A/N: My dearest readers.. Before we start, I'd like to thank my 'editor' and very very good friend; mallowupsidedown, for editing this chapter. If it wasn't for her, it wouldn't be this good :) From now on, she'll be editing the next chapters and I am really grateful for that! A big bear hug ;)
Also.. Ive gotten a few messages from readers, impatiently asking for an update. I'm sorry for taking so long this time, but im trying to get better at this. As you all know, its my first fic, and I'd rather take long and make a great chapter than rush it and screw it up.. Anyway, enough of that..
I present to you, chapter 8! Enjoy :)
Have you ever felt like you were doing just fine, accepting everything that life has to offer you, simply living every second of your life with a smile on your face? It's like being the number zero in the number line. Zero is not positive, nor is it negative... it's just neutral. Then someone, out of the blue, just comes into your... not-so-boring-yet-not-so-exciting life and they change everything. Their smile becomes the reason for your breath. Their life becomes the reason for your heartbeat. Their happiness becomes your lifelong mission. Everything changes, in a snap, just like that. Everything... because of that one single person.
At first, you're excited. It's like having your very first ice cream on a hot summer day, it's simple yet very pleasurable. It makes you want to return the favour. It makes you want to do things you never imagine you could do. You want to give them all of you, whatever you have, just to make them feel how they make you feel.
But then you realize that you can't. You couldn't. Deep down inside, you know it's not fair for either of you. So suddenly, you feel hopeless, devastated, broken, and defeated. The worst part is, you know deep down that you can't do anything about it, that you just have to move on and live with it.
….
Beca got up from the couch and weakly walked towards her room. Jesse remained standing outside his own door, observing his best friend as he held onto the rose that Chloe gave him.
"You love her, don't you?" he suddenly asked, shifting his gaze to the rose then back to Beca.
The brunette stopped walking, not turning around to hide her watery eyes. She's not letting any tear escape from her eyes, not when she can help it... especially not when she's with Jesse. She got herself together and internally sighed. "No." she replied curtly.
"Yes, you do. You love her." Jesse spat. He knows her too well. They've been best friends for a long time after all.
"I don't love her!" Beca raised her voice. She enunciated those words firmly as if it would somehow turn into her reality and that it would convince Jesse. She stared blankly at the door in front of her, still fighting off those tears.
Jesse slowly walked towards the woman, grabbing her wrist and holding it up to untangle her crossed fingers. Something she always did when she lied. "I'm your best friend, you can't lie to me." he softly said as he looked at her with such sympathy in his eyes.
Beca finally turned around to face him. A tear was slowly running down her cheek as she looked into her best friend's eyes. "What do you want me to do? Tell her the truth?!" She demanded with a quiver in her voice. Another tear escaped. "When you can't even fully accept the truth after knowing everything, how do you think Chloe will bear it?" She looked at him with bloodshot eyes and waited for a response. When Jesse didn't say anything, Beca freed herself from his grip and took a few steps back, taking in a few deep breaths. "What am I supposed to do, Jess? What do I tell her?" She needed answers.
Jesse didn't respond. What was he supposed to say? He stared at his best friend, not bothering to fight back the tears escaping from his eyes. His heart broke seeing the pain in the eyes of the usually happy and confident woman.
"How would I tell her that... for the first time in my life, for the first goddamn time, this heart is beating for someone?" Beca snickered to herself. "For the first time, this heart is breathing someone's name. For the first time, my heart has loved someone." She trailed off and took a deep breath. She sobbed, pressing her hand on her chest. "How do I fucking tell her that- Chloe, the love from this heart is very strong, but the heart itself is too weak..? How can I give her my weak heart, Jess?" She looked at him with confusion displaying on her face. She whimpered. "How do I tell her that the woman on the picture is actually not my wife, but my friend and my doctor who is almost killing herself day and night, just to keep me alive?" She paused. She can see Jesse flinching a little at her last words. "Just to keep me alive for a few more days, daamnit!" she cursed, punching against the wall. She stayed still, fist attached to the white wall. Anger was spreading all over her body that she somehow needed to release some of it. She didn't bother herself with the pain coming from the surface of her knuckles. She didn't care that her hand could've been bleeding after she forcefully punched the wall. This is nothing compared to the other pain she's feeling somewhere else. "I'm dying, Jesse." The sound of defeat was louder than her voice.
"No!" Jesse exclaimed at her with pain evident in his voice. "No, that is not true." he protested. He took a step forward in her direction. "Stacie said that a heart transplant is possible… After that, everything will be alright." He tried so hard to sound so steady. This is one of those moments that he has to be the stronger one between the two of them.
