A/N: I finally got it down on paper! This is going to be a... long one shot/short story so to speak. So that's why I am calling it a trilogy cause I will probably not be able to fill more than three chapters ;P Haha. Well well... The writing style is a bit different. Its from Beca's perspective, just something new I wanted to try out. I don't really have much more to say. I am just so very grateful that so many people actually read my stories ^^ It has been a big help! So thanks for staying put ;) Please enjoy ^^
Beca got into the bus with the bag she was half carrying, half dragging behind her. She looked around to see if there were any seats left. To her disappointment, there weren't any.
I sighed. My eyes caught the ginger leaning against one of the poles; one hand wrapped around it. For some kind of reason this woman intrigued me, and I didn't know why. I walked over to her, took one glance at her to realise she was also staring at me. I averted my gaze, feeling a flush on my cheeks. I held myself onto the same pole, just underneath her hand. She didn't move, not one inch. Yet we were very close. In between quick glances I noticed she was somewhere around the same age as me, a little taller, slender yet her body had its curves. She was wearing a dress with a rare pattern of light and dark blue diamonds and I couldn't deny she was quite attractive. Her eyes... I had never seen such blue eyes before. They were flickering around, watching as how the city was waking up. I couldn't keep my eyes off of her. Well... not for long though. The driver had to hit the brakes drastically when the stoplights turned red. My hand slipped from the pole and I was forced towards the ginger. Even though I had counted on the woman to take one step back, she didn't. On the contrary, she did one step forward and caught my weight with her chest while holding onto the pole. Everything went so fast I didn't even realise my hand was around her waist. When the bus came to a stop and my balance was restored, I loosened the grip around the red head, and quickly rose up. My cheeks blushing, heart rate rising and mouth turning dry.
"Oh my God... I am so sorry. I'm not really used to public buses..." It was my first day after all. Great way to start Beca. I felt so awkward, but her smile reassured me.
"No worries, I totally get it. One time when I took the bus, I fell over and landed on my face. Very charming story." She momentarily looked away, before gazing back to me with those capturing eyes. "I'm Chloe by the way!" She winked at me, introducing herself.
"And you?"
She got me so lost; I swear I almost forgot about my own name. "Uh- Just Beca..." I mumbled awkwardly.
"Alright... 'just' Beca. Where do you need to go?" She asked me, putting emphasis on the 'just'. "Well... Today's my introduction as freshmen at Barden University. So... I'm super stoked for that." I noticed the way she was narrowing her eyes in slight confusion. "Oh I don't usually use such words... I was just trying to be sarcastic." Why did I have to be so awkward? "What about you? Are you also freshmen?"
"Oh no... I work on Saturday at Charlie's as a waitress, though I am doing the training art and design at Barden. So maybe I get to see you around Beca." She said to me before the doors of the bus opened when we reached her stop. "Come visit me when you're done. My shift ends at two." Chloe left the bus, looking over her shoulder one more time to wave me goodbye.
Beca was listening to her usual playlist. She had tapped shuffle and now Timber was on.
It's going down, I'm yelling timber
You better move, you better dance
Let's make a night, you won't remember
I'll be the one, you won't forget
I took a bite out of the apple I was holding and unlocked my phone. It was eleven. That dude had been talking for like what? Two hours straight about the same subject. I had pretty much dozed off halfway but was woken up by my new friend, Amy. Thankfully... Could have made a pretty bad first impression. Though, why the hell would I care? My dad 's the one forcing me to go here; I just wanted to produce music. I hadn't been looking for friends, but Amy just appeared out of nowhere. The blonde woman wasn't shy, that was for certain. She had already shared some stuff with me that was considered to most people as inappropriate or secrets. Though I didn't really mind. After having said my goodbyes to some of the girls I had just met and sharing phone numbers, I walked back to the bus stop. Of course I hadn't forgotten about the mysterious ginger and wanted to know more about her, so I decided to take the bus to Charlie's. I wasn't yet familiar with the city but knew where Chloe had gotten out, so I decided to just ask the driver where to go after that. It was not far, just a couple of streets further and I could already read the sign in the distance. 'Charlie's apple pies' it said.
