that you do coke or hang out at strip clubs for a living right?" He finally speaks, his deep voice matching his height and Beca just blinks because like what is that suppose to mean? "No sextapes or leaked photos?"
Chloe gasps loudly and smacks her father in the stomach and Beca stands there dumbfounded, trying to figure out if he is joking or not but by the look of pure seriousness tells her he's not. "Daddy!"
"I'm just kidding, Chloe!" Oh thank God. His stone cold face breaks into a large smile, emitting a deep laughter that rumbles the air while Beca thinks she is too scared to move right now. What the fuck just happened? "I'm Rick. It's an honor to finally meet you, Beca. I've heard so much." Then Beca gets swept up into that familiar hug, popping Beca's personal boundaries bubble once again and this time, she thanks her lucky star that it isn't a strangling.
"How bout we set you up in a room and show you around the beach house?" Charlotte offers while taking her husband's hand to lead the way back inside. She trails on about setting up in Chloe's room but half of it goes in one ear, out the other for Beca.
"My dad likes you," Chloe whispers and Beca jumps at the voice because she thinks she might have blacked out for a second due to fear. "He never hugs anybody."
"That' was the scariest thing I've ever had to do," Beca rushes to admit, releasing a long breath that she had no idea she was keeping inside. "They like me though?" Beca echoes as a question and can't help but smile triumphantly. The hard part is finally over. "Holy shit they like me."
"They sure do, babe, just like I said they would because you my dear are perfect." Leaning in and placing a lingering kiss over Beca's cheek, Chloe takes her hand and pulls her towards the doors where her family went inside. "Come on. I have lots planned for you."
And duh, Beca follows Chloe without a fight after her paralysis wears off because now she is excited.
Wednesday November 23, 6:30 PM
When first making it to the beach house, Beca at least prepared for sometime to adjust to the weather, the extra humidity and stay as dry as possible, to say the least. But no. Not with a girlfriend who apparently is part fish after only an hour on shore before Beca gets thrown into a bikini, a super sized life jacket and is now crossing her fingers that she won't drown in the middle of the ocean as for the life of her, clings every limb around Chloe's body while she operates the facinest jet ski Beca has ever seen.
After hitting top speed while crashing into waves coming in and performing multiple amounts of doughnuts, Chloe refers to, where she almost got thrown off a handful amount of times, or at least felt the boat start to tip, Beca gets driven back into shore where she practically kisses the sand when her feet hit the heat.
"You're so dramatic." Chloe, who is still straddling the jet ski out in the ocean in a close enough distance to catch Beca's actions but too far away not to yell sways over the waves, fixing her hair up into a high bun and throws Beca one of those smirks that only adds to her level of sexiness.
She may have almost died on the metal contraption and felt more fish touch her feet than she would have liked but minus all those, watching Chloe drive like a total badass from behind outweighed all the negatives. From the way she drove a jet ski; all the fancy tricks, impressive wheelies and stunts are only a plus and the way every muscle in her back, arms and legs basically glowed under the sunset's glow.
Lord have mercy on Beca's soul because all of this is just way too much to handle.
"You'd think that someone who lives in California would somewhat enjoy the ocean and all it's beauty. If I didn't know you I'd think you were a cat," Chloe continues to joke while combing her fingers through damp hair before placing it back into a bun. Rolling her eyes, Beca twists over to her butt and Tank comes trotting in soon after to plop down next her, hitting her senses with wet dog and who knows what else.
"I'll remind you that I lived in Portland Oregon for majority of my life and with that, my fear of water, especially water with sharks in it makes sense," Beca retorts out of breath and stands up from where she was molded into the sand after rubbing Tank behind the ears. She brushes off all the bits and pieces and starts fixing her own hair now that the wind and ocean destroyed everything up top. "I can't believe you got me on that thing."
"It wasn't too hard, I must say. I think your head was somewhere else and by somewhere else, I mean my chest." Chloe giggles, unzipping her lifejacket to prove a valid point because even with the distance and like a magnet, Beca's eyes fall to that familiar turquoise color and everything else she says is hazy. "Plus, I just really wanted to get you wet."