Beca turned around and took a few steps towards Jesse. "Who are you kidding, Jesse?" She laughed a little against her tears. "There are tons of other people on the waiting list before me."
"No! You're not going to die. There must be another way." He shook his head and cried. Too much for being strong, Jesse, he thought to himself as he looked down to his feet.
"I'm your best friend, you can't lie to me." Beca said as she tried to rub Jesse's arm to comfort him. "Now please, stop crying. If you become weak, who is going to keep me strong?" She tried to force a smile as she gently rubbed the tear off his cheek.
Jesse quickly wiped his tears with the back of his hand. He looked at her and smiled lopsidedly. She's right. He needs to be her wonder wall. He needs to be strong enough for her to lean on. He cleared his throat and tried to speak. "I can hide my tears, but will you be able to hide your love?"
The brunette sighed sadly then slowly shook her head. "It's not a love intended for me anymore." She looked down at her bruised hand. Funny how she doesn't feel any pain as she touched the wounds in her knuckles. "That kind of love is better off with someone who can keep it. It's meant for someone deserving of it." She stated matter-of-factly. "I just have to help it reach its right destination, that's my only dream now." She smiled to herself and looked at Jesse, even if she felt a pang in her heart as she said it.
Beca has to make sure that the love of her life will be in good hands after she passes away. She has to make sure that someone would take care of Chloe and love her until the very end. And that person is Aubrey. Her very last dream is to get Chloe to open her heart for her best friend. She just has to.
….
"Stacie, I want to ask you something." Beca said as she sat down on her porch next to the taller woman and handing over a cup of coffee.
"Thanks." Stacie smiled lightly. "Shoot."
"Tell me the truth, how much time do I have?" she asked keeping her cool as she sipped her own cup of coffee.
Stacie's smile fell. "Uhm.. Beca.. You know.. Uhm.." she struggled with her words as she tried to look at her surroundings, anything but Beca's eyes.
Beca laughed at the older woman's babbling. "How do you make that funny face? I've tried so many times to copy it. Is it a special skill made only for doctors?"
Stacie rolled her eyes. "Beca, be serious." This time she looked at her. As much as she wants to be honest, it also killed her inside when Beca asked such difficult question.
"Okay, sorry. I'm serious." Beca said, taking another sip from her coffee.
"What did you tell Chloe?" The older woman curiously asked.
"What's there to tell?" Beca shrugged. "She has this mentality that whenever she loves someone, they eventually leave her. It happened to her before, I don't want to do it to her again. If I leave her too, she might go insane." She took another sip from her coffee and smirked before she continued. "She's halfway there though. You know the effect I have on girls. I'm so sexy, it drives them crazy." She snorted a little.
Stacie shook her head with a smile. "Yeah, right. Why didn't it work on me then?" She raised her eyebrow at her.
"That's because you're tall. It takes a longer time for my appeal to reach your brains." The smaller brunette chuckled, throwing an arm around the other woman.
Stacie laughed lightly, taking a sip from her coffee before dropping her head on Beca's shoulder. "You really love her, don't you?"
As much as Beca wanted to deny it, she couldn't. She just couldn't. Stacie's one of her closest friends after all. "I do." It was almost a whisper.
"I can't believe it. I've known you for so many years, but I've never seen you like this. How did you manage that?" Stacie squinched her eyes.
"It's kind of strange, actually." She began. "All my life, I ran away from love. And now; when my life is running away from me, I have bumped into love." She twisted her lip. Beca took a deep breath and let out a sigh. "So, tell me the truth. Do I really have a little time? Can't anything be done?"
Stacie sat back up, looking down at her hand as she started to fidget at her bracelet. She tried to compose herself. She wanted to choose the right words to say to her. "Beca.. I .. You know, as soon as you get a donor.. It should. I.." She stammered.
"There's that funny face again." Beca laughed.
"Beca, it's really not funny!" her brows furrowed.
"I know, I know. Don't get mad, just give me a hug." Beca grinned, opening her arms.
"No." Stacie said. She can't understand how this does not seem to bother the small brunette after all. How she can still joke about it.
"Oh, come on. I want a long hug from a long lady." Beca winked and motioned Stacie to get inside her chicken arms.
The doctor rolled her eyes and a smile found its way to her lips as she leaned over to throw her arms around the tiny woman.
