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Rumors-Chapter 17: Just Best Friends
Stacie slowly cracked open her eyes to a slightly dim room. She must've fallen asleep doing some homework due to the physics and Chemistry textbooks scattered across her bed.
Running her hands over sleep filled eyes, she squeaked out a yawn and pushed all the books to her night stand.
Stacie was about to get out of bed until an unexpected knock flooded through her room from the outside. "Come in!" She hollered. It was probably just Beca checking up on her like she usual did.
Being right, the door slowly creeped open, revealing a tiny brunette whose hair was actually down in flawless, loose curls and wearing nothing but a black sports bra and some running shorts. Stacie assumed she just got done running-which is surprising by itself because Beca Mitchell doesn't do cardio for fun. She avoided it the best she could in high school during basketball but every so often, she'd surprised someone and go out for a jog.
But then again, she couldn't of been running if her hair looked as if she just got done doing it.
What the hell?
"Hey," Beca said with a half smile, closing the door behind her. She mindlessly walked over to the bed, joining Stacie.
Stacie tried to advert her eyes to something other than Beca's toned stomach but couldn't help but to catch a few glances of them on her way over. The girl sure had a body that Stacie weirdly seemed to admire more and more as the days continued.
Shifting over, Stacie allowed more room on her bed so Beca could sit. "Hey Becs."
"Studying?" Beca pointed to all the books piled up on Stacie's desk.
Stacie followed her finger over to the desk, shrugging her shoulders in reply. "You could say that." Stretching big, she released another loud yawn. "I guess I fell asleep." As she stretched, she felt a knot tug in her upper back, lower neck, causing her to hiss in pain and rub the area with her hand.
"Slept wrong?" Beca asked, tilting her head in concern.
Stacie could only nod her head in return. The pain was actually more tender than she thought.
"Here-" Beca shifted up to her knees, signaling Stacie to move. "Lay down."
Following the orders, Stacie twisted her body to lay flat on her stomach. As she was moving, Beca stopped her and reached for her glasses, taking them off slowly.
"You know, I bet you hear this a lot but, you look so hot in glasses." Beca whispered with a smile that wasn't like the usual smiles she usually gives. It wasn't a forced grimace like normal but instead, it was coy and flirtatious in a way. Snagging the glasses completely off, Beca placed them on the table, along with Stacie's books.
"Thanks." Stacie's voice was shaky. She didn't know why but all of a sudden she felt nervous and that there, was a feeling Stacie Conrad never felt around another person.
She resumed her movements to lay on her stomach and when she finally got positioned perfectly, hands crossed under her pillow and head, Stacie felt the weight of Beca straddling her upper thighs.
This wasn't really weird between the two of them because they always gave each other back massages. Beca would come home from a long day at practice and be a little sore so Stacie would do the honors and rub Beca out. What was weird though was that Beca was never the one to initiate the back massaging. Stacie would basically have to pry the girl into the bed and quickly use her body weight to keep down. Eventually though, Beca would relax and she'll lie if you asked her but, she secretly loves back massages.
Gentle hands moved up her spine as Beca's thumbs dug deep in the knots along Stacie's shoulders.
"Does that feel good?" Beca asked, judging by the way Stacie's eyes were fluttering underneath her eyelids and the bottom lip tucked in between her teeth at the pleasing sensation.
"Mhmm." Stacie hummed back. She couldn't really say anything else with Beca's hands working some serious magic nor could she even think straight. Especially when her hands started moving lower, down the sides of Stacie's ribcage and slipping just under the material of her shirt.
"I'm going to make you feel real good." Fingers continued to make their way back up Stacie's shirt, making the taller girl gasp for air when the tips brushed along the side of her breast.
Weirdly and all of a sudden, Stacie wasn't wearing a bra and she didn't know what happened to it.
A shaky gasp broke past the the taller girl's mouth when she felt a gentle set of teeth, yanking in the bottom of her earlobe, sending a wave of electrical shocks down Stacie's spine.
She felt Beca's hot breath spread across her ear as her back arched off the bed, allowing Beca's hands to swoop under and gently caressing the swells of her breasts. "Becs…," she panted out, barely audible. Why was she even trying to talk? She couldn't muster up one coherent thought before, why did she think she could do it now? Especially when that bite on her earlobe slowly transformed into a deep, sucking.
Stacie was losing control of her body by the second and she didn't know what has gotten into Beca to become this….sexual. They were best friends for Christ sakes.
Retracting her hands from under Stacie's shirt, Beca sat up, also taking her mouth with her. "Turn around," she ordered with so much demand, it made Stacie's lower half fill with heat. Following the orders, Stacie positioned herself underneath Beca so her back was on the bed and she was staring up into Beca's newly darkened, navy eyes.
Stacie swallowed, trying to not get herself too aroused despite the look in Beca's eyes, threatening to devour her any second.
That was all tossed away when Beca crashed her lips into Stacie's and dove her hands right back under the taller girl's shirt, palming the large breasts violently.
As a reflex, Stacie's back arched into the touch, moaning whenever Beca's fingers pinched her hardened nipples and whimpered whenever Beca stretches her bottom lip with her teeth.
"C-chlo..e." Stacie whispered against Beca's lips, already feeling her's getting swollen from the brunette's bites. "What...about….Chl-"
"Ssh." Beca cut off low and husky. Her mouth curved into that insanely sexy half smile that nearly brought Stacie to the edge. "Doesn't matter," she said, making sure Stacie understood with a slow grind to her hips, creating more frictions to their centers.
"Oh my god." Was all Stacie could get out before she was being shut up, once again, by Beca's lips.
*BEEP*
Stacie twisted her tongue in rhythm with Beca's, totally ignoring the random noise she just heard.
*BEEP*
There it was again. Where was that noise coming from?
"Turn that noise off." Beca growled into Stacie's mouth, leading one of the hands that was under her shirt down Stacie's stomach and brushing the brim of her shorts.
*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP*
The noise was getting louder, and faster.
"I want to fuck you." Beca's fingers slid under the elastic as Stacie's stomach muscles tightened at the words and where Beca's hand was determined to go.
*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP*
"God, I want to fuck you so bad Stacie."
*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP*
"FUCK!" Stacie slammed her hand down on her alarm clock, silencing the device and pretty sure breaking it. Turning back over in bed, she woke up to an empty room with no Beca straddling her hips and definitely no making out.
She managed to blink away the memories of her dream but couldn't shake how her body felt afterwards. Sweat layered the bare skin on her forehead and chest-while heaving for air and felt a throbbing pain in pulsing between her legs. She tried to elevate herself in bed but the motion only cause her to jerk at the sensitivity, sending her straight back into the lying position with a monstrous groan.
