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*To my "Oh Well" who left such a lovely review,*
Exploitation of the girls sexuality? Um yes I'm going to do that! Did you think I was going to keep it a secret for 30 chapters or something because that was NEVER in the author's notes. Also, I'm writing this in a HIGH SCHOOL setting. They're young, they're stupid. They aren't adults who are running for president. I said in the very first chapter that this is going to be based off of American Pie-which helloooo, is a raunchy movie with lots of sex, drinking and foul language. You saying all four girls have no morals is wrong because I don't know how many times they've been talking about their future, such as college but apparently you missed all of them. It's not like they're talking about dropping out of school to rob a bank and do cocaine on the side. If it's because there is heavy drinking in this story (which, I warned, BTW) then shit, might as well not write a sequel when they go off to college because guess what? There will probably be even more drinking there as well. And last, I'm sorry (kinda) that I called the police pigs. It's not like Beca hates the police or any of them do and not like it was made a big thing in this story. She needed a way to aggravate the officer so he could chase her out of the house and Chloe would be able to get away.
I'm sorry if this is shady and I respect how you feel and all your opinions. But I have the right to defend my story when I think what you said is completely false.
Sorry for the rant guys but enjoy :)
( I DO NOT OWN PITCH PERFECT)
Rumors: Chapter 29- Piña Coladas on the Beach
Over break, Beca had spent a lot of time fiddling around with her music, listening to past demos and getting a feel for creating beats all over again. Now with a set plan to attack her music career head on, she began to focus more on that rather than basketball since she had no future pursuing it once college is a go.
Ending basketball will be extremely hard when the time comes. For years, it's been Beca's life; she'd eat, sleep and cry pointless drills and shooting baskets till she's made every last one. It was also weird when taking her height into consideration but if wanted to, she could end up at a pretty competitive school when it came to her level of skill. Was that something she saw, or wanted her future to revolve around though?
No, absolutely not.
Saying goodbye to basketball would be bittersweet. The thing that has her head running miles and miles about is her future and where it lands her. Of course, now with a plan, goals, and a mutual agreements with Chloe with choosing schools they'd like to attend, the thought gets less and less scarier, knowing it would be done with someone she loves.
However, there is the constant reminder that getting into the same school as Chloe may or may not be happening. It's something that is plaguing her mind the closer they get to graduation and every day Beca thinks about the possible separation between them. Chloe tells her that the odds are very slim that they both wouldn't be accepted into the same school, especially since test scores, grades and GPA are all ranking pretty high.
Of course not Aubrey and Stacie high but high for normal people.
But the fear is still there and probably always will be until the moment of truth. Even getting a few scholarships (something she still has to fill out) won't be an issue but though the odds are in her favor, she is still thinking of the worse and that is she won't be accepted into the same school as Chloe.
Deciding that working any longer on this mix while her mind bounced back and forth the doubts would only send her down a whirlwind of unwanted stress and the outcome of this track will turn to shit, she saved the mix and exited out of the program. Her stomach started to growl as she stood up from her chair and remembered instantly that her mom saved some leftover pasta from last night in the fridge that was ready to be eaten. Knowing that, Beca trotted down the stairs and into the kitchen to make herself a plate of food before her stomach ended up dissolving itself.
Downstairs and sitting at the table was her mom, reading an unfamiliar book that looked equally as boring as it did historical. When she heard Beca enter the kitchen, she dropped the item to the table and sent by her daughter a warm smile.
"Hey kiddo," Tina greeted while Beca returned the smile as she started to construct her lunch. "What are you up to today?"
Once her plate was full, Beca placed the food into the microwave and started to put the remaining dishes back into the fridge. "Nothing much. There isn't really anything to do when Chloe's not around." Ain't that the truth. Beca actually thinks she would die of boredom if she had to wait another day for her girlfriend's arrival.
"When is she coming back?" Tina asked while Beca joined her at the kitchen table.
"I pick her up from the airport tomorrow afternoonish," she answered and her mom nodded her head understanding. Things between the two have them have more than progressed, almost to the point where it felt like her mom never left and there was no wasted years in between.
Of course there was a lot of catching up to do as far as those actual absent years her mother was MIA on but once things were caught up, it was back to normal. Maybe even better than normal.
"So," Tina dangled as she watched her daughter sit up from the kitchen chair and go receive her food from the microwave. Once Beca sat back down with an arched brow as she waited patiently for her mom to continue, she followed up, "you and Chloe are doing pretty well huh?"
Nothing too out of the ordinary as far as a question. For Beca, she was expecting way more considering it was her mother speaking. She swore that her mom gave birth to Stacie somehow with their lack of a filter. Nodding her head, she took a bite of her pasta but just as she was doing so, her mom dropped another question almost immediately.
"Are you guys having sex?"
And all that innocent pasta stuffed in her mouth drained down the wrong pipe in her throat, causing her to choke, sputter and see her life flash before her own two eyes while her mom kept a stoned poker face as she waited for an honest answer.
Beca knew her mom wasn't dumb.
Many times during night Chloe had stayed over-actually more than she can count on her hands which isn't a good thing to brag about but whatever- their private activities may have went pass the protected volume to keep what they were doing a secret from the rest of the house. It's just, sometimes Chloe lets loose-which Beca is not complaining about and truthfully, she takes a butt load of pride in being able to cause her girlfriend so much pleasure but if Stacie was able to tease them about it the follow up morning, she knew for sure her mom or dad had to of heard.
Growing up in the Mitchell's household, sex came natural. As long as everyone was being safe, it was a normal thing to talk about and engage in, especially for high school teenagers. Her dad, like herself, clammed up when his daughters are wrapped up in the conversation involving sex but for her mom and Stacie, they talk about it like it's the morning news. So, hearing this question just float up randomly shouldn't of been as big of surprise to Beca as it was.
