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"Chloe I'm not filling that in," Aubrey protested, shaking her head and resisting the pen being thrust into her hand.
"Yes you are, lets hear how my little sister plans to get some," Claire said, a bit slurred, and laughing into and nudging Chloe's shoulder, both of them wearing giant grins.
"I don't want to 'get some' you're so vulgar!" Aubrey responded taking the tequila away from Claire and Chloe.
"Please Bree we all know you could do with 'getting some'" Chloe laughed back at Claire, making some ridiculous and completely inappropriate hand gesture involving her fingers.
Aubrey just sneered. She didn't know why their sexualisation got under her skin. She'd never be as free, as, say, her best friend when it came to releasing her inhabitations, but this was even more intense. This tug inside her ran deeper than just sexual tension, it seemed wrong to taint it so, Beca wasn't just sex. Aubrey didn't know what she felt yet, but she would find out.
"If you insist, write number one as 'stop insulting her ear piercings'," Aubrey finally suggested.
"What about number one being apologising for ignoring her for the last week," Chloe looked at Aubrey, her eyes somewhat judging, whilst she wrote down what she said, not Aubrey's suggestion.
"I thought this was my mission, I will do it myself, you'll just have to listen," Aubrey growled, grasping back the sheet.
"Yeah, and how well has that worked out!" Claire seized the paper back from Aubrey, giving it back to Chloe. She shifted her body to cut Aubrey out of view from the paper, and whispered to Chloe,
"Do some romantic gesture about singing, you guys are into that,"
"There was a reason I brought you!" Chloe exclaimed, quickly scribbling all over the page.
"Please you know no one else can get you into clubs, how are you and that Leo guy?" Claire continued her conversation with Chloe effortlessly ignoring Aubrey.
"He's is still as gorgeous and sweet as ever. He's coming with me to New York for the internship, he's doesn't know what he'll do yet, but he has family there and wants to stay with me,"
"So my sister's free spirited bestie has settled with a guy then, good to hear, you've always been my favourite of her friends, even if our father was never too impressed with you."
"Just imagine how much he'd hate me if he knew I slept with her," Chloe let out, glancing back to a now seriously blushing Aubrey.
"You WHAT?" Claire's eyes grew in shock, searching for an explanation from Chloe or Aubrey, however when she got none she smirked.
"First year, you won't believe it was so hot, it happened more than once by the way, for about 3 months. But the first time I caught her in the shower, with Titanium-"
"CHLOE DON'T YOU DARE OPEN YOU MOUNTH!" Aubrey shrieked, grabbing her mission list, and giving a death stare to her guilty best friend and sister.
Despite the death stare, as Aubrey scanned Chloe's shambled handwriting, Claire had to ask.
"Are you gay as well?"
"Labels really aren't my thing," Chloe smiled at Claire's confusing face.
Aubrey carefully reread her "mission" her first, suggest was kindly written. But crossed out so heavily that she could not even read it if she didn't already know what it said. The other suggestions were randomly spread out on the page, they read.
- Apologise for ignoring her
- Give a romantic gesture in the Bellas (change the set list, Total Eclipse of the Heart if you must, or something earlier)
- Buy her eyeliner *what really Claire?
- Invite her as your date to the ZBZ's freshman acceptance ceremony
- I'll kidnap Kimmy Jin, you get the candles, and her pants
- LETS GET HER IN HERE RIGHT NOW
- Have your morning jog go past her room
- Send her Coffee through Amy
- Don't turn up to a Bellas rehearsal, just one, trust me
- Tell her how much you can bench
- Give her your ZBZ pin
- Speech on how much of an idiot you are
Some of these were okay suggestions actually; Total Eclipse of the Heart was a great 80's female song that could work. But how much she can bench? And they are defiantly not getting her right now!
"Some of these are okay, but I can do this on my own, I'm going to head to the ZBZ's, tell them I have a date. I won't tell them who, if anything I'll bring Leo. But it's a start." Aubrey said, folding up the piece of paper, and placing it inside her bedside draw. Quickly exiting the room, away from her giggling best friend and sister. They would drive each other to death if they saw each other more than once every 6 months, but they had fun when they did see each other, when it was infrequent. Aubrey needed this long walk to her sorority. It's unusual for a senior to be so invested in activities and people outside of the sorority/fraternity circles, but she needed the Bellas, and the ZBZ's equally. It's time she was more honest with them. Aubrey also needed this long walk to think. With all the quick decisions made in her room over Tequila, could she really do this? Have Beca; it seemed under the darkness and the spotty sky that she was just so small. Out of all of the people Beca would pass, how could she be with her? Aubrey felt her throat tightening. About to turn back to her room, it was a stupid idea to go and say she has a date to bring. She doesn't have a date, she would never have a date, Chloe's boyfriend was her best bet.
Suddenly she her soft crinkling to the left of her.
A slightly smaller, slightly timid, and altogether awkward looking girl caught Aubrey's eye line. Although it appeared, with her head down, and her messy bun, she was trying to hide, so she would slip right past her.
Aubrey instantly recognised her, wearing the same clothes she wore in rehearsal. In fact her hair was the same as well, everything was the same, as if she not moved since rehearsal. Aubrey couldn't help but let her eyes overstay there welcome when looking at Beca.
"Beca! What are you doing out? Do you even have the whistle with you!" Aubrey yelled, obviously frightening Beca who jolted a bit, and looked up.
