I've been in such a funk with this story lately...I have no idea what's going on.
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Rumors- Chapter 28: Couple's Jenga
Coming home from quarterfinals with a large trophy in hand was pretty blissful to say the least. Walking into school, for Gale at least, was world stopping for her, as well as everyone else in choir. Walking around the halls, people congratulated them on the win and to let them know the Trebled Belles were being routed for. All they had to do now was create another kick ass set to win the semis that's taking place in the new year and boom, Nationals is right around the corner.
Basketball for the most mellowed out for both Beca, Emily and Jesse since their last home game before the quarterfinals. Next game scheduled was in January and since finals were in full motion, all athletic sports had to but put on hold due to regulations, as well as competitions. So, practices became less frequent and when they did happen, most of the time it would just be cut short, leaving Beca with lots of free time to catch up with school.
It was the weekend before finals and once again, Tina and Warren were out on date night. The two of them decided to hit Atlanta's downtown for some old person concert; Beca honestly had no idea who it was they were seeing, never hearing of the band's name before and found herself hanging out with the usual gang in a house to themselves.
However, this time was a little different than the previous occasion when they were left alone. Instead of filling the house top to bottom with heavily, drunken teenagers, they cut the attendance rate by more than half and in the house was only Beca, Chloe, Stacie and Aubrey. Of course, they were still drinking, blasting the music on the new surround sound in the living room that Beca insisted on buying, doing irresponsible activities high school students shouldn't be doing and definitely not studying for their upcoming tests.
Like, duh? Did you you really think they were going to spend a Saturday night, nose deep in textbooks, studying and cramming for tests?
The answer is, no.
But they were doing all these things in a small group and Beca had to say, it was a lot more pleasant than cleaning up puke and barley having shoulder room to scavenge through her own damn house. Also, it was casual and they didn't have to get dressed up and fancy-which was something she enjoyed more than anything.
Unless sweatpants and hoodies were considered fancy, with their hair tied up then by all means, Beca and her friends were ready for the ball.
Chloe brought the liquor, thanks to her two older brothers, who seem to only be wrapped around the redhead's fingers because of a certain incident. Something like a shit ton of bongs and a whole ton of weed in effort to try and hot box their own house that Chloe ended up walking in on after studying at the library for a few hours with Beca. Surprised was an understatement when the look of two, stoney bologna gingers saw their sister walking into the house, witnessing the thick cloud of the wonderful THC itself when they thought she'd be spending the night with her girlfriend.
Not being conjoined at the hip like Siamese twins, Beca and Chloe do actually spend time apart. If not, their relationship wouldn't be the healthy and enjoyable one that it is today.
And Chloe tried telling her brothers this but she think they were too high to understand when they about rambled her head off with continuous question on why she wasn't with Beca. With that, she knew she had the world in her hands because this story was in no way parent material and use it to her advantage.
Hence the bottles and bottles of alcohol she brought over to Beca's house without them paying a dime.
Stacie, being the creative mastermind that she is, turned one of Beca's most hated games into one of her newly favorites. Jenga, sure you guys are all familiar with, was the same as always. They built the tower until there was no blocks left to stack and would each take turns pulling an individual piece.
But what made this turn on the game so much fun was that each block pulled had a dare written on the wood. Something like take a shot, take a piece of clothing off, shotgun a beer. And to make it more fun, in there were dares saying give your girlfriend a kiss, seven minutes in heaven, take a body shot anywhere off your lover's body, or one of Stacie's personal favorites, give your girlfriend a good, old fashion motorboat.
Like come on! What's not fun about that? It's a perfect double date now that Beca thinks about it.
Aubrey made the group her yummy remedy of mixed drinks and brought out snack trays to keep their stomach full enough because the amount of drinking that's in each of their future was enough to shrivel up their liver since the game was in the hands of Stacie Conrad. Pretty sure more than half of those blocks in the tower read take a shot or chug a beer. So yeah, food was needed.
Just starting the game after cueing the music to a playlist, Beca was chosen to go first by a show of hands, even Chloe had the audacity to throw her under the bus. Rolling her eyes, she reached up for the first line of blocks before her hand was slapped away by Stacie's and warned that what she was trying to do was cheating. Going for another block since she somehow forgotten how to play the game and trying to find the second best option to not destroy the tower, the first date written on their was pretty easy.
"Shotgun a beer." Beca lifted up the block, reading it out loud as Stacie already was five steps a head of her and running into the kitchen to grab something sharp.
When she came back with a small knife and a mischievous glint in her eyes, "let's go outside to do this. The last thing we need is carpet damage because you're an idiot and can't pop a hole correctly in the can."
This was only half true. Beca wasn't the...most experienced with shotgunning beers and actually the first time she did it at a kid named Julian's house, she basically destroyed his kitchen ceiling, plus the ten people standing around her drenched, with the projectile explosion from the foam when she stabbed the can.
Not her fault that nobody explained clearly that the middle of the can was the tickle spot on a volcano, in her defense. Especially Stacie since she was there and knew how to do it. Bitch.
"Aren't I suppose to use my teeth, or something to puncture the hole?" Beca curiously asked when making it outside and handed the Bud Light and knife.
"Where did you read that? How To be a Egotistical Pee Brain Frat Guy For Dummies?" Stacie teased with a laugh.
"Be nice to her." Beca smirked proudly when Chloe stood up for her. It wasn't a stupid question to ask. In all those raunchy movies that's what the guys did. "As for someone who has witnessed a shotgun being done with their teeth…..brothers." Chloe added when the question as to whom formed to everyone's face. "Your smile is too beautiful to damage. I don't want you looking like Steve from The Hangover when we pull your tooth out from the can."
Wide eyes and a smirk hit Stacie's face at this information, "now that you say that.." Stacie reached out to try and swipe the knife away but only for Beca to pull it back just in time.
"Asshole," Beca mumbled before Stacie waved her to get going and saying something along the lines that she wasn't getting any younger just waiting.
Once Aubrey pulled out her phone to start the stopwatch, Beca positioned the point of the knife perfectly at the bottom of the can. With knowledge now on how to do this properly, she stabbed the can and quickly covered the hole with her thumb. As she lifted the can to crack the tab, Chloe stopped her from doing so.
"Gotta make a toast, babe."
"A toast? What the fuck? Why?" Was she at a wedding, or something?
