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The Few Things - Chapter 9

I know I updated this just a few days ago, but you guys don’t mind me going ahead and adding another, right? I hope not, because this chapter just kind of happened because of the outpour of love from the last one and from the multiple notifications I’ve gotten about others liking/reblogging previous chapters. So, THANKS, YOU GUYS. It seriously means so much because I honestly never thought anyone would actually like my writing. Here’s chapter 9. I hope you guys enjoy xoxo

Chloe was nervous. She never expected Beca to shoot her down so quickly, but then again, she wasn’t really sure what to expect. Beca obviously didn’t enjoy singing in front of people, even though she was amazing at it, and Chloe just didn’t understand why she wouldn’t want to share that gift.

The conversation had happened only a few hours ago, and Chloe was still trying to figure out a way to convince Beca to join. It had been on her mind nonstop. Well, not just that. To rephrase, Beca was on her mind nonstop.

They had made out for hours but hadn’t talked about it. They had each said some pretty personal things since meeting one another but neither had talked about it. Chloe was a talker. She loved to talk things out. She was also a toucher. She loved to be touching whoever she was with or crushing on. It made her feel good. It was hard for her to explain to anyone who didn’t just understand.

But Chloe knew Beca wasn’t really the touchy-feely type or the talkative type for that matter. She had figured that out so far. Although, there seemed to be something about Chloe that brought those walls down for Beca. She had opened up to her more and even let Chloe hold her hand right after they first met. What was that all about?

And they kissed. Actually kissed. Like, in a way that could have led to more, but neither wanted to push the boundaries. Chloe wanted to cross that line. She wanted to completely erase it all together and just be with Beca all the time, touching and feeling and talking and kissing.

Her mind was in overdrive and every single thought consisted of Beca.

Except, she was totally ignoring what Beca was saying so she could think more about Beca. Which was weird, but still. Chloe had zoned out completely and Beca had absolutely noticed.

“Dude, are you even listening?” Beca asked with a small smirk on her face. She nudged Chloe’s shoulder with her own.

The two girls were sitting on Beca’s bed with no distance between them. Chloe had scooted over so close that the side of her body was pressed against Beca’s. She still couldn’t get over the fact that she was allowed to do this.

Chloe looked over at the brunette and raised her eyebrows in response. No, she hadn’t been listening. She had been thinking of Beca joining the Bellas, which led to Beca singing, which led to Beca in the shower, which led to...

“I was saying, I think we should maybe go on a proper date sometime.”

Chloe really hated that she had missed that part of the conversation because Beca looked extremely nervous and way out of her wheelhouse. She was twisting the ring around on her pointer finger which Chloe had come to notice as a sign that Beca was uncomfortable.

So, to maybe ease the nerves, Chloe reached out and took Beca’s hand in her own. The coolness of the ring being pressed between her own fingers made a chill run down her spine. She loved feeling every little bit of Beca’s presence.

“I would love to,” Chloe smiled. She gave Beca’s hand a squeeze.

Beca smiled at her. It was a beautiful smile. It was genuine, Chloe could tell, and it seemed to light up Beca’s dark eyes. When she closed her lips to hide her teeth, the smile was somehow even more adorable. It was kind of like a smirk now. The one that Chloe knew would get her to do almost anything.

Beca turned away from Chloe, looking back down at the laptop sitting in front of her. She was clicking around with her free hand now, not daring to take her other away from Chloe’s grasp.

Chloe let her head rest on Beca’s shoulder. She was watching her do something on a digital mixing board. She had one earbud in and Chloe could hear the faint sound of a beat being played. She wanted to know what Beca was doing, and how she did it, but she also didn’t want to bother her.

“You know I wasn’t trying to be mean when I told you that a capella wasn’t my thing, right?” Beca asked out of the blue.

Chloe shifted her head so that she was looking at Beca’s profile now. Her lips were parted just slightly, and she was concentrating really hard on the screen. Chloe reached up and tilted Beca’s chin towards her so that the brunette was forced to make eye contact.

A grin spread over Chloe’s face as she took in her beauty. Beca’s eyes were serious but there was a lightness to her features. The way Beca looked at Chloe made her heart flutter a bit. She watched the dark blue eyes skim down her face to her lips, then up to her nose, and finally back to her eyes.

