Best Friends and (Unintentional) Confessions
So, this is a first
for me. I usually do small Bechloe scenes, which is what this started out as,
before I thought “fuck it, why not?” and made it a bit bigger. Be gentle with
me, I tried my best, and the last time I tried creative writing was 5 years
ago. Let me know if you think it is okay, I honestly have no idea. Anyways, as I
said, it’s Bechloe, because Duh, they’re awesome together. Ps. Obviously PP and
its characters do not belong to me, oh! And there is a liiiiittle bit of Castle
somewhere in there, see if you can spot it XD
Enjoy (Ps. I don’t have a fanfic.net or AO3 account, as I said, I've never written fics before)
Beca was immersed in the mix she was creating on her laptop when she heard a knock on her door. It was loud enough to be heard over the music coming from her headphones. She groaned as she lost her train of thought and turned to glare at her roommate, Kimmy Jin, hoping that she would just let in her damn Korean friends already.
As she looked around her room, she was disappointed to note that Kimmy was not there. The knocking continued, this time more impatient than before.
“Beca?” A voice interrupted her thoughts from the other side of the door.
Beca quickly left her laptop to open the door the moment she recognised the voice belonged to her best friend, Chloe Beale.
As she saw the pensive look on the redhead’s face, she quickly pulled her into her room.
“Hey Chlo. What’s up?” She cautiously asked, as if expecting the redhead to either start crying or shouting at her for ignoring her knocking, again. “I’m sorry if I took too long to answer the door, I was just working on my latest mix.”
Chloe looked at her momentarily before turning away and slowly sitting down on the brunette’s bed, distractedly picking at the linen sheets.
“You okay there, Ginger Spice?” Chloe smiled briefly at Beca’s nickname for her, but Beca noticed that it seemed somewhat strained. What’s more is that Beca knew that it didn’t quite reach her normally vibrant eyes. In fact, the closer the brunette looked at her, the more she realised that the usual sparkle in her eyes that accompanied her natural smile was absent.
Taking a deep and measured breath Chloe answered Beca’s question. “I’m fine Becs. I just felt I had to see you. That’s all.” Beca knew that it was more than that, but she also understood that Chloe would open up to her in her own time. Considering how patient Chloe has always been with Beca, she knew that Chloe deserved nothing less from her in return.
Beca watched as Chloe lay down on her bed, her eyes closed as if sleeping. After a moment, the redhead burrowed her face into the brunette’s pillow, inhaling deeply. Beca decided to leave Chloe to her thoughts and she turned her attention back to her abandoned mix.
Beca was unaware that Chloe was silently observing her with a fond look on her face.
“Umm… Becs?” Chloe broke through Beca’s concentration hesitantly.
Beca, having remembered her previous idea, let out a distracted “Mmhmm?”
Everything was silent again, only this time, Beca could feel the tension coming out in waves from the redhead. “Chloe, wh-”
She was interrupted by a quiet “Never mind.”
Closing the lid of her laptop, Beca turned to face Chloe once more. “Chlo, what’s wrong? Why do you look so nervous? It’s just me here. You know that I would never judge you, right?”
After another deep breath from the redhead, Chloe started talking. “… Okay… So I’m just going to come out and say it…” After an encouraging look from the brunette, she continued. “So… I have this… friend… and she’s going through, um, problems…” Chloe started playing with her fingers; a habit the brunette realised she did when she was anxious about the upcoming exams. But Beca could tell that exams were not what was on Chloe’s mind. “Relationship problems.” Chloe clarified.
“Okay?” The brunette said uncertainly, furrowing her eyebrows slightly in obvious confusion.
Looking into Beca’s eyes, Chloe stuttered. “… She’s, um, a lesbian… but she’s not, you know… out… I mean… She told me that she only recently came out to herself…”
Realisation dawned on Beca. “Ah, so your friend is afraid of not being accepted by her family and friends for being a lesbian?” Her heart warmed, but at the same time, she felt a pang of jealousy at how much the redhead evidently cared about this friend of hers. Beca mentally swore at herself. The last thing Chloe needed was for her to be jealous of her being good friends with someone else.
