this was sort of a quickie(that's what she said),didn't even check spelling or anything too much, heard this song, edge of seventeen, stevie nick's, I listened to a cover but was like why not and I wanted this chapter to be a little bit fluff and then just like boom,flirting. So yeah, chloes just gave up towards the end of that,tell me if you think it will stay the same next chapter or whatever you think. There won't be any updates during the weekend ,that's my time to just chill, I'm also going out with my girlfriend then so yeah. Anyway thanks for the follows, even favourites and reviews. Feel free to post more reviews. I need some criticism too. Can I make it better in anyway?
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Chloe sure is something don't you think? It's been 2 days since I've seen her and had our first conversation which went a bit differently than your typical first talk can go, then again what did I expect? A demon such as my self crossing ways with a beyond attractive scientist with that lab clinging to her curves and the fiery locks, truly unforgettable. I believe I enjoy teasing her way more than I should, even from are rather brief meeting. It's weird really, this has happened before, I'm not saying I'm attracted to her ,that may be a possibility in the future but I can't just let myself go straight away, what's the fun in that. Anyway, this has happened before, I became infatuated with a human, she freaked out and ran away.
The locks start to click open again, a small smile creeping across my face.
And then Chloe comes in, papers in her right hand and left one hiding something behind her back.
" it's not exactly what you asked for but it's the best I could do." She reveals the item and it is in fact a ukulele
" Ahh I see , a tiny guitar for a tiny person. Thank you Chloe, this means a lot to me...really. " She wanders over in my direction handing me the Ukulele ,hands touching in the exchange.
" You wanna have a little jam with me?" I ask. Just as she's about to answer I say." Either way we are. "
I quickly check whether the uke is in tune and start to play an upbeat strum. Tapping my foot with the rhythm.
Just like the white winged dove
Sings a song
Sounds like she's singin'
Whoo-whoo-whoo
Just like the white winged dove
Sings a song
Sounds like she's singin'
Whoo, baby, whoo
Said, whoo
I don't quite understand my song choice. But Chloe sure seemed surprised by my voice. A smile plasters her face. I dance over into her way. Multitasking on point I must say. Quickly stop to throw her papers on the desk and continue to play. The ukuleles sound creating a nice contracts with the tone of my voice.
And the days go by
Like a strand in the wind
In the web that is my own
I begin again
Said to my friend, baby
Nothin' else mattered
He was no more
(He was no more)
Than a baby then
Well, he seemed broken hearted
Somethin' within him
But the moment
That I first laid
Eyes on him
All alone on the edge of seventeen
" Will you , Chloe ,take me to be your dance partner?" she giggles.
" Sure Becs." Becs, I like it. I stare down at the ukulele and it begins to slowly float over into the corner of the room, still strumming the steady rhythm I had created.
Chloe looked at me bewildered, I just shrugged with a mischievous grin. Our eyes locked and I nodded signalling he start of our duet.
Just like the white winged dove
Sings a song
Sounds like she's singin'
Whoo, baby, whoo, whoo
Just like the white winged dove
Sings a song
Sounds like she's singin'
Said, whoo, baby, whoo
Said, whoo
Well, I went today
Maybe I will go again
Tomorrow, yeah, yeah
Well, the music there
Well it was hauntingly familiar
When I see you doin'
What I try to do for me
With their words of a poet
And a voice from a choir
And a melody
Nothin' else mattered
I never expected Chloe to be such a good singer, I knew she wasn't tone death, her melodic speaking voice and laugh just hotel that she could sing, I'm pretty sure I don't have a special 6th sense for that sort of stuff but who knows, anyways. Our voices blended together, hers going for a slightly higher pitch as I stayed down lower, mixing together something single worthy if I say so my self. She seems so carefree, like she had let her down and let loose ( even though her hair is down anyway but you know what I mean). The smile threatening to appear on her face showing that she was enjoying herself even if she probably won't admit that later, I know the truth.
Just like the white winged dove
Sings a song
Sounds like she's singin'
Whoo, baby, whoo, said whoo
Just like the white winged dove
Sings a song
Sounds like she's singin'
Said, whoo, baby, whoo
Said, whoo
The clouds never expect it
When it rains
But the sea changes colours
But the sea
Does not change
So with the slow graceful flow
Of age
I went forth with an age old
Desire to please
On the edge of seventeen
If I thought her singing was sexy, her dancing couldn't even compare. Starting off with a little but jiggle as we slowly made our way over to each other doing a former of slow dance accept it was wasn't slow, like at all, one moment she was spinning out of my grasp the next she was cuddled up into my chest ( as best as she could since even though we are both quite short I am more so),rocking side to side. I felt her singing vibrate into my chest causing me to shiver.
Just like the white winged dove
Sings a song
Sounds like she's singin'
Whoo, baby, whoo, said whoo
Just like the white winged dove
Sings a song
Sounds like she's singin'
Whoo, baby, whoo
Said, whoo
Well then suddenly
There was no one left standing
In the hall, yeah, yeah
In a flood of tears
That no one really ever heard fall at all
When I went searchin' for an answer
Up the stairs and down the hall
Not to find an answer
Just to hear the call
Of a nightbird singin'
(Come away)
(Come away)
The dancing had now come to a stop as we stood in front of each other ,harmonising easily and looking into each others eyes. Her pure icy crystal blues meeting my darker ones, the dark navy blue with flecks of pain .
Just like the white winged dove
Sings a song
Sounds like she's singin'
Whoo, baby, whoo, said whoo
Just like the white winged dove
Sings a song
Sounds like she's singin'
Whoo, baby, whoo
Said, whoo
Well, I hear you (well, I hear you)
In the morning (in the morning)
And I hear you (and I hear you)
At nightfall (at nightfall)
Sometime to be near you
Is to be unable to hear you
My love
I'm a few years older than you
(I'm a few years older than you)
Just like the white winged dove
Sings a song
Sounds like she's singin'
Whoo, baby, whoo
Said, whoo
The ukulele had gone quieter and quieter throughout the performance until it had become completely silent as my attention became fully drawn to Chloe. The raw talent she possesses coupled with the looks and personality too ( even though I haven't gotten to know her that much yet ). She's probably great in bed too. ..
" Becs. ..that- that was awesome. We rocked that."
" Hell yeah we did. You wanna 'rock' on he bed with me now?" I said suggestively with a wink. Chloe just looked at the floor , not looking up. I gently touched her shoulders.
" I'm sorry, was that too far? I can stop if you want? I don't want you feeling uncomfortable-"
" No no no no! It's fine, I was just off in another universe..."
" Were me and you having some of he best sex ever in that universe? If they were then damn, I'm jealous. "
" You really should be. It was kinky as fuck." Chloe Beale just fried my brain.
" D-di-did you, you j-ust s-s-say th-at? " oh god, that came out worse than I thought it would. Fuck me sideways with a baby kangaroo. Blame fat Amy for that.
" Did I just make Beca Mitchell stutter? Gonna have to write that down- demons can get flustered. .and I like it." She giggled and kissed my cheek. " OK girl, I have to go, early meeting. One of the guards will drop of some gym clothes later for you." She surveys my body. " yes they'll fit VERY nicely on you. See you tomorrow in the group testing, beb."
She strolled out of the room with a slight sway in her hips.
" Quit staring at my ass Mitchell!" she laughs out. Turning around to close the door with a final grin. And it shuts.
If that's how she wants to play it. Game on.