Beca's pov
Omg it's her
The three words my brain way saying on repeat. I dared to look her in the eye,after experiencing all this crazy shit today I would have thought looking her in the eye would be easier yet her I was;my hands visibly shaking,sweat plastered on my forehead but that didn't matter. I finally had the chance to see her up close.
Her face was angelic. Angular cheek bones were slightly visible saying that" hey I'm not anorexic but I work out ", she had some cute freckles on her nose and cheeks. And one visible yet beautiful imperfection. ..A little scar on her forehead. It seemed like something so small but just looking at her and singing that duet with her made me want to get to know her. To find out all the things no one knew about her although I would just be happy if she spoke to me.
I decided to survey my surroundings.
Wait where am I ?
The room was white but had a polished oak book shelf which was probably 3 times as tall as me. I moved my hands around the bed, hugging the sheets and smelling them(lime and lemon by the way ), I have a couple of weird habits like that. But this for sure wasn't the hospital so what is this place?
I realised that this girl must have been watching me as I explored this place using all my senses(except taste) to try and figure out where I was, thus far I had deducted that I am definitely not in a hospital so...
"You're probably wondering where you are ?". The girl spoke up,seeing the distinct look of confusion cross my face. I nodded in response. " You were transported to my house. The school nurses tried reaching your mother,she didn't pick up at all and they called ten times, they even went to your house..."
Even though I felt like such a dick, rudely interrupting I asked, "how did the house look on the inside?"The girl was a bit taken aback. I'm not sure whether it was because of my lack of manners or the fact that my voice was audible and I didn't stutter at all which even to me was unusual,I only ever speak normally when angry or threatening someone. Still no answer.
"I ummm... I'm deeply sorry for interrupting you,I know it's rude. It's just that I have no idea where I am and I guess this is the more polite way of demanding information without yelling at you because I don't want to do that, you seem nice. Sup,my name is Beca." Oh no. I must look like such a moron. I face palm but my worries are stilled when I heard red(yes I shall call her red ) giggling quietly in her hand. Such a pleasing sound,I could listen to it all finally spoke after that.
"You sure are cute when you ramble."
" Oh I ain't cute,' I struggle to think of what to call her ',red!"
"Not even properly acquainted and I already have a nickname. I am pleasantly flattered. But to ease the awkwardness...my name is Chloe. Chloe Beale." That name suits here,she feels like a Chloe (not literally feels, I haven't even touched her. Not that I want to).
"So uhh, where am I Chloe,Chloe Beale?" I smirk at her and she gives me a glare.
"I swear if you do that every time...anyway you are at my house Beca, Beca Mitchell". Oh no she didn't. "And about your house thing. .your mother was nowhere to be seen and the house looked barely furnished. When did you move, have you not finished unpacking yet? ".
My face has done it taking all that's hers and leaving. No goodbyes,no apologies,no explanation. This time feels different though. Like a proper goodbye but without the words. A sign that it's over between us,a sign that I failed her. Perhaps this will be better for both of us,maybe that's what we need time apart... Forever. Yet she's still out there,and knowing that one bit of information doesn't make me feel the slightest bit safer. She's here, not by my side controlling me and my life,but she's out there and she always finds a way. She's sneaky like that, I don't know what she's planning but I am her daughter(I think) but being brought up by her gives me an advantage...I know how she works, and she only knows how the outer Me works so it's time to become myself... To become the inner me.
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Chloe's pov
I waited patiently for a reply. Nothing.
Was she pondering on what to say,carefully picking out the words she says,is she one of those people? It's highly possible...did something happen in the past that could make her be like this,could she not show her own opinion,does she say what people want to hear bending her response to appeal to them?But maybe I'm over thinking?
"So if you can't grab hold of my mother who...who will I stay with?"
Avoiding the question,could have passed by me if the pause wasn't so long but I don't feel like she has to tell me really,after all,this is the first time we have had an actual conversation(and the things she said when she was passed out or asleep do not count) and I thought it would go a bit differently. More quiet and shy on her side yet she seems well rested and fairly comfortable which is also unusual. I should probably answer now.
" Well we managed to get a hold of your father. He lives in the area right?"
I see her mouth slowly bend into a crooked smile. Having a smile on her face suited her,so far I had only really seen her incredibly uncomfortable or extremely angry and this made for a nice change. But she smiled at the mention of her father so that means she must have a better relationship with him than with her mother whom she avoided talking about so why does she live with her mother then when it looks like she is not at ease there?
" Yes my dad lives in the area, he also teaches at Barden High. Professor Mitchell of the English and Music department? You should of heard of him? I'm sure you have, with such a beautiful singing voice like yours he must have noticed you and well no one forgets the redhead with pretty blue eyes..." Beca thinks I have pretty eyes, that's sweet. I see her look the other direction,probably blushing.
