Movie: The Notebook

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Bechloe - ‘Rain’

So I dunno about you guys but when I hear ‘romantic rain scene’ I immediately think of that scene in The Notebook. So I’ve taken a transcript from 'the rain scene’ and 'the fight scene’ from that movie and Bechloefied it. Hope you enjoy :)

Beca and Chloe slowly reached the gate of Beca’s mansion, having just returned from a long walk and catch-up. That morning had been the first time they’d seen each other in years. It had been a shock. It had broken Beca’s heart to find out that Chloe was engaged. Due to get married in a couple of months actually. And it had broken Chloe’s heart to have seen Beca in the flesh in the first place.

All of a sudden, what had started out as a couple of drops of rain turned into a torrential downpour and Chloe let out a small squeal. It was still a fair distance to get to Beca’s house, and so the two women strode down the long path, getting more soaked by the minute.

Suddenly Chloe couldn’t take the curiosity any longer, so stopped in her tracks. She had a question that had been eating away at her for years. It took Beca a moment to realise she’d stopped and when she did she turned on the spot, furrowing her brow as she continued to get soaked.

“Why didn’t you write me?” Chloe asked loudly, trying to be heard over the heavy rain, “Why?” And she watched as Beca hesitated. But Chloe continued. Because Beca needed to understand, “It wasn’t over for me, I waited for you for seven years. But now it’s too late.” It WAS too late. She was getting married to Tom. The man who she had fallen for a few years ago. At least, she thought she had. But seeing Beca again, in the flesh, brought back so many old feelings she’d tried hard to squish down.

“I wrote you 365 emails.” Beca called out to the redhead. Because that had been what she’d promised. She’d promised, when they’d parted ways seven years ago, that she would write to Chloe all the time. Not through text, that really wasn’t her style and her record of losing phones was diabolical, but emails she could do really well. The thing was, Chloe had never responded to any of them. And it had killed Beca, “I wrote you every day for a year.”

Chloe froze, unable to move despite how soaked she was. Her clothing stuck to her skin. But she didn’t care. “You wrote me?” She said quietly, but with just enough volume for Beca to hear, as the brunette slowly walked towards her, nodding.

“Yeah.” Beca said as she stopped before the redhead, her chest heaving as she breathed quickly, “It wasn’t over. It still isn’t over.”

And Beca dove forward, bring her hands to the back of Chloe’s head and pulling her into a deep kiss. A kiss that was both rough and tender in one go, made sensual thanks to the heavy rain that fell on them.

An hour later and Chloe took several deep breaths as she laid on her back on Beca’s bed. The brunette rolled to lay beside her, a lazy smile on her face. Chloe let out a heavy sigh, beaming at the woman with her,

“You’ve gotta be kidding me.” The redhead said with a small giggle, “All this time that’s what I’ve been missing?” She heard Beca let out a chuckle but Chloe was already too busy getting to her knees to straddle Beca’s waist, “Let’s do it again.”

The next morning the sun was shining brightly and Beca was sat out on on a long bench on the front porch of her mansion home. She was happier than she’d ever felt before, over the moon that she was reunited with the woman she’d been in love with for over seven years.

Chloe stepped out onto the front porch, her phone in her hand, twiddling it between her fingers.

“Interesting morning?” Beca asked, taking a slight jab at how long Chloe had been asleep for.

“Yeah…” the redhead replied, sitting in the space on the bench beside Beca. She showed Beca the screen of her phone and Beca immediately grinned. Because on the screen it clearly showed that Chloe had all 365 emails that she’d missed all those years ago sat in her inbox.

“Huh…” Beca said, “see you got my emails..” And Chloe nodded in embarrassment. Beca simply chuckled, muttering a “Finally” which Chloe heard.

The redhead looked down at her phone nervously, twiddling the device between her fingers. She didn’t dare look up as she spoke quietly. She couldn’t face Beca’s reaction.

“So Tom’s here in town.”

“He’s here?” Beca asked.

“Yeah, at the hotel down the road. I saw he’d checked in on Facebook..

The two women fell silent. The news of Chloe’s fiancé’s arrival in the neighbourhood drew questions into the forefront of Beca’s brain. She was finally reunited with Chloe, but they weren’t in a relationship. They weren’t even really friends, not any more, thanks to so much time that had passed.

Beca cleared her throat, looking over at the redhead tentatively, “What are you gonna do Chlo?”

“I don’t know..” Chloe said in a quiet tone. Because she had absolutely NO idea. She had just spent the most perfect twelve hours of her life with the woman sat beside her. But less than two miles away was her fiancé, sat in the hotel she’d recommended to him, waiting for her response to his latest text where he’d asked if she wanted to meet him for brunch. She jumped at Beca’s change in tone.