I took one quick peek inside to see if I could spot the ginger, then opened the door. I was slightly startled by the bell that rang shortly after I entered, signalling they had another customer. It was a cosy place, as from the total of visitors I figured also quite popular. Their speciality was apple pie, obviously. Still most of the customers were ordering toast and sandwiches for lunch. I heard someone humming a familiar tune that I often heard on the radio. In just a few seconds I knew it was 'Titanium'. I peeked around to discover the person behind this sound was Chloe. "Hey!" She immediately stepped towards me, her smile even wider than when she did in the bus.
"Hey yourself." I replied, adding a wink.
"You came!"
"You sound surprised"
"Can I get you something to drink?" She asked me.
"Some cinnamon coffee would be nice." I replied.
"Coming right up." Chloe giggled, leading me to a table thereafter pushing a chair underneath my butt. "Robbie! I am taking my 15 minute break! Also bring a cinnamon coffee!" Chloe stated to her colleague before taking the seat across me. I needed to chuckle, her shift almost ended, why take a break now? "What are you doing?"
"I'm taking you on a date. The shortest date in history perhaps... But that's-"
"Oh- I am not really... Uh" Wow this turned awkward. I realised I had totally given this chick the wrong impression. "I am not gay." I just confessed.
"Oh... I see." Her voice turned slightly sad. "That's too bad. You would have been such a catch." She bit her lip from frustration, checking me out.
"Would you stop flirting with me?" I grinned playfully. I didn't really mind to be quite honest. Great boost for my self esteem actually.
"No sorry. Can't do... I am programmed to fall for beautiful women." Chloe told me, making small robotic moves with her hands.
"Alright cyborg... You told me you were doing art and design on Barden?"
"Yes, I am in my second year now. What about you?"
"I'm studying economics; my dad wants me to take over the shop when I'm older." I sighed.
"Parents right?"
"Yeah..." My parents were divorced for almost 4 years now. Every time when I talked about my family with someone I was reminded again. I would never have that, normal boring family again.
Time flew by fast. We kept talking about all kinds of things. We shared drinks, laughed. It felt nice, to have someone really understand you. Somehow we just sort of clicked. Who knows why...
Philosophy class had just ended and it was time for break. Me and Fat Amy took a seat in the cafeteria, discussing who was hotter in Twilight, Jacob or Edward? I took a zip of my cola, checking on my phone for the latest news. Fat Amy kicked me softly underneath the table, still hard enough to make it hurt. "Ouch! Dude what the heck?" I gasped.
"That ginger over there is totally eyehumping you." The blonde whispered close to my face.
I looked over my shoulder to see who my secret admirer was. I discovered it was a very familiar someone. Chloe... I said to myself, almost making it sound like a curse. I rose to my feet and walked over to the red haired who sat on the second step. "Are you stalking me?" I asked her, cupping either sides of my waist.
"No... Why would I do a thing like that? You're so weird Beca" Chloe smirked.
"Very convincing..." I nodded, barely able to keep myself from smiling like an idiot. "Then what are you doing?"
"Nothing." She said, hiding the notebook she was holding, underneath her book.
"What is that?" I was curious. I got a hold of the cardboard and snatched it from her hands.
"Hey give that back! It's not nice to steal other people's stuff!" Chloe rose up, trying to get her notebook back which I held high up in the air.
I laughed, feeling slightly evil. What was so secret that I wasn't allowed to know of?"
"Fine. Read it. Have it your way..." Chloe crossed her arms and angrily sat down again. I sighed. Even though it was very tempting, I still had a conscience. "Here..." I said to her, offering her notebook back which she grabbed quickly and thereafter put in her bag. "Thanks..." She replied. I knew she appreciated it.
I walked through the door leading me the bathroom. Finally I had a moment to take a break from everything to just relax. I was singing, my voice echoing as the acoustics were amazing.
You shout it loud
But I can't hear a word you say
I'm talking loud not saying much
I'm criticized but all your bullets ricochet
You shoot me down, but I get up
I got rid of my bathrobe, leaving me completely naked. I hung my bag with supplies to a hook and put my towel over the rod. Water began pouring down once I pulled the lever. I held my distance as I was waiting for the water to reach a nice and warm temperature. What I didn't realise yet was that someone was secretly creeping up on me from behind.