“I know,” Chloe said simply. “I get it, it’s a little weird. I mean, we make music…” Chloe stopped for dramatic effect. “With our mouths.”

“Hmm,” Beca chuckled at that. “I think I could think of some better uses for your mouth.”

Chloe’s mouth fell open. She was surprised at Beca’s forward flirtation, but she also loved it.

“Beca Mitchell!” Chloe exclaimed as she sat up a little more. “What are you implying?”

Beca grinned widely as she took her earbud out and pushed her laptop to the side. She moved so that she was straddling Chloe. Chloe’s breath hitched in her throat as she felt Beca settle down on her.

“I think you know,” Beca said quietly as she brought her hands up to cup Chloe’s face.

Before Chloe could say anything else, Beca’s lips were pressed against hers and her tongue was in her mouth. Beca was being very forward and it made Chloe tingle all over.

She grabbed a hold of Beca’s shirt, pulling the brunette closer to her. She could feel Beca’s hips move just once, involuntarily, against hers and it definitely had Chloe on edge faster than she cared to admit.

It took every ounce of Chloe’s self-control not to flip Beca onto her back and have her way with her. She didn’t want to move too fast. Beca had just kissed her for the first time yesterday, kissed a girl for the first time yesterday. Chloe wanted to do this right and to make sure Beca was ready.

But Beca was making it hard. The way her tongue caressed Chloe’s and the way she sighed into the kiss whenever Chloe would pull her close again… it was too much for her to comprehend. Beca had a good grip on her neck, hands on either side, gently letting her thumb slide over Chloe’s skin.

She couldn’t take not having control anymore. Chloe quickly and expertly flipped Beca so that she was on her back. She wasn’t going to take it further, but the look on Beca’s face when she looked up at Chloe definitely made her think about it.

She settled between Beca’s legs and dipped down to reconnect their lips. She held herself up, thankful for the extra pushups and workouts she did to make it possible so that she wouldn’t squish Beca.

Chloe gasped when she felt Beca’s hand slip under her shirt and settle on the small of her back She only let it stop her for a second, taking a deep breath to calm herself before kissing Beca again.

Beca’s fingernails scratched across Chloe’s skin, sending goosebumps scattering all over her body. A particularly uncomfortable warmth had settled between her legs and Chloe was dying for a just a little bit of relief.

But she wouldn’t dare do anything without talking to Beca first. That was her main priority. She would kiss Beca all day long. She would squirm and fight her urges because she hoped it would eventually all pay off. She would do nothing to make Beca uncomfortable, but when the time was right she would do everything to make Beca scream her name.

Chloe had to push the thought from her mind.

“Short sta- WHOAH!” Chloe heard as the door to Beca’s bedroom slammed open.

Her initial reaction was to push off of Beca quickly, so she did. She stood beside the bed, as she took note of a blonde girl standing in the doorway.

“AMY!” Beca yelled as the girl looked between the two of them.

“Sorry! My bad!” the girl, apparently Australian, apologized as she backed out of the room. “I’ll just be out here!”

Chloe watched the door close as she took notice of her own state. She was breathless, and her mind was whirring, and the sight before her when she turned back around didn’t help.

Beca laid there, propped up on her elbows with her legs slightly parted from where Chloe had vacated them, lips tented red with the kiss, and hair just a tiny bit mussed from Chloe’s actions. She was breathless, too. Her chest moved quickly as she brought her gaze back to Chloe. She had a hint of annoyance in her eyes, but Chloe was sure she saw it vanish when they locked on hers.

Chloe wanted nothing more than to crawl back onto the bed and finish what they had started. She could see that Beca was considering it, too. The way the brunette’s eyes traveled up and down her body. Chloe was sure she wasn’t hiding her desires like she initially hoped to.

“So, that’s Fat Amy?” Chloe asked, breaking the silence. It probably wasn’t the best thing to say or do, but the tension was thick, and she had to do something to cut it.

Beca groaned and brought her hands up to cover her face, causing her body to fall back on the bed in annoyance. Defeat? Chloe couldn’t really tell. All she knew is that Fat Amy may have saved her from making a huge mistake before Beca was ready.