"Is it already having any effect? Is my appeal making any progress?" Beca chuckled, as she earned a poke on her side, making the other woman laugh.
…..
Meanwhile, as it was a season of heartbeats on one end; it was a season of heartbreaks on the other end. One of those is Chloe's heart. She was looking through her window, sadness painted all over her face. She has been watching the two women laugh together as a tear ran over her face. This is really a painful view, she thought to herself but somehow she couldn't get her eyes off the tiny brunette. When she saw them hug, she slowly pulled down the curtain, moved over to her bed and curled herself into a ball, closing her eyes.
…..
Another heart break was Aubrey's. She hadn't spoken to Chloe since the day the redhead told her she loved Beca. She's not sure if she'd want to know what happened with those two after Chloe left her to confess her love to her neighbour. The blonde couldn't even seek love from her dog, because even Bumper had found itself a partner. At least, Bumper's love life is in full bloom, she thought.
But the greatest of all the heartbreaks was…
"He doesn't love me, Chloe!" Amy bawled. With such huge body comes such a loud cry.
"Amy, don't cry. Relax. Everything will be alright." Chloe tried to comfort her friend.
"He doesn't love me!" Amy repeated loudly while sobbing. "He says he's confused. That bloody idiot..." And yet, another bawl.
Chloe watched her as she cried louder and louder. When Amy seemed to calm down a little, she softly told her, "I don't really blame him."
Amy shot a sharp look at the redhead. "How rude is that?!"
The scary look on Amy's eyes made Chloe wish she hadn't said anything. "I'm sorry. Please continue." Chloe put an arm around the big blonde.
"He wants to leave for London to join some folk style group!" More bawling.
"Folk style group?" The redhead seemed confused.
"Yes. And do you know the name of the freakin' group he's leaving me for? 'Forget Movies, Watch Us'. What kind of a lame name is that?" She continued to cry more, looking at her friend who wasn't really paying her any attention. "Tissue!" she demanded.
Chloe snapped out of her own little word, taking a tissue out of its box and handing it over to her friend.
"Thank you." Amy sobbed.
And the heartbreaks continue, the redhead thought.
….
Chloe walked into the store where she had bought her red dress from. The one she wore when she had decided to tell her first love about her feelings, only to hear that she was married. The redhead walked towards the cashier when she accidentally bumped into a blonde woman who was heading in the same direction.
"I'm sorry I wasn't…. " The blonde cut herself off when she saw who was standing in front of her. "Hey! What are you doing here?"
"Hi, Bree. I'm returning this red dress." Chloe replied, taking the dress out of its bag and holding it up. "It's not really my colour." She added, putting it back. "What are you doing here?"
Aubrey held up the red blouse. "Not my colour either."
As Chloe glanced at the blouse, their conversation from last time played over in their minds.
Nice place.
Nice dress.
Nice blouse.
"Anyway," Aubrey broke the silence. "How did things go with Beca? Did you tell her?" She's not sure if she really wants to know this but she is her best friend after all.
Chloe looked down at her hands, taking a deep breath before she looked back up. "Can we talk about that somewhere else?"
The blonde nodded. "Sure. Let's return these clothes, then we can grab some lunch."
….
"Wait...What? She's married?" Aubrey frowned at the news, putting down the fork she was nervously picking at her food with. "Why didn't you tell me before?"
"If I knew that before, would I have let myself fall in love?" Chloe sighed weakly.
"Right." The blonde bit her lower lip. "And now?"
"Now what?" Chloe let out a breath. "At first I couldn't fall in love.. . now I can't fall out of it." She stared into an empty space, cursing internally. "But I have to. I really have to. Or else, me and my heart will just get broken over and over again."
Aubrey put her hand on top of hers and squeezed it gently. "You will never be alone. I am always here for you, you know that, right?" She assured her.
The redhead smiled, "Why are you being so nice to me?", and looked at her eyes fondly.
"Well, I'm naturally a nice person." Aubrey smirked. "If you had just loved me instead, I wouldn't have broken your heart." She was just kidding, but jokes are half meant after all.
The redhead shook her head, laughing.
"See, that's the problem with you." The blonde remarked. "You never take me seriously." She tried to keep her voice steady hoping it's getting into Chloe.
"When are you ever serious, anyway?" Chloe pointed out, still laughing a little.
"Right now." Aubrey admitted with all the seriousness she can muster.
"You don't really mean that."
"Not at all." She took it back. The blonde smiled briefly as she kept staring at the other woman.