“We’re back to that?” Beca asked, a dark look looming over her face, “Are we back there?” One of the reasons Beca and Chloe had fought so much back in the day had been down to their lack of communication and Chloe’s inability to make a decision. She was always torn between what she actually wanted and what her family wanted for her. Beca wanted to grab the redhead by the shoulders and shake her to get her to open her eyes properly to the fact that they were in love. “What about the past twelve hours? They happened you know.”

“I know that they happened,” Chloe said quietly, sad that Beca was becoming moody, “and they were wonderful”. And while she was being honest when she said how wonderful the time they had spent together was, she still couldn’t shake the guilt she had that she’d cheated on Tom, “But they were also very irresponsible.” She added tentatively.

To her dismay Beca immediately stood up, angrily, and took a couple of paces to the edge of the decking to look out at the front lawn. This was the problem with Beca. She struggled to explain how she was feeling when she was frustrated. And Chloe had only one way of trying to get herself heard when Beca got like this. She had to explain, “I have a fiancé waiting for me at a hotel who’s gonna be crushed when he finds out what I did!”

“So you have sex with me, and then you go back to your husband?” Beca screeched out as she turned on the spot to face a stubborn looking Chloe, “Was that your plan?” the brunette shouted, “Was that a test that I didn’t pass?”

Chloe stood up quickly to try to retain some form of power over this conversation that was fast turning into an argument, “No! I made a promise to a man. He gave me a ring and I gave him my word.”

“Yeah well your word’s a bit shot to hell now, dontcha think?” Beca snapped, bringing her hand to her hair and pushing it back from her face slightly in frustration.

“I don’t know-” Chloe began quietly, her volume increasing as she saw Beca roll her eyes, “I don’t know. I’ll find out when I talk to him.”

Beca shook her head in disbelief, “This is not about keeping your promise, and its not about following your heart. It’s about security.”

Chloe folded her arms defensively, “What is that supposed to mean?”

“Society!”

“What are you talki-”

“He’s a dude!” Beca yelled, pointing out to the garden but in the general direction where Tom’s hotel might be, “You’re gonna stay with him because he’d a dude and it’s what society expects!”

Chloe pointed a finger at the woman before her, her blood boiling, “Now I hate you, you smug bitch!” she yelled.

“Well I hate you. If you leave here, I hate you.”

“Wha-haven’t you been paying attention to anything thats been happening these past few days?” Chloe was SO angry at that moment, and she toyed with the idea of walking off.

“I guess not, I guess I must have misread all those signals.” Beca said, throwing her hands up in an 'I give up’ kind of way.

“Yeah I guess you did.” Chloe said furiously, and she turned around, beginning to walk away from Beca and away from the house. She needed to get to her car. She needed to get to Tom. She needed reassurance that her decision to walk away from Beca right now was a good one. The right one.

“You’re bored!” Beca called out to Chloe accusingly, and she began to follow the redhead. Because she hadn’t finished yet. “You’re bored and you know it. You wouldn’t be here if there wasn’t something missing.”

Chloe turned around and began walking backwards instead, yelling, “You arrogant bitch!” before turning back around and pacing over to her car.

“Would you just stay with me?” She heard Beca ask rather aggressively, and Chloe stopped at her car.

“Stay with you?” Chloe exclaimed, “What for? Look at us, we’re already fighting!” If this is how it was going to be with Beca then Chloe didn’t want it. But to Beca, it didn’t matter how anything was going to be, so long as it was with Chloe.

“Well that’s what we do!” Beca exclaimed, stopping just before Chloe, “We fight! You tell me when I’m being an arrogant bitch, and I tell you when you’re being a pain in the ass!” Beca began making her way to Chloe’s driver-side door and leant against it to prevent her from leaving just yet, “Which you are, 99% of the time. I’m not afraid to hurt your feelings. They have like a two-second rebound rate and your back doing the next pain in the ass thing.”

Beca had to admit she hadn’t meant to quite go off on one like she had, but despite having tears in her eyes, Chloe continued talking sharply at her, “So what?” the redhead asked and they fell silent for a couple of moments. Their chests heaved as they tried to catch their breath.

“So it’s not gonna be easy.” Beca said with a shrug, annoyed that she was having to explain this to Chloe. To explain the obvious. “It’s gonna be really hard, and we’re gonna have to work at this every day but I wanna do that because I want you!” Chloe froze, her heart swelling slightly despite her anger as Beca continued in a slightly softer voice than she had been using, “I want all of you, forever. You and me, every day.” Chloe didn’t really know what to say, but she cleared her throat anyway to prepare for another exchange of words. Beca, however, wasn’t finished.

“Will you do something for me? Please? Will you just picture your life for me, 30 years from now, 40 years from now? Whats it look like? If it’s with that guy then go. Go!” Beca pointed at the distance beside them again, as if pointing at Tom, and Chloe took a deep breath. Because she hated seeing those tears in Beca’s eyes.