Chloe left not long after that. Beca was still annoyed at the fact that Fat Amy had just barged in. Then again, she wasn’t sure what else to expect. That seemed to be a hallmark of Amy’s personality along with being completely unreliable in most situations.

“Sorry about that, short stack,” Amy said as the door closed behind Chloe. Beca turned on her heels, pressing her back to the wood. She let her head fall back with a thump.

“It’s fine,” Beca mumbled. Because truthfully, maybe it was. Things were getting hot and heavy, and she wasn’t sure she was quite ready for that. Even when her body was screaming for her to take the leap, her head was telling her to slow the fuck down.

“So…” Amy said awkwardly. “You’re into girls now?”

“Um, yeah,” Beca answered. “It’s kind of a new thing.”

“Cool,” Amy nodded. Beca could tell she wasn’t really sure what to say. The Australian also tended to say the wrong things at the wrong time, and the fact that she was being considerate enough to hold back meant a lot to Beca.

The silence stretched out until Beca thought maybe Amy had suffered a stroke or something. She was never quiet for that long. Ever.

“So, you’re a lesbo?”

“I’m bi, Amy,” Beca exhaled as she ran her fingers through her hair.

“Twice the fun!” Amy exclaimed.

“Oh my God,” Beca groaned.

“Good for you, shorty.”

“What are you doing here, Ames?” Beca asked, trying to change the subject quickly. “I thought you were in Prague.”

“I was, but I got bored, so now I’m here.”

“What exactly do you even do?” Beca asked.

She could never figure out that part of Amy’s life out. In college, she was normal… well… okay, normal was a stretch. She definitely wasn’t as secretive. Then, after graduation, she did some kind of sideshow called Fat Amy Winehouse. Beca didn’t think she made a lot of money off of it, but maybe she did? Because one day, she told Beca she was going to travel the world and off she went.

Amy mumbled something under her breath quiet enough for Beca to not be able to hear it. It was the usual response Beca got. She was starting to think Amy was a part of some secret organization or something.

“Okay, well, I have some more work to do. You know where everything is, and your room is still made up,” Beca told her. Before walking past her friend, she stopped and looked down at her. “I’ve missed you, or whatever,” she mumbled and then went back off to her room.

Chloe Beale Today 11:21 PM Chloe: Is it crazy that I can’t stop thinking about you? Chloe: Because if it is, then that’s totally not what I’m doing…

Beca smiled down at her phone. Her eyes were burning from staring at her computer for hours and hours. She was just about to lay down for the night and try to sleep, but now she would have to stay up. There was no way she was going to fall asleep on a sweet, sentimental Chloe. Even if that wasn’t exactly Beca’s cup of tea.

Beca: Everyone’s a little crazy, Beale. Beca: but I’m totally thinking of you too so we can be crazy together Chloe: :) Chloe: So this date you mentioned…

The date. The date Beca was so nervous to ask Chloe on or even really attempt to plan. She wasn’t really good at the stuff.

She let her hands hover over the keyboard. What was she supposed to say? She knew she wanted to take Chloe out, which as a big deal for Beca. She wasn’t exactly out yet, not to her family. Her friends knew. Well, Amy knew. Stacie and Emily still hadn’t been filled in on all the blissful details of the last two days.

The thought of how quickly she had gone from not being sure about her sexuality to very sure was crazy. All it took was Chloe looking at her, speaking to her, kissing her… just Chloe really. She had made Beca so sure, and Beca was certain that she didn’t want to stop kissing Chloe and that it was one million times better than kissing Jesse.

Chloe: Becs… either you’ve been typing for ten minutes or youre freaking out.

Beca smiled a bit because of course, Chloe was already starting to figure her out and she wasn’t even her girlfriend yet. Girlfriend. Holy shit. That was… wow.

Beca dropped her phone onto the bed and got up. She needed to think. She needed to figure out what she was doing. She had just been living in the moment since that hike. She really liked Chloe. Like, way more than she already should.

Her phone vibrated again but she didn’t want to look at it. Instead, she grabbed her headphones and put them around her neck. She plugged them into her phone, strategically avoiding the message Chloe had just sent and started to play her music.