Chloe scowled and looked down at her plate as she picked at her food. She's not really eating it, she's playing with it. When she looked back up, she noticed that the blonde was still staring at her. The redhead stopped the movements with her fork and raised a questioning eyebrow.
"Do you think that you will ever fall in love again?" Aubrey blurted out.
Chloe couldn't answer. She looked back at her plate and started picking at her food again. Her silence spoke for her. It was enough for Aubrey to realize that her first true love would never love her back. It had to be forgotten.
But how?
It's not that easy. Nobody forgets about their first true love.
….
"You can't just forget about your first love. You can never forget her!" Beca snapped through the phone. "I will not allow you to. Listen Aubrey, if you don't call me back, I will, I will do something. Please, just call me back!"
Aubrey stared in awe at her phone after listening to her voicemail. She had texted the brunette about her conversation with Chloe earlier. The blonde didn't really feel like talking to Beca right now, but she still needed someone to talk to. She thought for a moment while scanning through her phone. She dialled a number and held the phone back to her ear.
"Hi, sweetheart. What's up?" A strong voice answered.
"Hi dad, nothing much. Just wanted to hear your voice." She let out a soft sigh.
"It's nice to hear yours as well. When are you coming home? We've been missing you."
"I don't know." Aubrey thought for a moment before speaking again. "Tomorrow will do."
Spending the weekend in Connecticut, her birthplace and her parents' hometown, could help the blonde set her mind off of these things. Brilliant idea, Posen.
….
After almost 2 hours of driving, Aubrey pulled up in front of a big white house with ivy covered walls, surrounded by grass fields and trees. She got out of her car, looking around her, taking in the surroundings. The clear blue sky, the smell of the freshly mowed grass, the warmth of the sun shining down on her skin. She took off her sunglasses and smiled to herself. "Home sweet home." She muttered as she walked over to the front door and rang the bell.
A few moments later, a tall man with brown and greyish hair opened the door, smiling widely at the sight of his daughter. He opened his arms and pulled her into a giant hug. "Welcome home!"
A pile of blonde hair appeared behind him. "Honey, I've missed you!" Mrs. Posen squealed happily, pulling Aubrey away from her husband and hugging her tightly.
"I've missed you guys too." Aubrey grinned widely to the both of them.
Mr. Posen closed the door and followed the two women into the living room.
After a few hours of business talk and catching up, Aubrey and Mrs. Posen went into the kitchen to prepare dinner.
"So, a woman huh?" Mrs. Posen asked while cutting some vegetables. "What's her name?"
"Doesn't matter, it's not even mutual." Aubrey sighed, leaning against the counter.
"Honey, you can't expect her to love you back just like that. Don't give up so soon, give her some time." The older woman smiled.
"I don't know, mom. I don't want to ruin our friendship."
"You'll need to try, sweetheart even if it won't work in the end. If she's a good friend, like you say she is, she will understand." Her mother encouraged, putting the knife down and walked over to her daughter, taking her hands into hers and squeezing them gently. "So, what's her name?"
Aubrey looked down at their hands and took a deep breath before she looked up into her mother's green eyes. "It's Chloe."
"Chloe?" Mrs. Posen frowned. "Your best friend from MBA classes?"
The younger blonde nodded. "Yup, that would be her."
….
Chloe came back home after her lunch with Amy. She took some letters out of the mailbox and scanned through them as she opened the front door. She bumped her butt against the door to shut it behind her, keeping her eyes on the letters.
"Mom! What are these private & confidential letters all the time?" She yelled as she kicked off her shoes and walked into the living room. She suddenly stopped when she saw a new face sitting on their couch. A young, dark haired man, glancing down at his hands.
Jennifer approached her daughter and took the letter out of her hands, whispering a soft "Best of luck." to her before disappearing into her room again.
Chloe frowned as Iris walked up to her. "This is Chloe." She introduced her granddaughter happily, making the guy look up, revealing his hazel eyes.
He nodded briefly. "I'm Rick." He said with a shy smile.
Chloe conjured a fake smile as she turned to her grandmother. "Grams, I need to speak to you about something, can you please come to the kitchen with me?"
"Of course." Iris smiled, turning her head to the man. "Enjoy your coffee, I'll be right back."
Once in the kitchen, Chloe grabbed her grandmother's arm and turned her around to face her. "What's this?" She asked sternly.
"What do you mean?"
"What is he doing here?"
Iris grinned widely. "Oh, he's here to get married."
"Oh wow, congratulations. Why don't you two get married then?" She said sarcastically, earning herself a slap on her shoulder.