With all the strength left in her body, Beca snaps her eyes off Chloe's chest just in time to see the filthiest smile across the redhead's mouth, so filthy that it makes her shrivel up. About ready to say something back, another jet ski flies into shore right next to where Chloe is parked.
Knowing it is Chris by his ESPN professional jet skiing skills, a lot similar to his sister's, he turns off the ski and cups his hands around his mouth ready to holler. "You wanna ride?!" Beca at first didn't think he was talking to her because of her lack of experience on one of those things but with no one around and the finger pointing in her direction for clarification, she starts to stutter.
"I-I….what?" If he thinks she is going to get on that thing alone, he must be tripping. It was hard enough to ride with Chloe. She is a person who is safe on land and land only. With her luck, she'd tip the jet ski over and get eaten by all sorts of fish, or maybe even an octopus. "No. Absolutely not."
"Oh come on!" Chris whines, like full on Beca just told a five year old "no" at a candy store while Chloe gives off her mastered kicked, puppy dog pout with her lip jutted out. Was Chris Chloe's older or younger brother again? "You gotta try it at least once! Go out with Chlo!"
"Yeah, come out with me Becs!" Chloe added, waving Beca over to where Chris is now anchoring the ride to the ocean shore so it doesn't float away.
If Beca was a window, she'd be covered with yolk by how much she was getting teamed up and egged on when her life is on the line operating one of those things. At the most, she has driven a car, but everyone does eventually, at least once. Growing up, she had a bike but very rarely used it since she lived like a vampire and anything outdoors was a big no. She never four wheeled when her family use to go camping and actually she barely even camped when they asked her to go as well. At amusement parks, she rode passenger seat whenever Stacie forced them to ride the go karts, then she twisted her ankle on roller blades and broke her arm when trying to ride a long. Needless to say, Beca operating any sort of machinery has doom written all over it.
"It will turn me on if you do," Chloe sings this out loud and Beca feels instant prickles along her skin. Maybe it was because of the extreme coldness from the water, or maybe it was because Chloe is giving her "the eyes" and has that sultry tint to her voice that is eating Beca from the inside out.
No verbal response comes next as Beca just stands there paralyzed, eyeing the jet ski now rocking above the waves without Chris sitting up top. She mutes out the appalled gasps from Chris who is claiming that they need to keep it in their pants and fights this inner battle with not wanting and wanting to get on.
"This jet ski isn't the only thing I want you to ride, baby," Chloe flirts and the last straw Chris had left to stay calm was pulled at what his sister is insinuating, causing him to leave the couple before, in his words, goes at it on shore. Beca stands there frozen, still in the same damn pickle she has been in for what seemed like years.
Her brain tells her no; to not get on because 1. She has no idea what she is doing and can swim at best at a mediocre level-not taking in the fact that she can do this in a seven foot pool and not the ocean. 2. Don't get her started on how to even start the jet ski, or which button is which.
However, her gut (more so the area in between her legs) tells her to hop right on board and obey anything that Chloe has to say because she is weak and if Stacie was here, she'd call Beca whipped. But Chloe is very persuasive and is flaunting Beca everything good underneath that life jacket, baiting her to come over and do something about it.
So, doing what she usually does and thinks with her vagina, she hops right on board to straddle the jet ski and prays that driving this thing is as easy as driving a car. Curse her hormones for out beating her conscious.
Wednesday November 24 12:03 AM
"My little munchkin! I miss you so much!"
Beca cringes at the overly excited and equally as loud greeting from her friend through the phone as she pops a squat on shore of the beach. Thinking that she'd be physically and emotionally exhausted from traveling the entire ocean on a jet ski and meeting all of Chloe's family yesterday, Beca has been the exact opposite and is wired with endless adrenaline.
So, figuring that she should probably check in with Stacie to let her know that she made it to Florida safely, she dialed her friend up and decided to take a peaceful walk along the beach since it was the perfect temperature outside with not a cloud in sight.
Rolling her eyes at the level of dramatics produced by Stacie, "I've only been gone a day. You saw me yesterday morning, I might add."
"Regardless of when you left, I still miss you like you've been gone for a billion years."
Beca snickers, shaking her head, "You're such a dork."