"It's the rules Beca." Aubrey agreed with a shrug. "Especially with us going to college soon. Without a toast they could make you streak around the neighborhood, or something equally as bad as trolling. You would know and all." And a simple shrug to fluff.
It was dark outside but Beca could see that smug, shit eating grin on Aubrey's face like it was the brightest thing outside right now. Leave it to Aubrey to remind her of a horrible time in her life when Stacie and her got their asses kicked at beer pong and ended up trolling for the next game.
Becs coughed up her best sarcastic laugh and raised the beer as if she was giving a real toast. "Uh, so...I don't know how to start these, or even what to say so…. here's to taking on the worst decision but with the best people in my life." Beca smiled at the cheers she got from everybody, beer held high. "And also to my liver that is seconds away from hating my dumbass," she added quickly and readied her position.
At "go," she cracked the tab open and attached her mouth to the hole before the ice cool beer shot up towards the back of her throat, filling her mouth to the top with foam. Initially, she thought that the block she picked out of all of them was one of the easiest but now, as the burn in her mouth and the sensitivity from her teeth at the coldness from the beer was radiating down to her belly, she came to a conclusion that this was hands down not the easiest thing to do.
Surprisingly though, her tiny frame was able to conceal all the booze from the very last drop with the help of her girlfriend cheering her on, only giving her the added confidence. Once the beer can was completely emptied and a total of ten seconds later, she slammed the beer into the porch and her hands found the top of her knees immediately as she fought off the urge to burp or barf.
"Good job, baby!" Chloe cooed and Beca could feel her hugging from behind where she was bent over, trying to not explode when Chloe's arms wrapped around her stomach.
"Impressive, midget," Aubrey was glancing at her phone with the finished time it took. "Who knew you had an iron gut."
Beca chose not to come back with a sarcastic retort, knowing that if she opened her mouth who knows what would coming spilling out. Her throat was on fire, her stomach was cramping and she thought one of those baby aliens were going to come bursting from her chest at any second. Why did people do this for fun?
"You good?" Stacie asked when she saw the red faced Beca hunched over, grabbing at her sides after finally emitting a loud belch to release the pent up carbonation in her chest. Giving the thumbs up, Beca kept her stance. Her stomach was already starting to relax thankfully.
Back inside after regrouping herself until she knew she'd be able to walk again without being hunched over in pain from the bubbling beer in her gut, it was Chloe's turn next on the game of Jenga. Unlike Beca and being quite the dare devil she is, Chloe chose a block from the middle that received only a slight jiggle from the tower when she finally pulled the entire thing out. Nobody could read what was on the block as she held it up to eye level but by the way her eyes lit up in excitement, Beca knew one of them was in trouble.
She just didn't know it would be herself that was the one to take the duty of participating.
Chloe saw the raise to Beca's brow and slid the block smoothly across the table for her to take a look. Picking up the piece, she read the neatly printed black ink.
Of all options to chose from, written in sharpie read, "give your SO a lapdance," (Significant other) and knowing Chloe and her very impressive, not to mention dangerously sexy dance moves with the way the girl twirls her hips Beca gulped at what she was about to be put through.
"What's the dare?" Clueless, Stacie snatched the block from Beca's stone frozen hands and was up out of her position, heading over to the cord with Beca's phone connected to search for an appropriate song Before anyone could even blink.
Stacie, setting the mood like a pro, cued up "Body Say" by Demi Lovato and Beca swore Chloe's eyes were turning a shade darker every bass note. Lord, help me, Beca was then pulled up by the help of a gentle hand and tugged over to one of the kitchen's chairs that was brought out by Aubrey until she was sitting down.
Stacie and Aubrey proceeded back to their designated spot next to the table but still a close enough distance to watch the show. Beca had her eyes glued to Chloe, slightly terrified-yet at the same time ecstatic at what her girlfriend had planned for this dance. But with her trained peripherals, she saw a phone being lifted up in Stacie's grip, pointing directly at where she was sitting.
Not having the time to get up so she could smack the device and smug smirk off of Stacie's face, a light caress to her collarbone was felt as Chloe circled her like a vulture and Beca focused her attention back to the show.
"I've been wanting to do this for quite sometime now…" The words were purred through Beca's ear, goosebumps instantly rising and a itchy prickle was felt in her gut. Chloe moved her hands from behind purposely down Beca's chest, not shy to steal a few gropes to the covered area before inching them back up to rest at Beca's shoulders.
Chloe strutted her way back around, a lip snagged between her teeth and a mischief glint in those darkened blues. Demi's voice was continuing to blare through the speakers but as Chloe gravitated closer after rotating her hips in front of Beca, everything went numb, especially Beca's body. Chloe's back was turned to Beca and every time the redhead moved, two golden dimples at the lower end of Chloe's back would show along with her God given back muscles; Beca's kryptonite right in front of her.
Beca went to reach for Chloe's hips that were currently running off a mind of its own as they rolled into the space in between spread legs and got smacked away before she could even do that.
"No touching." Chloe's warning over her shoulder as her bottom half continued to move to the music was a mixture between coy and stern and something Beca didn't feel safe with testing if she was being for real or not.
Obeying, Beca sagged her arms to either side of the chair, not really knowing the perfect spot to place them and was mesmerized by every movement sent off by Chloe. She gripped the wood underneath the seat to grab a hold of literally anything, and also to fight the urge to touch anywhere on Chloe's body right now. Frankly, this whole scene was driving Beca absolutely wild.
A smooth change in position came next and soon, Beca was face to face with her smug girlfriend, who was operating her motions in a way that only she could loll her head back and try not to keep in any embarrassing noises that were threatening to slip at very slow grind into her front. Eyes rolling to the back of her skull at the sensation and straddled by Chloe's thighs, she only squeezed the wood underneath even harder as Chloe rolled her body in a way that should be considered a crime.
Chloe's a vixen sent from the heavens, a fucking superb dancer with a total banging body. Nothing new there.
But Jesus Christ…
Someone splash some holy water over Beca because with the view and press of Chloe's ass swaying over very dangerous territory was giving her insanely sinful thoughts that no person in their right mind should ever have.
What felt like ages of endorsing pure torture, the song eventually ended with a winded Beca, seated like a statue and a deviled redhead bouncing away back to the living room table for the next turn. Shocked, her body scorching, and very….very aroused, Beca slowly followed behind until she returned back to her normal position. It took a while, her feet feeling like cement and there was a distracting throb between her legs but she made it. Weak in the knees that for sure.