Jennifer got out of her room and approached the two women. "Shhh, he can hear everything in there."
"I don't care." Chloe snapped. "Tell him to leave."
"Why should he leave?" Iris complained. "You are 25 years old already. If you don't get married soon, what will our community say?" Iris looked at her granddaughter like she's ashamed of her.
"To hell with what your community says or what you think! I'm not interested in getting married!" Chloe yelled at the older woman, her eyes protruding in disbelief with what her grandmother is asking her to do.
"But why not?!"
Chloe rolled her eyes. "If you are so interested in marriage, why don't you get married yourself?!" she spatted a little disrespectfully.
Iris' jaw dropped as she turned to her daughter-in-law. "Do you see how rude your daughter is? It's all because of you!" she accused. The old woman raised her finger. "If you were not too busy running that stupid restaurant of yours, you wouldn't have forgotten your duties as a mother."
Jennifer scowled. "I definitely remember my duties as a mother!" her face inched closer to her mother-in-law. "In fact, you're the one who's forgetting that besides being a mother, I also took the duties of being their father..!"
"And whose fault is that?!" Iris shot back as she glared at Jennifer. The two looked at each other in disgust.
"Just stop it!" Chloe yelled angrily and the two separated to move in opposite directions. She composed herself as she tried to find the words to say to these two older women who seemed less mature than she is. "How can you talk about duties?" She pointed at her grandmother. "Isn't it the duty of the family to develop love for each other?" Iris stared blankly on the sink next to her not responding to her granddaughter's question. "Children in other families have grown up watching love, experiencing it, sharing it, while what we have only seen from you is your hatred." she stated with all honesty and feeling something roll over her cheeks. "After dad's death, there hasn't been a single day that the two of you didn't fight." She looked at her mother quickly who was looking down at her crossed arm, then looked back to her grandmother. "Who would want a bond with this broken family? Who would want to marry someone like me?" She quickly wiped her tears away and walked back into the living room.
She went directly to the young man who was sitting on the couch and stood up in front of him with crossed arms. "So, do you want to get married into this family?" She spat at the guy, making him frown. He looked at her with fear in his eyes. "Bad idea! We are all crazy in here, and we will drive you crazy too! Why don't you save yourself from all this craziness and go home!" She exclaimed before turning around and rushing out of the front door with Jennifer following her.
…..
Chloe sat down on a bench in Central Park, tears spilling over her face. The wind softly brushed through her hair as she listened to the wave sounds coming from the canal past the park. Her mother slowly approached her, putting her hand on her daughter's shoulder. She stroked her gently to make her feel she's there for her. "You love Beca, but she's married." She said softly. "Why did you let yourself fall in love, Chloe?" Jennifer looked at her daughter with eyes full of concern.
"Don't be silly, mom." She sobbed. "If I had known earlier, would I have let myself fall in love?"
Jennifer shook her head. "No, maybe not." She took some time before speaking up again. "But now that you know she's taken, you still love her."
Chloe pondered for a moment. "Yeah, I still do. We can't really choose who we fall in love with, can we? It just happens."
A sob escaped her mother's lips.
Chloe turned her head to her mother, quite surprised. "Now, why are you crying?"
"Because I know you very well." the older woman replied trying to stop her tears. "You will never be able to take this rejection. You will be too afraid to take a chance on love again. You will never seek for happiness again. You will be all alone- just like me." She cried, more for her daughter than for herself.
"Yes." Chloe answered in agreement, taking in the truth that her mother just said.
"What do you mean 'yes'? How can you agree with me?!" Jennifer sobbed as she looked at her daughter in disbelief. "You should be consoling me, you should be telling me; "No mom, I will be happy, I will love again."
"How can I console?" Chloe asked, wiping a tear away as another one escaped from her eyes. "I love her, mom. I really love her." She cried, burying her face into her hands. "She harasses me, makes fun of me, she annoyingly follows me wherever I go, and she eavesdrops on everyone's conversations. Despite all that, I still love her." She looked back up to her mother with confusion seeping into her mind. "Why do I love her, mom? Why is this happening to me? I can't take any more pain. It's too much. Don't I deserve to be loved at all?" and her voice broke at her last question.
Jennifer's heart sunk at the state of her daughter as she reached over and stroke through her hair. A part of her somehow blames herself for the way Chloe seems to unwelcome love and happiness. She held her gently and lovingly. "Everything will be alright, Chloe." She assured her daughter. "Someone once told me that, everything will be okay in the end. If it's not okay, then it's not the yet end. You will love again. I know it."