"And you love me." Stacie clicks her tongue and Beca can visually see the puff in her chest because she knows damn well she's right.
"Whatever," Beca settles with a smirk, thumbs picking up small clumps of sand and rubbing it together until fully dissolved. "What are you doing?"
"Just got done talking to Aubrey before we had to call it goodnight so she could get some sleep. I guess her family has lots planned for Thanksgiving."
"She flew back to North Carolina right?"
"Yep. Staying there till Saturday night and then she's flying back to Atlanta."
"How are you two by the way? Haven't talked much about your lady love since that one day you almost ruined the entire thing," Beca snorts a laugh with a full memory of Aubrey freaking Posen contacting her for relationship advice.
That is a day Beca will remember forever; she even documented it on a calendar in her phone.
"Really, really good. Minus my little freak out, our relationship has only been getting stronger, surprisingly," Stacie gushed and Beca could feel the megawatt smile even through the phone. Being tied down wasn't something she saw when Stacie was in the picture and still even has a hard time now believing it now but regardless, she is happy that Stacie has found someone who reciprocates the feeling.
"I'm glad, Stace." Beca smiled, stretching out her legs in the sand and positioning her phone between her shoulder and cheek so she could lean back on her hands.
"How's Florida and my favorite ginger? Met all the other gingers? Please tell me that at least one of them holds the ideal stereotype of a redhead?"
Beca laughs, shaking her head at Stacie's obsession with the color of red hair. "Negative chief. They're all super fucking attractive and look like they've been plucked straight from Teen Beach magazine." Stacie huffs, or grumbles under her breath something incoherent. It was blunt, it was honest and everything couldn't be more true.
Chloe and all her beauty and charm is a splitting image of her mother's, Charlotte, and even had moments where her eyes glimmered like her father's-though his color is closer to green than blue. Chris and Clay are basically Hollister models so overall, Beca can declare that she is trapped in a beach house with the most warming, naturally attractive, sweetest group of redheads who hold nothing to back up the pale skin, soulless stereotype that was mustered up from God knows who.
They talk some more to catch up on each other's separate vacations; Beca describes the beach house, Florida as a whole and her first encounters with the Beale's. She tells Stacie the plans for Thanksgiving tomorrow and overly emphasizes her excitement when she lists everything that Charlotte is making for dinner. Stacie then informs Beca that Sarah, Stacie's mother, (but basically the whole family) misses her back home and that Portland isn't Portland without a tiny, grouchy elf to share her snarkiness and spice up the Thanksgiving mood.
Mid sentence as she explains to Stacie her near death experience when riding caboose on a jet ski, (with Chloe driving this time while she purposely flips them over during a sharp doughnut turn just because, "you haven't experienced jet skiing if you don't fall off at least once, Beca!") she hears footsteps coming her way and is greeted by no other than a half asleep, zombified redhead, who still can manage to look absolutely jaw dropping without even trying.
Chloe stumbles up next to her on the sand and snuggles her way like a dog under Beca's arm to fit like a puzzle piece up next to her body. She wraps her arms around Beca's waist and gives her weak kiss on the cheek before leaning the side of her head into that perfect space between the brunette's neck and shoulder.
"Who are you talking to?" Chloe mumbles groggy and there's a raspy vibration in her voice that Beca can't help but find extremely attractive.
Before Beca can answer, Stacie seems to hear this first. "Is that Chloe?! Tell her I said hi!" Chloe lifts her head to mouth "Stacie?" and Beca nods her head with a laugh, removing the device from her shoulder to put her friend on speaker for all to hear.
"Hi Stacie!" In a snap of a finger, Chloe's mood shifts from about ready to start sleep walking to waking up the entire state with her amount of enthusiasm when hearing Stacie's voice. "How's Oregon? Your family? Aubrey? I already know that question since I talked to Aubrey earlier but still. How are you two?"
Stacie answers Chloe's mother load of back to back questions while Beca admires the interaction from a now leaning position. She takes in the beauty of just wearing a faded hoodie that was once her's and a simple pair of sleeping shorts because somehow, Chloe has the power to make anything look amazing on her, despite what it is that she is wearing.
And also, how many people can say that their girlfriend and best friend get along this well? Not many she can tell you that.