She threw her arm across her eyes as her chest still fought for the sudden lack of air.
"What the fuck was that?"
"Stace you coming?!" Beca yelled from the downstairs where she was patiently waiting for her friend so they could go to school.
Stacie came down seconds later, looking flustered with bags under her eyes, hair slightly messier than her usual sleek perfection and wearing no makeup. Once Beca got a full glimpse of Stacie's image, she knew something was up.
"Sorry I'm running late," Stacie said but without Beca catching the lack of eye contact her friend was avoiding. She slugged over to the kitchen to make her daily morning coffee with Beca following right behind.
Stopping Stacie from pouring a cup, Beca grabbed her wrist. "I already made you one." Which was like odd that she had to remind Stacie since she always made the girl's morning coffee before school. She pointed over to the kitchen table where Stacie's favorite mug and a to-go muffin was set on top.
"Oh-" She placed the empty cup back into the cabinet. "Uh, thanks Becs." Offering a tight lip smile, Stacie walks over to the table to grab the items.
Knitting her eyebrows together, watching the leggy girl, "you good Stace?" Beca asked in concern. Stacie wasn't looking like her normal 'glowy' self and she was acting nervous in a way. Like she was on an awkward first date or performing for a debate competition she would participate in for school. Beca knew all the signs and though rarely the girl hardly ever showed them, they were going off like a metal detector.
"Oh y-yeah," she said and Beca knows she is lying. "You ready to go?"
For a brief second, Beca studied Stacie's appearance again in silence, wanting to push her friend into talking about whatever was bothering her but also, knowing that she hated when people did that to her. Instead, she nodded her head faintly and both of them headed out to the car, ready for school.
Beca was scavenging through her locker for all the supplies she needed for class trying not to think about how awkward of a drive she just experienced with Stacie. Never, did they drive in silence with only the music playing in the background. Stacie always had something to say and whether it was about her new eye candy or school, there was always conversation between her and Beca.
But today, there was no conversation as Stacie stared out the window of Beca's jeep, biting her lip, twiddling her thumbs in her lap while Beca occasionally stole glances at the girl, fighting the urge to break the silence.
And always, since school started and actually, since they met in grade school, they walked each other to class. But Stacie said she had to meet someone before class and at the blink of an eye, she was gone, disappeared from Beca's side.
Beca maybe thought that she upset Stacie sometime throughout the weekend, but discarded that thought when she realized that Saturday, they enjoyed a little road trip together and she wasn't acting any different; besides being hurt about the whole Aubrey situation and Sunday, Beca talked about her date with Chloe as they had a pizza night with her dad and she seemed just fine.
She didn't know what was going on through her friend's head and honestly, it was a little worrying to her.
"I can see the knobs turning in your head from all the way down the hall." Arms snaked across Beca's sides from behind as she felt a chin rest on her shoulder.
Relaxing into the touch, knowing it was Chloe by the whiff of her scent, she leaned her head into the redhead's, resting her hands on top of the ones connected at the front of her waist. "Hey." The first smile of the day spread across her face.
Both of them decided mutually to not keep their relationship private but also, not to make it public. People didn't need to know about their relationship and really, it was no one's business but theirs. Students will believe whatever they want to believe but Beca and Chloe promised to not let any of the spread rumors affect their relationship.
"Can you tell me what has your head turning so early in the morning? I know your attention only starts working around lunch time."
Beca felt Chloe's smile pressed on her cheek before she turned around in the redhead's arms. "Stacie is acting weird."
Chloe scrunched her face. "What is she doing?"
"She's just acting...weird you know?" Beca questioned for agreeance and Chloe nodded her head. "Everything was fine this weekend and we even hung out all last night and had a great time. But then-" Beca sighed, closing her locker and started walking down the hallway towards their class. "-she woke up this morning looking like a zombie. Totally not Stacie's original look."
Chloe snickered at the comment. "Yeah definitely not. Her usual look is like a goddess with perfect hair." Chloe joked with envy that she wasn't even trying to hide. "Actually, perfect everything. Must be nice," she corrected while eye rolling and Beca stopped in her tracks, tugging Chloe's wrist to keep her from walking.
"I think you're perfect."
Beca's voice was honest and she could see a slight blush rise to the Chloe's cheeks at the compliment. But then, the redhead rolled her eyes again, making Beca snicker at how adorable one can make a simple gesture look.
"Come on you cheese ball," Chloe said, grabbing Beca's hand, connecting their fingers together and they know other students are starting to watch the interaction but they couldn't find it in them to care. It was only a matter of time before another rumor musters up about the couple. Might as well take advantage of the moment of silence together before everyone gets up in their business. "But tell me more. Why is Stacie acting weird?" Chloe urged with sympathy. She actually really likes Stacie and most of her feels bad for the girl, knowing what Aubrey and Luke did must've really took some damage on her.
Beca sighed again, not really knowing why Stacie was acting the way she was but for sure knew something was up. "I don't know Chlo. She isn't really saying anything and when I ask her about it, she ignores the question or changes the subject."
"Do you think maybe it still has to do with the Aubrey situation?" Chloe suggested. "I mean, it's Monday now and she has to deal with them in person so that could be a reason."
Beca didn't really think about that. Stacie had all weekend to avoid Aubrey and Luke but now, she has to see and be with the blonde through majority of her classes, especially choir where she has to sit and watch Aubrey and Luke be together. She can only imagine how hard it would be for Stacie to sit through all of that and couldn't even think about how awkward it would be.
So maybe that was the reason. "That's true." Beca agreed, nodding her head. "I bet seeing Aubrey with Luke or even being with Aubrey alone is the last thing Stacie wants to do. Have you talked to her since?"
They walked into their anatomy class and over to their usual seats. Beca waved at Jesse from the back of the classroom, still shocked that the boy actually sits back there and can see. The raise of his eyebrows and smug smirk didn't go unnoticed by Beca as she looked down at her hand and saw it was still connected to Chloe's. Rolling her eyes, she broke away to sit down at her desk.
"I talked to her Sunday morning," Chloe replied, snatching out her binder for class. "She is still saying that her and Luke aren't really dating… but also they're taking it slow. If they're taking it slow, it means that they are dating. I just don't understand why she isn't being honest with me. Playground dates never lie to each other." Chloe seemed genuinely hurt that Aubrey was keeping secrets from her-who supposedly were, best friends.
"I'm sorry Chlo," Beca apologized, reaching out her hand to grab Chloe's in her desk. "Maybe try talking to her again. There has to be a reason to all of this. I cannot see Mr. twilight and general Posen getting it on."
