Sorry for the late update guys. I've officially started my second semester of college which is also, softball season. I'm letting you guys know now that updates will definitely take a little longer due to practice schedules and classes starting but I'll get them out as soon as possible.
This was an extremely fun chapter to write and it's extra long since I kept you guys waiting for so long :) *Beware of mistakes. I will go back and edit tomorrow. Typed it on the ipad XD
Enjoy nerds!
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Rumors-Chapter 16:Pineapple Juice
"Beca!" Stacie yelled from inside her room. Beca was currently at her desk, playing around with some new mixes and taking the time to jot down new song ideas.
Groaning because she really didn't want to leave her spot, she took her headphones off that were placed around her neck, placing them on her desk next to her mixing equipment and got up to walk over to Stacie's.
When making it there, Beca creeped open the door to be greeted with her leggy friend in front of a giant white board-which also, she doesn't know where she got it- with things color coated and written in a diagram form.
"What am I looking at?" Beca cautiously asked as she slowly walked into Stacie's room and took a seat on the girl's bed.
Beca knew her friend was up to no good when she was able to get a good look at what was written on the board. In big, highlighted bubble letters, above all the webs and bullet points read, "Operation, Get Beca Laid."
"This-" Stacie gestured to the white board with one of her hands, the other was holding a long meter stick- again, where did she get all of these things? "Is our checklist slash, game plan for tomorrow night." Stacie proudly with a beaming smile.
Beca's face was remaining still, not breaking a stare. "You seriously are nuts." As if the the giant whiteboard, meter stick, glasses and eye black under Stacie's eyes weren't a reminder. Seriously, the girl went all out for Beca and when she asked for Stacie's help, she didn't expect anything like this.
"This is dating 101 with Ms. Conrad." Stacie walked to the other side of the board and with her meter stick, she pointed at her name written in the top corner in fancy cursive. "After our class today and tomorrow morning, you'll be one hundred percent confident with taking out a very sexy and very intriguing redhead with the name of Chloe Beale tomorrow night. Sound good?" Stacie coughed up her best teacher lecture voice while pushing up her glasses.
Beca snorted and really, didn't know how to take everything at once. Was this a joke or something? "Stacie what are you doing?"
"It's Ms. Conrad to you Mitchell," Stacie warned in a stern tone.
Beca raised her hands up to surrender because obviously, she wasn't going to get out of this little skit Stacie was currently performing. "Okay okay. Continue Ms." Stacie gave her another stern look, causing Beca to roll her eyes dramatically. "Oh my God, Ms. Conrad," she corrected. This was just weird. Never should she have to call her best friend Ms.
"Good," Stacie said with a smile. "Now to start off this lesson, we have to talk about date ideas." With her stick, she pointed to the area on the whiteboard which read, 'date ideas' written and underlined with bullet points underneath. "Any suggestions?"
Beca made herself more comfortable on Stacie's bed since who knows how long this lesson was going to take and pondered with some of the ideas floating around in her head.
Some of the ideas included seeing a movie, but she remembered that she hated movies so, that was a no. Another included, going out to a nice restaurant to eat but then again, she realized she was a high school student with no job and didn't have the money pay for both hers and Chloe's dinner so, that was another no. Honestly, she had no idea what to do with Chloe. All she knew was that she wanted it to be special for the both of them.
Groaning loudly, "I have no idea," Beca said in defeat. This was going to be a lot harder than she thought.
"Okay, no need to worry, Becs. This is why we are doing this so we can plan together, making sure it is the best and most enjoyable night for the two of you." Stacie reassured with another smile. "Now let's break it down, what does Chloe like?"
Oh that is easy. "She likes a lot of stuff. She likes animals, she likes country music but really she likes all music, she likes to dance, she likes to sing, she likes to dance and sing." Beca snickered at her comment. "Really the list is never ending Stacie." Beca received another stern look at the name. "Ms. Conrad," she grumbled under her breath.
Stacie smile satisfied and turned her focus back on the board. "Okay that's a pretty….. vague list but, we will build off of those."
Stacie began to write the things Beca mentioned about Chloe's likes in the blank bullet points. She stared for a second at what she wrote, thinking about possible date ideas.
It took a while of awkward silence but finally, Stacie came up with something "Ah ha!" she exclaimed loudly, causing Beca to jump at the sudden change in volume. Stacie began filling in more on the bullet points.
"Oh no. What did you come up with?" Beca asked, scooting to the edge of the bed so she could see what Stacie was writing down. Not that it helped since now on the whiteboard, there was only a picture of a cowboy hat and a music note. "This isn't the da vinci code, why are you writing in symbols?" No way in Hell did Beca know what her friend meant by the drawings.
"You Chloe likes to dance and also likes country music. What place offers both PLUS, if you're lucky, some karaoke?" Stacie challenged with a raise to her eyebrows.
Beca thought about this riddle for a second but came out with nothing. Country music, dancing and karaoke? The only thing she could think of is a country bar and….
Oh no.
Stacie saw Beca's eyes widen at the thoughts and flashed a girl a smirk before writing in the board a circling the words, 'The Grizzly Rose'.
"Are you serious?!" Beca basically shrieked, mortified of the idea.
First of all, the Grizzly Rose is a straight up country bar that only lined dance and had a bunch of rednecks surrounding the area. Occasionally, they would perform some hit pop songs time to time but that was very rare, especially on a Saturday night when it's heard to be the most packed. Second, Beca didn't know how to line dance and she just got into country recently. Even playing more than a couple songs made the girl want to shoot her eardrums out.
"Dead serious, Becs." Stacie was pleased and satisfied with her end result as a date. "Chloe is from Tennessee. I bet anything she was conceived in a stall at a country bar."
Beca scrunched her face in disgust. "Gross," she muttered under her breath. "Still Stacie...Ms. Conrad-" she corrected again, "-I don't know how to line dance and I know for a fact-even through pictures that that's all they do there! I can't really sway and picture frame in the middle of the dance floor with Chloe."
Stacie giggled at this. She knew for a fact Beca had zero to none rhythm and for the life of her, couldn't dance. "Well good thing there is YouTube and you have a fabulous dance teacher." Stacie pointed to herself with a cocky grin.
"Okay cool. Let me just learn a shit ton of line dancing in a day. Perfect!" Beca countered sarcastically.
"Good I'm glad you are positive about this!" Stacie knew Beca was being sarcastic but used it against her. "We will go shopping tomorrow to plan the outfit and also, part two to our lesson-which revolves around the steamy stuff." Stacie winked at the brunette. "That ends today lesson, good job Becs! I need you to text Chloe your plans though."
Beca pulled her cell phone out of her pocket and unlocked the device. "What do I say?" she asked when she hovered her finger on Chloe's name in her phone.
"Here," Stacie dropped the meter stick against the white board and snatched Beca's phone out of her hand before she had the chance to pull it away.
Stacie replaced her glasses over her eyes and began to click away on Beca's phone. After hearing the chime, letting her know that the message has been sent, Stacie handed the device back to Beca.
"Oh no." Beca retrieved her phone back, already in the process of unlocking it to see what her friend sent Chloe. "I'm nervous."
Once landing in her sent messages, she clicked on hers and Chloe's conversation and began to read.
Redheaded Choir Girl [4:45 pm]: don't worry about missing your home town because tomorrow night, at our date, I'll be bringing Tennessee down to Atlanta. Dress appropriately ;)
"Okay Stacie, what if she doesn't understand this riddle thing?" Beca asked, rereading the message.
Stacie walked into her bathroom to wash off the eye black.
Meanwhile, back at Chloe's
Chloe hopped into her car after cheer practice, feeling sweaty and gross from the amount of cardio Aubrey made them do. She was in dire need of a shower.
Before she turned on her car, she heard her phone go off in her bag. Knowing it was Beca due to the ring tone she picked out for her personally, she smiled and reached into her bag, showing the text message on her screen.
Beca the Adorable Badass [4:45 pm]: don't worry about missing your home town because tomorrow night, at our date, I'll be bringing Tennessee down to Atlanta. Dress appropriately ;)
"What?" Chloe chuckled quietly to herself as she read the message. Excited would be an understatement when it came to their date tomorrow night and after this little riddle text Beca just sent, she was literally dying for it to be Saturday.