“No!” Chloe exclaimed. “Well… Maybe a little, but my friend told me that it’s more than that… You see Becs, there’s this girl… this beautiful, amazing, wonderful girl, and I- SHE told me that she’s had these… feelings… for this wonderful girl since she had first laid her eyes upon her. They’re actually best friends and they like hanging out together, but I-she just can’t figure this girl out… Whether or not this girl likes her back… My friend, she flirts with this girl a lot… like A LOT… She goes out of her way to try and show this girl just how much she means to her and other people have caught on to her feelings for this girl… And you know what? She told me that there are times where she’s certain this girl likes her too… flirts back with her. She spends most of her days with this girl, whether she takes her out for dinner, to get coffee, even to go for walks in the park, just the two of them… My friend has all but gotten the words “I like you” tattooed on her forehead… but this girl… she’s just…” Chloe trails off.
Beca has a strange look on her face as she finishes Chloe’s last sentence. “Afraid?”
This appeared to be the wrong thing to say as Chloe explodes. “SHE IS JUST SO DAMNED FRUSTRATING!!” Beca jumps back in fright as the redhead jumped up from the bed. She dare not interrupt Chloe when she’s this angry; after all, she knows that the rumour about redheads and their temper is true.
Beca’s eyes followed Chloe as she paced back and forth in her small dorm room.
It seemed as if Chloe were talking to herself as she gesticulated with her hands as she continued her rant. “I just can’t believe how oblivious and dense she is! I just want to smack her… in the face… with Bree’s Pitch Pipe.” She suddenly stopped pacing and turned to Beca. “How can she not see that I am right here… just waiting for her to just open her eyes and see that I am more than just her “friend”? She means the world to me. She is passionate about what she loves most… Music… and she is the most incredible human being I’ve ever met. She is the only person I can picture my future with… She is maddening and frustrating, but over the last year, I have truly gotten to know her, like really know her. Beneath her snark, bad-ass tattoos and heavy eye-liner, there’s this vulnerability… this innocence… She acts like she has the whole world on her shoulders and no one to share the burden with.”
Chloe knelt down in front of Beca, gently taking her hands in her own as tears fell from her shimmering eyes. “She’s wrong, because I’m right here… I always have been, and I always will be there for her… for you, Beca… I can’t keep up this facade… I love you.”
Beca stares at her unblinkingly.
“Say something, Becs. Please, say something.” Chloe’s voice broke at Beca’s name.
Beca gazed at Chloe in amazement, lifting her hand to gently wipe away her tears. “You changed the pronoun… half-way through your speech.”
Chloe looked away from Beca in embarrassment, her face falling in disappointment. Of course Beca would ignore the part where Chloe confessed her love to her.
Beca delicately cupped Chloe’s face in her hands, gently turning her head so that she was directly looking into the redhead’s beautiful eyes. She leaned forward so that her own cheek rested against Chloe’s tear-stained cheek, her mouth next to the redhead’s ear.
“You changed the pronoun, Chlo, and yet I still knew you were talking about yourself.” Beca stated, a small smile on her face. “I hoped that the other girl in your scenario was me, because when you described the way you looked at the girl… You should know that it’s… Well, it’s the way I look at you… like, all the time.”
Chloe’s jaw dropped in astonishment.
Beca’s eyes widened at Chloe’s apparent surprise. “You never saw my feelings for you, Chlo? Stacie, Fat Amy and, hell, even Aubrey, have told me many times that my toner for you was as obvious as the stars in the night sky… obviously when it’s not cloudy… because… you can’t see the stars when it’s cloudy… Okay, you know I’m not a poet…”
Chloe giggled at Beca’s awkwardness, but let her continue. She knew that whatever Beca was trying to say was important, but it, nevertheless, gave her hope.
“Anyways, what I’m trying to say is that you, Chloe Beale, are the most extraordinary woman I have ever met. I have opened up to you in ways that I never done before, to anyone else… you broke through my walls, or, at least, you removed the bricks one by one, slowly and patiently, never rushing me or forcing me to open up. You did what no one else has ever done for me. You stayed. You are the music in every song I hear and the lyrics to every song that I sing… and I love you too.”
Chloe gasped and openly sobbed when Beca finished talking. Beca gathered her in her arms, embracing Chloe in the way she knew the redhead needed.
“Say it again?” Chloe asked a few moments later, looking up into her eyes once more.
Beca leaned into Chloe so that their lips were millimetres away from each other, their breaths mingling together. “Chloe Beale, I love you. I love you so much.” And with that, their lips brushed together once, twice… and forever.
So what did you think? Who here is Bechloe trash? *Raises hands expectantly*