Beca's POV

I walk down the creaky steps of the Bella's house, inhaling the scent of freshly brewed coffee. I turn the corner, finding myself in the kitchen, staring straight ahead at a beautiful red haired girl frying up something on the stove.

Chloe is facing away from me, yet somehow she knows it's me who is behind her. "Good morning, Becs," she says in a sing-songy voice, still slightly raspy from sleep.

"Morning. Hey, I was wondering…"

Chloe just hums in response.

"How do you always know it's me when I come down the stairs in the morning?"

"Well, for starters, you are the only Bella who literally groans while walking down the steps in the mornings. Also, you always come down at the same time everyday."

"You pay attention to what time I come downstairs everyday."

She pauses for a moment, and even though I cannot see her face, I know it is a bright red. "Well, I- umm…" she stumbles for a moment. "Not on purpose. It's just easy to pick up on a pattern like that I guess."

"Mmm Hmm," I respond, teasing her. I reach up and grab a coffee cup from the cabinet right above Chloe's head.

"Here," she says, pouring me some creamer. She gives me a small smile, then turns back to the eggs she's cooking up. I sit down at the island while I drink my coffee. I find myself staring at her while she cooks. She looks so...graceful. How does she look so perfect in everything she does?

My mind begins to wander, and I find myself thinking a thought I have come upon a few times before. Would Chloe and I make a good couple?

I mean, it's not like I'm truly considering it. And I'm not saying we should date. But in retrospect, we really would make a good couple. I mean, come on, we basically act like one anyways. We cuddle each other while watching TV, we hold hands in public, and we even give each other the occasional kiss on the cheek.

I snap back to reality when Chloe offers me breakfast.

Later that day, I decide to ask Stacy for advice...on Chloe. I tried asking Amy, but all she had to say was, "Fuck yeah. Go Bhloe!" She wasn't much help.

Even though Stacy is known for hooking up with people with no relationship or any real connection as a basis, she does know a lot about relationships.

I considered asking Aubrey for advice over the phone, but I can foresee how that conversation would play out. I would tell her about my confused feelings about Chloe, she'd be shocked, then she'd calm down, and then she would give me a thirty minute lecture on how she would make it her personal responsibility to rip out my vocal chords if I ever do anything to hurt Chloe.

I decide that Stacy is my better option.

I knock on Stacy's bedroom door. She invites me to sit down, and I awkwardly take a seat at the end of her bed. She seems distracted, doing something on her laptop, so I wait a moment for her to finish up what she's doing.

After a minute, she closes her laptop, sets it to the side, and asks, "So what's up, Becs?" She says the nickname with a smile, teasing both me and Chloe.

"You know I don't like it when people call me that," I say in a huffy voice, frowning a little and looking down.

"Oh come on, Beca. You know I'm only teasing you. I think it's cute that you let Chloe call you pet names."

"Umm, speaking of which, that's actually what I came here to talk to you about."

"Oh?" she responds, intrigued.

"Well, umm...I was wondering if you thought, maybe...gosh. This is harder than I thought it would be."

"Just tell me," she smiles.

"Okay...woulditbeaterribleideatoaskchloeout?"

"Woah, slow down."

I take a deep breath, then say it again, slower. "Would it be a terrible idea to ask Chloe out?"

"Oh my god. I thought I'd never live to see the day! Of course you should ask her out!"

"Okay...but I'm scared that if I do, I'd mess everything up. I don't want to ruin our friendship just because I stupidly had to go and catch feelings. I mean, I can't lose her. She is the most-"

"Beca. Slow down. You're not gonna mess things up."

"But what if-"

"No. Listen to me." She pauses a moment, then asks, "have you ever heard of Schrödinger's Cat?"

"Schrödinger...is that that one chick in our music theory class with the big eyes and small head?"

"No. That's Hannah Grosinger. Anyways, In 1935, Erwin Schrödinger, in an attempt to explain the Copenhagen interpretation of quantum physics, proposed an experiment where a cat is placed in a box with a sealed vial of poison that will break open at a random time. Now, since no one knows when or if the poison has been released, until the box is opened, the cat can be thought of as both alive and dead."