Beca mentioned Tennessee which is a very country area so all that floated in her mind was maybe some beer, country music and lots fun. Smiling down at the message, she drove her way back home to look for an outfit for tomorrow night.
Back to Beca…
"She will Becs. That is like the easiest riddle I came up with! Plus, it's super cute not telling her our plans," Stacie said simply. "Now I think you have some homework to do Mitchell."
Beca groaned, laying flat against the bed, realizing there is no way out of this. She guesses that she should start looking up line dancing tutorials on YouTube.
What have I gotten myself into?
Stacie was one of a kind. A rare gem one would say.
Whenever she received a task to do to-and or wanted to achieve something herself, even when she was little, she never half assed whatever it was.
She went full out; one hundred percent, live like she was going to die sorta mentality.
That's why Beca shouldn't of been surprised when Stacie, preordered her entire outfit the following night after they got done with, "lesson number one" so when it came to Saturday morning, all they had to do was go to the mall and pick it up.
She also definitely shouldn't of been surprised when they arrived to the store and picked up the outfit that was something one, too sexy and promiscuous for Beca's wardrobe and two, the exact sizes Beca wore. The girl was seriously a magician or some sort of genie-wizard when it came to shopping and clothes.
At the mall, the girls had to stop at two different places. One of the stores they shopped at was where Stacie ordered a nice, loose, mid forearm, white blouse, with a pair of light blue skinny jeans that were barely a pair of jeans with the amount of holes up and down the legs, and concluding the outfit was a pair of light brown cowgirl boots. Oh, there was also a massive brown belt to highlight the jeans since, in Stacie's words, the bigger the belt, the more country it is.
Surprisingly, Beca didn't 'hate' the outfit and thought it was actually pretty cute when she tried it on, against her own will she might add. It was just something she'd never wear again, even if the world was ending.
There was something missing though when Beca walked out of the changing room, dressed in everything Stacie ordered. Walking back to the area where all the clothes were while Beca waited, Stacie soon came back holding a light tan cowboy hat that in the middle and around the head, was a darker brown belt.
Beca complained, that earned her a lecture from Stacie regarding that she needs to wear the hat so Chloe can drool over her all night because she looked hot.
Being weak and honestly, unable to counter anything the leggy girl says, she paid for the hat and they left the first store satisfied with their choices.
The second store though was nothing Beca was expecting. Especially when she was following Stacie into Victoria's Secret and over to the lingerie and underwear section.
"What are we doing?" Beca asked as she watched her friend scavenge through the panties section of the lingerie.
"You need to be prepared Beca," Stacie muttered but was highly focused on finding the right pair. "Do you like lacy thongs or just regular?"
Beca wheezed at the question, becoming highly embarrassed as a group of guys-who were obviously just checking out the store because they were perverts walked by her and Stacie. Clearing her throat, "um how about neither and can you like…. keep it down?" Leave it up to Stacie to have no social embarrassment when it came to talking about anything sexual. "I don't want people to be all up on my junk, knowing what underwear I prefer."
"That's true….but-" picking out a navy, lacy thong with a matching bra, Stacie threw them at Beca to catch. "Chloe's going to be all up on your junk and I'm pretty sure boxer shorts aren't a turn on when you are trying to eat someone out."
Catching the underwear and bra Stacie threw at her, she yelped at the girl's words. "Dude!" She turned her head around the store, hoping no one overheard Stacie's comment that was completely too vulgar for any human's ear. "Don't say that in public!" It was a loud whisper.
Stacie just shrugged with a dirty smirk across her mouth and walked over to the cash register, waiting for Beca to follow.
"This is so unnecessary.." Beca muttered under her breath, unpleasantly before glancing at the new underwear in her hands and following the tracks of her leggy friend to pay for the items.
They make it home at around two so Stacie has lots of time to work with Beca on anymore tips for tonight's date. Luckily for Beca, Stacie has already wrote down today's 'lesson' on the whiteboard but instead of date ideas written in bubble letters, it now says, 'Checklist to getting laid'.
"I think I want to skip out on today's lesson," Beca said once she noticed what read on the board.
"Not going to happen shorty. Now sit." Stacie ordered with a shove, pushing Beca down into her bed. "Okay to start today's lesson, we will go over the easy stuff." Once again, Stacie had her meter stick and was pointing to number one on the checklist. "This here is the most important when it comes to getting laid. Beca, have you shaved?"
"Uhhh," Beca lifted up her sweatpants to feel her legs, noticing that she should probably go over them again after feeling the amount of prickles. "I did a couple days ago but I'll do it again tonight when I shower." Beca answered with a shrug.
Stacie squinted her eyes, figuring Beca didn't understand what she meant. "Okay, not what I meant but yes, shave your legs. I was talking about taming the beast. Mowing the lawn. Trimming the bushes. "
There was something Stacie wasn't telling Beca and the added nod to her head after she these weird and random sayings weren't helping the brunette catch the hint. It was like she was speaking a foreign language.
Keeping a puzzled face as Stacie waited for her response, she shook her head. "I have no idea what any of that means."
"Jesus Beca." Stacie rolled her eyes. "Did you shave your vagina?" she spoke as well if it was common sense.
Beca's eyes snapped open at this. "What?! Oh my God!" There is a line of comfort Beca has and Stacie just crossed it.
Scratch that, flew over it.
"Stop being so JV Beca." God, Beca hated when Stacie called her that. "Nobody wants a forest down there and that's, the truth," Stacie said simply, waving her finger towards Beca's crotch.
This whole conversation was creeping Beca out even if Stacie was her best friend. She isn't an open person, in general, so talking about her woman hood with Stacie was skin crawling. "Nobody wants a bald baby down there either Stacie. Also the truth," Beca countered with her hands covering her face in embarrassment.
Stacie gasped loudly as she clenched her chest, causing Beca to lift her head. "How dare you say I'm bald down there! You know I'm half Italian and need to go Brazilian!"
"Oh my God..." This was just painful. Feeling the need to change the conversation pronto dente before she explodes due to embarrassment, Beca exhaled loudly before continuing. "Everything is like… fine down there Stacie. No need for this conversation." she reassured, already feeling her face getting hot and knows for sure she is blushing bad.
Stacie tossed a satisfied smile and checked off number one on the board. "Good. Now," pointing the stick to number two, "How far have you gone with Chloe so far?"
"I mean I've made out with her a lot and sometimes it gets a little handsy."
Stacie seemed interested by this, "Handsy as in how?"
Beca gulped down some saliva befriend answering. "Handsy like I've touched her boobs before.." She could barely finish her last word until Stacie interrupted her with a high pitched squeal.
"Look at my best friend!" Stacie praised with an amused smile. "Already touching the boobs and you're not even dating yet."
"Yeah about that," Beca started. She wanted to tell Stacie her full plans regarding tonight. "I want to ask Chloe to be my girlfriend."
Another high pitched squeal flooded the room, along with a bone crushing hug from Stacie. "How cute Becs! It's about time you get yourself a girlfriend."
Beca rolled her eyes, squirming out of her friends tight grip. "Whatever." She pushed her leggy friend off so she could make eye contact. "That's why I need this night to be perfect."
"And it will be Beca," Stacie once again reassured with a genuine grin. "We will go over some more of my lesson plan and then, move to some line dancing."
"Oh great," Beca said sarcastically. She was up all night looking for tutorials on YouTube.
First of all, don't listen to anything the uploader writes in the description especially, if it says, 'beginner' because, it's definitely not. Second of all, when you're going to practice these dance moves, make sure that you are practicing with someone around the same height as yourself. Many of the sweetheart dances, as they called it, required many of couples to be tossed around and spun like walking rag dolls so having Stacie and extra two heads taller than Beca was an issue.
"Ow! Dammit Stacie!" Beca hissed as she cradled her foot in her hand after getting it decapitated by Stacie's feet.
They have been at this whole line dancing thing for hours now, ever since Stacie finished off her sexual checklist, making sure Beca knew all the ropes and tips of making a lady feel good. And though it was highly uncomfortable to talk about what moans mean what and, what is the proper way to swirl your tongue around a clit (gross, she knows), Beca thought what Stacie was telling her was helpful. Definitely took the edge off her nerves when she thought about finally having sex with Chloe.
