Author's Note: A friend shared this thing on facebook that described what true happiness is, and when I saw it I just knew I had to give it form in some way. Hope you like it, and hope you all enjoy Pitch Perfect 2. FSM only knows when I'll be seeing it, but that's ok, from what I've read I'm happy living in my 'Bloe' bubble, denying Besse (as it should truly be called because why does that punk deserve top billing?) exists. So, enjoy this little ABC drabble. It's unbetaed, partially because I was pissing off Smeg a little last night. It's a long story regarding something we're not ready to talk about yet. Anyway, I've got stuff to do now, see ya when I see ya. As usual, I don't own the movie because if I did Beca and Chloe would most certainly be a thing as would Stacie and Aubrey.
Aubrey woke and glanced at the clock. It showed the time as 3 AM. As she moved, she felt the warm body behind her. She very carefully turned to study the redhead's face. Chloe had never looked more beautiful than she did at this very moment, fast asleep, with Beca curled up behind her, no room at all between the two of them. It's quite obvious that they're both perfectly content. Not that Aubrey could blame them, things had been going incredibly well. They had won nationals. She and Chloe had completed their undergrad work at Barden and would be starting their graduate work in the fall. None of that mattered though, as the three of them were spending the month in Chloe's family's beach house in Florida. None of them had a care in the world. All that mattered was the here and now. Aubrey very delicately kissed first Beca then Chloe before turning back around to settle into Chloe. Aubrey was grinning, never before had she experienced such a perfect moment. As she started to drift back to sleep, she felt an arm slip around her waist. She knew in that moment if she lived to be a thousand years old, few moments would top this one.