"Well I'll let you guys go, I have to take a shower and freshen up for bed. You two behave now," Stacie warns in a playful tone that isn't meant to be taken seriously. Knowing Stacie, Beca expects she will want some naughty stories when they see each other back in California.
Sharing their final goodbyes and promises to call tomorrow since technically it's Thanksgiving in Florida but not back in Oregon, Beca hangs up the call and throws the phone next to her on the sand. Getting one last good glance at Chloe, who wets her lips just once before Beca's head moves in on autopilot for a kiss, they separate with lazy smiles and tangle their limbs within each other.
"What are you doing up so late?" Chloe asks softly, resting her head back on Beca's shoulder. Her body heat next to Beca gives an extra warmth, and though tonight's weather is barely even a light jacket necessary, it's comfortable. Touching Chloe and being this close to her is always comfortable.
"Couldn't sleep," Beca answers but corrects herself when the look of worry washes over Chloe's face when retracted from her shoulder. "Nothing bad, I promise," she assures with a sincere smile and can see Chloe start to ease. "Kinda wanted to appreciate the scenery."
Chloe follows Beca's focus out to the water where the moon's reflection bounces brightly off the gentle waves. There's a faint breeze to push the water and gives off a whiff of salt water every once in awhile and a mist that freshens the air.
Chloe smiles and releases a soft sigh. "Florida isn't too bad huh?" Beca squeezes the arm around Chloe's mid tighter and hums in answer, pleased. There's a brief moment of comfortable silence while they take in the sight before Chloe speaks again and as she does, she turns to face Beca, eyes glowing bright under the moon's light. "I do have to say this view is a lot prettier."
Beca barks a laugh because there's no way Chloe can say anything more cheesier than that. "Oh my God. Where did you find that line? Twitter?"
"What if I did, what if I didn't?" Chloe scoffs offended, but her smile never fades and neither does that sparkle in her eyes. Biting her bottom lip in a way Beca knows what's going to happen next, Chloe moves to push her lay flat down on the sand by the shoulder but the instant memory of a certain car ride down here clouds her mind and she stands her position.
Beca tilts the weight to the other end of the titter totter and this time uses her strength to push Chloe to lay down underneath when she is settled astride over Chloe's waist, not even allowing her girlfriend the time to question her refusal to lay down. Red haired splayed across the sand and her brows furrowed, Beca swallows any questions Chloe had to ask by a slow burning kiss that leaves them both breathless.
Hands travel down Chloe's forearms from where they were entwined above her head, all the way until Beca is inching them up underneath the cotton material of the hoodie, nails scratching over tight muscles. She smirks devilishly at the confirmation that Chloe is in fact, absent of a bra and wastes no time to palm the flesh between her fingers.
Chloe's eyes fall shut while her back arches into the touch, wanting more from Beca and when her mouth opens slightly, a soft moan escapes to spread directly over Beca's lips. "Are we….going to do….. this?" she says through a series of pants and maybe even a few moans when Beca works her mouth to the area just below Chloe's ear, matching the gropes along Chloe's chest.
There's a secret spot hidden under Chloe's earlobe that is extremely ticklish, so when Beca starts to suck that area with a purpose, Chloe flails with giggles to shake her head away from the kisses and Beca honestly thinks she hasn't seen or heard anything more adorable.
But focus, Mitchell. You're trying to get payback.
Moving down Chloe's neck to where she is able to feel a throbbing pulse against her lips, the giggles transform back into heavy breathing and Beca's lips move unintentionally into a devilish smirk. "I do remember myself making a promise to you earlier," she lowers her voice, knowing exactly how Chloe's body reacts to a deeper timbre. "And you should know...I never break a promise."
Though they could perfectly walk inside and avoid having sand in places that it shouldn't be and be far more comfortable on top of a cushioned bed, Beca for the life of her just couldn't seem to pull away. In her defense, she hasn't seen Chloe in over two weeks and the euphoria from her birthday night was still haunting her like a ghost so of course, when Beca wants something, she gets it that instant. No beating around the bushes.