"Holy...shit!" Stacie was watching the video over on her phone with Aubrey leaning over her shoulder with equal amusement. Beca thinks they probably sat there, rewinding the clip over and over again as both their smirks only grew wider. "I thought I was good at lap dancing but fuck Red. Is that what they're teaching you at Poms practice?" Stacie looked over at Aubrey, who only winked, keeping the question to dangle.
"Some," Chloe shrugged, her coquettish attitude shifted back to her innocent, bubbly, 'don't do nothing wrong' alter ego. "I'm a little rusty but I wouldn't mind practicing more. Maybe…. a different setting with far less clothes. Some moves were very hard to do with the constricting barriers."
Beca saw the wink and felt like she was trapped in a fishbowl. Her face was still hot and probably redder than Satan's butt cheek and had to use every muscle in her tiny form not to explode with gurgling pressure built in the pool of her belly.
The dance in conclusion was the sexiest thing Beca has ever seen and ever taken part in. Matter of fact, it was mind boggling how insanely hot Chloe was when she was dressed casual; sweat pants and a tank top but still nonetheless made Beca's hormones go completely haywire. She could only imagine what it would be like as a strip tease and that visual was just enough to make the already experiment body temp skyrocket.
Chloe leaned in to place a chaste kiss at the obvious muteness from Beca since there was no way she would be able to speak clearly without it coming out as a high pitched squeak. Cooling herself down, they continued their game with Aubrey reaching out for a block next.
As they got farther and farther into the game, more and more blocks missing from the tower and the balance of the entire thing was almost too nerve racking to watch, all of the girls were pretty much hammered from shots, beers, or just drinking for fun. Of course, once the alcohol was finally absorbed in and the drunker each of them got, the more...interesting the game became.
Maybe not interesting so to say, but most definitely everyone, including Beca, cared less and less about anything, or anyone around them and the shift between innocent to heated came in the matter of seconds as nobody was aware nor took into consideration of their surroundings.
Multiple times, for example when Stacie pulled out the dare reading seven minutes in heaven-which actually turned out to be a solid fifteen minutes in heaven with heard moans from Aubrey could be heard from where Chloe and Beca were sitting, they had to drag them out by the hair just to get them to pause the dry humping occurring in a nearby closet.
The sounds only-whether it was from Aubrey or Stacie- were definitely noises that Beca was not comfortable hearing and she's pretty sure they'll never be erased from her memory.
"Stop it!" Beca picked up some baby carrots on the food tray and tossed them over at Stacie and Aubrey who were participating in a very x-rated make out session. It all started when Aubrey pulled the block that read, "kiss your SO," and everything gradually got harder and harder to watch. It wasn't until Beca saw tongue that she searched for anything to stop the couple before she ended up spooning her eyeballs out.
"Okay, ginger. You're next."
Chloe nodded her head and study the tower closely. They were at the point of the game where any block pulled next could be the one to tumble the entire thing to the table and doing that wasn't something anyone wanted to do. Not only would they have to complete the dare written on the pulled block-which also happened to destroy the tower-but also, drink some built up concoction of pure alcohol, mixed with at least a shot of every type liquor they had, including all the beer.
After Stacie purposefully and creatively gave birth to a name for the drink, calling her concoction Satan's urine, Beca fully understood why.
After testing her luck and pulling a few blocks from the bottom but got a warning wobble from the tower, Chloe slumped back with a frustrated huff. There was literally nowhere she could find that wouldn't cause the tower to fall and Beca saw this, knowing her girlfriend was screwed.
Picking around with her eyes, Chloe took a shot at a bottom piece and with one eye closed, all the blocks on top came crashing down across the table.
Stacie and Aubrey shared a relieved scream, ecstatic that they didn't have to go another round because chances were, one of them would've ended up losing the entire game. Plus, being super competitive, that wasn't an option for either of them.
"Oh no." Beca's eyes admired Chloe's adorable pout with the cause of the tower's fall sticking up in the air while Stacie and Aubrey were cackling at the inevitable that Chloe now has to do.
She was also a little bit worried about her girlfriend's well being, not knowing what the power of this so called mixed Satan's drink could do to Chloe's already drunkened state. The girl had a strong gut that's for sure and now that Beca thinks about it, she's never seen Chloe belligerently drunk before. All the times it's being Beca whose head was in the toilet, or passed out on the couch. But even with an iron liver, the drink was sure to put at least a few good dents in Chloe during the process.
Stacie emerged from the kitchen with a red solo cup and a liquid shadow filled half way. The color of the drink was already displeasing and was a dark, smoky green color thank to the green Apple Pucker and blue Hypnotic stirred inside. Beca reached for the cup and hesitantly lifted it up to steal a whiff. Instantly regret filled her eyes as well as tears when she smelt the strong scent of the mixed alcohol and slammed the cup back down on the table. Even the scent from the was enough to burn the hairs out of her nostrils.
There is no way that was safe to drink.
Beca snatched the block out of Chloe's hand to read the dare and saw it was just a kiss. "You don't have to drink that, babe." Nope. Beca won't allow that. If Chloe was drunk enough now, there is no way she'd be able to survive the night after drinking that death liquid.
"Um, yes she does!" Stacie piped in after hearing this, eyes boring holes into Beca as if she had the audacity to say what she just said. "We made a deal that loser has to drink this! No backing out now, Red!
"I'm not backing out!" Chloe cheered, reaching to grab the drink determined. Leave it to Chloe's competitive nature to coming bursting through the doors when she is slightly intoxicated. Beca doesn't know if she can watch this to be honest.
"Kiss me for good lucky, baby," Chloe slurred, eyes glassy and red as she puckered out her lips, patiently waiting for Beca to lean in. This was a dare Beca could handle.
The whole drinking poison was something she could not.
Rolling her eyes, she leaned in to place a what should've been PG rated, maybe an ify PG-13 kiss but transformed rather quickly into an R rated make out. Beca let it happen even though they obviously had an audience but she was drunk and so was Chloe.
And when she drinks, honest to God truth, alcohol makes her very...very horny, like it does with Chloe and probably everybody else that drinks it. So, fulfilling that throbbing need coiling in the pit of her stomach and also savoring taste of Chloe's lips on her's, she kissed Chloe back.