After her minor death and she could breathe again, she wheezed out a strangled "excuse me?" Before her mom repeated the exact same question without so much of a word change.
Seeing no way out of this and not wanting to lie to her mom because of their building close relationship, "I uh, yeah?" She didn't know why her voice came out as a question but she couldn't care less. Why did it matter? It's not like Beca and Chloe could get pregnant. Plus, they both were doing great in school and what not.
Pretty much reading Beca's mind, "I understand teenagers with their newly developed hormones and you guys are about to go off to college but sex is...intense. For you and Chloe, it's different because you can't actually knock up Chloe and vice versa but, there are a still STDs out there and I want to make sure you two are careful-"
Before her mom can finish, Beca quickly cut in, "whoa! It's not like we were sleeping around with a lot of people in the past! For your information, Chloe and I were both virgins when we had sex."
"Hey now, you didn't let me finish," Tina defended and Beca softened a bit, attempting to take another bite of her pasta, hopefully this time not a mouthful that almost kills her. "As I was saying, sex is something huge. Emotionally more than anything. Obviously you two have talked about a future together?"
Beca heard this as a question and she nodded her head, gracefully swallowing the pasta down. "California is the plan. Santa Barbara and UCLA are our top."
"Which one do you want to go to?"
"Both have good music departments so either is fine. I just want to be able to go there with Chloe. Go anywhere actually." Fear came out strong towards the end of Beca's sentence and she felt her throat constricting as she thought again about the possibilities of not being accepted into the same school as Chloe. No matter how many times she repeated it in her head that at least one of the school's they applied to has to take the both of them, she still has many, many doubts.
Tina must have saw the change in body language on Beca because next thing was, she was reaching across the table to place a reassuring hand on Beca's forearm. "I know you love Chloe, it's quite obvious." Beca was unable to keep the smile at bay under her smirk as it grew into a large forming grin. To hide the expression though, she stuffed another fork full of Alfredo into her mouth. "You better not mess this up, Beca."
Beca heard this a snap her head up offended. "Why would I be the one to mess this up?"
"Because I know my daughter and I know she has a problem with pushing the people closest to them away." Okay, touche. Beca rolled her eyes, knowing her mom was more than right. She couldn't help it though using this strategy as a defense mechanism. It just felt safer and all around easier. "I also know that Chloe has been able to change this about you, even with four months behind her belt. She's a keeper Becs and I'm expecting grandchildren and wedding invitations with this same redhead beauty okay?"
As if Beca couldn't agree more with this, getting her hopes up for something that is so far away from them doesn't sound like the best idea. So, she rolled her eyes yet again; her smile unable to fade fully and waved her mom off with "yeah yeah" before diving right back into her now half gone bowl of pasta.
"You know, I did my fair share of experimenting in college at your age," Tina informed casually, looking back down at her book. Beca looked at her sideways, curious as to where this was going. "I mean, I went to a small school so you can only go through the books on the shelf a certain amount of times before you end up getting bored….if you know what I mean." Oh how Beca wished that she had no idea what her mother meant. She knew her mom was a wild one back in college, that was before she met her dad of course but did she want to hear all the details and stories about her experiences? Hell no. They are a close bunch but not that close.
"Anyway, enough about me." Beca mentally screamed a few dozen "thank yous" inside at dodging a bullet about her mom's college stories but not prepared for her mom to continue talking about whatever nonsense she wanted to talk about next. "But Chloe is treating you well, right?" Beca squinted her eyes, rushing to swallow the pasta hanging out from her mouth before she ends up choking again with the endless possibilities of what her mom might shoot at her. "You know...like….is the sex good?" Yep, check and mate.
Abort Beca, Abort.
Ignoring her mother's cackles-this is so something Stacie would do since she has a nact for flustering up Beca to the next extreme- Beca got up from the chair without so much of a sound before taking her bowl out of the kitchen and up to her room to finish.
She loves her mom but there was a line and that line has been crossed.
"Ah this is nice," Chloe sighed as the gentle breeze blew the red curls away from her face and she propped herself up on the hood of Beca's jeep.
Not too long ago, Beca had picked up Chloe from the airport and saw that she was alone this time after having her brothers by her side when they left. When she saw this and after their sweet reunion in the middle of the airport, Beca wanted to take Chloe somewhere nice to eat, chat and just hang out because long story short, she missed her redhead like crazy.
And it wasn't even a full week that Chloe was gone. She can't even imagine her withdrawal of Chloe with her gone for longer than that.
Night driving around Atlanta was nice as Beca pulled into the drive through of a nearby Taco Bell and the both of them ordered plethora of unhealthy food to go. By the time they got their food and drove to the destination Beca picked out which ended with Beca's jeep parked on the edge of a cliff, it wasn't really late but late enough to see Atlanta's city skyline.
"Yeah it is," Beca agreed with a contented smile as Chloe cuddled up into her side, back resting against the windshield of the truck.
The weather was perfect; not too cold for night time and being almost December but enough to wear a light jacket that Beca gave Chloe on their way over. The stars were out and shining abnormally bright as there wasn't a cloud in sight. Beca honestly couldn't have picked a better night to take Chloe to this spot.
It was perfect, just like the girl she was sharing this night with.
"I'm so glad I'm back. It should be concerning how much I miss you when I travel." Chloe's giggles were felt where she leaned her head over Beca's collar bone, right where the brunette's neck met her neck. "Next time, you're coming with me."