Chloe laughed out loud, swatting her hand away from Beca's grip. "Don't you dare say, 'getting it on' when talking about sex. What are you five?"
"Maybe." Beca countered with smirk before the teacher walked through the door, placing a bunch of scan-trons on his desk, along with a stack of papers.
"Damn. Do we have a test?" Beca panicked when seeing the materials the teacher usually has when giving a test. "I'm for sure going to fail," she responded dead panned, and Chloe gave her a disappointed look. One like a mom would give when disciplining her child.
For Chloe, anatomy was easy, like she was born to know the human body, inside and out. She was even a great tutor, when they actually studied. Recently though, Beca has been studying the anatomy of Chloe's mouth rather than the needed material for class. But what can she say? At least she knows that.
"Alright class-" Beca was right with the test as she watched the teacher pick up the papers and start passing them out to the first row. "-I hope all of you guys studied for the quiz today."
"Sadly no. My girlfriend was too busy taking advantage of my face to study." Beca whispered under her breath, catching the way Chloe's face lit up at the mention of girlfriend but also, scowling her at the mention of her taking advantage.
"You are just as big as culprit Beca Mitchell. I didn't see you stopping me and I definitely know your hands didn't just sneak up my shirt coincidentally. " Chloe retorted with a devilish smirk that Beca couldn't help but want to kiss right off her mouth.
"The quiz has a limit of forty five minutes, all multiple choice with some true or false," The teacher said, handing Beca a copy, as well as Chloe.
He was about to continue with his instructions until there was a knock on the door and a familiar blonde was standing in the doorway which instantly made Beca's stomach twist in rage.
Does this girl have a death wish?
"Oh Ms. Posen." The teacher greeted with a smile. He obviously was a big fan of Aubrey based on the unusual kindness he was sporting towards the girl. Teacher's pet. "What can I do for you?"
Aubrey gave a wave and a shy smile. "I need to talk to Beca real quick." She glanced over towards the brunette, not missing the grimace coating her eyes. Aubrey wasn't exactly Beca's favorite person at the moment- not that she was from the start but, definitely not now knowing she hurt her best friend. Catching this look, Aubrey continued. "It's for student council so it won't take long."
"Sure, go ahead." The teacher gave Beca permission.
"Please don't kill my best friend," Chloe said, patting the inside of Beca's thigh and watching the brunette's eyes burn holes through Aubrey's body.
Beca got up from up from her desk and walked over to the door where Aubrey was standing at. Squeezing through Aubrey and the wall, Beca stood in the hallway, watching the blonde close the door.
"I tried calling you Beca," Aubrey said, crossing her arms across her chest.
"Oh that was you?" Beca responded sarcastically. "I just thought it was a telemarketer," she snorted, earning an eye roll from the blonde. This was one hundred percent true. Aubrey would always answer the phone like a forty year old desk lady, ready to sell some merchandise off the internet. What teenager answers the phone like, "hi this is Aubrey Posen"?
"I didn't mean for any of this to happen the way it did." Aubrey tried, really tried, but all that got her was a sharp eye roll from Beca, along with an annoyed huff of air. "How's Stacie?"
Okay. This girl seriously does have a death wish. "Seriously?" Beca spoke her question amazed, like she was about to tell a funny joke. "You have the audacity to ask how Stacie is doing?"
"I care about her Beca." Aubrey's voice cracked-which went unnoticed by the brunette who was standing directly across with her arms crossed above her chest. "She wasn't in class...well isn't so I came to ask you-"
"Wait-" Stacie Conrad not in class? Beca thought, interrupting the blonde. Out of all the years Beca has known Stacie, never did the girl purposely miss class. She basically eats, sleeps and breathes school textbooks and mechanical pencils so hearing this, shocked Beca, making her worry even more about her friend and what could possibly be going on in her head. "Where was she?"
"I don't know. I tried calling her multiple times, and texted her even but haven't gotten anything back." Aubrey explained, taking out her cell phone to check if she received any new notifications.
"Well obviously she wouldn't text you back Aubrey." Beca responded sarcastically, whipping out her phone to text Stacie, hoping that she would reply to her.
Jumbo Tits [8:28 am]: Hey Stace….I'm just going to come out and say it but, I'm highkey worried about you. Since when does THE Stacie Conrad miss class for some unknown reason but when I ask to skip class to go get slushies, I get turned down. What the fuck? I'm seriously hurt but I'm going to let it slide. Please tell me where you are and if you're okay.
Beca tucked her phone back into her pocket and resumed to roast Aubrey. One of her new favorite things to do. "You sorta lied to her about your situation with Luke and ended up getting caught in a lip lock so yeah, you're probably the last person she wants to talk to."
"I know Beca, no need to inform me." It was basically a hiss out of Aubrey's mouth and it signaled students in the hallway to stare at the duo making all the noise. Beca wouldn't be surprised if one of them started yelling " FIGHT" and a bunch of other hooligans started swarming the scene. "Once Chloe told me the next morning about everything that happened and how Stacie saw us that night, I felt awful. The thing with Luke and I is…" She ran her hand through her hair, exiting a shaky breath. "-It's complicated." She continued, and Beca thinks her eyes are going to get stuck if she rolls them one more time but she can't help it when talking to Aubrey at the moment.
"I don't think making out is a complicated issue," Beca said under her breath but was loud enough for Aubrey to hear. "Are we done here? I'd rather be failing my anatomy test then talking to you at the moment."
An unnoticed clipboard appeared from behind Aubrey's back, making Beca stare at the paper on top, confused, as the blonde started scanning through the notes. How did she not see that before?
Finding a blank space on the sheet, Aubrey started again, "I actually did come here to talk about Student Council committee stuff with you. I hear that you're a pretty good DJ. Is that true?"
"I mean…. I uhhh, guess?" Beca didn't want to come off as one of those asshole, cocky musicians since she has no room due to not even being close to one. But with all the praising she has gotten from Stacie throughout the years, her dad, now Chloe, hell, even her mom liked her stuff, she couldn't help but be a little confident. "Why?" She asked, trying to sneak a peek at the paper Aubrey was holding.
"Homecoming needs a DJ. We are kinda desperate since all the other ones we have been in contact with want a ridiculous amount of money. With what they want, we might as well hire Justin Bieber to perform." Beca snickered without knowing it; or even stopping it from coming out. She quickly scowled up her face again, remembering that she was suppose to be angry with Aubrey.
But she seriously couldn't shake the fact that Aubrey could be asking her to DJ at homecoming.