And she kissed her hard.
She only broke away from the kiss when Aubrey cleared her throat and when she did after tugging her bottom lip away from where Chloe was sucking, she was greeted with droopy, darkened eyes and a wolfish smirk that prickled her insides. It was the signature Chloe stare that informed Beca, "we are going to finish this later," and that was enough to tingle every part, top on her body, head to toe.
"Now that we got the dare taking care of, drink Red," Stacie demanded with an amused grin. Beca was still fighting off her daze after the heated make out session she just endured but quickly sobered when Chloe raised the plastic cup to her lips and began drinking.
Inside, she wanted to gag as she witnessed the bob in Chloe's throat swallow the alcohol down. The smell of the drink was awful; she could only imagine what it tastes like.
Aubrey and Stacie cheered her on with encouraging word; Stacie of course recording the damn thing again like she has been doing all night. Disgust only laced Beca's face as she watched the whole scene go down but could tell Chloe was taking it like a champ.
Her brows furrowed once she got closer towards the end of the drink, probably getting most of the hard liquor that Beca can only assume doesn't taste the best. Once every last drop is swallowed when Chloe tipped the cup up back into her mouth, she threw the plastic cup across the room and raised her hands in victory.
"Not even a flinch, Red!" Stacie praised Chloe's ability to not only chug the liquid down at an impressive time but to also drink whatever the fuck she put inside without so much of a gag. She also mentioned something about putting the video on YouTube but Beca was too busy adorning Chloe's sexiness to even listen.
"You better keep an eye out on her, Beca." Aubrey was giggling but Beca could tell she was being serious. "That was some intense stuff and though she has a high alcohol tolerance, the drink is about to catch up to her real fast."
"I will. Don't worry," Beca assured with a chuckle as she watched Chloe start to sway in her position with the music playing in the background. Surprisingly, Beca was on a good level. She didn't have to take part in as many shots as everyone else did and majority of the dare she picked just involved drinking beers- which she could handle.
Catching this stare, Chloe leaned back into Beca till their foreheads were touching. Beca wrinkled her nose when she got a clear whiff of the drink radiating off Chloe's breath. "I cannot believe you drank that." Beca chuckled.
"Do I get brownie points that I did?" Chloe cooed, slur laced in every word.
Beca snorted, her hands coming up to hook around Chloe's waist. "Yes you do."
"Do I get a kiss?" Chloe tested with a beaming smile, leaning in to close the small amount of distance left but was rejected when Beca hastily twisted her face away.
"Definitely not until you brush your teeth because I can smell the vodka, tequila and whiskey even from this distance."
Chloe pouted at first, really wanting to kiss Beca but soon, another idea popped in her head. "Eskimo kisses then?" she negotiated with a sparkle to her eyes.
There was no way Beca could say no to that look. She twisted her face back to line up with Chloe's and they rubbed their noses together. "I love you." Beca smiled when Chloe giggled again at the motion.
"I love you too." Chloe gave Beca her space back and removed her face out from their own little world to lean on the brunette's shoulder. When Beca finally had the chance to look at her surroundings, she saw Stacie staring back at her with a deadpan face and not a single blink to her eyes.
"What..the actual...fuck… did you do to my best friend?" Stacie stared at Chloe for an answer, appalled at what she just saw but when she received a mute response, she switched her gaze over to Beca who only rolled her eyes.
"I think it's cute." Aubrey shrugged, intertwining her closest hand with Stacie's and oblivious of the, "are you kidding me?" stare she was getting from Stacie. "I can only imagine Beca a year from now." She chuckled at the image; Beca can only imagine herself at the time, knowing how whipped she is already.
With the game finished and everyone sitting at a good level of buzz, Stacie and Beca sat around in the sofas while Chloe and Aubrey performed some new Pom routines they wanted some opinions on. Being people who would be out of their right mind not to take up this chance to kick back and relax as their girlfriends gave them a show, they agreed in a heartbeat.
Things were going good; Chloe showed minimal drunkenness and was still better dancer than her entire team-even under high levels of tequila. Roughly around an hour later though, not even breaking midnight yet, Beca caught Chloe's coordination starting to disappear and could tell all the alcohol hit her at once.
"C'mere." Beca beckoned her girlfriend over at the first sight of a stumble and Chloe happily obliged, sinking her all her dead weight into Beca's side, just under her arm. "You feeling okay?"
Around this time now, Beca hasn't had anything other than water to drink so, she wasn't nearly as drunk as everyone else was. Chloe nodded her head choppy up and down over Beca's sleeve to answer, wrapping her arms around Beca's waist and snuggling in closer. Not completely believing her, Beca handed Chloe the water she has been sipping on to get a head start at the sobering.
Somewhere between the last five minutes and now as Beca was too engaged in Chloe to notice, Stacie and Aubrey disappeared unknowingly from the living room. The rampage of furniture moving around from the upstairs was confirmation of where exactly they were and what they were doing.
"OH MY GOD! FUCK!" Came from somewhere in Stacie's room, the monstrous voice being Stacie's by a landslide.
Yep, her friends totally going at it and is definitely something Beca does not want to hear.
Upstairs…
"Oh my God! Fuck!" Stacie cursed in pain, reaching down to cradle her foot. Somehow in the process of going from point A to point B, she stubbed her toe on the corner of her bed and was now wailing in pain, acting like it was the end of her life before her limb got amputated.
Aubrey giggled at first, thinking it was pretty damn funny. But then, she received the death stare from Stacie that could kill if it wanted and she immediately tore that smile right off her face. "Are you okay?" she asked sincerely, walking up behind Stacie who was sitting at the edge of her bed, examining her foot for any blood. Settling on her knees above the mattress, she gently massaged Stacie's shoulders.
"No." Stacie pouted and gave Aubrey the chance to peek over her shoulder to see the injury herself.
Stacie's navy blue nail on her big toe for the most part was still properly attached to skin, with only minimal bleeding. The area was red and a little swollen but nothing too extreme. Definitely something to wail over though, and Aubrey quickly apologized for laughing by dropping a few kisses to Stacie's cheek.
"Let's get a bandaid for the booboo and get you to bed." Stacie nodded her head, receiving a kiss on the lips this time before following Aubrey into the bathroom with a limp.
Back downstairs...