Beca herself can't help but snicker and she squeezed Chloe tighter with the arm slung around the redhead's shoulders. "Alright, deal. I missed you too but am totally enjoying this new version of Chloe. You came back with an accent," she noted the longer Chloe spoke. It wasn't as noticeable with the smaller sentences but for the mouthfuls, Beca caught that intoxicating Tennessee southern accent. "It's super sexy."
"Do I?" Even with these two words, Beca caught the extensive sound Chloe emphasized with "I", perfectly matching that southern accent you'd only see in country films. "It normally doesn't last for long. Gram and Pops have such strong accents that it sort of just sticks for a while after traveling back."
"Can you like, never get rid of it?" Beca insisted with all seriousness. Chloe lifted her head up from Beca's shoulder to be able to face the brunette. She used her right hand to keep stable as she placed it lightly over Beca's stomach and occasionally moved her palm over Beca's rib cage above her hoodie. "My southern belle girlfriend is hot."
"What about your normal girlfriend when she loses this accent?" Brows furrowed, Chloe asked, eyes slitted but a smile hinting at the corners of her mouth.
God, she's too fricken cute.
Beca bounced her head side to side, trying to think of the proper wording before Chloe used that same hand resting on her staunch to give her a playful smack. Recovering from the hit, Beca hooked a finger under Chloe's chin to close the distance between them with a quick, innocent kiss. "Accent or no accent, I'm so undeniably in love with both."
Chloe rolled her eyes at the cover up when separating away from the kiss. "I love you too you cheeseball," and then she resumed her previous position on Beca's chest, this time though connecting her hand on Beca's stomach and lacing their fingers together. "Can we talk about schools?"
At the word, Beca's body couldn't help but stiffen up and Chloe felt this through their threaded fingers. A reassuring squeeze eased Beca's muscles a bit and she breathed out a deep breath before muttering a weak "sure" to allow Chloe to ask whatever it was that's on her mind.
"I've been looking into Santa Barbara and I think that's our school of choice. Not only is it gorgeous there but the music program is one of the best in California and about everywhere has great teaching programs."
Santa Barbara is basically heaven on Earth, with its to die for beaches and trees that make the scenery almost look fake. Beca has already taken time to research the school and take notes. She knew that out of the other schools they've applied to, this one was a winner for sure. And now with Chloe deciding to go into dance and teaching dance with an emphasis on business to eventually start her own program in the future, UCSB was a great option.
The best option actually.
"I think so too," Beca agreed and her mind suddenly drifted off into the realm of college, all their possibilities by just talking about it. "How crazy will it be when we go to college and finally, we are off the leash. Hell, we can barely be controlled now. Just imagine running young, wild and free through the streets of Santa Barbara." Even though there wasn't actual confirmation that the both of them got into UCSB, it was still exhilarating to talk about it.
Chloe snorted, "Oh trust me, I've already thought about college with you, trouble."
"Hey! I think you're the troublemaker in this relationship." Beca smirked and she was certain Chloe could feel it through where she lays her cheek on top of her red mane.
Scoffing, "uh, remember the countless times you've tried to weasel your way out of studying for anatomy?" Okay, but every one who has a tutor as hot as Chloe would do the exact same thing. Beca has priorities and one of them happens to be making out with Chloe. If anything, it should be a crime to have you girlfriend as a school tutor.
What studying would be done?! None, Beca can tell you that.
"And remember the time you purposely threw a drink on a cop to distract him so I could get away? I literally thought you were going to get arrested that night!" Chloe added quite loudly without allowing Beca to even comment about her first statement-which this one out beats by a long shot.
"Okay Beale, remember breaking into the school's gym to perform dirty activities ontop of school property?" Bingo, Beca tallied up a point for this one because she knows she has Chloe beat. She can no longer enter the gym without imaging Chloe in nothing but her basketball jersey, moaning in ways that she be illegal for anyone who can hear.
Not that this was a bad thing. Mostly, it was distracting.
"Remember when you got me off on a school bus that was not only driving to our acapella competion but had a bus filled with a handful of our friends and teacher?" Chloe countered right back and honestly, Beca still gives herself kudos for that one.
Talk about being a ninja in the sex field. She can now check off that box by being ambidextrous.
Giving up, "fine, we are both equally as bad when it comes to making decisions," Beca settled and heard nothing from Chloe after saying this except for a proud, triumphed huff. "Can you believe that the school year is already half way done? Already, we have so many memorable things to look back on."
"And many more to come," Chloe added, giving Beca's hand another squeeze that physically pushed out a beaming smile. There was a difference between saying something and saying something and meaning it. When Chloe said this, Beca knew one hundred percent she meant every last word.
"Oh!" Chloe perked as her body lit up. "I forgot to tell you but I think I'm trying out for the girl's soccer team."
"Really? Wouldn't Poms get in the way of that?" Beca knew that soccer was a spring season sport but so was dance. She could only imagine how hard it got during second semester with balancing the two as one who has to commit to school and basketball.
"I played it as a child until I got into cheerleading and dancing by the beginning of middle school. Then my freshman and sophomore year, I played for Barden but ended up quitting because of workload. Now with college right around the corner and I'm pretty much just waiting for results back from schools, my year is pretty flexible."
"That's not the only thing that is flexible," Beca hinted back, unable to keep this response contained.
"You can thank cheerleading for that one," Chloe purred seductively and Jesus, what a mistake that was for Beca to say because now, she had dirty thoughts shooting left to right in her head.
Beca straightened her act with a smirk, cleaning up her mind from all the dirty thoughts about her girlfriend flooding around inside her head. "But anyways, that'd be nice. I'd love to come out and see you play." Which was true. Soccer wasn't the most interesting sport to watch but the spurts of violent contact between girls made up for it. Plus, she couldn't see Chloe hurting a fly so her playing an aggressive sport like soccer was more than a turn on. "I'm pretty sure Stacie is trying out too."