Like a switch, Chloe's eyes snap open, color a whole shade darker and they have this daring glaze urging Beca on. "What are you waiting for then?" Chloe urges so seductively that it almost knocks Beca over from where she is hovering up above. Or maybe it is because somehow her hands made their journey up under Beca's shirt to mirror the movements, pinching and grasping the skin just under the bra to almost cause Beca's head to plummet into her chest.
One last daring glare before Chloe leans up to recapture Beca's lips and you all can guess what happens next.
Thursday November 24, 10:23 AM
Dad: Happy Thanksgiving Becs. I hope you're enjoying Florida and having a great time over there. Sheila and I miss you around the house. It wasn't the same without you or Stacie here.
Diplo: Happy Thanksgiving shorty. Hope as is well down in Tampa. Tell Chloe I said hi and have fun!
Selena Gomez: Hey you! Hope you have a Happy Thanksgiving! Miss you lots B!
Thursday November 24, 11:36 AM
Stacie: Happy Turkey day my little munchkin!
Stacie: I miss you tons and I hope you grub enough for the both of us!
Stacie: And I mean actual food, not just ginger ;)
Thursday November 24, 12:34 PM
Aubrey Posen: Happy Thanksgiving Beca. Hope you're taking good care of my best friend. If not, remember what will happen.
Thursday November 24, 6:04 PM (Warren)
B: Thanks Dad. Sorry I got back to you so late, busy day today. But I miss you and Sheila too. Hope you guys had a nice dinner and don't worry, I'll visit soon.
Thursday November 24, 6:04 PM (Group Message Selena & Diplo)
B: Haha thanks you guys. Florida is amazing and Chloe is great. I'll tell her you said hello! You both as well have fun, don't do anything I wouldn't do ;-)
Thursday November 24, 6:04 PM (Aubrey)
B: Weird how I can say the same thing to you considering that you as well are dating my best friend ;-) we are fine and thanks. Hope you have a good one.
Thursday November 24, 6:04 PM (Stacie)
B: Ughhh thanks Stace. Tell the fam I said so too.
B: Sorry it's a lot later. I helped Chloe's mom with dinner and of course Chloe got me back on the jet ski.
Once she is done replying to the mountain of text messages she received from everyone, Beca flops onto Chloe's bed in hope to digest the amount of food she stuffed into her tiny little body before she adds to that with the bonfire Chloe and her brothers are setting up, joined by an unholy amount of s'mores. Not to surprised when her phone vibrates over her chest not even a minute later with a reply and knowing for sure it is Stacie because the girl is glued to her cellphone, she swipes open the unread message.
Thursday November 25, 6:05 PM
S: Awh that's nice! How was dinner?
B: Amazing. I don't know why Chloe wasn't gifted with the skills of a chef because holy shit her mom can cook. I always thought nothing could beat Sarah's cooking but damn, Charlotte's comes in as a close second
S: Momma Conrad isn't going to be too happy when I tell her this ;)
S: But everything else was good? How is Chloe's family?
B: At first I'm not going to lie, I was scared shitless. But now, I feel like...welcomed into their family, as crazy as that sounds. The only scary part was meeting Rick, Chloe's dad, but other than that, they're just as bubbly and sweet as Chloe and it's just awesome down here.
S: Oh no, was it bad?
B: Just the usual father intimidation card. He's super nice though and can make a mean drink.
S: Getting drunk already? ;)
B: Haha no.
B: Maybe a buzz from my drink from dinner but ask me in an hour and the answer might change.
S: That's nice! Anyone ask you for an autograph yet?
B: Honestly, my work, the album or my status hasn't even been brought up in conversation other than a congratulations with the album reaching number one. It's nice to not be drowned in compliments and questions about celebrities and just chill out for a bit.
B: This time I know they like me for me and not my fame or because I'm sort of famous you know?
S: Sort of famous? Babe, you're on a cover of the most popular music magazine and mentioned in all others. You performed at one of the biggest concerts in Los Angeles, will be performing on one of the most popular music awards shows and already has four hit singles on only your first album.
S: You're basically Michael Jackson
B: And here I thought you'd compare me to Bieber ;-) thank you for not doing that
S: I typed it then deleted it…you're welcome
B: You know, the fame is nice every once in awhile but truthfully it's exhausting. I'm blessed, don't get me wrong but sometimes, especially my relationship, I wish I could keep away from the media and flashing cameras.