"Think you could manage a couple of hours? I know you'll want to probably hang out with your new girlfriend, congrats by the way." Aubrey gave a tight lip smile that was mirrored by Beca for a short amount of time until she realized what she was doing again. Be angry Mitchell! "But I can fix up a playlist that you can play whenever you want to go dance or whatever. We will pay you and everything." Aubrey handed her the sheet of paper on top, listing all of the things she just explained really.
This was a pickle. Here, Aubrey was, offering a gig-actually, Beca's first possible gig at a homecoming dance that could end up being the kick off to Beca's career. But also, here was Aubrey who, hurt Beca's best friend's heart and made her friend cry all night over a lie shared between her and Luke.
She wanted to be mad. God, she wanted to be fucking pissed and to knock Aubrey in the face (without going to jail because, been there done that, no way going back) and fucking hate her for what she did to Stacie.
But, she was offering a pretty big deal for Beca. Plus, she would get paid-which also leads to taking Chloe out to a nice restaurant or something cute like that. Who would possibly turn that down?
"Okay Posen." Beca gave back the paper. "You got yourself a DJ...but doesn't mean I all of a sudden like you again because I sure as hell don't." Beca had to make sure.
Smirking satisfied, Aubrey took back the paper and wrote something down on the blank line. Beca saw her initials be place there, making her feel all sorts of official and an actual DJ. "We will keep in touch midget."
And like that, Aubrey was gone, walking down the hallway and back to her class. Beca walked back into her's feeling, not even going to lie, excited that she got a job DJing and instantly, Chloe knew something good happened when they locked eyes from across the room.
The teacher already started the test and was patiently waiting at his desk, occasionally typing some things on his computer and making sure no cheating was going on. Sitting back down at her, Beca felt Chloe's eyes glued onto the side of her head and when she twisted in the redhead's line of fire, pale blue eyes were filled with confusion and worry.
"Why are you smiling?" Chloe whispered and Beca didn't even realize she was still smiling. "You didn't kill Aubrey did you?"
Beca quietly laughed, shaking her head at the assumption. "No I didn't kill anybody. Aubrey offered me to DJ at homecoming."
Chloe eyes lit like a lava lamp and her mouth curved up into a toothy grin. She couldn't stop the squeal that slipped past her mouth that earned a stern look from the teacher, warning the duo to quiet down and get back to their test or they would end up getting kicked out and sent to the principal's office for cheating.
"That's awesome." Chloe began again, seeing that they were in the clear from their teacher's gaze. Beca still thought it was kind of risky to be talking. "I'm so proud of you, baby."
Mush. That's what Beca's insides were now, and all to blame was the newly use of the pet name Chloe just called her. She never thinks she will get use to hearing that out of her mouth;nor does she want to. Things have been amazing for Beca so far; she had Chloe now as her girlfriend, they went on their first date-which was awesome, she has been doing good in school, choir is amazing, Stacie is great, her dad is great, life in general is great and now, she is playing at her senior homecoming, possibly with her own mixes for everyone to hear.
She definitely was living the dream that she never wants to wake up from.
"Holy shit," Manny groaned, getting pushed into the school's bathroom tiles by a leggy, black haired girl, staring at the flustered boy like a five star meal, ready to devour at any second. "You're so hot." He was admiring the predatory look Stacie had hidden in her eyes.
She shut the boy up by violently locking their lips together and pushing their bodies as close as it was humanly possible together. Vicious hands were searching for something to cling onto and finally, after a while, she launched her fingers through his semi short hair, clenching the locks through her fingers and pulling his face closer into the rough kiss while she dominated his mouth.
Remember Manny? Not that he was anything big or important but, he was Stacie's man candy the first day of school- who also made out with her in the same place they were now. Still, even after a month of school, she still had no idea what sport he played.
Oh well, it doesn't matter anyways.
Stacie never thought of having anything with the boy and knows nothing will ever happen. She just needed something to take her mind off of the recent, not PG rated, dream she just had of her best friend doing extremely dirty stuff that one would absolutely not do with their best friend.
Everything was weird and just one big fucking question mark in Stacie's head. Why did she dream about Beca? She doesn't know. Why did she have a sex dream about Beca? She definitely didn't fucking know that question and that there scared the living daylights out of her.
So, not really knowing how to handle the situation, she left Beca in the morning before school, without letting her know where she was going and went on a search for a tall, decent looking male to get her mind off of Beca's lips and instead, his.
But so far, it wasn't working.
His lips weren't as soft as Beca's and actually, his stubble was scratching the shit out of Stacie's chin and around her mouth. Beca tasted like pomegranate every time Stacie kissed her unlike Manny, who tasted like the Gatorade he drank right after his morning practice where Stacie stared him down at across the field and the protein bar she assumes he ate for breakfast.
It wasn't very satisfying.
Truthfully, Manny wasn't even a good kisser. Actually, he was absolutely fucking horrible. His hands were rough, his beard was annoying, he smelled like a mixture between sweat and cologne and his grunts and groans made him sound like he was in pain.
Beca though, was an amazing kisser; she would always nip at Stacie's bottom lip to tease when they were fake dating and with her gentle hands, she'd squeeze the area around her hips, making Stacie practically faint at the touch. The noises Beca would make when Stacie's tongue swiped a certain way or when her teeth would tug at a certain place on her mouth was beautiful, beautiful, music to her ears.
Even Aubrey was an amazing kisser. She was a bit taller than Beca so Stacie didn't have to lean down as much to kiss her although, Stacie found it ridiculously adorable when Beca would have to stand on her tippy toes to even hug her- let alone, kiss her. Aubrey was just as soft but deep inside, something would click and all of a sudden,she would become dominant with the kisses to which, made Stacie's knees feel like jello, barely keeping her up.
And Stacie shouldn't be thinking about these things when she has her tongue down a guy's throat and she clearly, shouldn't be comparing the boy to her best friend, especially when it involves comparing their lips. She didn't feel as weird when she compared Manny to Aubrey and that would briefly, make her forget about Beca for a second but eventually, the blonde would disappear and a tiny brunette would take her place in Stacie's head.
Hearing her phone chime off, Stacie pulled away from the kiss, not really missing it if she was being honest and pulled out her phone from her purse on the sink in the bathroom. Manny was in a daze, eye closed tight, his chest was heaving up and down with his hair slightly messy where her hands were and if Stacie really squinted when she looked down, she could see a bulge beginning to form right where his zipper was on his jeans.
Talk about packing small.
Opening her phone, she groaned when there was a new message on the screen. It just had to be the one person she has been trying to avoid since morning.
Tiny Best Friend [8:28 am]:Hey Stace….I'm just going to come out and say it but, I'm highkey worried about you. Since when does THE Stacie Conrad miss class for some unknown reason but when I ask to skip class to go get slushies, I get turned down. What the fuck? I'm seriously hurt but I'm going to let it slide. Please tell me where you are and if you're okay.