Chloe tilted her head. "She plays?"
"Yeah, all throughout middle school and high school," Beca answered with a nod. She basically lived on the soccer field after basketball season watching Stacie play. "Girl has to put those long legs to use somehow. She's actually really fucking good."
Chloe giggled lightly, her face still smushed into the fabric of Beca's sweater. "Well good! At least I'll have someone to try out with. The team isn't the best but also we lost a lot of seniors."
"Are you good?"
Chloe shrugged her shoulders shyly. "I'm alright." Beca knows for a fact cocky isn't something in Chloe's personna. Even when she was voted into team captain for both cheer and dance, she acted like her talent was at most, mediocre when most definitely it was above and beyond excellent. "I took a year off so I will probably be really rusty. Thankfully, we condition a lot for dance so that's not the issue. Hopefully I can still kick a ball," She snickered before Beca added her own offers.
"Well if you want some extra practice before tryouts, I can go out to a field with you and do like….soccer stuff." Not only would seeing the red head running around and kicking a ball all day be such a turn on to watch but knowing more times than she can count on both hands, Chloe has went to the gym and practiced defense on Beca for basketball. It usually didn't last for long before they got caught up in a game of one on one that turned extremely handsy and they ended up just calling it quits with a heated makeout sesh but it's still the thought that counts.
This was the least she could do to make up the time Chloe has given her.
Chloe beamed a smile when she removed her face from Beca's chest and leaned in to give Beca a quick silence surrounded them as the crickets chirped along the gravel and the sounds of trees leaves blew against the wind. The lights from the city twinkled from where they could see, lighting up the darkened sky with a mixture of yellows and red lights.
"I'd like that a lot," Chloe finally mumbled, face returning back to snuggle just beneath Beca's chin. "Do you want kids?" Content and enjoying the company given from her girlfriend, Beca was definitely not expecting the next thing out the redhead's mouth to be a sumo kick to the gut, or the mention of kids.
Oh children.
Something that Beca gets asked more times than not by her endless family tree and even random peers around school that want to wheeze into her secluded future she would like to keep to herself. It wasn't that Beca didn't like kids-so to say. It was more along the lines of she didn't know how to act around them. Majority of the times when she encountered a baby, or a kid even, they'd just stare at her like she was a pig that was flying, or a walking talking ghost.
Hanging around them was awkward and you know already Beca is one to make an awkward situation even more awkward than it already is, which is something alone that made her skin crawl. Kids would usually stare up at her with their big, dumbfounded eyes and when she did make an effort to entertain them, they'd keep that stone cold poker face without so much of a twitch in their lips at the humor Beca was so desperately trying to provide.
It was painful and awful and Beca hated being trapped in that position.
However, she can't say that she hasn't thought about herself as a parent, with little monsters running around her household as she tries to scramble up dinner for the bunch. Maybe (even though it's a scary thought raising two) get identical twins to mix up their names, call one kid Cole when his name is Cody and all that fun stuff.
And she also can't help but picture how much fun she'd love to see that happen. Her as a parent, teaching her kids the ropes of music and maybe even convincing them to play on a rec basketball league. Probably spoiling them like crazy and letting them stay up past their bedtimes to watch cartoons that she'd be more than happy to join in on.
And now with Chloe tripped and fell down into her lap from the Gods, she can't help but to continuously think about having kids-having kids with Chloe, and settling down after college, living in the suburbs of Beverly Hills in their own home with Chloe being California's hot dance teacher and Beca as the one music producer every artist wants to get with.
Cute little ginger babies…..oh boy.
"Yeah," Beca whispered after her brain got lost deep in thoughts and the grin she was trying to suppress made an appearance with the response. Good thing Chloe wasn't facing her to see but she could guess anyway Chloe felt the power behind it. "Definitely not until I'm stable on my feet, able to provide for myself but….yeah. Kids would be….interesting."
"Me too," Chloe sighed, pleased at hearing this and somehow the arms wrapped around Beca's waist tightened with extra warmth. "You'd be a great mom."
A hitch in Beca's breathing happened. It's one thing thinking about a future working a nine to five job and living the actual adult life, with a domesticated relationship with Chloe and maybe kids but hearing it out loud, especially coming from Chloe was a stun gun to the back.
She wasn't the type of girl who people knew by just a glance that she'd be a great, potential mother and role model. She's snarky, dark, sarcastic more times than not and overall doesn't scream parental figure.
But obviously Chloe saw it and like most things that come out from the redhead's mouth, Beca believed her.
"How's basketball coming along?" Seeing that Beca was incapable of responding, Chloe gave mercy and changed the topic.
Yes, talking about any type of future whether it's tomorrow, next month, next year, or ten years from now scares the living shit out of Beca to no end. But at least now having Chloe around and the first time in her life, she can honestly say that she excited to see what the future will bring to them.
"Why is it that we always do homework when we are together?" Stacie let out a long, dragged out groan with a packet of Physics equations sitting in front of her on Aubrey's desk, just waiting to be answered. What teacher in their right mind gives students homework during Christmas break?
Oh that's right, every teacher instructing the AP courses at Barden High School, her mistake. Nobody and she means nobody should wish this on their worst enemy.
"I mean, sex is usually after but we never just have sex and like…. watch a movie. We have sex and then do homework, or do homework then have mind blowing sex." Stacie groaned some more but towards the end, it turned into a whine.
An amused snicker came from where Aubrey was laying stomach down on her bed, highlighting important key terms for a lab report she had to right for the both of them. "Are you trying to tell me you want to Netflix and chill?"