“Amy,” Beca called as she exited her room. Her friend was nowhere to be seen. Beca assumed she was in the guest room getting ready for bed or possibly out of the apartment completely.

She left, put the headphones over her ears as she descended the steps and started to walk down the street. The music blaring was therapeutic. It tuned out the world around her but helped her think at the same time. She switched her phone to ‘Do Not Disturb’ and dropped it back into her pocket. She just needed music. Nothing else to distract her.

She focused on only one thing and that was Chloe. She thought about how she felt when she was around her. How she felt safe and calm in her presence, but also flustered and overwhelmed. She thought about the way Chloe kissed her tenderly, which turned into hot and heavy, which led Beca’s mind to unspeakable places. She bit her bottom lip. Beca liked that thought a lot. Enough to know that she never wanted it to stop.

That thought scared her. The whole forever feeling she got when she was around Chloe. She had known the girl for less than a month, and she was falling head over heels. That wasn’t what Beca did. Beca was a loner. She had made it that way with only three exceptions, well now four apparently. She was turning into a softy around Chloe. The walls she spent so long building were crumbling down.

The walls she built because of her family. Beca had spent her entire life trying to make them proud and win their approval. Her dad had never supported her dream of becoming a producer, even when she landed the amazing internship that turned into a permanent position. Although she wasn’t doing exactly what she wanted to do, she was making progress.

Her mom, however, was on Beca’s side usually. Not always, but usually. Beca was a lot like her mother. They were both more closed off and that made it hard for Beca to really know exactly what her mom was thinking. It was kind of ironic, actually. She knew she did it to everyone else around her and just how frustrating it could be, yet she continued to do it.

Her grandmother would never understand. The woman was too set in her religious ways, which made it hard for Beca. Her grandmother, or Gramgram as Beca called her, had basically raised Beca after her parents split. She spent many nights with her, went to church with her, and learned some of life’s most basic lessons from her. Beca saw now, though, that those lessons were doused in religion. She had come to form her own opinions on how things should be handled and the way the world works.

She kept those opinions to herself though around her family. She was already the outsider for the most part, different than everyone else. She didn’t want to add the controversial opinions she had or put forth the energy to fight the argument that would definitely follow. None of it was worth it to her. She knew she wouldn’t change their mind and it would only upset them all.

That’s how she felt about coming out, too. She hadn’t even had time to really think about it, but she knew it was something she wanted to avoid. She lived her life quite happily without discussing her romantic life with her family. Why change that now?

Yes, they always pressured her to find a “man that could take care of and support her” or whatever, but Beca had been working on battling that for a while. She told them any chance she could that she didn’t need a man or anyone else in her life for that matter. She was just fine on her own and would make it one way or the other. They didn’t like that very much.

Settling down really never appealed to Beca. She saw how easily it could all fall apart, and she wanted nothing to do with that. The pain and suffering her mom went through absolutely did not appeal to her.

That could change though. Everything else seemed to be changing. Why not that, too?

Beca looked up from where she had been staring at her feet as they moved along the pavement. She recognized the building she was in front of. She also recognized the redhead that was coming down the front steps of the building in a hurry.

When Chloe looked up, she almost bumped into Beca. Her eyes were wide, and she looked worried. Her hair was down, and her curls were bouncing with each step she descended. She was still in her pajamas, pink short shorts and a white tank top that made her look absolutely adorable in Beca’s opinion. The amount of skin showing was a bit distracting as well.

Beca pushed the headphones until they were hanging around her neck. The look on Chloe’s face was a mixture of confusion, worry, and maybe just a hint of anger. Beca had a feeling she knew what about, too.

“What are you doing here?” Chloe asked as she came to an abrupt stop in front of Beca.

“I, um,” Beca looked around. She wasn’t really sure how she got here. She was just walking, not really paying attention to the turns she was taking. Her body just kind of carried her here. “I was just out for a walk.”

“I was just about to come to see you,” Chloe said quietly. “You weren’t answering my texts. I got worried that I said something wrong or–”

“You didn’t,” Beca told her. She reached out and took Chloe’s hand. God, that was the last thing she wanted Chloe to think. “I just… ugh, I don’t know how to say it.”