S: And now with you and Chloe being Hollywood's "it" couple that could make it through a tsunami and still be as strong as titanium, there's no way of keeping anything you do a secret.
B: Exactly. Also, I love my job more than anything but as times goes on, the more demanding it gets when it comes to work.
B: Plus with Chloe's student teaching going on and her now looking for a permanent school to teach at, our schedules are starting to conflict.
S: I know I can't say I fully understand what you're going through but I can take a rough guess and say it's not that easy. But you and Chloe are tough! I bet this mini vacay away from musicians was a God's gift sent from the heavens huh?
B: Oh Hell yes. It's so fucking nice just to relax after months of constantly tweaking something on the album. Also it's nice to get away from managers and constant business calls.
B: I just want my lazy days back with you. And I want Chloe to be there too, hanging around like couch potatoes in an apartment sweet, living in West Hollywood with a jacuzzi and Buttercup and Tank.
S: Have you talked to Chloe about this?
B: About what?
S: Moving up to California? Starting a life with you up there.
B: Yeah no. I might love her to the moon and back and vice versa but still, dropping the "moving" bomb so soon after only months of dating screams a big fat disaster.
S: You don't know that! Again, you and Chloe are an anomaly when it comes to couples. The way things work for you two wouldn't work for anybody else.
B: Still though. It's too soon. I can't just ask her to pack up, leave everything in Georgia to come live with me. That's a commitment she needs time to think about.
B: I'm not that selfish.
S: Okay, you're right. I just wouldn't mind having a girls day whenever just to visit the mall since YOU won't go with me :(
B: Damn right I won't. I've done my fair share of carrying your shit everywhere when we go to the mall. I have scars on my feet from blisters with how much you make me walk.
*New Text Message from Chloe Beale*
Thursday November 24, 6:18 PM
Chloe: Fire is ready :) Think you can make it outside?
C: I already made you a s'more ;)
B: God, what did I ever do to deserve a gem like you?
C: Mmmm I think it's the great sex and multiple orgasms ;)
B: You're so dirty, Beale.
B: I love it.
B: I'll be out soon
Thursday November 24, 6:21
Stacie: You're so dramatic!
B: Whatever. I'm also hungry again so I'm going to the fire to make some s'mores
B: Text me later?
S: Will do ;) have fun!
Using all her might to push herself out of bed, Beca finally makes it to her feet and heads for the door. Just as she is about to leave the room, her phone lights up with a text message.
Thursday November 24, 6:26 PM
Cassidy: Beca, I know this is bad timing and short notice but you need to fly back to Los Angeles. Atlantic is paging me to get you down here to have a conference with Joanna's manager.
Beca doesn't know how many times she reads the message over and over again, thinking that her eyes are playing a hallucinating trick on her but it's enough times to let her know that it doesn't change.
This can't be right.
She's on vacation-vacation with Chloe and her family. For Christ sakes it's Thanksgiving, not April Fools and the album is finished and she shouldn't be doing anything work related whatsoever and that includes conference meetings with an artist's manager.
Unable to believe that this was some kind of prank and is eagerly waiting for a "just kidding" text to come in from Cassidy, she received nothing but a phone call instead.
When answering the call and expecting Cassidy's cackles to echo through the other end when she admits it's all just one big fat joke, she can tell by the seriousness in her manager's tone that this situation is everything but a joke.
"Are you serious?" Beca can't help but raise her voice when hearing that the reason she has to fly back from a enjoyable vacation with her girlfriend is because pop star "Jojo" is a very busy girl and could only meet on fucking Thanksgiving, out of all the other days, according to her manager.
"I'm so sorry Bec. I know you're down in Tampa with Chloe and it's a holiday but you can't pass this up." Cassidy is trying to be cautious with her words, hoping to not push the wrong buttons but all this conversation is doing to Beca as she continues to talk about it is making her more upset.
"Why can't I just sign with another artist? One who actually spends vacations wisely with family and not ruining other people's weekends?" Beca spits into the phone and starts to pace around the room while the heightening anger only boils inside.