"That would be nice, but I like "sit on my face and chill" a lot better." Stacie smirked at first when Aubrey's body language went through a hurricane of emotions; first her face turning a shade of red darker and then her mouth dropped to the mattress at what Stacie was insinuating. It still amazed her to today that she was still able to fluster up the blonde like they just met.
Any dirty comment would turn her into a fireball.
"Let's go to the movies!" Stacie suggested when there was an obvious amount of silence that showed Aubrey was in no shape capable to give a verbal response at Stacie's last words. "We are on break, we are accepted into a damn good college together and I want to make out with you in the back aisle of a movie theatre like horny teenagers are suppose to."
Well, Stacie sure was quick to the trigger with that last one.
There was a brief contemplation going on inside Aubrey's head at dropping their school work and seeing a movie. Stacie had a valid point and for the first time in her four years of high school, she never had a break away from school with the weighted pressure at taking the SATs and ACTs, or trying to get accepted into college, which she spent everyday of her junior year doing.
And for the first time she thinks ever and still she'd to believe, her dad was proud of all that she's accomplished throughout high school. Even during Christmas, they sat down and she poured her heart out to him about not wanting to follow the major he wants her to receive and to actually be going to school doing what she wants to do for the rest of her life.
Adding to this workload that haunted Aubrey her entire life it felt like, she's never actually went on a date to the movies like Chloe has, or the other people in her class that shared each other's stories. Yes she's been invited many times by boys but being so wrapped up in homework and drowning in student council necessities, the answer was always no. But even though cliche movie dates were so old school and anyone who went on these made Aubrey internally roll her eyes, going with Stacie seemed like a lot of fun. Plus, for a first, she'd be going with the girl she is head over heels for.
How much better could that get?
It was about time she had fun for once in her life.
With a decision and barely a full nod into answering Stacie's suggestion, Aubrey was sprung off the bed and dragged through the hallways and down the stairs until making it to Stacie's car parked outside. For outfits, she was glad that her casual wear consisted of jeans and one of Stacie's hoodies because if not, she'd be embarrassed to step out in public since Stacie gave her zero time to change.
They drove and talked about a list of movies to see-which ones did good with reviews and the ones that seemed interesting. At the spur of the moment decision, they didn't even register what was out in theatre and if they were worthy enough to spend twenty bucks on.
The new scary movie Don't Breathe was their final decision as they waited anxiously in line to pay.
Getting the tickets, Aubrey told Stacie since she paid for the movie, she'd buy the popcorn and drinks so heading over, she paid for a large drink to share and same with a large popcorn. Inside the theatre, it was still cold as ever and there was barely anyone around when Stacie lead Aubrey to the very last row in the back.
Quickly though and as Aubrey should have expected, things heated up rather fast when Stacie pulled out her high school moves to cop a feel as they made out senselessly in the back without any caution to the people around them (which was none, thankfully). Popcorn neglected, as well as their drink, Stacie kissed her like it was the only thing in the world left to do and for Aubrey, she couldn't sit there and say she didn't enjoy it, probably more than she should've since they were in a public place and it was the dirtiest yet most thrilling thing she has done. It wasn't until dramatic music that seemed ridiculously louder than any other time she has been to the movies broke them apart with a startle as the suspense from the movie got more and more intense.
"This movie is giving me anxiety, Stacie," Aubrey hissed a whisper under her breath at one of the scary parts. The two of them have moved from practically straddling each other to Aubrey's face being pressed into the crevice of Stacie's neck as she tried to hide from the scary parts during the movie.
She should've been prepared for Stacie to pick a scary movie since both her and Beca live off of them. At least this one had nothing to do with ghosts, or demons like the last movie Chloe dragged her to, which resulted in her sleeping with the redhead on a tiny little dorm bed, barely stable enough to keep the both of them up and just as comfortable as sleeping on a rock.
If that was the case here, Aubrey couldn't promise anyone that she wouldn't be leaving the movie theatre without tears streaming down her face.
Scary movies? Not her forte.
"I'll protect you, baby," Stacie cooed in a baby voice, kissing the top of Aubrey's head that was now under the hood of her jacket to protect her from any jump scares, only her terrified, saucer like eyes peeping through a small hole. Unlike her scaredy cat of a girlfriend, Stacie had an obsession for scary, thrilling movies so seeing the blonde freaking out in her arms was quite amusing.
After squirming, squealing and jumping through the entire movie, Stacie and Aubrey walked out of the theatre hand in hand to venture out to the car.
"You are aware that you're sleeping with me tonight after a pulling a stunt like that Ms. Conrad, right?" Aubrey said when they make it to Stacie's car, as if the girl really had the option to say no. Just as she was about to pull the handle, Stacie snuck up behind her until the definition of the taller girl's chest was molded into her back, causing her to twist around until her back was firmly resting on the side of the passenger door.
Two hands trapped Aubrey's upper body as a pair of snakey eyes burnt holes deep into her soul. "I sure hope I was the one sharing a bed with you tonight, ." Aubrey shuddered at the last name card, as well as those compelling dark eyes that were able to work her like a puppet. "I had a lot of fun tonight."
Despite Stacie's levels of dominance, which was so Goddamn sexy, Aubrey smiled warmly. "I had a lot of fun too. I have a confession though," Stacie arched a brow but kept her stare sharp and strong on Aubrey who still felt extremely weak under such a powerful gaze. It's those damn eyes man. "This was my first, actual date."
Confusion hit Stacie all at once and her stare quickly transformed from salacious to puzzled, as if Aubrey just asked her to complete a rubix vide in under five minutes. "You're lying," Stacie deadpanned while Aubrey shook her head to answer. "You've never been on a date before?" Again, Aubrey shook her head and took a nip at her bottom lip, embarrassment now filling her body like an overflowing sink. It's not the most confidence boosting to have to admit you've never actually been on a legit date before, especially to your current girlfriend.