“I lost you once, I think I could do it again. If I thought it’s what you really wanted.” Beca said quietly, shaking her head slightly. And Chloe considered for a moment that perhaps Beca was calling some sort of truce. A sad truce. But a truce nonetheless. The peace around them didn’t last for long though. “But don’t you take the easy way out.” Beca said in a threatening tone and Chloe furrowed her brow.

“What easy way? There is no easy way! No matter what I do, somebody gets hurt!” Chloe exclaimed, tears beginning to roll down her cheeks. Because she hated hurting people. And she loved both her fiancé and this woman. Choosing one would mean hurting the other.

Beca took a deep breath and closed her eyes. She couldn’t bare to see Chloe so upset, but she had to know something. So with a sigh she opened her eyes again and took Chloe’s hand, her voice far softer, “Would you stop thinking about what everyone wants? Stop thinking about what I want, what he wants, what your parents want, what society wants. What do you want?” Beca watched as Chloe shook her head gently, “What do you want?” She repeated but Chloe exhaled loudly and shook her head slightly,

“It’s not that simple-” the redhead said and Beca immediately dropped Chloe’s hand, the frustration in her voice evident,

“What do you want?” No answer and Beca could feel her anger bubbling to the surface, “Goddammit, what do you want?!”

Chloe stood her ground, refusing to answer the petite woman. She didn’t know what she wanted and she didn’t want to just give Beca a quick answer in the Heat of the moment - especially as Beca had this incredible gift of remembering her every word.

So with a quiet voice, Chloe looked into Beca’s dark blue eyes, “…I have to go.”

And there was a pause as Beca evaluated the outcomes of her potential next action. Either she remained stood where she was and be accused of essentially holding Chloe against her will. Which was tempting because she didn’t want to let her go. But as Beca looked into those bright blue eyes she knew in her heart of hearts that she had to.

So with a growl of frustration Beca stepped away from the car, bringing her hands to her head to push back her long brown hair. And Chloe dove into her car, tears streaming down her cheeks once again, as she started the engine of the vehicle, and drove off. Away from Beca. Towards Tom.

- ¿Te quedarías conmigo? - ¿Quedarme contigo? ¿Para qué? Míranos, ya estamos peleando. - Pues, eso es lo que hacemos. Pelear. Tú me dices cuando soy un hijo de puta arrogante y yo te digo cuando eres una pesada insoportable. Lo cual eres, 99% del tiempo. No me importa lastimarte. Me lo devuelves al instante y regresas a hacer la misma cagada. - Entonces ¿qué? - Así que no será fácil, será difícil. Y tendremos que echarle ganas cada día, pero quiero hacerlo porque te quiero. Quiero todo de ti, para siempre, tú y yo. Cada día. ¿Harás algo por mí? Por favor imagina tu vida. 30 años desde hoy. 40 años desde hoy. ¿Cómo se ve? Si es ese tipo pues vete, ¡vete! Te perdí una vez, creo que podría hacerlo de nuevo, si supiera que es lo que realmente quieres. Pero no tomes el camino más fácil. - ¿Cuál? No hay manera fácil, no importa lo que haga, alguien se lastima. - Deja de pensar en lo que quiere todo el mundo. Deja de pensar en lo que quiero yo. En lo que quiere él o en lo que quieren tus padres. ¿Qué quieres tú?
Well, that's what we do.

We fight. You tell me when I’m being an arrogant son of a bitch, and I tell you when you’re being a pain in the ass. Which you are, 99 percent of the time. I’m not afraid to hurt your feelings. They have like a two-second rebound rate, and you’re back doing the next pain-in-the-ass thing. So it’s not going to be easy. It’s gonna be really hard. And we’re going to have to work at this every day, but I want to do that, because I want you. I want all of you, forever, you and me, every day. Will you do something for me? Please? Will you just picture your life for me? Years from now, 30 or 40 years from now, what’s it look like? If it’s with that guy, go! Go! I lost you once! I think I could do it again, if I thought it’s what you really wanted. But don’t you take the easy way out. Would you stop thinking about what everyone wants? Stop thinking about what I want, what he wants, what your parents want. What do you want? What do you want? What do you want? Goddamn it, what do you want?

Noah, The Notebook

I couldn’t sleep last night because I know that it’s over between us. I’m not bitter anymore, because I know that what we had was real. And if in some distant place in the future we see each other in our new lives, I’ll smile at you with joy and remember how we spent a summer beneath the trees, learning from each other and growing in love. The best kind of love is the kind that awakens the soul and makes us reach for more, that plants a fire in our hearts and brings peace to our minds. And that’s what you’ve given me. That’s what I’d hoped to give to you forever. I love you. I’ll be seeing you.