"Because you've already signed the contract and need to go over steps you want to take when producing her album and meet with the A&R." Beca huffs. That's not nearly a good enough reason to drop her plans and fly back to California. "The label can't afford nor wants to pocket out millions of dollars because you want to let an artist go, Beca. You're signed to Atlantic, Joanna signed the agreement contract and now you have to work with her."
Okay, that was a better reason but still, Beca didn't want to agree without a fight at least. "Why can't Atlantic hire another producer?"
"Have you not read the headlines under your name? You are THEE producer artists want to collab with. I heard rumors of Rihanna wanting to cut her contract with Def Jams to switch to Atlantic. You producing a comeback album for JoJo would be huge!"
Fucking Hell.
"I don't care about how big it is or how much I'm going to make. This isn't cool and indeed isn't fucking fair. I'm spending the Goddamn holiday with my girlfriend whom I have to basically cross my fingers everyday for a small chance to see her once every few months!" Beca hisses, venom lacing every word as her hands flail around to only add to her rage.
"I'm really sorry that this is happening but there's nothing I can do. I've already spoken to Roger for a chance to maybe schedule a different time but with the Billboard Music Awards coming up and the whole signed artist money issue, he has his hands tied around his back as well."
By this point, Beca is livid. She knows Cassidy has no other options and is just doing her job that she has been hired to do. Also, she understands that sometimes, especially in the music industry, things get tight. What she is most pissed about is being strung by a leash with her job when she hasn't even stayed a full twenty four hours in Tampa. Like seriously, this dilemma couldn't have came on Friday when it's not a holiday?
"Roger organized a jet that I just boarded to fly down to Tampa and pick you up. Then from there, we will immediately fly back up to Los Angeles, give you some time to get ready before your meeting at three." Not only does she have to leave Florida but she has to leave at midnight and travel without any sleep all the way back to California, seriously?
Beca halts her pacing and feels all the anger in her body start to deflate when she sees no way out of this one. Whether she likes it or not, this is her job and she has certain commitments that she signed up for to make. But even knowing that, it doesn't take away the feeling of being used by puppeteers, which happens to be her job and strung by the hand doing whatever they want when they please.
Agreeing to the orders of estimated time Cassidy will pick her up and sending her current location, she hangs up the phone, one hand dragging through her hair distraught and flops back onto the edge of Chloe's bed. This was suppose to be a relaxing, fun weekend spent with Chloe and now, she has to cut it short.
Footsteps are heard up the stairs and with that warning, Beca braces herself and tries her very best to force a weak smile despite the pain in her chest as she waits for Chloe's grand entrance.
"Are you stalling Ms. Mitchell?" When cautiously pushing open the cracked door, Chloe enters with her signature, cheeky smile that only seems to hurt Beca even more than how she already feels when usually it makes her feel warm and fuzzy inside. "Your s'more is no longer warm a gooey inside." And then Chloe pouts, batting her eyelashes and it tweaks something sharp inside Beca's heart.
Not able to respond right away, she kind of gets lost as she eyes Chloe head to toe and soaks in the true beauty of her girlfriend. She lost her fancy blouse and black jeggings that she wore to dinner and settled for a pair of grey sweats and a navy tank top. Already from the sun, her skin is a glimmering bronze and her still crimped hair looks more auburn than normal and oh my God how is Beca going to be able to leave this girl?
Must have been able to see right through Beca's facade, Chloe's smile curves downward into a frown before that puppy dog look of worry washes over her features and she's creeping up closer next to Beca who remains seated on the bed with her hands curled above her lap. "What's wrong, baby?"
And of course the pet name and how much Chloe truly cares about her well being crumbles the little strength Beca had left to keep a smile on her face while the added stress from her job plays its own part through Beca's tears, which come almost instantly when Chloe brings her in for a comforting hug.
Again, she just wishes, for once, things were easier for the both of them. But now, it only seems like things are getting harder.
As for someone who isn't familiar with the whole music industry, I hope you understand that everything mentioned may not be realistic, but I try! :)
Things are getting rocky for the two lovebirds and I'm here to tell you things will only get rockier...so there's that to look forward to! :D