"What about Luke? And any of your other past boyfriends? Didn't they treat you every once in awhile?"
Aubrey scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Luke? Treating me? Yeah right." She could not only see the blood boiling throughout Stacie's body but could feel the angered heat radiating off Stacie's skin at the close distance between the two of them. "And actually, Luke has been my only real boyfriend. Guys in the past have liked me but you know how school is for my dad. I was so focused on class that I didn't have time to date."
Stacie was about to respond to this until her facial structures took a full spin as her eyes almost popped out from her sockets. "I'm such a bad girlfriend!" The confession took Aubrey more than a little off guard, as well as Stacie's sudden volume in her voice. "We've been dating for almost two months and the only dates I've taken you on have been to the library!"
"Hey, look at me, baby." Aubrey hooked both hands around Stacie's neck, connecting her fingers from behind to rest. "I love our study dates." She cooed, smiling to prove she wasn't lying.
"I bet you love wine and dining too." Stacie pouted as her mouth curved downward into a frown, her eyes plummeting to the ground and Aubrey couldn't help but chuckle at the adorable sight. She also impressed that Stacie can transform from a sexy vixen to a puppy who looks like it just got kicked.
"You're not old enough to buy us wine." Aubrey giggled, curling Stacie's hair with her fingers from behind.
"But still you like dinner, and I bet you like picnics and long walks. Not me teaching you the Laws of Mass and finding photons of a certain wavelength."
"Actually, I love when you teach me school stuff. Even you just saying that gets me….hot and bothered," Aubrey purred out that last part into Stacie's ear. It was no less than the truth; the way Stacie talks about school and how insanely smart the brunette actually is might be Aubrey's biggest weakness.
Where her lips hovered over Stacie's ear, she could feel the smirk rising in place above Stacie's mouth and there's a shift back into the norm. Pulling back, she could of sworn Stacie's eyes weren't nearly as dark as they were right now.
"Well Aubrey, I'm honored to be the first one to take you on a really life date." Stacie didn't even let Aubrey respond before she connected their lips together in a slow, passionate kiss, taking all the wind Aubrey had left to talk away. The kiss ended a lot quicker than Aubrey would've liked; this whole PDA thing going on tonight has been ignored more time than she is proud of. Stacie pulled away, eyes back to that piercing seductive stare and Aubrey is right back to shrinking in her shoes under it. "I'll have you know though, kissing on the first date isn't the only thing I do."
For Aubrey, any form of words processed got lost somewhere between her brain and the brain between her legs as she could predict exactly what Stacie was implying towards. In the mere matter of seconds though while her body undergoes multiple flutters and kicks as Stacie's thumb traced light patterns under her hoodie and right above her hipbone, their lips met in another slow yet hungry kiss that spoke everything that Aubrey verbally could not.
Three words; Best date ever.
Chloe was sitting perked up on her bed with a laptop on the tops of her thighs, scrolling mindlessly through every social media known to man. Beca was busy getting back into shape after the amount of junk food her body consumed so far during this break, knowing damn well her coach for basketball was going to give his team a week of Hell with conditioning the first practice back. So to help with not being the only girl who throws up because she is out of shape and full of hot Cheetos, Beca texted Emily and Jesse to go shoot hoops at the rec, leaving Chloe preoccupied with Poms events and school stuff.
Fundraising was the biggest thing she had to do while she waited for her girlfriend to be finished working out. At the start of January every year, Barden Poms team hosted a car wash that won them an entire new set of uniforms last year with all the money budgeted. It really wasn't too much of a shock that this was one of Barden's most popular and demanded fundraisers throughout the years, especially since it's a team consolidating of fifteen to twenty girls, dressed in short cheer shorts and bikini tops, washing dirty cars while listening to today's pop hits on a boombox.
Truthfully, it was a guy's dream come to life- which where the majority of whom attended these gatherings. Chloe tires not to look too much into how perverted and just plain out creepy all of their customers were as they drove up in there muddy pickup trucks to stick around and "supervise" their vehicle when really Chloe knows for a fact their eyes are focused everywhere but the car she's washing.
But whatever.
Customers, regardless of how creepy they were brought in money and that money brought in surprises for the team and Chloe's goal this year since as captain she has taken the lead in organizing the date and time of this epic carwash wants nothing more than to be able to take a trip to Orlando Florida to compete in the UDA national dance competition for the first time in Barden History. Plus, Disney World is there and that's just a must by itself.
Over the years, Barden's Poms team had qualified for the journey down to Florida but every time, the funding just wasn't there. One time the team would need new bags, or the next time uniforms would be out of date. Whatever it was that the team needed each year, it kept them from traveling and competing in the tournament of her dreams.
This year though, Chloe has a different plan and her goal is to step foot off that plane and dance her way to the trophy with a kick ass team behind her back with banging choreographed set to perform and leave the judges in awe.
And there's nothing this year-her senior year that is going to get in the way of that.
She was in the middle of designing the fliers for the annual car wash she'd make the underclassmen hang up all throughout Barden when an email bannered at the bottom right corner of her computer. Closing out of photoshop, she clicked over to her email and it wasn't long until all the air in her body was suddenly gone, leaving her breathless at what the notification was.
On her screen; an unopened message from none other than the main president of University of Santa Barbara was front and center for Chloe to open and read her faith regarding her future education but all she could do was sit frozen on bed, gawking at her screen and thinking this was all some sort of dream, or hallucination.
Or that she was being punk'd or something because it was extremely fast to already be receiving letters back from the colleges she applied to at the beginning of December…..oh no. That had to mean this was not an acceptance letter but in fact, endless paragraphs informing her how she wasn't good enough to get enrolled into their school.
