Hey guys, I just wanted to apologize for not updating in so long. I'm also sorry this one is absolute shit. This summer has just been so exhausting and I just can't seem to get in the writing mood. I have been experiencing some serious writers block lately. I just really needed to write something- anything- and just publish it. So sorry this oneshot is terrible, but hopefully once school starts up again, I'll get back in the mood. Thanks guys! Xoxo :)

-Sam

Beca's POV

Chloe leans in slightly, smiling with a goofy grin. Her eyes sparkle in the dim light of the night club we are currently at, her hair slightly astray.

"Yerrr face looooks...funny," she giggles, slurring her words.

"Chlo, I think you're just drunk," I laugh.

"No," she drags out, "I'm not drunk at all, you're just blurry."

"Okay, whatever you say. How about we get you a water?"
"Aww, yerrr sucha softie," she says as she follows me back to the bar, stumbling over her own feet. She pokes my side with her pointer finger, "Yerrr tryna take care of MEEEEE."

"Mmm Hmm," I say, flagging down the bartender.

I get Chloe a small water, encouraging her to drink it. She tries to resist, insisting that she doesn't need it and that she's not drunk. I tell her that if she drinks all of the water, I will cuddle with her tonight at home.

She drank all of the water immediately.

When she finishes the last sip, she puts the glass down on the tabletop with a thud, grabbing my hand and pulling us out onto the dance floor.

I decide to just go along with it, letting Chloe take the lead. When she grabs my hands and places them on her hips as Titanium comes on, though, I can't help but tense up.

Even intoxicated, Chloe picks up on this.

"Hey," she smiles.

I stop averting eye contact and look her straight in those beautiful oceans of eyes she has. "Hi."

"Relax, Becs. It's just me."

Easy for you to say, I think. "Just me" is referring to the most sexy and attractive person I have ever met. How is that supposed to relax me. But I understand what she's getting at. It's Chloe. Chloe is my best friend of three, almost four years. There is no reason for me to be tense in this moment. Titanium is just a song that we share as best friends, nothing else.

I nod at her, giving her a tight smile.

As the song progresses, I do eventually loosen up. Chloe and I hold eye contact throughout the song, just smiling at eachother. I take notice of her eyes. Because she is drunk, her eyelids are droopy- almost tired looking. She has a goofy- but beautiful- grin on her face. I can't help but chuckle under my breath at how absolutely beautiful Chloe is.

I wonder what Chloe is thinking about right now, I think to myself as she stares at me with what seems to be complete and utter admiration. That makes absolutely no sense, though. Why would Chloe- someone as beautiful as that- stare at me with those eyes. I decide to pass it off as "oh, she's just drunk." It would be nice to believe that she returns my feelings that I share with her. It's nice feeling that small spark of hope. Maybe one day, I think to myself.

As I think this, I notice how the song is coming to its climax, and I notice how close Chloe is standing to me. Her lips are scarily close to mine, as our faces are just inches apart. I feel her arms around my waist, and take note of how my hands have ended up around Chloe's neck. When did I place them there? It doesn't matter though, because in this moment it's perfect.

The song has almost climaxed, when I begin to feeling Chloe's soft breath on my lips. Is she getting closer to me?

I then realize just how close she is to my face when she bumps her nose into mine. She whispers something inaudible to me, and as the song is seconds away from approaching the final high E, I feel her lips just barely brush against mine.

And then her lips are fully in contact with mine.

As my mind races, trying to find some reason for this, I decide to just not think and enjoy this moment. This is probably just a one time thing, and I need to act now, think later.

As she begins to get more and more into it, and I begin to relax into the kiss, noticing how different this is from kissing Jesse- how right it feels- it hits me:

Chloe is drunk. Female best friends do this all the time when drunk. And then I think, Chloe is drunk, and I'm letting her kiss me. She probably won't remember this. And I'm kissing back. Am I taking advantage of her drunken state? Will Chloe feel dirty and ashamed after this?

As these thoughts race through my mind, I suddenly pull away. Chloe looks immediately hurt- almost like a puppy that was just kicked.

"Chloe, we can't do this. You will regret it tomorrow. And you're drunk."

To my surprise, Chloe suddenly looks angry. A wave of shock rushes over me as Chloe turns on her heels and begins to book it out of the club, towards the door.

"Chloe?" I ask, stunned. I can't seem to move in enough time because of my state of shock. But after a moment, I begin to chase after her.

I call out her name as I pick up speed, and as we both exit the building I see her begin to run.

"CHLOE! STOP RUNNING! YOU'RE GONNA GET HURT! CHLOE!" I begin to yell after her, also starting to run.

As we continue to run down the sidewalk, she suddenly stops, and without turning around to face me, she yells, "WELL WHY WOULD YOU CARE?!"

I take about ten more large steps to land right behind her, and angrily spit out, "What?! What do you mean?! I was trying to protect you back there! Are you seriously mad about that?!"

She suddenly whips around, angry tears streaming down her face rapidly. Her makeup begins to streak down her cheeks.

"Okay, Beca," she begins angrily, "then tell me exactly what you were trying to protect me from, huh?! Nothing. You were doing it for yourself. And I'm sorry Beca. I'm sorry I kissed you, okay. Is that what you want to hear?! But you can't fucking lead someone on like that and then just pull away abruptly."

"Lead someone on?! How was Ieading you on?!"

"You know what, forget it! Fuck you. I'll get home by myself.

"No! You're not gonna do that! You're not just gonna leave like that!" I feel myself begin to cry. "You can't just walk away like my mom did."

I start to chase after her once more, catching up to her easier this time. I grab her wrist, and whip her around, pulling her into an abrupt and forceful kiss. It's not nearly as tender as our kiss in the club, but I hope it gets my point across.

At first, Chloe tries to pull away, put I keep a firm grip on her, and after a moment, she gives in and starts to kiss back.

We makeout for what seems like forever, in the middle of the streets of Atlanta. I'll admit, not the smartest thing to do, considering all of the homophobia around, but right now, I don't even care. Let them stare. They can even shout out at us, because all that matters right now is Chloe, and the fact that she is currently clinging to me as we kiss.

As we both begin to slowly, and reluctantly pull away, we rest our heads against each others.

For a few moments, neither of us say anything. We merely just smile at one another, reveling in the moment.

"Hey," I say in a breathy voice.

"Hi," she giggles slightly.

"I love you," I say, without even realizing what I'm saying before it's out of my mouth.

"What?"

I swallow, then repeat, "I love you."

She closes her eyes for a moment, processing everything that just happened. She opens her eyes after a moment with them now glazed over with tears, and says, "I love you, too." Her voice catches in the middle of the sentence, and that's how I know she really means it.

She's not just saying it to make me happy.

She's not just saying it because she's drunk.

She's saying it because she's Chloe and she means every word of that sentence.