Something balled up in the middle of Stacie's chest when she read the message. It was a painful feeling, a sick feeling, or even an upset feeling. It was the feeling of being loved and leave it to Beca to of course, care so much about Stacie and how she is doing. And Stacie knows she is being immature about the situation, ignoring her best friend, skipping class, using Manny to run away from her problems but really, what else was Stacie suppose to do?
She had no one to talk to about this and usually, she would go to Beca when she needed to talk. But obviously, she couldn't talk to Beca if Beca was the problem.
Turning off her phone with a heavy sigh, not replying, she shoved the device back into her purse before she picked it up off the sink.
"Where are you going?" Manny asked, watching Stacie fix up her hair and reapply her lip gloss to make it look like she didn't just skip class to instead, make out in the school's bathroom. She is even pretty sure they're in the male's bathroom so explaining that to someone who caught her would be tough enough.
Finishing up, Stacie twisted in his direction, cringing when she already saw he now had a full on hard on. Boy are so pathetic. Why can't they control their hormones? "I'll text you." Stacie shrugged; she really wanted to just leave so she could sulk alone.
Without hearing his response, knowing it would probably be a desperate beg, she left the bathroom and walked out to one of the school's benches when she saw no one was outside.
At least now she could maybe take the time to straighten things out in her head before her thoughts build up a mind of their own.
Beca still hasn't heard anything from Stacie; nor has she seen her and it was already time for lunch. She waited out by her locker in case Stacie would drop by like she usually did so they could head down to the lunch room together but turns out, something didn't urge Stacie to join Beca for lunch.
Giving up on waiting, Beca closed her locker, eyes lowered and face slumped to the ground. What was Stacie's deal and why was she ignoring Beca? Really, it was starting to piss Beca off if she is being honest. They always told each other everything but suddenly, Stacie is starting to keep secrets?
She walked down the hallway, texting Chloe that she was on her way down to the lunch room until she noticed someone sitting outside on one of the school's benches with her legs crossed underneath and her head buried in her palms. Pushing open the doors to the school, Beca squinted her eyes at the bright sun, walking over to the girl who, before she even looked up, knew it was Stacie. Even from the distance.
Beca sat down besides the taller girl, hesitating before because she didn't no if she was welcome since Stacie still had her head glued into her hands, having Beca's presence unknown.
Clearing her throat caused Stacie to lift her head, revealing her eyes which resembled exhaustion, almost twice as much as how they looked before school. "Hey," Beca said when she caught Stacie's eyes.
"Hi." That's it. That's all that comes out of Stacie's mouth and it is so quiet, Beca almost wasn't sure she said anything at all.
"You ignoring me for a reason orrr?" Beca's voice hinted a tease but in all seriousness, she meant it.
"Sorry Becs," Stacie apologized, genuinely, as far as Beca could tell. "I'm just…" she started with a shaky voice and played with the end of her shirt. "not really feeling myself lately."
"Oh really?" Beca asked, dry and sarcastic but with a smirk that Stacie catched, earning a small smile in return. That's a start. "You want to talk about it?" She doesn't want to push Stacie into talking about something she doesn't feel comfortable with but she also, wants Stacie to know that she is able to express anything that is going on and feel safe doing so.
There's a brief silence between the duo as Stacie broke her gaze from Beca's eyes and connected them to her hands placed on her lap and Beca can tell she is contemplating whether to talk about it or not.
"No…" At first, it comes off as she unsure about her reply. Like is was forced or something. "No I'm fine." She repeated, this time a little more confidence behind her words.
"You sure?" Beca asked again, wanting to make sure. Stacie gave her a firm nod and a shy smile but it didn't fool Beca because she knew there was something bugging her. "Okay. You going to eat lunch with me?"
Unfolding her legs out from under her, Stacie stood up from the bench, offering a hand out for the smaller brunette. "Of course." And there was that smile that Beca has missed so much from her best friend.
"I have something to tell you also." Beca took the offered hand while Stacie helped her up. They started walking back into the school and down the hallway to the cafeteria. "I get to DJ at homecoming."
Stacie stopped abruptly, grabbing Beca's wrist and causing her to jerk backwards.
"Beca that's awesome!" As fast as she could, Stacie brought Beca in with a bone crushing hug to which , Beca tried to avoid being snuggled by her enormous bust.
Pulling away from Stacie with a laugh, Beca fixed her hair that got mustered in the action. "Thanks Stace. I have a good feeling homecoming this year is going to be one I'll actually enjoy this time. Especially if you and I win homecoming queens." Beca saw the corners of Stacie lip twitch into a small smile but was hastily torn away when another presence walked up behind them.
Catching this frown given by her friend, Beca turned in the direction and was greeted by a guilty looking blonde.
"Hey guys," Aubrey said and it was directed to the both of them but she kept her gaze mostly on Stacie, totally ignoring if Beca was present or not.
"Hi Aubrey." Stacie's voice was pretty intimidating and if Beca was the blonde for the moment, she'd be scared shitless.
"Ummm, I'm going to go," Beca said cautiously. She didn't want to stay for whatever was soon about to happen and could already feel the insane amount of tension between the two. "Chloe is waiting sooo, bye." And with that, Beca marched her way down the hallway, leaving the leggy girl and blonde to fight out whatever was about to go down. She even wanted to text Stacie to remind her that she didn't have bail money so if she wanted to beat up Luke, she'd be in jail until Beca got a job. But she tossed that thought away, knowing it probably wasn't an appropriate time.
"You weren't in class." Aubrey informed, as if she wanted Stacie to actually care.
I didn't want to see you Stacie thought to herself. "Yeah, I got caught up with things."
Aubrey nodded and Stacie could see she wasn't believing it. Stacie wasn't one to miss class. She'd only skip if she was on her deathbed. "I heard about Saturday night," Aubrey said and Stacie tried really hard not to remember it. "It might look worse than it it but Luke and I-I….we-" Aubrey started to jumble her words up. Taking a deep breath to relax herself, she continued. " We are complicated. What you saw at the pizza parlor, yes, we kissed and were technically on a date but we aren't together. I still really care about you Stacie and I wish things didn't happen the way they did."
Stacie wanted to scoff. Wanted to either yell at Aubrey for lying or cry to her, saying how much she missed the blonde. Either way, Stacie knew she couldn't do any options because she felt mentally worn out. It was like her body physically stopped working and her emotions mentally stopped caring. And she shouldn't be that angry with the girl since her and Beca lied to her way before the thing with Luke. So again, Stacie thought of it as karma and was ready to pay the consequence no matter how much she wanted to neutre Luke.