I'm bulletproof, nothing to lose
Fire away, fire away
Ricochet, you take your aim-
"Hey! You can sing!" I heard Chloe's voice, almost making me jump a few meters into the air. I spun around; my first response was to grab the curtain. "How high does your belt go?" Chloe asked me, though I wasn't really sharp so to speak when she pulled the curtain away again. It was revealed that she was naked as well. "My what? Oh my God..." I said, my eyes accidentally trailing down her body. "You never told me you had such an amazing voice!" Chloe spoke. She looked so confident. What was she for a nutjob? Didn't she know dignity? Or at least privacy? I tried my very best to hide my breasts behind the sponge I was holding, though this wasn't really much help. Especially when she hit it out of my hand, forcing me to bend. "Whoops!" Chloe spat out playfully. She watched up close to see me fail in trying to grab my stuff back from the ground. I turned my back to the ginger, feeling her eyes burn into my back. "Seriously?" Chloe chuckled. Great I was so amusing. I don't know how she usually takes a shower, but I do it ALONE. Yet Chloe found Beca's innocence adorable. She looked like a total badass from the outside, but in secret she was actually a big softie. "I'm nude." I told her, still she totally ignored this.
"You were singing Titanium right?" Chloe said.
"You know David Guetta?" Stupid question Beca...
"Have I been living under a rock? Yeah. That song is my jam!" She said proudly. "My lady jam..." She whispered, leaning in.
Her WHAT?! Did she just literally tell me she was getting off on this song? Why couldn't I just have normal friends? "That's nice..." I just responded, hiding my nervousness behind a fake smile. Averting my gaze from her as my cheeks started to blush.
"It is. Song really builds." Chloe seductively winked at Beca.
"Gross..." I murmured, narrowing my eyes. What did she want from me?
"Can you sing it for me?" She bit her lip.
Out of the fricking question! I'm not just going to... to... "Dude no! Get out!" I yelled. What did I need to do to get her out of my shower?
"Not for that reason." She spat out, making me look like a fool. "I'm not leaving here till you sing. So..."
Seriously? I smiled, yet barely able to withhold my frustration. If it would have been any place else I would have just walked through this bold lady.
Chloe let out an explicit sigh. She had all day... Fine fine... I'll sing. If that's what it takes to shower again.
I'm bulletproof, nothing to lose
Chloe jumped in, singing the second voice. It was in perfect pitch. I could literally feel goose bumps all over my skin.
Fire away, fire away
It was hard to avoid eye contact now. Chloe was smiling widely at me, her capturing eyes glimmering brightly. God what were they beautiful. I just felt myself drown in them.
Ricochet, you take your aim
fire away, fire away
It was like we were the only ones on the planet. Nothing else mattered. I know it sounds dramatic but this is how I felt. We really connected.
You shoot me down but I won't fall
I am Titanium
I knew she was checking me out, though I didn't mind anymore. I dropped my arms, exposing any dignity I had left.
Don't look down, don't look down, don't look down.
I looked down.
Fuck.
Damn she's hot. What?! Shut up brain! I am straight... I like guys.
You shoot me down but I won't fall
I am Titanium
We smiled at each other. I felt happy...
"Oh yeah, I'm pretty confident about... all of this." Chloe motioned to her body. I looked down once more, to confirm. "You should be." I nodded.
"Hey do you have tattoos? Cool... I got one too, here on my wrist." Chloe said, nearing me. I wasn't really able to step back. I was literally trapped. Our bodies almost touched, she turned me slightly around to check out the tattoo on my shoulder blade. "I like it." Chloe said. I could feel her breath brush against my shoulder. I experienced a hunger; I had never felt before, burning in my stomach. "I like you... Beca." She whispered into my ear, making a shiver crawl down my spine. I felt her body against my back. I wasn't yet aware I was leaning in. I moved my head to the side, close to hers. She looked at me, with those blue orbs, like I could stare into her soul. Then suddenly a guy appeared behind the corner, startling me. "You have a beautiful voice." He complimented me. I hid myself behind Chloe when she seemed not to mind at all. "Coming Chlo?" He signalled the ginger. Did she know this creep?
"Oh yeah..." Chloe snapped out of it. I felt her warmth leave, and was immediately missing it. To be quite honest, I didn't want her to leave. "See you around Becs." The ginger said, before leaving the shower. My jaw dropped, and I felt my breath turn heavier. What was going on? What just happened?!
A/N: So I hope you enjoyed this first chapter of Drowning in Blue. As you see I used some moments from the first Pitch Perfect movie. I just gave it a different twist. Please comment, fav or whatever, if you choose not to do anything that's fine too I'll love you anyways. Aca outtt-