Muting out whatever nastiness involving her best friend that was going on upstairs, Beca took the empty bottle of water away from Chloe when she finished gulping the remaining contents down and quickly she resumed her position back to lay on Beca's shoulder.
"I'm scared." Beca was barely able to hear this come from Chloe with the music still playing in the background.
Reaching across the table to mute the music, "you're scared?" Beca echoed, not sure if she heard Chloe right.
"I'm… freaking terrified," Chloe said again. Beca didn't really know what she was terrified of. Ghosts? Bugs? The aftereffects of being this drunk? Whatever it was though, it was greatly affecting Chloe's behavior and it was starting to make Beca worry. "I don't know what I'm going to do if we don't get into the same college."
Beca frowned at this; Chloe hardly ever brought this up now that they got a head start on applications. Now that the topic of their future together was something Beca was more open about, she still had her doubts and obviously, so did Chloe. Over the past couple of weeks in between everything going on as far as life, both of them had taken sometime out to apply to interested colleges. After researching the good ones from the bad, they created a group of possibilities that was mutually liked.
California was Beca's dream, always has been. She wanted to go somewhere that was close to the ropes of the music industry since basketball was something she wouldn't be pursuing much longer after high school. New York was also another option but since Beca hates crowds and hates people even more, it was quickly tossed out of the equation.
Beca didn't want this to be one sided when picking a state but was happy to hear that Chloe was a hundred percent okay for attending a school somewhere in Los Angeles or Orange County. Santa Barbara and even Beverly Hills were other options. So, they picked a handful and applied to their favorites.
"What makes you think we won't?" Beca asked, brushing a few strands of Chloe's curls behind her ear.
Chloe shifted up, now facing Beca on the couch but still wrapped around the arm leaning against the backrest. "You have a better ACT score than me, you are like….super freaking good at basketball so they've probably already heard of you and also, you are an amazing DJ."
Beca couldn't stop the laugh before it was already out. Chloe didn't seem to mind though and squeezed in a small smile before reminding Beca she was being serious. "First, I got a 26 on the ACT, you got a 25." Beca corrected with a smirk, earning the biggest eyeroll in response. One point was definitely not going to make her more of a candidate with all of Chloe's awards, volunteer work and experience-which Beca had only half of those.
Maybe she was known for basketball, but she highly doubts it. They were both going in unknown-which Chloe didn't agree.
"Second, I wrote most of my letters about majoring in something music wise," Beca explained. "Not once did I mention I even played basketball. I told you, I'm dropping it after my last senior game."
"Does that mean I'm not going to see you in those sexy shorts anymore that show off your cute butt….and jersey that flaunts off all your muscles?" Chloe plummeted her eyes with a putt to her bottom lip, pouting. This action caused Beca to realize how adorably drunk her girlfriend still was and is at the moment.
Lifting Chloe's chin with a finger, "maybe I'll give a secret show every now and then," Beca tossed a flirty wink.
Chloe started off giggling, her eyes still having that pop to their color. It wasn't until the tan in her face transformed to a ghostly white and her beaming smile dropped instantly when Beca knew what was about to happen next. Without so much of a warning, Chloe bolted up from the couch and ran to the nearest bathroom downstairs with Beca in tow closely behind. Besides the door slamming into her face when she got there, Beca made it just in time to hold all the red hair back before Chloe started heaving into the toilet.
"Don't look at me!" Chloe yelled in between heaves and lifted one of her hands off the toilet seat to try and attempt to smack Beca in the face, pushing her away. "Go away!"
Beca stood her ground though, knowing Chloe was probably embarrassed but clearly still needing the help. This was actually the first time Beca has ever seen her girlfriend this drunk. It was not only impressive how much Chloe could hold her alcohol but also, a total turn on. She rubbed small circles on Chloe's back, helping her get the poison out from her system and whispered little reminders of how beautiful Chloe is and how much she loves her.
"What clothes does a house wear?" Beca obviously knew that Chloe wouldn't be able to respond since duh, her head was currently in the toilet, yacking up all today's meals and probably an organ. "A dress." she finished with a snicker, laughing at her own joke.
Despite being sick at the moment, Chloe made some kind of weird chuckle noise in the toilet bowl and Beca knew instantly that her joke made her laugh. "Wanna hear another one?" Knowing Chloe was a sucker for a good pun, she continued. "When's the best time to go to the dentist? Two thirty."
"Oh my God," Chloe chuckled some more. "Shut up."
"I'm here for you, baby." Beca could tell not everything was out of Chloe's system. "Also, do you wanna made take some shots of Whiskey when you're done, maybe a few….Tequila shots to ease the tummy?" Like magic, Chloe threw her head back into the toilet and continued to puke. Nothing like having a good ol' talk about the alcohol that put you in this situation in the first place without it somehow rising back up.
Works everytime.
Once Beca knew Chloe was finished, she kicked up her foot to flush the toilet, avoiding the God awful stench that was filling the bathroom and filled up a cup so Chloe could rinse out her mouth. She also made a mental note to kill Aubrey and Stacie for making her poor girlfriend drink all that mixed alcohol-which ended up placing Chloe face down in the toilet.
Suddenly though, as Chloe spit out the water into the sink, she fumbled to the bathroom's floor with tears streaming down her face.
Beca saw this and instantly kneeled down next to Chloe. "What's wrong?" She hugged Chloe with both arms and immediately her girlfriend's forehead connected to her collarbone.
"I don't want to be separated from you." Chloe cried into the cotton of Beca's shirt. "I love you so much and want to go to the same school as you and watch you become famous with your mixes and be there to support you like a good girlfriend does."
"Baby, we will," Beca assured, dropping a kiss to the top of Chloe's head. "We applied to a shit ton of schools that we both like. Out of the group, one of them has to chose both of us-if not all of them."
"I can't even imagine not being with you as well as Aubrey. I'd be alone." Chloe cried even harder.
This was the part Beca hated. She hated it the most because she could relate the easiest to this. Stacie, her best friend, is something she can even imagine living her life without. But looking at the inevitable and also test scores, Stacie is most likely looking into big schools like Harvard, or Yale, both of these schools being in Massachusetts and Connecticut and no where near California unless hopping on a plane.
She braces herself for the goodbye but tries to avoid the thought of being split from a person that she loves her whole life with. It was too painful to think about so why do it now. She wants to enjoy the last couple months with Stacie not dwell on the problems.