"That was so your fault!" Stacie defended as she hit pause on the video and cut the music.
"Okay yeah, it was my fault that your big foot stepped over mine for what, the hundredth time since we've tried this!?" Beca stood up from the ground. Stacie was an absolute master at anything dance. She did ballet when she was younger and even did a little hip hop but country definitely wasn't her thing.
Stacie huffed dramatically, fixing the strap of her tank top on her shoulder. "Well sorry you have dance moves similar to a dad and stones as feet. Maybe if you moved them faster I wouldn't have to step on them!"
"Sorry I can't keep up with your giraffe legs!"
"Just come here so we can try again. We aren't stopping until we get this down," Beca groaned as she gave Stacie her hands so she could be placed in the proper position.
After what felt like years of dancing and Beca was pretty sure her feet were broken, they ended the line dancing lesson with minimal experience. Beca was actually surprised at how much she actually took out of the YouTube videos. It wasn't a lot of skill and if you had to grade her on a scale from 1-10, she'd be at a five, maybe low six but, it was enough to shock Chloe and that's all she needed for tonight.
It was five when Beca got in the shower, figuring it would only take her roughly around an hour to get ready plus, to go over any missed pointers Stacie came up with until it would be seven, the time Beca told Chloe she'd pick her up.
As the time got closer and closer to seven, Beca started feeling nervous about her date with Chloe. She knew that what she planned was great and knew for sure Chloe would love it but, there was still something there, making her feel like she could mess the whole thing up at a blink of an eye. What if she pulls a Stacie and steps on Chloe's feet while they're dancing or even worse, drops Chloe when she tries to do the dip move she practiced with Stacie? What if she has food stuck in her teeth the entire night and it grosses Chloe out?
What if she says no to being Beca's girlfriend?
Yeah, that right there was the main reason to Beca's nerves. Beca has never put herself out there because of this exact reason. Rejection was something she doesn't think she could handle especially, if it's Chloe doing the rejecting. If she were to turn Beca down, she is pretty sure she'd die of a broken heart or something cheesy like that.
"Stop thinking too much Becs," Stacie said, walking into Beca's room and over to where Beca was drying her hair in the bathroom. She placed her hands on the tops of Beca's shoulders and started massaging gently. "The date will be fine."
Beca sighed and closed her eyes, feeling her body relax under Stacie's hands. "I know but you know me. Always overthinking and stuff."
Stacie continued to massage her thumbs into Beca's back, watching the nerves slowly fade out from the brunette's tiny figure.
"I know and you need to stop. You're an amazing girl Beca. Anyone in their right mind would want to date you." Stacie shifted her hands so she could wrap her arms over Beca's shoulders and give her a warm hug. "Chloe is going to love it all and everything will be okay."
Beca leaned into the hug with a smile, already feeling ten times better about the date. She loved how Stacie could always ease the tension right off her with a simple touch, no matter what time of day it was or whatever was bugging Beca.
"Now finish getting ready. I have one more tip for you and I need as much time as I can get." Stacie smacked Beca's butt playfully and walked out of room.
Rolling her eyes because of course, Stacie had more nonsense to feed Beca since swirling your tongue in a tornado fashion and biting Chloe's earlobe wasn't enough already, Beca finished blow drying her hair.
She put on the new clothes Stacie picked out and couldn't lie when she saw how good she looked in them. The jeans fit her perfectly, giving her butt some extra volume and the cowgirl boots were surprisingly cute but Beca would never be caught dead wearing them outside of tonight. The top was comfy and breezy, making it easy to move in and over all, the outfit made her look hot. It was definitely a big change from her original look but it was a good kind of change.
Except for the uncomfortable thong that Stacie picked out for her to wear. God, did she hate having her ass flossed with lace.
Playing with her hair, she couldn't find a cute hairstyle that looked good with the hat. Deciding that Stacie would know more about this issue, she walked down to Stacie's room to get her opinion.
When walking in there, Beca was greeted with gallons of pineapple juice sitting on her desk, along with some shot glasses.
"Um, explain Conrad." Beca cautiously walked into the room, finding Stacie setting up the drinks in a line. Why is it that every time Beca goes into Stacie's room, there is something odd the leggy girl is doing?
Stacie finished pouring the last shot- of what Beca hopes was pineapple juice and placed it down next to all the other shots. "This is pineapple juice." Stacie said, gesturing down to the placed shots.
"Okaayyy," Beca said slowly, creeping her way next to her friend to take a look at the mess Stacie was making. "Thanks for stating the obvious but what I meant was, why do you have pineapple juice? Especially that much."
"Pineapple juice is proven to make a boy's semen taste better as well as a lady's junk. I want you to drink all of these." She pointed to all twenty plus shot glasses. Where did the girl even find this much?!
Beca shook her head in amusement. "You're joking right?" When Stacie didn't break her poker face, Beca knew the girl wasn't messing around. "You do know that it could take days for this to actually work?"
"I know Becs that's why I doubled the dose!" Stacie stated, picking up one shot of pineapple juice and handing it over to Beca. "Bottoms up babe!"
Thirty minutes later…
"I can't drink one more without hurling Stacie." Beca warned as she hunched over the desk where countless numbers of shot glasses were tipped over, spilling the little juice they had left in them.
"One more Beca. This is your last one!" Not caring about Beca's current state, she handed the brunette her last shot of what felt like millions. "Take it and I'll do your hair."
Beca grabbed the shot weakly, whining in the process. "You won't have to do my hair if you end up killing me."
"The longer you piss and moan, the more time is wasted before your date which is-" Stacie reached for her phone, turning it on to check the time. "-about forty five minutes away."
Beca eyed the glass in her hand, trying her best not to get a whiff of the pineapple juice and chugged it down. Gagging trying to keep all of it down, Beca plugged her nose and took some deep breaths.
"Good job!" Stacie cheered with a pat to the back, totally unaware that Beca was seconds away from yacking. "Now hair time."
"Fuck you," Beca muttered under her breath.
After getting her hair done- which was perfectly curled and look fabulous under her hat, it was about time to go pick up Chloe.
"You remember everything I taught you right?" Stacie walked Beca down to the front door, fixing her hair as she talked.
"Of course, even with the pineapple juice fuzzing up my senses. I swear Stacie, if I can't eat another pineapple you're dead. You know that is my favorite fruit." Beca whined, grabbing her keys off the table.
"Oh hush. You'll thank me later when your lady junk tastes like magic." Stacie nudged her hip into Beca's, earning an eye roll from the smaller girl. "You look amazing by the way Becs." Smiling, Stacie took Beca under her arms and gave her a hug.
Beca wrapped her arms around Stacie's waist and leaned into her embrace. "Thanks Stace. I really couldn't have done all this without you."
Giving one last squeeze, Stacie pulled away with a grin. "Of course, Beca. Now go. You have a hot redhead to please."
Ringing the doorbell, Beca straightened up her outfit, making sure her hair still looked good in the reflection of Chloe's screen door. Stacie had the pleasure of curling her hair in loose curls that matched perfectly under the cowboy hat Beca was forced to wear. Also, she had to get use to walking around in cowgirl boots. They weren't as light as her usual converse or vans and definitely not as comfortable.
It took a little bit longer for someone to respond and she was about to ring the doorbell again until the doorknob wiggled and the door was swung open.
"Wow munchkin." It was Aubrey who open the door and she was wearing a very shocked and amazed smirk on her face. "Who knew you could clean up for a change?"
Beca rolled her eyes, flipping off the blonde in the process. "Can I come in now or are you going to block the door?"
Aubrey shifted her body to the side, allowing Beca into the house and closing the door. "Chloe's up stairs finishing up. I'll go get her for you."
Beca watched the blonde go up the stairs and decided to wait for Chloe on the couch in the living room. Just as she was about to sit down, Clay and Chris came out of the kitchen holding a bowl of popcorn and a case of beer.
"Beca!" Clay yelled once he noticed her sitting on the couch. Beca cocked her head slightly with a smile at the ginger boys.