Chloe smiled faintly in between tears. "Isn't it funny how much love hurts, but we still run to it?"
"As much as it hurts, we would be nothing without it." Jennifer said softly. She kept holding her daughter until she calmed down. She kissed her temple and bumped their foreheads together, "Come on, Chloe. Let's go home."
….
After the weekend, Aubrey came home to a whole bunch of voicemails and texts from Beca. She had left her phone at home so she could spend all her time with her family.
She sat down on her couch and went through the messages, but didn't bother to listen to her voicemails. Instead, she decided to call Beca directly.
"Where have you been, I left you so many messages?" Beca immediately said as she picked up the phone.
"I was in Connecticut, visiting my parents." Aubrey replied. "I left my phone at home, but I'm back now. If you want to talk, you can come over."
"Oh, I'll be there in 5 minutes." Beca said eagerly before ending the call.
Aubrey sighed and put her phone away. She got up and went to the kitchen to make herself some tea. She walked over to the kettle and turned it on for it to heat up. She got back inside and turned on the TV while she waited for the water to boil. Aubrey skipped through the channels, not a single show catching her attention. A few minutes later, she got up and went back to the kitchen to take a cup out of the cabinet. She poured the boiled water into the cup and put a cherry flavoured tea-bag into the hot water. She was about to walk back to the living room when she heard loud, impatient knock on the door. Someone's so eager, she thought knowing who exactly is on the other side of the door. She sighed and quickly put her cup on the table, making her way to the door and opening it.
Beca pushed the blonde away and walked in without waiting for an invitation. "How can you let go of Chloe this easily?" she spewed.
"Oh, hello to you too, Beca! Why don't you come in?" Aubrey said sarcastically.
"I asked you something!" Beca snapped.
"Well, let me tell you wonderful a story." Aubrey closed the door and moved over to the living room to sit down on the couch. She started, "Once upon a time there was a girl named Aubrey. Now, Aubrey has a best friend named Chloe. Chloe has a new neighbour named Beca. Aubrey loves Chloe. Chloe doesn't love Aubrey. She loves Beca. But Beca tells Aubrey that she shouldn't let go of Chloe so easily. So basically, Beca is fuckin' insane!" The blonde exclaimed with a stern face.
"I'm not insane. Your brain has just been displaced somewhere else." Beca replied matter-of-factly. "Chloe doesn't love me. She just thinks that she does."
"She thinks?" Aubrey laughed dryly. "Now what does 'she thinks' supposed to mean?"
Beca rattled her tongue. "I'm a new entry in her life." She explained. "I just made her laugh and smile a little, and then she thought she fell in love with me. You, on the other hand, you have known her for a year already. She just takes you for granted and doesn't appreciate you that much when she should be." Beca sat down next to the blonde. "Now, just forget all this friendship nonsense and show her some love, dude."
Aubrey made a face and shook her head.
"You haven't even tried yet. Whether she says yes or no, is up to her. But at least give her a choice. Put yourself out there and show her that she would be a fool not to love you back." The brunette encouraged.
Aubrey thought for a while and let out a sigh. "Maybe you're right."
"Of course I'm right!" Beca smiled wide, somehow satisfied that she was able to knock some sense out of Aubrey. "I mean, we're talking about Chloe here. Her beautiful eyes,"
"Her lovely smile," Aubrey added as she smiled at the thought of Chloe's infectious smile.
"Her fury," Beca continued.
"Her love," Aubrey added again.
"Her hair, when she ties them up like this." Beca used her hands to hold her hair up.
"Actually, I like her hair more when it's let down." Aubrey said.
They both stared into empty space as they kept repeating Chloe's name over and over again.
Aubrey suddenly snapped out of her thoughts and turned to Beca. "Hold on, why do you also keep repeating her name?" she eyed her suspiciously.
"I'm just encouraging you. Remember, I'm married!" Beca lied.
"And what if you weren't?" Aubrey asked curiously.
"Then I would never let go of her, I'm not an idiot like you." Beca answered and wickedly grinned at Aubrey. "It's Chloe freaking Beale."
"You're right. Now what should I do?" Aubrey asked worriedly.
"You're not going to do anything." Beca smirked. "I am going to do whatever has to be done. Leave it all to me. You just have to do as I say. I have a plan." She stated seriously.
"What's your plan?" Aubrey asked excitedly.
Beca held up 6 of her fingers. "Let's call it Operation: Six days, Girl in your face." She winked.