To be sure, Chloe jolted off her bed, leaving her computer propped opened and sprinted down the stairs all the way till she made it outside and was at her mailbox. Not caring that she was only in a large t-shirt and tiny spandex shorts that really couldn't be seen under the gown she was wearing, Chloe tossed every other piece of mail that read her parents names until she found the exact prize she was looking for.
There, in the fingertips of her right hand, was another official letter from the University of Santa Barbara; her name as the recipient and the president's name as the sender. Shocked and not taking her eyes off the enclosed piece of mail, Chloe hovered her way back into her room on autopilot.
What if she didn't get in?
But what if she did get in?
Or what if she didn't get in and Beca did? Did Beca even get a letter?
At these thoughts, Chloe swallowed the large knot forming in her throat and blinked for the first time since opening her email. Still there and still unread was UCSB typed in bold letters and had "Dear Chloe Beale," as the only words she was able to read before it stopped. She took a few more blinks to make sure that what she was looking at was the real deal and turned out, the email never faded away.
I wonder if Beca got one too. Chloe thought to herself when knowing both her and Beca applied at the same time. Then she thought maybe she should wait for Beca to open the email and see her odds regarding Santa Barbara together. Deciding that she doesn't want to wait with the results at simple a click away, she reached for her phone, dialing Beca's number and hoping her girlfriend would answer.
A series of rings was all Chloe heard at first and she was already impatient to start so cutting it pretty close to hitting Beca's voicemail was making her heart race. Thankfully in the middle of the very last ring, Beca's usual excited tone, but this time a little winded echoed through the phone, greeting Chloe with a simple, "hey babe."
"I got an email from them," Chloe blurted out, amazement not only sporting on her features but as well as her words. Beca was about to ask from who before Chloe cut her off, "and a mailed letter."
"Uh, still have no idea who you're talking about." Beca snickered, her voice easing back into her normal tone and not with the same exhausted pants she first picked up with. "What letter?"
Chloe shook her head with a roll to her eyes as non intentional frustration bubbled up inside her. She just wished that Beca already knew all the answers so she could just get onto opening the letter without the background story on them first. "From UCSB."
A pregnant pause of silence came from Beca's end at the reveal until all the background noises from what sounded like the girl was still playing basketball at gym was gone, leaving complete silence other than the faint breathing coming from Beca. "What did it say?" Beca finally spoke up in no higher than a whisper. At first, Chloe thought that maybe Beca hung up on her with the lack of verbal communication on her part.
Chloe shut her eyes as the nerves in her body started to take over. "I haven't opened them yet." More silence and another pause occurred before Chloe continued after taking a deep breath. "I….wanted to wait for you and...read it together."
"Well now I kind of want to know." Despite the clear evidence of the shakiness in Beca's voice, she managed to emit a small chuckle. It wasn't strong like usual but at least Chloe hasn't completely numbed up her girlfriend with the phone call.
Yet.
"But what about you? I think we should open them together-"
"It's all good. I'm driving back home right now to check my mailbox. But no, open yours. I honestly can't wait any longer knowing a letter from the school is right in front of your eyes."
"But-"
"Please, Chlo. This waiting is already killing me enough. I just need to know if you got in," Beca urged with desperation but also a hint of worry. The last thing Chloe wanted to do was open something this big without her girlfriend right there next to her to be a shoulder to cry on if she were to not get accepted.
"Okay," Chloe took another deep breath, fingers already preparing themselves underneath the flap of the envelope to rip open. Her movements were slow, almost to the point where it didn't even look like she was opening the letter and Beca was again only a deadly buzz on the other line.
The last rip to open the flap completely caused Chloe's heart to thump boisterous in her ears while her hands started to shake uncontrollably when they moved to pluck out a folded, crisp piece of paper from the center. There was today's date, along with Chloe's address and full name on the top left corner, right next to the heading that read University of Santa Barbara.
Chloe felt like she was going to throw up when her eyes moved down to read the fine print, to say the least. All that she needed to read was the bold "congratulations!" to ease all her nerves and she was screaming into the phone, now refreshed, reading off the letter that informed her she had been accepted.
"I got in?" Chloe said this as a question, the reality of the situation not catching up to her yet. Re-reading that first sentence at least ten more times, "oh my God! I got in!"
"Congrats babe! I'm proud of you!" Beca's own excitement brought a smile to Chloe's face and she still couldn't get over how real all of this is turning out. "Our mail guy usually comes around noon and I just got home so I'll go check my box now."
Chloe squealed into the phone, anxious to hear if Beca received a letter and whether she got in or not. She kind of wished that they were together in person so she wouldn't have to bite her nails off to the nubs as she waited until she heard Beca's voice again, informing her on the whole situation.
Expecting a more happier noise and not the drained, defeated sigh that rung through the phone next, Chloe's excitement faded away fast. "I didn't get one."
"You didn't get one?" Chloe echoed, heart dropping into the pit of her stomach at the reveal.
Beca hasn't gotten a letter yet and though it's not written in stone that she won't get in, it was still unsettling to Chloe to know her girlfriend might not be by her side during her first year of college. Life without Beca for a couple days was bad enough. Imagine years being separated. For Chloe, she can't even if she tried.
But she couldn't show this, not right now when Beca is on the other line being so painfully quiet that at one point Chloe assumed their call got disconnected. Beca needed her for support, to be the silver lining in a messed up scenario that could go either way and not add to her already swarming fears of not being accepted.
"You'll get one, baby," Chloe tried to make her voice as believable as humanly possible because she needed Beca to understand that this wasn't final say in their future together. Okay, maybe she hasn't gotten a letter yet, big deal. Post offices and mailmen always take their time delivering so there might be slight chance that the mail hasn't made it yet.