" I like your eyes too by the way, they're a rich navy blue and the mascara and eyeliner really makes them that bit darker. It looks nice,don't get me wrong but it makes you look that bit more mysterious...and sexy "
I shoot her a wink and grin at her when I see her cheeks turn 5 shades redder ( just to be exact ). But is this THE Beca Mitchell or is this an act? Just Beca from this morning and the Beca now are scarily different but I thoroughly enjoy this Beca...The Beca that can talk to me without hyperventilating and getting a panic attack.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Mysterious girl
I wanna get close to you
Oh, oh, oh, oh ,oh, oh
Mysterious girl
That's what Beca Mitchell is. I have said so before; or more like thought. And just being with her like this, joking about, singing,talking about things that matter and may not matter too makes me want to get close to intimately,merely as a good friend she can count on when she's scared to look back, refuses to look to the future, then I will be there to her side as a good friend should be because I want our last year in high school to be a memorable one. I snap out of my Mitchell trance when the door starts to creak open. Professor Mitchell, Beca's father, making his presence known.
"How's my baby girl?" He asks,as he walks over to the bed and kisses her forehead delicately,lovingly. This sends a jolt of jealousy to run through my body. ..my parents never do that. They're always preoccupied by my older sister or younger brother, leaving me,the middle child, to my own devices.
" But grasshopper how did you end up on one of the classroom balconies,that was locked may I add, and with a fractured toe?" he strokes her hair caringly as he awaits an answer.
" I. I umm, well it's sorta hard to explain really." She glances at me with a smile " Well,truthfully, I jumped off the roof running away from this guy Tom. He's just a pathetic bully, no worries Dad."
I glance at her dad that decided to take a seat next to me,he seems to be processing what he was just told. And finally with a little laugh he speaks up;
" Well not quite the craziest thing you have ever done grasshopper. Hell. ..you've even done crazier things with me.."
I look back at Beca and keep stealing glances at her father.
What the hell,what does he mean by that? Isn't jumping off roofs crazy enough? I thought professor Mitchell was a sensible and sophisticated man...
" Dad, we haven't sung our song yet! Sing with me!"
Seeing Beca acting childish and nagging her dad was pretty cute, how else can this girl act? All this time I have been trying to figure out what's her deal yet she keeps changing. I just can't figure her out, usually it takes me a whole school day to get to know someone yet here I am,still trying to slip through the walls, correction, the Thorned and heavily guarded walls that hide who she really is from me.
And once again I was ripped out from the maze of troubled thoughts,only to witness a father-daughter moment occurring as the burst into song.
It's a little bit funny this feeling inside
I'm not one of those who can easily hide
I don't have much money but boy if I did
I'd buy a big house where we both could live
The first verse was sung by Professor Mitchell,his low bass voice, a voice that could fix a broken heart. A voice that I have heard before and found rather astounding. It wasn't the voice I expected to come out from him but it was a pleasant surprise nevertheless. But when he was singing with Beca,the passion was literally leaking of every word, like the fat off of a particularly fatty burger.
If I was a sculptor, but then again, no
Or a man who makes potions in a travelling show
I know it's not much but it's the best I can do
My gift is my song and this one's for you
The next verse had been sung by Beca. She had perfect Control of her voice, using the right effects , hitting all the right buttons,all the right notes. She had sung this song often, I could tell. And then their voices blended together, weaving in and out perfectly and effortlessly. They looked directly into each others eyes but not only their eyes, their souls too.
And you can tell everybody this is your song
It may be quite simple but now that it's done
I hope you don't mind
I hope you don't mind that I put down in words
How wonderful life is while you're in the world
I sat on the roof and kicked off the moss
Well a few of the verses well they've got me quite cross
But the sun's been quite kind while I wrote this song
It's for people like you that keep it turned on
I was thoroughly enjoying the mini concert I was experiencing and the urge to join in was so big I thought I was going to explode yet I would have to hold it in until i got another chance to sing with Beca as I felt that this was purely their song and it would not be okay if I sung with them. I'm not sure whether I should even be listening to this...This was their moment after all.
So excuse me forgetting but these things I do
You see I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue
Anyway the thing is what I really mean
Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen
And you can tell everybody this is your song
It may be quite simple but now that it's done
I hope you don't mind
I hope you don't mind that I put down in words
How wonderful life is while you're in the world
I hope you don't mind
I hope you don't mind that I put down in words
How wonderful life is while you're in the world
And then it was over . I somehow felt closer to Beca...even to Professor Mitchell. I had witnessed them sing their hearts out to each other which has made me wonder; what did my duet with Beca mean to her?
" That was beautiful Professor Mitchell...and Beca." I gave her a Wink
" Please, just call me Warren miss Beale."
"I'm sure she'll remember that Dad. In that case you can call her Chloe, CHLOE BEALE!"
" Jesus Christ Beca..."
well I hope it's a bit longer than the last ones. It's just when typing this up on my tablet on word it's like 4 or 5 pages then when it's posted on here its seems awfully short but never mind.
Next chapter I think I will post in two days as to give me time to Come up with the plot for it and make it a bit longer perhaps. I hope you are still enjoying reading this and I appreciate the fework reviews I have received so thank you.
and yeah, there's a petition for bechloe Canon to be a thing in pitch perfect 3 link in one of the reviews I believe, we can always hope amirite XD anyway, I do not own pitch perfect or any of its characters unfortunately and this I just a fanfiction hence being posted on
love yall,peace~~~~wdavidson