"Hey guys," she greeted.
The boys walked over to the couch, sitting on either side of Beca and plopping the popcorn in her lap.
"Damn Beca you look smoking," Clay complimented as her threw his arm around her shoulders.
"Yeah wow. Are you sure you're gay?" Chris added while also slipping his arm over her shoulders.
Beca stiffened at the amount of weight now on her body, still not use to the amount of physical contact the Beale's lived for. "Uhh yeah positive," she chuckled nervously, watching the boy's hands slip to the bowl on her lap and take some popcorn.
"Guys." A voice behind them called out sternly, causing Clay's and Chris's arms to be pulled off of the brunette quickly.
It was Chloe; she knew before even turning around. Beca mastered that voice like it was programmed into her mind but when she did get the chance to face the redhead, her body froze completely still and she is pretty sure she forgot how to breathe.
Chloe, was wearing a red and black flannel the was tied in the middle of her stomach, just over a black tank top she had underneath. She had on a short pair of white jean shorts that highlighted her toned legs immaculately, making her legs look extra long and had on a pair of black cowgirl boots. Also, like Beca, she was wearing a cowboy hat but instead of tan, her's was black and had a cute little feather tired around the middle.
"Can you pea brains go somewhere else and not hit on my date?" Chloe asked annoyed, looking directly at her guilty looking brothers.
"We were just offering her a beer Chlo." Clay tried to cover up, lifting the case from the table.
"Yeah. No flirting going around here." Chris added to the cover up.
"Uh huh." Chloe squinted her eyes, not believing anything her brothers were saying.
Beca muted out the whole conversation going on between Chloe and her brothers as she had her main focus on the redhead's outfit.
Or legs.
Or the amount of cleavage the tank top was giving.
Either way, she was sure she was drooling.
Standing up, Beca walked over to where Chloe and Aubrey were standing.
"My my my," Chloe sang when her eyes caught what Beca was wearing. Beca could feel Chloe's eyes scanning every inch of her body with her predatory, pale blue orbits as she slowly became smaller and smaller. "It's been in a coon's age since the last time I've seen you around town and I might add, darling you look mighty fine," she ended her compliment with a tip to her hat and a flirty half smile.
"I uhhh-" Beca couldn't think straight. Not now with Chloe dressed like the hottest southern Belle she has ever seen and talking in that ridiculously sexy southern accent. She didn't really know what half the things Chloe meant in her slang but what she did know was that it was turning her on like a light switch. Really, everything Chloe was doing right now was turning Beca's insides to mush.
"Get your head out of the gutter midget." Aubrey's voice broke Beca out of her daze on the redhead, bringing her back to reality. "Whenever you want to stop your drooling, you guys could leave for your date."
Beca scowled at the blonde as she smiled amused at how pathetic Beca's hormones were struggling to keep up.
Beca glanced over at Chloe with a shrug and a shy smile. "You ready?" she managed to use real words instead of her alien grunts and wheezes. With one of her hands, she lifted it up, waiting for the redhead to take.
Chloe beamed a smile and grabbed the offered hand. "Born ready."
They bye to Aubrey and her brothers as they crashed on the couch and putting in a movie.
Beca and Chloe walked hand in hand to Beca's jeep where she opened the passenger door for the redhead. "After you m'lady." Beca gestured to inside the vehicle.
Smiling wide, Chloe was pleased at Beca's manners. She was such a gentleman. "Thank you." Stepping in, Beca closed the door behind her before walking over to the drivers side.
"Wait." Chloe grabbed Beca's hands, preventing her from turning the car on.
In a swift motion, she used her fingers to tilt Beca's head closer to her's, capturing her lips in a passionate, slow kiss. At this moment, their cowboy hats crashed together, sending Beca's straight off her head and Chloe to start giggling.
"I'm sorry." Chloe smiled across Beca's lips, feeling the brunette do the same. Keeping their mouths ghosting against each other, Chloe reached to the top of Beca's head, repositioning the hat back to normal. "Did I mention how hot you look in a cowboy hat?" Chloe pecked Beca's lips one last time before pulling away and giggled when she saw Beca's eyes dazed shut. "Also, you taste super yummy. Is that pineapple juice?" Chloe licked her lips to get another taste.
Shaking her head out of it, Beca opened her eyes. "No," she cleared her throat, not wanting Chloe to know about her binge pineapple drinking with Stacie. "Also, you did not Beale but all I have to say is that you look a lot hotter." Beca tossed the redhead her signature smirk and started the car. "Is Aubrey close with your brothers? "
Chloe pulled her seatbelt down over her torso. "Oh totes. I'll let you in on a little fun fact." Beca twisted her head, nodding for the redhead to continue. "Aubrey and Clay use to date."
"What!?" Beca had to fight her foot not to slam on the breaks at the reveal. "You're lying!"
"Nope!" Chloe used her fingers to cross her heart. "It was our freshman year of high school when Clay was junior. They kinda hooked up at a high school party.." Chloe stopped her sentence when she saw Beca's eyes bulge out of her skull. "They didn't have sex Beca! Not that kind of hookup." Chloe cleared up with a laugh as Beca's face relaxed. "They like made out and after, dated for like a week."
"It's not awkward or anything?" Beca asked curiously.
Chloe shook her head. "Nope. It's only awkward if you make it awkward and they were really good friends before so, they just had to keep reminding themselves that their friendship isn't worth the awkwardness."
"Well that's good at least. But still, Aubrey and your brother." Beca snickered at the image. "Fucking weird. Is she just going to hang out with them all night? I bet Stacie is dying for some attention since she is at home alone."
"Hmmm I don't know. She mentioned something about going out with some friends but she didn't say who. Maybe her and Stacie could do something. Aubrey does need a little reward for helping me dress tonight." Chloe used her hand to play with her loose curls and gestured down her body.
"No way! Stacie helped me to," Beca said with a shocked face.
Chloe laughed and grabbed Beca's free hand on the gear shift, conjoining their fingers together. "I know, babe. Your wardrobe consists of black skinny jeans and flannels. No way in hell could I see you pulling out an outfit like this without any help."
Beca huffed and rolled her eyes squeezing her hand tighter against Chloe's. "Whatever, Beale."
"Where are you taking me anyways?"
Beca smirked once more before flicking on the radio to her jeep and playing some old country music to get in the mood. "If I told you, I'd have to kill you Beale."
Pulling off the highway and into the bar's parking lot, Beca jumped at the squeal that exited out of the redhead when she got a glimpse of the building. "No way!" Her excitement was clear through her tone, making Beca smile satisfied that she made the right choice for their date.
They made it to the Grizzly Rose pretty soon and automatically, Beca noticed how many cars were parked outside. It was no lie when people that Saturday night was the busiest.
"I always wanted to come here but no one would go with me!" Chloe shrieked excitedly as Beca pulled into a parking space.
Turning off the car, Beca twisted her head and tilted her hat down to Chloe who was bouncing in her seat, watching all the other people dressed in similar outfits like them walk into the country bar. "Well it will be a first for both of us."
Beca got out of her jeep and walked over to the side where Chloe was and opening the door for her. Chloe got out with a cheesy smile at with no hesitation, she latched her hand in Beca's and they walked over to the entrance of the bar.
Country music was heard blasting from inside and every so often, the sounds of boots slamming against the tiles of the dance floor. The area smelt between a mixture of cigarette smoke, chicken, spilt beer and vomit and Beca was on the verge of adding her own puke to the equation if it wasn't for the gleaming look laced in Chloe's eyes, showing how much she missed the aroma. Beca could tell that waiting in line, surrounded by everything that reminded her of home back in Tennessee was making Chloe a little home sick.
So what Beca did was throw all of her negative opinions about the bar out the window, and kissed the back of Chloe's hand. "You go to a lot of bars back in Tennessee?" Beca asked to lighten the mood as they waited in line.
"Well not really since I was still in grade school when I lived there." Chloe said with a smirk.
Of course. Beca mentally face palmed herself, knowing Chloe moved to Atlanta when she was younger. "Duh," she nervously chuckled. "I knew that."