"How do you know? You have nothing to worry about anymore since you got in." Chloe wasn't too surprised at the bark off Beca's voice; it was one of her least appreciated defense mechanisms when she was put off balanced. Not that Beca enjoyed it but anger was always the first resort to anything regarding bad news and Chloe knew this.
Realizing what she said and who she said it to, Beca sighed heavy on the other end, "I'm sorry, Chlo. I just….fuck I'm scared we aren't going to make it."
All of a sudden, time stopped around Chloe and the letter about being accepted into the school of her dreams was just old news. "What do you mean?"
"If I don't get in, what are we going to do?"
"Find another school where we both get in." Easy. Chloe almost didn't want to answer the question because of how "duh" it seemed.
"And you miss a shot at attending one of the best schools in California for some mediocre one? Yeah right," Beca snorted but Chloe knew she didn't think it was funny. "I wouldn't let you. Plus long distance….you know how that goes."
Chloe's heart clenched in her chest; the simple vision of possibly breaking up with Beca killed her. When couples break up, it's suppose to be because they absolutely hate each other, or one of them caught the other cheating. Not when two people are the happiest they've ever been and is undeniably in love with each other. Why can't her life be a movie, or a fairytale from a children's novel?
"But I want to be with you, figure out this whole college thing together, cause some trouble like we do at Barden and adventure around the streets of California," Chloe said with hope. She didn't know why there was so much plea to her voice since she knew if Beca had the choice, she'd be (and is) all on board with this plan.
"I see us making it through college together, you as a famous musician and me as a possible back up dancer for one of your worldwide tours."
"Would it be professional in the work field for a DJ to be banging one of her dancers?" Beca weakly laughed. At least Chloe got something out of her; there was a good sign. "Plus, I want to make music, not perform it."
Chloe waved her hand around even though Beca could clearly not see it. "Doesn't matter. What I'm trying to say is that I have a future planned and I most definitely see you in it." Chloe firmly announced and cut off Beca's "but" before she could say anymore negative things. She was drawing a line. "You signed this deal the moment you asked me to be your girlfriend and now, whether you like it or not, you're stuck with me and we are going to be happy together, tanning on Santa Monica beach, drinking pina coladas on shore while still attending the same damn college. Capesh?"
There's another a pregnant pause before Beca full on chuckled into the device, easing all of the pent up (and sudden) pressure off of Chloe's shoulders. It's not often but she can get authoritative if she feels the need to, especially with something she wants as bad as a future with Beca.
"Alright, trouble," Beca cooed back into her normal, smirky tone that Chloe found just ridiculously attractive. "You're stuck with me too."
Overthinking is probably one of Beca's fortes. No matter what the situation is or who is trying their hardest to snap her out of whatever doubts she is having, her poisonous thoughts and the worst comes to worst scenarios outweigh everything else.
Which was probably why she was slumping into her house feeling like the worlds biggest loser when opening the mailbox and receiving nothing from the school she most desperately wanted to be accepted into. Right now, she didn't think anything could change her mood around, not even dinner that can be smelt from the kitchen and the sounds of Stacie singing along to some oldies could cheer her up.
She was trying to stay on the positive side of things, especially when Chloe has been holding her rope with hopefully thoughts and trying hard to not look too much into her not receiving a letter yet. She was trying pretty fucking hard but now with the confirmation that Chloe was planned to move up to California when fall comes around, along with her best friend and the thought of being left behind in shitty ol' Atlanta Georgia literally killed her.
How awful would that be?
"Hey shorty," Stacie chirped when hearing Beca's footsteps into the kitchen but her attitude quickly altered when Beca went straight for the kitchen's table top and slammed her forehead into the cool tile. "Not doing so good?" She studied the lack of enthusiasm from Beca with the answer to this question was a no brainer.
Beca grumbled something into the table without lifting her head. She was too embarrassed and feeling too much like a failure to make eye contact with her best friend
She didn't need her pity that she sucks at life.
"Your gloomy presence wouldn't happen to be because of the absence of a certain college letter from thee University of Santa Barbara?" Beca nodded her head slowly across the table, still hiding her face. Why Stacie felt the need to remind her was a question she'll never understand nor be able to answer. "Well, cheer up because someone did in fact receive a letter today while they were playing basketball."
Beca shot up from her position like the living dead and watched in shock Stacie waving an unopened envelope between the tips of her fingers. As a reflex, she froze, staring dumbfounded at the mail. What she really wanted to do was yank the paper right out of Stacie's hands and read the golden piece of mail that holds the outcome of her and Chloe's future but being physically paralyzed from shock, Beca just sat there without so much of a flinch in movement.
"I expected a way different reaction," Stacie snorted, putting down the envelope that Beca's eyes were glued to. "Since you're acting like a zombie and making no effort to open the letter, I'll do it for you." Stacie waited for consent, washed her hands from any food and when Beca frantically nodded her head, she started tearing the side of the envelope apart.
Beca's heartbeat could be felt in her throat as she waited for Stacie to pull out the paper and begin to start reading. She didn't know where to put her hands, or where all the air in her body suddenly went.
And then the paper was out in the open, visible for Beca to see while Stacie was unfolding the crisp white paper. She's shook her foot on the stool in anticipation, feeling like at any second she was about to pass out stone cold on the ground.
Eyes losing their glow, "I'm so sorry Beca," Stacie voice broke and Beca felt like the entire world was crashing on top of her. Just with the tone and total face morph Stacie just projected does she even have to hear the rest? Beca deflated on the kitchen stool, preparing herself for something she already knows the answer to.
"You didn't get in."