Beca looked down at her feet again and caught sight of her fingers intertwined with Chloe’s. The way Chloe’s thumb was gently running over hers made her happy. Happier than she had felt in a long time. Why was she so scared of that?

“You don’t want to be with me,” Chloe said sadly.

Beca’s head snapped up and she could see the tears forming in Chloe’s eyes.

“What? No! That’s not…” How could she possibly think that? Then again, how could she possibly not think that? Beca was such a dick. She shouldn’t have ignored her. She should have just told her how she felt. She needed to fix it. “I do. I do so much, Chlo. That’s what scares me.” Beca’s heart was pounding.

Chloe just looked at her. Those ice blue eyes were fixed onto Beca’s. She needed more. Beca knew she was confusing. She was confusing herself.

Beca gave Chloe’s hand a squeeze and pulled her closer. She grabbed her other hand so that they were now completely facing each other. This was it. She had to tell her. They had to work this out because the thought of losing Chloe Beale was too awful.

“Can we go up to your apartment? I don’t really want to talk out here,” Beca said.

Without hesitation, Chloe was pulling her back up the steps of her apartment building. Beca stumbled a bit to keep up, but the grip Chloe had on her hand was unwavering.

Before she knew it, they were up the three flights of stairs and sitting on Chloe’s couch. Chloe had dropped her purse by the door and Beca was now sitting nervously in front of her.

“Okay, so…” Beca started.

It was best if she just didn’t think about it. Just talk. That’s what she was going to do. Maybe it would help if she closed her eyes? But that would be weird. Yeah, she would definitely keep them open.

“My family is not at all accepting of the LGBT community. So, my whole life I’ve been brought up in the religious strict no gay policy. It was bad. It was a sin. All that shit. I mean, once I was out of the house and could actually figure things out on my own, I saw how wrong that was. I know how wrong their opinions are, and not just on that issue. Basically everything. I don’t want to get into the whole religion versus God thing, but that’s just how they are. So, the chances of me coming out to them are slim to none because I just don’t think I could handle all of that, you know? Unless I find someone that’s completely worth it. And what scares me the most is that I’m starting to maybe think that you could be? Because, like I said before, I like you a lot. Way more than I probably should. And this is all just moving so fast and my feelings are just so fucked up and I can’t… I can’t seem to really figure out what’s happening in my head. All I know is that I want to be with you because you make me happy and I’ve never had anyone make me as happy as you do and it’s all just freaking me out. Because really there’s so much that you don’t know about me, but I want you to know and I’m sure you’ll learn it all pretty quickly because–”

Beca was interrupted by a hand over her mouth. Chloe was looking at her, eyebrows raised, trying to take in all the information that had just been hurled at her.

“Babe, you’re rambling,” Chloe said quietly and with a tiny smirk. “It’s cute when you ramble, but I’m going to need a second to just process.”

Beca nodded with Chloe’s hand still over her mouth. She watched as Chloe’s twinkling eyes studied her and her hand slowly dropped down and took its place back in Beca’s.

“So, you want to be with me?” Chloe asked, finally breaking the silence that was slowly killing Beca.

“Um, yes,” Beca nodded. She watched as the smile that broke across Chloe’s lips widened. It caused Beca to smirk in return. “Do you, um, do you want to be with me?” she asked nervously.

For Chloe to be the sentimental sappy one, Beca sure felt like she was the only one that put herself out there a lot in the relationship so far. She wasn’t entirely sure how Chloe felt towards her. She had an inkling of an idea, but Beca needed it spelled out for her most of the time.

Chloe bit her bottom lip to try and contain her smile. “Yes,” she answered. Her face grew serious. “How about, for right now, we just focus on that? We can deal with your family later, but right now… let’s just focus on us and see where it goes.”

“I’d like that,” Beca nodded. “So, does that make us, um…”

“Girlfriends?” Chloe supplied, her smile beaming. “I think it does,” she giggled.

“Good,” Beca smiled too. Her heart was ready to burst. She doesn’t remember a time she was so happy. She also doesn’t remember a time she took such a leap. She prayed it paid off. She had a feeling it would.

CONTINUE

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