That's what graduation is for.
"And I can't even imagine my life without my bubbly redhead and jumbo tits either. That's why we are going to do whatever is it to not let that happen." Beca moved her shoulder so Chloe could look up at her. Staring into those big blue eyes that were filled with tears, she smiled and wiped away any wetness along Chloe's cheeks. "You aren't getting rid of me, Beale. I promise. I'd follow you to the moon if there was a university up there."
For the first time in a while, Chloe copied Beca's smile with a watery laugh, "I'd follow you too."
"We just have to wait and see, okay? Everything is going to be fine." Chloe nodded her head, moving back to lean her head against Beca's chest. The nod was believable and it relaxed Beca down a bit.
Only time could tell where they'd end up. All she had to do was be optimistic for a change, trusting her gut on this one.
They say in silence for a bit, Beca tickled Chloe's back and placed a kiss on her head every now and then. Soft snores came from where Chloe was laying her face and Beca assumed she was starting to fall asleep.
Giving Chloe's butt a light tap, "okay, drunky. Let's get you to bed."
Beca woke up to a shuffle in the sheets and sudden coolness where body heat once was. She squinted an eye open to see her arms empty, redhead free, and saw a shadow moving around with a stumble through the room. It was dark still; Beca assumed they've only been asleep for a while.
"Chloe?" Beca sat up and whispered to her girlfriend. Worry hit her suddenly as she thought Chloe was getting up because she had to be sick and she threw the sheets off her body to follow closely behind.
She made it to the closest bathroom and in there was the absence of her girlfriend, letting her know Chloe wasn't sick. Confused as where she could've gone, she heard some tinkering around going on downstairs and decided to take a peek. Downstairs is deadly silent, other than the noises coming from the kitchen and crickets outside the windows.
And Beca prayed that it was Chloe making all the ruckus and not a serial killer waiting for the perfect time to slaughter her after doing the same to her girlfriend and friends. Not only did she not have the endurance nor strength to get away safety but also, her lack of survival were borderline nonexistent with her knowledge on surviving a scary movie.
"Chloe?" Beca whispered again, slowly tip toeing along the tiles to stay as quiet as possible. When she didn't receive so much of a sound in return, she tried again. "Chloe!" Getting a tad bit skittish being up so late, walking around a dark house with no parentals whatsoever, her whisper came out as a louder hiss.
The kitchen is right around the corner as she slid her back against the walls like a double agent. Briefly peeking her head around the corner, what she saw wasn't a serial killer who just happened to break into her house but in fact, her intoxicated girlfriend, rummaging through the fridge for what looks like, food.
"Chloe?" This time when she whispered, Chloe tore her focus away from the the inside and over to where Beca was standing in the kitchen's entry. Her balance was off-thank God the fridge had handle to keep her from tipping over- and her eyes were heavy, confirming that she may or may not still be slightly drunk.
The light from the fridge showed Chloe's mouth curving upward into a cheesy grin and her eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. "Baby, I'm hungry," she whined like a child. All she needed was a stomped foot and she'd be good to go.
"You're also very drunk," Beca chuckled, moving her way up to Chloe in front of the fridge. God, Chloe was adorable. Even if she did disrupt Beca's beauty sleep.
"Still, I'm more hungry than anything," Chloe countered and went back to look through the fridge with determined eyes.
"Well obviously. You yacked up half your body not too long ago." Beca laughed slightly at the memory now that it was finally over. Looking back at the moment, it wasn't all that funny then. She figured she'd share a laugh at the joke but only received sharp a scowl.
"That's not funny." Chloe pouted adorably, her eyes still having that sparkle Beca's learned to love so much. "I don't feel very attractive after you seeing that. Do you still think I'm pretty?"
"Pssh," Beca tossed a nudge at Chloe's shoulder-which wasn't the brightest thing to do with the girl's lack of balance and had to keep her stable with her arms. "I don't think you're pretty. I think you're beautiful."
Managing to keep the swooning under the sheets, "You're cheesy Ms. Mitchell," Chloe cooed, the amount of love in her eyes drowning Beca to the tippity top.
Rolling her eyes, Beca ushered Chloe over to the kitchen table to sit. She figured that now they're both up, might as well get some food into Chloe's stomach to absorb any leftover alcohol before Chloe wakes to a bitch of a hangover. "What are you hungry for?"
"Make me a sandwich…" Chloe demanded with some sort of sudden swagger to her body language and Beca only stared at her with a deadpan face. "...hoe," and then she instantly covered her mouth with two hands, as if she just called Beca the raunchiest curse word out there and after she started giggling uncontrollably.
As an automatic reaction to the sound, Beca giggled too.
After adoring Chloe's drunkened state, thinking she possibly couldn't get any cuter, Beca scavenged for all the needed supplies to make a killer sandwich. "Treating me like an abused housewife already, Beale. I'm wounded." She clenched her heart dramatically, knife in hand that was spreading mayo on the sandwich.
"You're not my wife," Chloe clarified with a raise to her chin, watching Beca assemble the perfect sandwich to eat. She crossed her arms above her long sleeve shirt where the words "Knights" were stretched along the chest. "Yet."
On the inside after hearing this, Beca explodes like a firework, her blood tingling through her veins. On the outside, Beca froze. One hand holding the knife that was spreading the mayonnaise and the other with a single slice of turkey. It was just a simple, four lettered word but had enough power to sober Beca up completely.
She's not stupid, and neither is Chloe. Of course they're too young to even be thinking about this. They're in high school for crying out loud let alone have only been dating for almost four months. Plus, Chloe is very under the influence and has a slight possibility of not even remembering her slipping this word to Beca.
But the thought of Chloe looking that far into the future with Beca is equally exciting as it is reassuring. Also a little terrifying but mostly exciting.
Finishing up the sandwich after ignoring the cat whistles she got from her girlfriend as she was being watched, Chloe's eyes light up at the sight as Beca set the plate in front of her on the table. "For you m'lady."
"Mmm, thank you." Chloe reached her arm up to hook behind Beca's neck, bringing Beca down to place a sloppy kiss over her cheek. "S'good…" she took a bite out of the sandwich and said this with a mouthful of it, eyes closed and everything. "I'm going….to wife you up one of these days." Without so much of a flinch in her voice, the words came out smoothly.