"Is...is that it? What the hell does this have to do with Chloe?! And where did you even learn this?!"

"Oh, I learned it in an episode of Big Bang Theory. It's that episode where-"

"Stacy! I don't care what episode of Big Bang Theory it was! Just tell me what this has to do with Chloe and I!

"Right. Well, just like Schrödinger's Cat, your potential relationship with Chloe right now can be thought of as both good and bad. It is only by opening the 'box' that you'll find out which it is."

"Okay...so you're saying...I should go out with Chloe?"

"Well, yes, but not exactly. What I'm saying is that, you can't know how your relationship with turn out until you have tired it. You have to open the box to figure out what you should do. So go get your girl, Beca. I think you will pleasantly surprised when you find that the cat is, in fact, still alive," she says with a wink.

"Thank you, Stacy. You're so good at giving advice," I smile. I stand up and make my way out of the bedroom. Right then and there, I decide that, once Chloe is home, I will 'open the box' as Stacy would say.

Chloe enters the house, looking drained, after her long day of interning at the local veterinary clinic. "I'm home," she yells throughout the house as she steps inside.

I walk to meet Chloe at the door, and smile when I see her looking as perfect as ever.

"Hey, Becs," she starts. "How has your day-"

"Wait, Chlo, before you start, I actually want to talk to you about something…"

"Oh, umm...okay...sure. Let me just set down my stuff. Meet you in the living room?"

"Right. Yeah, Sure, of course," I stumble. She smiles at me as I turn and head to the living room.

Minutes later, I see Chloe walking into the room holding a bottle of wine and two wine glasses. She sits down, setting down the bottle and glasses. She then proceeds to open the wine bottle. As she pours herself a glass, she asks, "What did you want to talk to me about?"

"Well I umm, I…" I begin to stumble and I suddenly feel overwhelmed with nerves. Chloe, being the kind person she is, places her hand on my thigh and says, "It's okay, Becs. You can tell me anything. I would never judge you. Not in a million years."

I feel slightly better knowing this, but I still refuse to look up. Instead, Chloe reaches her other hand up and tilts my chin up, forcing me to look her in the eyes. I realize just how close our faces are. I can feel her hot breath on my lips.

I feel my throat become dry, and I know that if I try to speak, my voice will catch. I decide to just stay silent and stare into her ocean blue eyes for a moment, letting their beauty comfort me like they always have.

Without realizing it, my eyes wander down to find her full, pink lips. I don't notice her doing to same. Unknowingly, I begin to lean closer and closer to her, and eventually, our lips brush against each other's. A rush of adrenaline streams through my body, and I can't help but shiver at the contact.

It then hits me what is happening, and it causes me to freeze. I don't know what to do, and panic is setting in. Typically, in these types of situations I look to Chloe for help. So, I decide to search for her eyes, but find that they are closed. She looks so peaceful- so content. She has a perfect smile on her lips, and I then realize, she waiting for me to do it again.

I take a deep breath through my nose, and I lean in again, but this time, with more confidence. Instead of a light brush, our lip actually make full contact. Pure ecstasy rushes through my body in a giant wave, and I almost feel like crying. The kiss lasts for a few moments- sweet and innocent; it is a very tender kiss. We both pull away slowly, and gradually, blink our eyes open.

I look into her eyes once again, and find them glossed over with tears. She takes my hands in hers and whispers to me, "I have been waiting so long for that to happen."

I smile so big, feeling as if this is the best moment of my life. Knowing that it probably is, I do my best to savor the moment. I take in every detail of Chloe's face, trying desperately to memorize every inch of it. I take in every slight curve, every little freckle, everything little detail I possibly can.

I whisper without thinking, "well I guess the cat's alive."

This causes Chloe to be taken aback slightly. She chuckles, then asks, "what?"

"Oh, umm...I didn't mean to say that…and it's a long story…"

"You're such a weirdo," she smiles.

"Yeah, but I'm your weirdo, right?"

"Well I sure hope so. I mean, after that kiss, you better believe that I'm sticking around for some more of that," she winks.