"It's fine," Stacie said through gritted teeth because it wasn't true. She wasn't fine and this situation between her and Aubrey wasn't fine but their friendship, and how much Stacie cares about the girl was and she didn't want to ruin that. "I mean, it kinda sucks that I fucked up my chance with you and probably won't ever get that chance again but it's whatever."
Aubrey frowned at this. "Stacie, it is not whatever. You should really hate me right now for lying to you about Luke. I feel awful that I was the one to cause all of this."
Hating Aubrey? Even if Stacie wanted to, she couldn't. What she also couldn't do though was stand here and talk to the blonde any longer. It hurt too much. When people say, 'you don't know what a good thing is until it's gone' they really mean it.
"Aubrey it's okay," Stacie lied but was able to curve a tight smile. "I have to go though." Stacie watched Aubrey's eyes tear up and knew she had to get out of there pronto before she starts to cry. Reaching her hand and brushing the side of Aubrey's forearm, Stacie gave her another reassuring smile that inside, was forced. "Really Bree. It's okay. I'll see you in class."
With one last squeeze to the blonde's arm, Stacie left the hallway, texting Manny to meet her in the girl's locker room in ten. She didn't have a lot of experience with pain and sorrow so this, was the best remedy she could come up with.
She just wanted to be done with everything.
Tuesday was hard but nothing compared to Wednesday for Stacie. Of course, it was lab day in physics so, instead of politely avoiding Aubrey, still keeping what they had between them civil, she had to work with her for an entire hour.
As far as the lab, it went by pretty fast. Stacie mostly kept to herself, helping Aubrey as best as she could without feeling that buried anger and jealousy rise from the pit of her stomach whenever she caught a glimpse of those in captivating, emerald greens.
It wasn't really awkward between them, besides for the fact she was now dating Luke and though she missed Aubrey like crazy especially, her kisses for sure, she had bigger problems on her plate such as, Beca.
It had been three days since her weird, sexual dream about Beca but that didn't erase the mental images in her mind, basically haunting her every time she closed her eyes. And it wasn't even a true haunting because, let's face it, Stacie very much enjoyed the images left of Beca from her dream but that there, was the scary thing about it. She shouldn't want to picture making out with her best friend let alone, have sex with her.
So, Stacie kept Manny in her back pocket, kind of like a gateway drug, only needing it when she started to think about Beca in that way again and for the most part, it seemed to help but just like any other drug cravings, she felt awful afterwards.
Never did she go farther than making out with the boy. Occasionally, he would get a little handsy and, like he said 'accidentally' slip a hand up Stacie's shirt but she didn't mind. Actually, it seemed to help with whatever problem she had until, his hands became smaller and she started to imagine Beca doing the touching rather than Manny.
Once that happened, she'd book it out of wherever they were making out-whether it was in the back of the library, school bathroom, his truck or an empty classroom, and find a spot to be alone so she could have a mental break down.
That's why when it came to choir today, after getting in on with Manny in his truck, she ran into the nearest girl's bathroom to grab a hold of herself.
Choir was her favorite class with her favorite people but now, Luke and Aubrey were in there, along with Chloe and Beca who have, unexpectedly, became official according to Barden's rumors.
"Did you hear Beca and Chloe are the new it couple?"
"That redhead and the girl with all the piercings are literally the hottest couple."
"God, the money I would pay to have a threesome with them. I'm not even gay!"
Yeah, Stacie heard all about it, constantly throughout the hallways. It was seriously getting pretty fucking annoying and that was Stacie's jealousy talking, not her.
Either way, she had to go to choir. She has already missed almost a full day on Monday and half of her classes on Tuesday so she couldn't really afford to miss anymore class. Plus, she promised Beca she'd stop skipping.
Taking a deep breath, she stepped out of the girl's bathroom and into the doors of the choir room. Everybody was there, including Aubrey who was extremely close to Luke, Beca with her arm behind Chloe's back, watching the redhead intently while she talked about whatever that had the girl's mouth running on speed and Fat Amy and Cynthia sitting behind, gossiping about the new 'it' couple.
Stacie walked over, taking a seat dead center in the middle of the two couples and crossed her legs, as well as her arms.
"Hey Stace," Beca greeted with her in famous half smile to which, only Stacie could mirror even though she didn't want to be here. God, if Beca's smile could kill, she'd be six feet under. Chloe leaned in front of Beca and quickly gave a large smile along with a delicate wave.
"Hey," Aubrey also greeted but her's was a little more guarded, as if her greeting wasn't welcomed but still wanted to say it.
She slipped a small smile, not one she normally gave people. Her normal was usually bigger and more toothy."Hey Bree." It was hard. Really hard to talk to the girl, still. But, she couldn't not be friends with the blonde because her heart still grew ten sizes whenever she saw her. There was feelings inside Stacie towards Aubrey that she would never be able to let go.
Gail began class and they began with talking about last Friday's homecoming performance at the assembly. Because the school year was starting to really kick in, it was time to start practicing for the quarter finals for the ICHSA's. It was only the end of September, almost October and their first actually performance was sometime in November but they still had to go over positions and a possible setlist.
Today, they worked on some dance moves to see what the got as far as rhythm. Surprisingly, Jesse was a hell of a dancer, along with Luke, but Stacie didn't seem to care too much for him because, well, he's a dick. Stacie was great, obviously because was in ballet for majority of her childhood so knowing that, you know the girl could dance. No doubt, Aubrey and Chloe were great dancers since they were on the cheer team and also, newly brought up, the poms team and when it was Beca's turn, Stacie couldn't help but truly laugh at how awkward and uncomfortable one person could be.
Stacie knew though she was a closeted dancer. Girl had moves that only occasionally, she'd pull out.
It was extremely hilarious watching her pout in the middle of the floor as the class erupted into motivating cheers, Chloe pulling out her phone to start recording and only for Beca to lightly sway her hips and if the class was lucky, they'd get a few on beat snaps in the mix.
"Put on some country!" Stacie hollered out to Gail who was controlling the music. The class was huddled against a wall, standing directly in front of the 'dancefloor'. "One dance she can do is line dancing!" Gail mouth gaped at this hidden talent and quickly, searched for some music to play, much to Beca's dismay. Embarrassing Beca was probably on the top of her favorite things to do and when she saw Beca's cheeks turn a bright crimson red as the speakers, she broke out into a loud cackle. This moment of her laughing was the first time in three days she actually heard herself do so and actually feel good while doing it.
Beca rolled her eyes, hearing the music to Sam Hunt's, Raised On It blare through the room's speakers. "I need a partner." Searching the crowd, she pulled out Chloe and dragged her out to the open space, readying her hands on the girl's hips and already beginning to spin her in crazy directions.