There it was again. First the college scare talk and now the label "wife" was being thrown around like it was written on Beca's forehead. She didn't mind-if anything it made her heart race. But the pattern there had to be a sign. College for the most part wasn't an issue worth worrying about, especially now with a plan as to where she and Chloe wanted to go.
Until now. Because no matter how many times Beca repeats in her head that everything is going to be okay, there is still that possibility of things not working in their favor. And now, with Chloe bringing out the wife card, it only made Beca worry more.
Like they say, what a drunk person says is a sober person's thoughts.
God, now even more than ever, she prayed that her and Chloe would get into the same school.
Finals ended in a blur. Beca found herself cooped up in the library most of the time when she wasn't studying against her will, thanks to teacher Chloe. Anatomy was the only one she was mostly worried about-go figure. But thanks to girlfriend with a secret alter ego of a kick ass tutor, she breezed right by the test, ending her senior semester with A's and B's.
Today, a couple days into break, Beca was pulling up to the airport, dropping Chloe and her brother's off since they were flying back home to Tennessee to spend Christmas at her grandparent's house for a little family reunion. Her parents already had flew in, and were meeting everyone there and when her girlfriend asked for a ride after begging her parents to stay a couple days longer to hang out with Beca, she was more than happy to take the trip.
"There to go." Beca grabbed Chloe's suitcase, handing it over to her girlfriend before closing her trunk. "All good to go."
"I don't wanna leave." Chloe frowned a pout, moving herself into Beca's embrace and resting her forehead on Beca's shoulder. "Come with?"
Beca smiled warmly, trying not to notice the swell in her chest. As much as she wanted to take the next plane out to enjoy the holiday with Chloe and her family, she couldn't. This year was different. She actually had her mom back in the house, ready to cook up their usual traditions they've done in the past and was eager to start them. She couldn't even remember the last Christmas spent with her mom but what she did know that this year was going to be different. She can feel it.
"Don't tempt me, Beale."
"Stop sucking face and let's go, Chlomo!" Chris called out, vaguely aware that his voice was loud enough to draw a lot of attention to the couple but couldn't find it in him to care. "You can withdraw from sex for the week spent away from Beca! It's not going to kill you!"
"If not, that's the beauty of Skype and phone calls!" Clay added smugly, high fiving his brother before the both of them chuckled into the doors of the airport, rolling suitcases in tow.
A blush made its way to Beca's face, seeing that the word 'sex' definitely brought some stares from others around the drop off.
"My brothers are right, babe." Chloe's whisper was low, lips tracing the outer shell of Beca's ear. "We could try that phone call again. Maybe this time we won't get interrupted." She kissed up Beca's ear and hummed pleased when she felt the shiver jolt through Beca body. This only brought back the memories of their failed attempt to have phone sex before her mother made an unknown, surprise appearance. Beca also knew that somewhere between getting dirty through the gift of technology was a secret kink that turned Chloe on like a stove.
Beca swallowed ragged, her throat all of a sudden gone dry when she felt Chloe's hot breath spread across her ear. She cleared her throat before speaking up, not confident enough in her voice. "S-sure." It was an embarrassing squeak but still understandable.
Chloe's giggle vibrated through Beca's body until she backed off, freeing Beca to take her proper breaths again. "Can't wait." And with that, Chloe leaned in for a passionate kiss, and another, and another, and another after that, only stopping when she felt like she had enough to last the time apart.
Rolling her eyes after her mini daze, "get outta here, trouble." Beca sent Chloe off with a smirk, tapping the redhead on the tush for a laugh. "Don't open your present until Christmas Day!" She yelled when she remembered this.
"You too, Mitchell. Warning, I have eyes and will know if you peek!" Waving one last time Chloe was out of sight and in the doors of the airport.
Would Chloe really know if Beca took a peek?
Christmas had always been one of Beca's favorites. Halloween was a close first but Christmas most definitely took the title of being number one in her book. Maybe it was the gallons of eggnog she stock up on, or the freshly baked cookies she would make with her mom late at night on Christmas Eve. Of course, this would take longer than intended, they would always end up stealing a few chunks of cookie dough to eat before actually putting the cookies on the pan to cook but eventually, they got finished one way or another.
This ritual all started when Beca was a kid, during the time she still believed in Santa Claus. Her parents would always tell her if she were to make Santa cookies the night of Christmas Eve- double chocolate chip since those were his favorite- she'd end up getting all the presents she asked for. Even after finding out that it was her father who was behind the big belly and bleach white beard of Santa Claus and the cookies baked were indeed, his favorite types of cookies, Beca and her mom continued to bake every Christmas Eve, making it their thing.
This year was no different as Beca and Stacie took a volunteered trip to the store, picking up all the food needed on the list for Christmas dinner and making it back home just in time to start baking the cookies. It was nice to be able to do these things again with her mom, missing all the fun times she had with it.
The endless laughs, the dancing around to Christmas music while Stacie intentionally belted out the lyrics to jingle bell rock because she knew how much Becs hated the song. Technically she wasn't really fond of most Christmas songs but this one in particular really irked her the wrong way. Anyways, doing all this with the people she loved was a reminder of how special the holiday really was.
Christmas morning came around and Stacie had to pull Beca out by the hair so they didn't wait until noon, like most times, to open presents. This time though, instead of throwing a temper tantrum and demanding more time to sleep, Beca got up easily.
Present were being open all over the living room; Beca ended up getting a lot of really cool things for her music. Stacie brought her a brand new pair of earphones since the cord on the ones she had now was short wiring in and out. Her dad, being number one in creativity got her a few things for her dorm; a Keurig, a sick, personalized bean bag to sit in and a few music posters to hang around the room.
Getting the items for sure made her more anoxious for the start of college, already getting that freedom fever on starting her "adulthood."
Her mom went
Dialing Chloe's number, she pressed the phone to her ear. It only rang a few times before Chloe chirped into the phone, exclaiming "Merry Christmas!" that was loud enough to burst an eardrum.
"I thought I was going to have to wait until two in the afternoon to open my present, knowing her hibernate when you sleep."
Beca scoffed into the phone. "Sorry for loving my Z's"
"Yeah yeah." Beca could hear the eyeroll from Chloe even through the line. "Are you ready?"
Beca fumbled around at the present in her hands, sitting on her lap and decorated in a shimmering silver wrapping paper with a cute little bow on top. "Yup. You?"