"But what I did know was that I always wanted to go to a country bar when I was finally old enough." Chloe out in a reassuring smile, noticing that Beca was feeling a little embarrassed by her stupid question. "You are actually the first person to let me live my dream and take me to one after all these years Beca Mitchell." Beca watched a smile form on Chloe's mouth, making her feel on top of the world. They made it to the bar's bouncer and got X's marked on both of their hands, reminding them that they were underage and couldn't drink.
Once inside, Beca's mouth dropped open at the scene going on on the dance floor. Girls were being thrown around, just like on the YouTube videos Beca watched with Stacie but this time, it was in full motion. The guys looked like professionals out there and it made Beca feel like she was not ready to go out and dance with Chloe.
But then, turning her head, watching the gleam light up in Chloe's blue eyes while she was entranced by the music and dancing, Beca knew Chloe wanted to dance.
But that didn't stop her from avoiding it. "You wanna eat first?" Beca asked, breaking Chloe out of her stare.
Snapping her focus off the dancers, Chloe nodded her head with a smile. "You bet!"
At least Beca now has some time to pep talk herself into not making a fool of herself out on the dance floor.
Crazy enough, the Grizzly Rose had some pretty good options to choose from as for meals. Beca went basic and got some chicken fingers with a side of fries and Chloe fancied it up and went with some nachos.
"So Beale." Beca said, taking a bite out of her fry. "Tell me about home."
This triggered something inside Chloe to light up. "Well, I grew up on a farm in Nashville Tennessee. It was really cute because my mom and dad would raise sheep, calves, piglets and chickens but I didn't really like the chickens because I remember them chasing me all the time." Chloe chuckled which caused Beca to do the same. Something about a little five year old redhead running away from a rooster was hysterical to Beca. "A lot of my friends and I would camp out in the middle of nowhere and make a bonfire, just listening to country music and sneaking a few beers out of our parents fridge."
"How old were you when you moved to Atlanta?" Beca asked curiously.
Chloe took a sip of her drink before snatching a nacho. "End of eighth grade." She took a bite of her nacho and Beca laughed when cheese dribbled out of her mouth and down her chin.
"That was extremely sexy." Beca wiped the cheese off with her napkin. "I honestly don't think you can get any sexier."
"Very funny, Mitchell." Chloe rolled her eyes playfully. "Enough about me. I barely know anything about you even after our bonfire talk on the first day of school."
"That's because you were too busy getting your face sucked to listen to what I had to say." Smirking, Beca took another bite out of her chicken tender.
"I know and I apologized for that." Chloe said, grabbing Beca's hand from across the table. "You have my full attention now."
"Well as you know, I live with my dad who is divorced. My mom I guess cheated on him with some co worker from her job and my dad found out. It really wasn't shocking since all my mom cared about was booze and partying," Beca scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Anyways, Stacie and I moved with him to Atlanta so he could teach at Barden University which was like the real, legit job."
"So you haven't heard from your mom since?"
"Nope," Beca popped the p. "Don't think I ever will either, not that I give a shit. She barely even noticed me because she was too drunk to function."
Chloe frowned at this, "I'm so sorry Beca."
Shrugging her shoulders, Beca gave a weak smile. "It's all good. I'm like pretty much over it."
"It's your mom's lost because she missed out on one hell of a daughter." Chloe winked as she rubbed her thumb over Beca's hand.
They continued to eat their dinner with light conversation in between. After finishing, Beca knew it was almost time for the part she was dreading all night. Hearing Carrie Underwood's Last Name blare through the bars speakers and all the other people rush to the floor, Beca received of push of confidence to go out and dance.
Reaching her hand out, "you wanna dance?" Beca asked with a smirk.
"You can dance to this?" Chloe raised her eyes surprised but still took the offered hand. "You never seize to surprise me Mitchell."
"What can I say. I'm a girl of many talents."
Beca felt extremely cocky with her attitude all the way up until her and Chloe reached the dance floor and had to doge the swinging ladies and twirling men. Her heartbeat was in her throat and she knew her palms were sweaty underneath Chloe's hands but she couldn't turn back now. They were there and there to stay. Getting bolder, Beca twirled Chloe around, quickly, ending her in a dip and fall position before bringing her back up.
Thank God she could at least do that move.
"Oh wow." Chloe seemed greatly surprised that Beca knew what she was doing and was actually doing it well. She also looked captivated by Beca's confidence in her swing dancing-which all but made Beca gain her cocky side back.
Beca was glad that she practiced with Stacie before coming here because by the way things were going, Chloe was definitely not a rookie at sweetheart dancing. The way Chloe twirled under Beca's hand and how her toned legs flexed whenever she did a kick was doing some major damage to Beca's insides. She had to use all the strength in her body not to devour the redhead then and there on the dance floor with the way her hips were moving.
For the first time in her life, Beca can say she is actually starting to love this country atmosphere.
It wasn't just Beca though. The look in Chloe's eyes when Beca would spin her out, and bring her back in was almost too inappropriate for others to see.
Others on the dance floor even started to back off and give more room to Chloe and Beca since the were barley grazing others on the floor. They even received some cat calls and whistles as Beca lead Chloe through the song.
Surprisingly, Beca felt natural doing all of this, line dancing and such and she knows it was because she was doing it with Chloe. Everything just felt natural when she was with the redhead.
A slow song started playing and Chloe slowed her movements down and wrapped her arms around Beca's neck as Beca wrapped her around the redhead's waist.
"Where in the world did you learn how to dance like that?" Chloe questioned. Also very impressed.
Beca casually shrugged her shoulders. "If I told you, I'd have to kill you."
Chloe squinted her eyes tight. "You're incorrigible."
"You love it."
"Yes. Yes I do."
They continued to sway for a bit, just listening to the song and enjoying each other's presence until something sparked in the brunette's mind all of a sudden.
"So," Beca cleared her throat, once again feeling nervous because it was time to pop the big question. Not marriage by the way. "I have a question."
Chloe quirked an eyebrow, "Shoot."
Beca felt as if she were to open her mouth, nothing would come out, She also felt her face heat up, turning a shade of red darker and thanked the bar's manager for the darkened lights.
She didn't even know why it was so hard for her to ask Chloe anyways. They do everything a normal couple does, minus the publicity but still. She guesses that just making it turn into reality and giving them that label was a little terrifying.
Biting her lip nervously as Chloe waited patiently for her question, Beca slipped out a heavy sigh. "Will you be my girlfriend?" Beca wheezed out, hearing herself go high at the end and mentally slapping herself at how pathetic sounding it was.
"Girlfriend?" Chloe was grinning wickedly- which helped ease Beca a little bit. Beca shrugged her shoulders sheepishly, with a hopeful half smile. "I would love to." And she sealed the offer with a kiss, bringing an army of butterflies to swarm Beca's tummy.
All worries were lifted straight off the brunette and she was finally able to get that off her chest. It was great to earn that meaningful title, knowing that both of them wanted this. Also, she can now call Chloe her girlfriend which was a major plus and the redhead was now off the market.
"I think-" Chloe pulled away from the kiss, twisting her finger on the tiny hairs behind Beca's neck. "We should dance a little more then, go back to my place. My parents are out of town and I'm pretty sure my brothers are out at some college party."
Oh no.
What it means when parents are out of town and you and your girlfriend are home alone is that sex is going to happen and it is going to happen fast. Beca was calm and collected on the outside but in the inside, she was flipping the fuck out.
"Uhh-" Beca was stuttering over her words. Was she ready for this? Hell, she spent all day preparing just for this moment and drank three gallons of pineapple juice. She better be ready and in the words of Stacie Conrad, 'Don't be so JV Beca.' She was done playing on that level of team. She was ready for that varsity spot even if it killed her doing so (because she was literally seconds away from passing out or, having a heart attack).
"Yeah. Okay cool." Beca responded, earning a sinful grin from the redhead.
"Good."
With Beca gone and Warren out with some colleagues, Stacie was alone at the house with nothing to do. She even tried to text Aubrey to see what she was doing but the blonde texted her back saying she was with some friends from student council.
Not wanting to die of boredom in her room, twiddling with her thumbs and staring at a wall, Stacie decided to take a walk to get some pizza since she was feeling a little hungry and there was a shop not to far from the house.