Whistles and cheers flooded the room as every last person's eyes were glued on the dancing couple. Stacie was amazed that Beca was able to learn so much in the few hours that they practiced before her date. What didn't amaze her was they way Chloe would giggle every time Beca dipped or turned her to a certain beat and Beca would stare into her eyes like they were the only two in the room. Totally ignoring everyone around them and it made Stacie's skin crawl, making her feel momentarily sick and a large knot forming in the middle of her throat. She felt like she was sinking in water and had to gasp for air before she would end up passing out.
Last weekend, Stacie was ecstatic that Beca was going on a date with Chloe and honestly, wanted them to end up together, wanted Beca to be happy.
Be happy with Chloe, the girl she wanted since day one.
Now though, her stomach churned when they had the look of love in their eyes and all that made Stacie want to do was destroy it, breaking up the connection forever so she'd never have to look at it again. This feeling was uncomfortable and gross and made Stacie want to leave the room ASAP so she didn't have to watch the lovely couple dance around.
"You know, you don't hide your emotions to well." A voice made her jump out of her thoughts as it came from beside Stacie all of a sudden.
Turning her head, she saw Jesse standing with a smirk that slowly faded away once he saw Stacie's state. She assumed her face resembled more of a scowl than a cheesy grin, like he figured so quickly, it made him rethink how to approach the situation.
"I've been in your situation before," Jesse simply said, switching his gaze back onto Chloe and Beca who were still dancing in front of everyone as Stacie and Jesse migrated towards the back of the crowd.
"What?" Stacie questioned, not really knowing what Jesse meant.
"I've been in your situation before," he repeated clearly. "It was in middle school, eighth grade to be exact but, it still hurt to this day."
"What are you talking about Jesse?" Stacie was obviously annoyed but also, wanted to know what the hell Jesse meant by this.
"Lauren Smith. She was a middle school angel. Every guy wanted to date her and every girl wanted to be her. She was sweet, loving, smart and funny as hell." He chuckled lightly, watching as Stacie listened to him intently as the country music played. "Weirdly enough, she was my best friend as well. All through sixth, seventh and part of eighth grade, we were attached at the hip. I could tell her everything and vice versa. She was the one person I didn't feel like I needed to impress and I could for once, just be myself for a change. It was relaxing and being her friend was simply as one, two, three." Jesse explained and still, Stacie had no idea where this was going but continued to listen. "Years went on and as I changed physically, day by day, my emotions did as well. And these emotions revolved around Lauren. I liked my best friend more than a…..friend. It felt weird at first and it was almost to a point where I didn't speak to her at all because I was starting to feel things I've never felt towards her before. Then, I started to accept those feelings of falling for Lauren but knew I couldn't say anything about them to her in person."
Why was Jesse telling her this? Is he assuming that she has feelings for Beca, her best friend? Because that is clearly not the case. "What did you do?" she asked curiously, not knowing why she wanted to know. It wasn't like she was planning on dropping the 'L' bomb on Beca any time soon.
"I was conflicted on keeping my feelings to myself, bundling them up deep inside because our friendship was to strong and I didn't want to damage it or the other option which was just coming out and telling her my feelings. I ended up choosing the second option because it got too hard to watch her date other guys and hear her talk about them daily." Chloe.. Stacie thought to herself, quietly. Oh my god. "What happened was, she appreciated that I talked to her about my feelings and was honest. Turned out though, she didn't feel the same way and cared about me only as a friend… a brother even and family doesn't date family."
Stacie saw his face form into a frown when remembering the certain moment. "Was your friendship okay?" God. If whatever she feeling was towards Beca and she ended up, for some reason, coming out with all the feelings and emotions running through her head, she couldn't imagine her life without the girl.
It would be too hard.
Jesse sighed, a slow, deep breath before continuing. "I wish I could say our friendship was as strong as it was before I came out and told her everything but that would be a lie. She said we'd still be as close as we were before and nothing would become awkward between us bu then, the late phone calls at night became less frequent and that only lead to less text messages, to less conversations, to less hello's through the hallway and eventually, that lead to us becoming just acquaintances." He admitted.
Stacie felt her stomach drop. What if what she was feeling was similar to Jesse's and she could be falling for her best friend as well? How could she handle hiding her feelings towards someone she practically spends every minute of the day with, hell even lives with? What if she figures out she is falling for Beca and right at that exact moment, their friendship crumbles? She can't nor wants to see a future without Beca in her life but also, she doesn't want to miserable while living it.
Stacie barely noticed the music turning off and Beca standing in the middle of the cheering class of students, placing a soft kiss on the redhead's lips and bit the inside of her cheek to keep her emotions in check, feeling the jealousy bubbly in her gut.
"You might be confused Stacie and even upset at what you're feeling. I also know you and Beca were never in a real relationship."
"Wait... what?" Stacie twisted her head, quickly, almost feeling a pinch of whiplash in her muscles. Only Aubrey and Chloe knew about the fake dating so how did Jesse find out?
"I know you mustered up this whole plan to make Aubrey and Chloe jealous so you guys could win them over," Jesse said, turning his head over to Aubrey but without going unnoticed by Stacie.
"Jesse, I'm so sorry. I-I really didn't want to break you and Aubrey up and I-"
"It's okay Stacie," Jesse cut off with a reassuring smile. "Her and I weren't working out. We were two different people, wanting two different things. With you or without you, I don't think we would've lasted. It's okay though because we are still really good friends." That, made Stacie feel a lot better. She didn't even think about how hurt Jesse was when she practically made Aubrey break up with the boy so she could have the blonde all to herself. And since Jesse was such a sweet guy, it made Stacie feel ten times worse.
"But that's not what I want to talk to you about." Continuing, her returned his gaze back into Stacie's as the students around them started flooding out the door when the school bell rang. "You're an extremely smart girl and I know you'll be able to make it through this. It's hard to accept and hard to take action but, being in love with your best friend can be the happiest moment in your life, or the scariest. You never really know if they feel the same and you can't really talk with them about it either."
He said, just before slipping away out the doors, leaving Stacie alone in the choir room. Out the door's windows, was Beca standing with Chloe, hands connected and patiently waiting for the leggy girl so they could go home.
But how was she suppose to move now? After hearing what Jesse had to say.
Finding a push in her feet, she walked over to her seat to grab her purse and made her way out the doors.
What the fuck do I do?
Being in love with your best friend can be the happiest moment in your life, or the scariest. You never really know if they feel the same nor can you talk with them about it.
Jesse's words repeated through Stacie's head like a broken record. No matter what she tried to do, what she did with Manny, the long walks or even running through the neighborhood, she couldn't escape those haunting words.