"Yep! On the count of three."
They both counted down and on three, Beca ripped open the present with the phone balancing between her shoulder and war. Once the wrapping paper was off, Beca's mouth dropped instantly at the sight of a brand new MacBook in an arm's reach. Through the phone, she could hear Chloe gasp, assuming that she just got done unwrapping her present as well.
"Oh my God, Beca."
"Same to you Chloe." Beca was almost speechless with the gift.
For Chloe, she may have wanted to spoil her a bit and get her the nicest (affordable) pair of studded, diamond earrings with a golden border and a necklace to match. On the thin, silver chain was a similar studded treble clef with beautiful gems to shimmer and a banner that was indented with the word "soprano" in the middle.
"This…. Oh my God. Did you rob a bank to afford these?!"
Beca laughed, shaking her head. "No, dork. Homecoming money, remember?"
"I can't believe you….these are wow. Beautiful but...wow."
"I mean, I could take them back if you don't want them-" Beca smirked a wry smile when Chloe quickly cut her off, rushing to say that she was keeping them. "You have no room to talk. What is this new MacBook doing sitting on my lap huh?"
"Oh, I figured that since you are going to focus more on music, why not start fresh since your computer now is ancient!"
This was true. Beca was surprised that that price of metal even made it this long if she was being honest. "Do like it?"
"I love it." Beca smiled down at her new laptop, her heart warmer than a summer's day. "And I love you."
"I love you too, baby. I can't wait to come home and see you."
"Same here Beale. Same here."
Christmas dinner was nothing too special. Ham, green beans, mashed potatoes and yams for the usual. Stacie and Beca helped the best in the kitchen, Tina being the true chef of the evening, especially when it came down to eating the dishes prepared. Boy, did Beca sure miss her momma's homemade meals. Plus, having that once empty seat at the table also now occupied by her mother was a nice change.
With a bloated stomach, the kitchen cleaned and rocking a pretty good buzz (not a Mitchell's holiday without some shots of something) Beca was laying up in her room when Stacie came bursting in, settling down next to her on bed.
"Hey, loser." Beca greeted with a smirk. She rolled her eyes when she saw that her friend was flaunting the world's most ugliest sweater, knowing for sure Stacie and Aubrey just got done Skyping since they both agreed to show each other via webcam and to vote on who's was the ugliest.
Hopefully Stacie won because damn. There was just way too much red and green going on.
She was surprised Chloe didn't force her to do something like that, knowing it had Chloe Beale written all over. As much as she says that she wouldn't be caught doing something that ridiculous, she know for damn sure at the end of the day, with a pout her and a twinkle to her crystal blue eyes there, chloe always got what she wanted.
Beca Mitchell was whipped.
"Sup, chicken butt?" Stacie plopped down next to Beca on bed, her head landing on Beca's thighs as she rolled to her back.
"Just setting up my programs to my new laptop." Beca pointed over to where her softwares were downloading, about to back up everything from her old computer to new..
"Chloe is so your sugar momma," Stacie teased with a smug smirk, looking over to examine the freshly opened Mac.
Beca rolled her eyes, "whatever. What did Aubrey get you?"
Expecting a verbal response, Beca received the opposite. Stacie sat up from where she was laying on Beca's thighs and positioned herself to sit with crossed legs. Hooking her arms to attach at the hem of her sweater, she pulled the piece of clothing off in a swift motion to reveal a navy blue t-shirt with "Cal" written in yellow and a bear designed behind it.
Beca knew those colors and logo.
And when she realized what it was Stacie was showing, her mouth dropped immediately. "Berkeley?"
"Yeah!" Stacie squealed in excitement. "Aubrey and I both got accepted to go there for school and she decked me out in a ton of bear stuff! We were really set on going there!"
Beca didn't really know how to handle the emotions going off in her body so, she tackled Stacie into a hug and screamed out a million "congratulations!"
This was not only a gift to Stacie but Beca as well. Stacie and Aubrey were going to school in California. Chloe and herself are trying to get into a University down up in California as well. Knowing that if she gets accepted into the schools she applied for, they'd all be in the same state at least.
Beca got up from Stacie where she attacked her with a hug and helped pull the taller girl back into position. Stacie had a beaming smile on her face and Beca couldn't help but to mirror it. This was great news to hear. She also couldn't get over how insanely fast they both got accepted.
But then she remembers their test scores and it all make sense.
"Aubrey told me that you and Chloe are mostly looking at schools in California." Stacie smiled, containing her excitement for the time being. "It's not the same school and LA is a tad bit far from Berkeley but Becs, we could be in the same state!"
Trust Beca, she knows, and the thought of that was equally exciting as it was terrifying. It wasn't set in stone yet to attend college in California. Hell, it wasn't even set that she'd be going to college with Chloe. Thinking about it now, it wouldn't be the same not waking up to Stacie, or being able to hang out whenever she wanted and would definitely need some time for getting use to. But at least Berkeley would be a lot closer than Connecticut or Massachusetts-which are way on the other side of the country. If that were the case and Stacie ended up getting accepted into a school over there, she'd bet that seeing Stacie would be less frequent-if not, rare.
"I'm proud of you, Stace." Really, Beca was. Stacie getting her future all planned out, knowing where she wanted to go and what she wanted to be. Unlike Stacie though, Beca had zero. Still, she had no destination of where she might end up for the next four years. If she wanted to become a music producer, did she even really need to go to college? Of course. That's a dumb idea not to. Maybe she wouldn't of said the same before this year-before she met Chloe. But now, going to college was a must.
And now, there was that nagging, pile of stress added to Beca, not knowing where she was going to go and if she would be close enough to her friends.
To Chloe.
Just thinking about her future without those people was almost too painful.
God, she really hoped they get accepted into the same school.
NO They are not going to get hitched anytime soon... I know y'all would kill me if that happened! ;) I do know several of my friends that got married straight after high school so it's common. But one, they're too young and just would add unnecessary drama. Foreshadowing maybe?
This Jenga game is an actually thing I saw on Twitter and thought it was the coolest thing! Let me know what you think!
Also, this sucks but...the story is starting to wind down... :( I know, Next chapter will be New Years and the start of the new semester but after that, there's only a couple more chapters. It's been one Hell of a journey though, following these troublemakers through high school :) BUT ITS NOT OVER YET so stick around!
Till next time lovelies,
xoxoxo