During the walk, she had so time to think of ways she could possibly win Aubrey over. Never in a million years would she lose to Luke; even if he looks like an abercrombie model plus, with his stupid British accent.
Stacie was never one to chase after somebody who caught her eye. She was usually the one doing the running away once someone caught feelings for her so everything now was completely new to her. Aubrey though, was someone she would run a marathon for and if at first she didn't succeed, she'd run them until she won her over.
That right there, was what she was planning on doing.
Making it to the pizza place, she had to walk around to the other side since the doors she previously tried to go through were locked. When she made her way to the front, she had the full view of the inside of the restaurant and was able to see people eating and having a good time.
Up by the cash register and sitting in one of those high stools, was a familiar head a blonde sitting alone while staring down at her phone.
Stacie smiled at the girl, knowing it was Aubrey and now she finally had someone to hang out with.
Pulling out her phone, ready to snap a picture of Aubrey and send it to her through Snapchat, Stacie froze when she also saw another familiar blonde walking up to the stool next to Aubrey, wrapping his arm around her waist. Luke was there. And what she remembers from school was that he wasn't even in student council.
His movement and arm wrapped tightly around the blondes waist made Stacie's stomach churn in jealousy but she tried to not think much of it since it could be a coincidence. Over thinking and overlooking a certain scene was something Stacie never did and she wasn't about to start flipping out over Luke's gesture when really, it could be a friend thing he does. She also wants to believe Aubrey when she tells Stacie that her and Luke are just friends because she trusts the girl.
That feeling soon fades away though when Luke leans in and places a not so friendly kiss on Aubrey's lips and Stacie sees the blonde smile when their mouths connect.
Stacie's stomach twisted into knots and she feels her heart shoot up into her throat. Tears began to pool in her eyes as she watches the kissing couple and knows she is seconds away from blowing.
Turning off her phone and shoving it back into her pockets, she turned back towards the direction she came from and started walking back home.
All of a sudden, she wasn't hungry for pizza anymore
There was no time wasted before Chloe opened the door to her room and she wrapped her arms around Beca's neck, crashing their lips together in a hungry manner.
Beca instantly sighed into the kiss, closing the door and gripped at the redhead's hips forcefully as they walked backwards to Chloe's bed.
"Wait-" Chloe mumbled against Beca's lips. "Lock it this time." She didn't need her brothers walking in on her and Beca again especially with the way things are headed now.
"Good idea." Beca placed one last peck onto Chloe's lips before she separated and locked the door to Chloe's room. Walking back and watching Chloe take off her boots and slide onto the bed, she discarded her hat as well, joining the other hat on the redhead's floor.
Taking off her boots, she climbed up Chloe's bed, hovering right above the redhead and connected their lips back together.
"Oh my God you still taste like those nachos," Beca mumbled against Chloe's lips, earning a soft chuckle from the redhead. Thank God Chloe found that to be humorous because now that Beca thought about it, that could've definitely been a mood changer.
Snagging Beca's bottom lip in new teen her teeth, Chloe pulled the skin until it wouldn't stretch any farther. "I can't wait to see what you taste like." Chloe growled into Beca's mouth, releasing her lip back to normal.
Beca's body, (mostly her lower region) twitched at this comment and felt heat start to bubble in the pool of her stomach. She could feel her sanity hanging on by a string and it wouldn't take much more from Chloe to push her off the edge. All she could think about was how she hoped the pineapple juice kicked in or she had to engulf in all that torture for nothing.
Her hands started playing with the buttons of Chloe's plaid shirt until all of them were undone and she lifted Chloe up by her hand on the redhead's neck and pulled of the clothing, leaving her only in a black tank top.
Without hesitation, Chloe crossed her arms and hooked her fingers underneath the hem of her tank top, breaking the kiss shortly so she could lift the shirt up and off her head.
Beca's eyes scanned the redhead's body underneath her and for some reason, this was a much better view than the time in her jeep. Eyes landed on Chloe's chest and even though she has already done this before, she felt nervous all over again.
"Your turn," Chloe purred, her fiery hair flared out across the pillow, looking a lot like some ginger goddess.
"What is this strip poker?" Beca snickered playfully.
"Mhmm," Chloe only hummed in response as she pointed to Beca's shirt with a flirty grin and eyes blown with lust. She placed her hands on top of Beca's thighs, eagerly awaiting for Beca to take action.
Hooking her fingers at the hem of her shirt, Beca started lifting up the clothing that Chloe was watching like a hawk.
As Beca was lifting her shirt and her stomach was now in full view, Chloe caught a glimpse of the lacy, navy blue under. "Is that a new bra?" Chloe asked as Beca pulled the rest of her shirt off her arms. Her fingers took no hesitation with brushing against the brunette's sides and feeling her toned muscles twitch underneath her fingertips.
Beca snickered at the question. "Sadly, yes. Stacie made me go shopping and claimed that you'd like it."
"Well kudos to Stacie because I love it," Chloe growled as she yanked Beca's face down to her's with her hands, biting once again at the bottom of Beca's lip.
A full shot of arousal blasted through Beca's core when she felt the hands that were scratching against her abdominal move up to her breasts, giving them a firm grope when the redhead's palms were filled.
Beca was unable able to contain the moan that slipped through her lips when she felt Chloe's hands shift to underneath the bra. Soft hands grazed against her flushed skin and puckered nipples. Beca moved her hands and was about to do the same to Chloe's chest until remembered that they were in the middle of playing a little game.
Pulling away from the kiss, Beca opened her eyes to meet Chloe's. "Your turn," Is all she said as she watched an amused smirk break past the redhead's lips.
Before she knew it, Chloe's bra was detached from her body, exposing a set of very perky breasts that made Beca's body freeze. Beca's mouth hung open at the sight, causing Chloe to giggle. They looked even better than Beca has imagined.
"You like what you see DJ?" Chloe asked teasingly with a smirk, making Beca's toes coil at the new nickname. How was it possible for one person to be this hot?
Beca was pretty sure she was staring at Chloe's chest like a ten year boy who just saw a pair of tits for his first time ever but couldn't shake how amazing this moment felt. And it wasn't all a lie since this was in fact, the first pair of boobs she has seen, not including her's or Stacie's.
"God yes," Beca was able to wheeze out and not able to control her hands as she grasped onto Chloe's chest, receiving a low moan when she squeezed the flesh.
Beca took no time to reconnect their lips together and keeping her motions with her hands up to speed. She swallowed every last moan released from the redhead and savoured the redhead's taste in her tongue.
Chloe broke away from the kiss, causing Beca to freeze, thinking that she did something wrong. But the look deep in Chloe's eyes and the way she gnawed on her bottom lip as she stared into Beca's eyes was a reminder that she did absolutely nothing wrong and in fact, did something right.
"Your turn," Chloe's voice was husky and low.
Beca has heard the redhead talk many times before, especially in a flirty manner but this, her tone right now, was straight coquettish and made Beca lose all the sanity left in her tiny form.
What she also felt though was her nerves again. She knew Chloe meant that she wanted her bra to be taken off but something about the thought of her exposing her chest to someone else made her insecurities flood her mind.
Noticing that Chloe sensed this hesitant demeanor from the brunette, she kissed Beca one last time before using one of her hands to undo the hook on Beca's bra, sending the material to slide down her arms.
Beca covered her chest at first, not wanting Chloe to see her just yet.
Slowly, Chloe used her hands to tug Beca's arms away from her chest, giving a reassuring nod to let Beca know she was okay.
Knowing that she could trust Chloe, Beca's arms followed down with Chloe's hands, exposing her nude chest out in the open for Chloe to see.
"You're beautiful," Chloe whispered, brushing her hands up Beca's sides and above her ribs, just under the bottom of her chest.
Beca believed her and for once, she felt admired by the way Chloe was staring at her now. In a sense, she felt beautiful.
Chloe was smiling brightly at Beca and she couldn't help but kiss her, and kiss her hard as Chloe's hands made their way up to Beca's breasts.
Everything now was going faster and soon, Beca's jeans were off and same with Chloe's. As they contained kissing, and their legs were tangled together, (thank God Beca shaved) Beca started feeling brave to move her hand down the redhead's stomach, closer to her core.