Being in love with your best friend.
It seemed like a foreign language but a language that Stacie spoke fluently. And no matter how many times she tried to think otherwise, she can't surpass these thoughts revolving around about Beca.
Being in love with your best friend.
She doesn't know how, and she doesn't know why. She just knows it happened.
She was in love with her best friend.
She was in love with Beca Mitchell.
There was no signs, no warnings, it just hit her full on and unexpected.
Hard.
But real question. Who wouldn't be in love with Beca Mitchell? She was smart-even though she had this rebel front that made her slack on her studies. She was probably the sweetest person Stacie has ever meet but under all those scowls and her permanent pissed off face. Beca would jump in front of a bullet for Stacie if it came down to it and with that, it made Stacie realize that she was one hundred percent, no doubt about it, in love with Beca.
And maybe, there was some sort of signal or sign throughout the way but Stacie was too busy doing stupid shit to get her mind off the issue like, make out with Manny and try not to imagine him as her best friend and completely miss it.
Everything made sense now and for once, things were clear in Stacie's eyes. And all that needed to be done for this to happen was someone else to call her out on it. That person being Jesse.
At least now, she knew why she was having the dreams she was having and was feeling the way she was feeling and din't have to resort to make out sessions with a random guy.
But now, she had a big problem on her plate.
A huge problem, correction.
Stacie walked into her room, taking off her jacket after her long night walk to clear her mind and sitting down at the edge of her bed to process everything.
It was like her mind was in shock but her body was exploding with anxiety because next thing was, she was walking down the hallway towards Beca's room and knocking on the shut door when she was faced with it.
Stacie heard Beca jump off her bed with a grunt and the soft taps of her feet across the carpet getting louder and louder as they got closer to Stacie.
Opening the door, Beca beamed a smile when she saw it was Stacie. She was wearing one of Stacie's long sleeve volleyball shirts from their old high school that was extra long in the arms and some black athletic shorts. Why did she have to wear that shirt around Stacie and why couldn't she be less adorable? Preferably, Stacie would've wanted her wearing a paper bag especially with how a simple look into Beca's eyes could trigger something dangerous in Stacie.
"Hey Stace." She was smiling big, excited to see that the taller stopped by unannounced "Care to join me?" Opening the door wider so her room was in full view, Stacie caught a glimpse of popcorn bags, untouched scattered over her bed, along with some potato chips and soda. There was music playing in the background and Stacie assumed Beca was working on a new mix once seeing her laptop and headphones sprawled across her bedsheet.
"Actually-" Stacie started, already feeling her stomach start to cringe and twist due to the rising nerves. "I came here to talk to you."
Beca quirked her eyebrows together, giving Stacie a puzzled stare. "Ohhkay." Beca seemed a little worried about what she wanted to talk about but the only person here that should be shitting themselves should be Stacie. "Come to my bed."
Beca lead her and Stacie over to her bed and plopped down on top. "Oh here." She reached in her drawer and pulled out some reeses peanut butter cups, Stacie's favorite candy, and tossed them over to the taller girl who was still standing besides Beca's bed. "I got you some candy because I know you've been having a rough week and I also know chocolate makes you feel better." Beca looked up towards Stacie with big eyes and a soft smile.
Staring at the bag, feeling loved by Beca and truly cared about, that one dangerous feeling was triggered and before she knew it, she was crawling up Beca's bed, leaning over the smaller girl whose upper back was against the headboard and locking into those captivating, cloudy blues.
"Uhhh Stacie?" Beca didn't know what was going on and it was evident in her voice. "What are you-"
Stacie interrupted her question by placing her lips gently on top of Beca's kissing her desperately but also, passionately. It wasn't a long kiss and was pretty much as chaste as chaste can be but there was emotion in the simple touch and suddenly, Stacie felt alive and a spark of revival. There was only more of that added when she felt Beca's lips press back into the kiss
Surprisingly, Stacie was able to pull away and she was greeted to a look on Beca's face that was a mixture between confused and pleased in a way.
Beca opened her mouth to ask a question but was cut off by Stacie. "Let me talk." Beca nodded at the sternness and Stacie took one last breath before continuing. "You're my best friend. You get my medicine when I'm sick and even stay in bed to watch movies with me although I'm contagious and could get you sick." They both snickered. "You make me food, you get my food all the time and you always put my needs first. You know my hangover cure like it's written on the back of your hand and I can't even count the amount of times you've held my hair back when I drank too much."
"Same could be said about you. I'm pretty sure I was the last one with their head in the toilet." Beca added with a laugh.
"True but listen." Despite her giggles, Stacie still had a lot to talk about with Beca. "That night where we drank in my room and you got really drunk, I'm guessing you don't remember but you kissed me that night." Beca eye's gaped open and Stacie knew she had to talk fast before the questions start to spill out from her mouth any second. "You kissed me and something lit inside me at the feeling of your lips on mine and it was different from the other times we kissed and at that moment, there was more passion and love mixed in the equation. Then, you kept doing all the sweet things you've been doing for me since we were little but not knowing that the more times you did anything sweet, whether it was checking up on me to leaving your date to take care of your heart broken friend, that fire deep inside grew stronger and stronger. It's everything you do that makes me feel loved."
Stacie tired to swallow the knot in her throat but the newly dryness to the area made it impossible. "And I've been having a shit week so far, as you noticed but finally, I know why my head has been somewhere else." Taking a deep breath, catching Beca's concerned eyes before shutting her's tight, she knew what needed to be done. And thinking back to Jesse's story, it could end bad, or it could end good but really, there was only one way to find out. "You're my best friend and I randomly kissed you just now because…... I'm in love with you."
Silence was the last thing Stacie wanted and now, it was surrounding her in Beca's room like a poisonous gas. Eyes wide, mouth slightly open with her breathing minorly laboured, Beca was just staring at her like she was some extra terrestrial creature or a ghost.
"Please say something," Stacie pleaded weak, speaking almost bringing her to tears. This was what she was fearing the most when telling Beca how she felt. If something good was to come out of this, Beca would've already made her move but instead, she was sitting like a deer caught in a headlights with a look on her face that screamed petrified.
And suddenly, Stacie felt their friendship sail onto the rocks and for the first time ever, she had a throbbing gut feeling that she could possibly lose her best friend.
Going to leave it there. This is a serious issue that lots of people go through, including myself and there is no worse feeling than falling in love with your best friend who doesn't feel the same.
Hopefully, you connect to Stacie in some way if experienced this problem.
Keep in mind, this isn't a Steca endgame.
Till next time lovelies,
xoxoxoxo