It might seem that Beca was ready and prepared for what is about to go down but in reality, she wasn't. Her hand was shaky as it moved across Chloe's toned stomach and her breathing shifted more into pants and became more ragged. She tried to remember everything that Stacie but her thoughts were jumbled up and she couldn't think straight anymore.
She knew that her and Chloe have already gone too far to pull back now so, with a timid shove, she lifted the edge of Chloe's underwear so her fingertips were barely underneath the fabric.
"Wait," Chloe grabbed onto her hand making its way underneath her underwear.
"Oh thank God." Beca rushed relieved, grateful that Chloe stopped her movements. She paused her hand and looked into Chloe's darkened, blue eyes.
Chloe scrunched her eyebrows confused as to why Beca was happy about being stopped. "What?"
Moving her hand up and laying it flat against the redhead's stomach, Beca released a heavy sigh. "No matter how much I really wanted to go farther with you-even after what a wonderful night we just had, I just... couldn't shake my nerves away."
"Why are you nervous, Becs?" Chloe asked as Beca rested her head on Chloe's nude chest.
"You probably are going to laugh at me," Beca chuckled against her skin, drawing patterns with her finger across Chloe's stomach. "It's stupid."
"I bet it's not." Chloe said, placing a kiss on top of Beca's brown locks. "Tell me," she urged.
Feeling that familiar wave of uneasiness, Beca released another long exhale before continuing. "I'm like a…" She started as her words began to tangle with each other. "-virgin or whatever."Beca breathed, closing her eyes at the realization of what she just spilled. " All that Mitchell's Magic shit going around school isn't true. I never had sex before...with anyone."
Chloe didn't say anything for a while and it made Beca feel a thousand times worse about the situation. She even felt a little embarrassed that she had to tell Chloe this.
After a while of silence and Chloe brushing her fingers through Beca's hair, she finally spoke up. "So am I."
Beca knitted her eyebrows together, thinking she might of heard Chloe say the wrong thing. "What?"
"So am I," Chloe repeated. "I'm a virgin too."
Wow. Beca was definitely not expecting that to come out of Chloe's mouth. "You are?" Beca lifted her head off of Chloe's chest so she could make eye contact with the girl.
Chloe nodded her head timid at the question."Is that so hard to believe?"
"But you seem so….. confident with sex."
"Thanks… I think," Chloe chuckled with a puzzled face, one eyebrow raised.
"Not in a bad way I just-" Beca shook her head to make sure she was about to tell Chloe the right thing without it coming out wrong. "I figured you weren't because have you seen you? You're gorgeous!" Chloe blushed at this, making Beca feel a little better. "Unlike me who is just a virgin because I'm socially awkward."
Chloe brought Beca in with a hug, resting her chin on top of the brunette's head and Beca nuzzled into her neck. "You're not socially awkward and there is nothing wrong with being a virgin. It took a while for me to realize that since Tom and past boyfriends always wanted to go further with me but I never let them. That's probably why most of them ended up cheating on me since I wasn't giving them what they wanted."
"Tom is an asshole," Beca snapped harsh. "Actually, anyone who would cheat on you is an asshole."
"Thanks, babe." Chloe gave Beca a chaste kiss. "I stopped you from going any further because you're my first actual girlfriend."
Beca's eyes stretched wide. "Wow. You're just full of secrets aren't cha Beale?"
"Didn't I tell you that the first day we met?" Chloe challenged with a grin.
"Actually it was the third and sadly, you did." Snickering, Beca tightened her hold on the redhead. "Well I'm glad you stopped me. You're actually my first real girlfriend too and if we are both virgins, I want to make sure it is one hundred percent perfect when we get to that level...not saying tonight was."
"I agree," Chloe responded, brushing her finger tips along Beca's arm.
"Plus, I'm totally okay with all this top action I've been getting," Beca said , slowly inching her hand up Chloe's stomach, just under one of her breasts. "I'm totally a boobman."
Chloe barked out a laugh, smacking Beca's hand away from her chest. "I'm going to the bathroom weirdo." Chloe ignored Beca's whines to stay in bed and made her way over to her door and throwing on a robe. Before leaving, Chloe twisted her head over her shoulder, flashing Beca a kittenish stare. "I'm totally a boobman as well with what you're packing up top Mitchell. Luckily for me, they are now all mine," She growled out and continued her was out of the room.
Fighting off the sudden heat between her legs, Beca exhaled deeply and reached for her jeans next to the bed, pulling out her cell phone to kill sometime until Chloe returned.
When she clicked her phone one, she saw that she had a message from Stacie that was sent, roughly an hour ago.
Jumbo Tits [11:30 pm]: We can forget about making arrangements on how to win Aubrey back because I just saw her and Luke making out in a pizza parlor. Turns out I missed my chance.
Beca read the message over and over again, making sure she was seeing the right thing. Her heart broke for her friend, knowing how much the blonde meant to Stacie and to witness Aubrey kissing someone who she was, 'just a friend' must be unbearable.
"What's the matter?" Chloe asked, hopping back onto the bed and bringing Beca into her arms.
Beca must not of known that her whole body language changed drastically enough to have Chloe comment on it. Sighing, she curled into the redhead's body, throwing her hand around her waist.
"It's Stacie."
Stacie knows she shouldn't of texted Beca, and now that she thinks about it, it was a really selfish thing for her to do. What was she expecting? Beca to just pack up, leave Chloe-her date and come back home so she could hear sobs stories from Stacie about how heartbroken she is? No. Beca shouldn't have to cancel everything just because Stacie is upset. She has worked way too hard to get this chance with Chloe but here's Stacie, texting her on the date they spent literally all day getting ready for and even spent hours learning how to line dance.
Stacie doesn't even enjoy line dancing nor does she like country music. Actually, she thinks it's fucking revolting but because it meant a lot to Beca, she threw her opinion away and helped a friend get ready for the best night of her life.
But now, she is the friend who texts their other friend telling them how miserable they currently are, ruining their night. Knowing Beca, she is probably over thinking everything and not enjoying herself on their date because she has a lot on her mind which is making Chloe curious as to why.
The last thing she needed right now is to ruin Beca's chances with Chloe. She doesn't know if she would have it in her to see her friend so sluggish and heartbroken all over again. God, she really wish iPhones had a cancel button. She even thought about texting Beca she has just been punk'd and for her to just disregard that last text like nothing even happened.
But that would only confuse the situation and or make it worse.
Stacie threw her phone on the nightstand and curled up into a ball on her bed. It was pathetic how she felt right now. Overconfidence was her thing, not this. Not, crying for the past two hours, ever since she saw the possible love of her life and Mr. Teen wolf making out in a pizza parlor like a bunch of horny, high school teenagers. And though she has stopped crying, just thinking about it makes her eyes misty and she feels queasy all over.
The pain though, that stays there. It never leaves and when Stacie thinks it's about too, it comes right back and back ten times harder. Right in her heart which makes it hard to breathe; or a ball in her throat, making it hard to swallow.
Stacie doesn't know what to do. She hasn't felt this way ever in her life and it was a new feeling. What she does know is that she probably shouldn't of put on Aubrey's cheer jacket that was hung up in her closet because it smelt like her pomegranate shampoo or when she moved her head side to side, she would get a whiff of that sweet perfume she always wears to school.
But she did it anyway and now, she was laying face first into her bed, inhaling Aubrey's scent like she was born to do so, just reminding her of something some had once, but let go.
She thinks she cried again but really, she doesn't know. She laid with her head, tears building up at the corners of her eyes, watching her cellphone that laid on her desk with a little hope that Beca would text her back.
She knows that Beca won't-she fucking knows that Beca won't respond because she is with Chloe. And she knows that it's wrong to ask for her friend to drop everything and come home but now, she is feeling very alone and all she needs is Beca.
But she knows that she isn't going to respond.
There was knocking at her door and she assumed that it was Warren checking up on her for the third time since he saw her come home tonight with streams of tears down her face. "Warren really I'm okay. I just need to be alone but thank you for checking up on me." Stacie answered to the knocking on the doors, biting her tongue to keep in the tears. She didn't know what it was but whenever she spoke, used her voice, she'd feel that uncomfortable bubble in her throat double in size and instantly, she felt the need to cry.
There was a wiggle of the door handle but her door was locked so Warren couldn't get in. She didn't respond to this because the wiggling eventually stopped and Stacie assumed Warren gave up and went to sleep.
It wasn't much later when she heard tapping outside of her window. It wasn't a loud noise but it sounded a lot similar to rocks. Stacie lifted her head and made sure she was hearing the right thing and soon enough, another rock hit her window, this time, a little harder and a little louder.
Sitting up from her bed, annoyed at whoever was doing this at midnight, it was probably some middle schoolers going around pranking, she opened the blinds to her room and suddenly, her heart swelled.
Opening her window because still, she couldn't really see anything from the height, she squinted down at the ground to catch who was throwing rocks. It was dark outside and there wasn't really any streets lights close to highlight this figure in the grass looking up at her window but they didn't need to when she saw a beaming smile and immediately she know who it was.
"Since you won't let me into your room, I decided to pull a Stacie and throw some rocks at your window until you opened up. But if you flip me off and shut the blinds, there isn't a nearby tree for me to climb." Beca joked, smiling up at Stacie who is again, crying and tossing a rock up and down in her hand. It was different this time though. They were happy tears that were falling from her eyes, not sad. Tears that made her smile, not hurt.
"W-what…" Stacie started but soon got jumbled up on her words.
She didn't know what to say because Beca was there. Beca was outside her house, still wearing her cowboy hat and plaid shirt with the boots, looking up at Stacie who was either dreaming or hallucinating because, Beca was here, right in front of her.
"What are you doing here?" Stacie asked shocked as she looked down at the smiling brunette.
"Well I got a text from my best friend saying she witnessed some pretty heavy stuff and I knew, she needed a shoulder to cry on." Beca responded.
Stacie had to pinch herself a couple of times because even though Beca's voice sounded real and her body was there, the mind can play some really fucked up tricks on you when you're upset. "What about Chloe? Your date?" Stacie said, all of a sudden worried that Beca left Chloe for her.
"We had a great night tonight, probably the best night of my life to be honest. I learned a lot of new stuff about her that I didn't know and I even asked her to be my girlfriend. Luckily, she yes."
Stacie felt something twitch inside her body at the mention of the girlfriend term. Of course she was happy for her friend but there was something weird going inside her gut. She decided to toss the thought though. That was the last thing she needed right now.
"But Chloe also learned a lot of new things about myself as well and one of them being, how much you mean to me as my friend, as my family, my sister, and once she caught that, she knew what needed to be done."
"You left your girlfriend...for me?" Stacie asked in a soft voice, internally wincing at girlfriend, again. All of a sudden it became hard to speak pass a normal volume without it coming out as a squeak.
Beca shrugged her shoulders with the same small smile. "Technically no. She let me go because I was sad and it was breaking her heart." Beca chuckled lightly, causing Stacie to do the same. "She also thinks our friendship is sweet and she really is sorry about you seeing Aubrey and Luke. She didn't even know and had to hear from you. In the words of Chloe Beale, "Stacie and Aubrey would totes, be like the hottest couple together, minus you and I of course. Luke doesn't have anything on Stacie I mean, have you seen her legs? They like, go on for miles. " Beca gave her best impersonation of Chloe which came out as a valley girl accent. She also flipped her hair, girly, under the tan cowboy Stacie picked out for her earlier.
"Don't ever do that voice again." Stacie said in between laughs. "But you didn't need to leave your date and Chloe just so your shoulder could be used as a personal tear collector."
" I know. Which is why, we are going for a drive." Beca said simply, dropping the rock from her hand and already walking over to her jeep that was still currently running.
Following the smaller brunette, Stacie knitted her eyebrows together in confusion, wondering why Beca wanted to go out this late at night. "You know I'm fine with another whiskey, movie night Becs." Stacie called out to the girl across the street from their house, getting into her jeep.
There was no response from Beca since she closed the door before Stacie was finished talking. Suddenly, Stacie's phone went off and she walked over to the nightstand to read it.
Tiny Best Friend :) [12:23 am]: If I ever smell whiskey again, I'll throw up soooo, hard pass on that. Plus, I have a full tank of gas, some new mixes I want to show you and no destination whatsoever. It will just be me and you, no talking about girlfriends, Aubrey, Luke, nothing. Just a much needed best friend ride around :)
Stacie was positive she was crying now. How in the world did she ever get so lucky with becoming friends with Beca Mitchell? No way in hell did she deserve a friend like her but lucky she got one.
Another text from Beca popped up.
Tiny Best Friend :) [12:24 am]: hurry up, Taco Bell closes at one on Saturdays and I know you don't want to see me hungry if we get there and it's closed….
Rolling her eyes, Stacie grabbed her purse from the top of her dresser, fixed her make up a little so she didn't look like a raccoon and put on some sweats before she walked downstairs.
She locked the front door and walked over to Beca's jeep, catching the brunette mid text to herself, showing a bunch of emoji clocks and reading, "take your time princess, Taco Bell is waiting."
"Great things takes time Beca," Stacie joked as she walked over to the passenger's side of the car. Already, she was feeling ten times better and that was just being in the same atmosphere with Beca.
She reached for the door handle but heard the locking sounds, preventing her from entering the vehicle. Stacie cupped her eyes against the window since Beca's windows were tinted. "What the hell Beca?" She muttered through the glass.
The sound of Beca's door opening and closing was heard from the other side, causing Stacie to remove her face from the glass and meet the brunette behind by the trunk.
"Turn around." Beca ordered stern and with a dead panned face.
Stacie furrowed her brows together at the demand but followed the directions. Once she was fully turned, back facing Beca, the smaller girl huffed from behind.
"I knew it," Beca growled annoyed and caused Stacie to turn back around with that same puzzled look in her face. Before Stacie could ask what she meant by this, Beca opened her trunk and searched for something until she came out, holding another hoodie in her hand.
"What's the matter?" Stacie asked, watching Beca hold up the the hoodie towards her.
"You're not going anywhere wearing that hoodie. I knew it looked familiar and when you turned around, I was definitely right when I read the big letters on the back, POSEN." Beca handed Stacie the hoodie. "I'm not going to even ask why you're wearing Aubrey's jacket right now because that's a rant waiting to explode. I am though, going to make you put on one of mine which overall, is better anyways." Smirking, Beca walked back to the driver's seat of her jeep.
Stacie lifted up the piece of clothing, studying the size of the material in front of her face. It was one of Beca's old basketball team's hoodie with number 8 on the back and read "Mitchell" on the top. "How is this going to fit me when I have tits and you shop at Babygap?" She heard a faint "ha ha" from the front of the car and started taking off Aubrey's jacket. When she got Beca's on, surprisingly, it fit just fine. Perfect even. Yes, it was a little tight in some places, mostly around the arms and chest region but other than that, it was cozy and snug. She also couldn't help but inhale the scent the hoodie gave off, realizing how much it smelt like Beca. She shouldn't of expected anything else since this jacket was the one Beca wears the most often.
Stacie threw Aubrey's jacket back into the trunk, making a mental note to take it out later so she could give it back to the girl and then, walked back to the passenger side, waiting to be approved from Beca.
Taking a quick glimpse at the taller girl standing outside, Beca unlocked the door to her jeep, allowing Stacie to finally enter. "Nice hoodie. Where did you get it?"
"My best friend who would leave their girlfriend just to make me feel better." Stacie smiled as she clicked her seatbelt on.
Beca started the car and began to drive, plugging her phone into the aux, readying her mixes.
With a mirrored grin,
"You're more important Stace."
Cute… cute cute! What did you guys think? Next chapter will show Stacie going through some rough times so prepare for some major heart cramps :(
Also, Chloe and Beca will get to the sexy times….. patience people XD
I got TONS of prompts for Steca which was actually surprising haha Who knew so many of you enjoyed some Steca! :D I'll try getting to those ASAP.
Thanks to everyone reviewing and following the story! You guys make my days better :)
Till next time lovelies,
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