Across the smooth lines of her cheekbones tiny sprays of water glistened. Aubrey knew deep down she could never really make Beca feel better about whatever she was upset about, which was most probably absolutely not related to her, like she could have that effect. With the buzz of alcohol in her system, she didn't ask her about her tears, or pass her pretending not to notice; like she would usually behave. She did something much worse, and much more free. Something more invasive and distant at the same time.
She didn't wait for Beca to snap at her comment about being outside; she took two strides up to her. Their faces were so close. Their condensed breaths were almost overlapping to be the same. She wiped her mostly dried but partially wet cheek, kissed it. Looking her straight in the eyes when she uttered:
Aubrey then walked off to her original destination. Leaving a confused and flustered Beca walking in the opposite direction.
After being suddenly woken up by a very annoying slurring red head named Chloe, Beca disdainfully made her way to her dorm as Chloe had asked her to.
Actually no. That was not it at all. Beca was neither up (on her laptop) or annoyed or disdained and Chloe most certainly did not ask. Her plan to wallow in her self-hatred was absolutely still to be in place, 7 hours of complete isolation was nowhere near long enough. Yet her body almost ached for human companionship. However comfortable, and safe, and easy sitting on her chair and bed would be. She couldn't, and it fired her self-hatred even more so. For even though she wasn't a cheery and out going person, she couldn't just open up, especially when she tried really hard. With her hobby of pushing people away, yet she couldn't even be alone, she longed not to be. Beca could feel her tears welling as she made her way to Chloe's (and Aubrey's) dorm.
"Weak Rebecca, weak," she mumbled.
She saw Aubrey before Aubrey saw her. Her instant thought was but I wanted to see her at the dorm soon followed a fraction of a second later, and over powering the first thought so she's back from her date then, and then HIDE.
Taking to crouch behind a small set of planted… plants, Beca knew at the back of her mind that she was short, but not that short. And she definitely made noise. It crossed her mind that maybe she wanted to be caught, there were cross roads at the point where she first spotted such an elegant silhouette. But those theories were unimportant.
Beca had a few seconds to take Aubrey in; she had both a look of intense drive, and intense fear. She could just reach out and grab her hand. Not a full-blown hug, when Beca herself felt something really truly, she never wanted something over whelming, but something small. As if to show they're there to be fallen into, not to take you.
"Beca!" She heard a scream.
Just like that she knew she was caught, if she was being honest to herself she was caught before, she wasn't even crouching anymore. Although was there anything to be caught? Yes, Beca was painfully reminded of her damp cheeks, anticipating a Chloe style hug and comforting she could help but tense up.
She was surprised though, Aubrey's hand gently, like really gently, her hands were tentative and soft; wiped her cheek a bit. Replacing the wet of her tears, with the wet of her lips. Her eyes were so full, of something, just something, that she barely even heard her when she made her last contact.
Please what? Beca was so dazed. Aubrey hadn't asked her why she was upset, didn't pull her by the arm, or tell her she wasn't leaving until she spills, she didn't seem hurt when she hid and tensed. Her cheek still tingled in the shape of those beautiful pink arcs. Curious it was to be so comforting without even saying, "are you okay?"
You know what though, Beca felt better. The intensity of their night encounter had her almost drunk off a surreal experience. Nothing had been revealed, but yet Beca felt as if she had shared a bit of herself, as well as really seen Aubrey; and she didn't feel exposed, or have deep dread from doing something that can't be taken back. So much so, that without realising it her legs had gotten her to the dorm, and for the first time outside of this dorm, her mind was consumed with thoughts of Aubrey not Chloe.
She knocked on the lovely little door, and was grasped by Aubrey. Or at least she though it was Aubrey, in the last about 10 minuets she had beaten her to her own room and dyed her hair. Blonde was definitely better. Beca was disappointed though, her grip burned a bit, unlike her image of how Aubrey would act.
"Claire let the…. Sexy DJ in without hurting her," Chloe giggled, pouring Beca no less than 5 shots and insisting she drink all of them before she explained whom this Claire person was. Chloe no doubt expected her to be a lightweight; she was tiny after all. But her underage high school drinking experiences had made her tolerance grow more than it ever probably should of.
"Claire is Aubrey's loving sister, two years older, doing a masters in some place in Canada," Chloe finally said midway through Beca downing her last of the 5.
Beca did not know Aubrey had a sister. Come to think of it she didn't know much about her at all- definitely didn't know she had a date. Rapidly this realisation coursed through Beca's body. She had just been so content and bewildered at Aubrey moments ago, she shouldn't of let herself concede into thinking they were anything more than strangers on a street. So many conversations they would never have, so much she didn't know, she couldn't compete with all of the people Aubrey already knew, and who she didn't know yet, but were more interesting than her. Damn herself for feeling hurt, as if the ignoring, and the date, and the screaming in Bellas wasn't enough to go by.
As a result Beca harshly stated, "Great so there is two of them," making sure she didn't let slip that she entertained the thought oh I didn't know she had a sister as if she cared.
Claire hadn't quite caught up in the conversation, and had only just nodded to Chloe's words.
"She's the sexy Dj!" she said almost comically in slow motion. Instantly getting to her feet, knocking over her shot glasses and bag, to reach Beca (although leaning down) to have her face close to hers. Her eyes darted over all of her. She took out her hands and stroked the entire length of her hair, and looked up close to her eyes.
"She is properly female," Claire observed, then going further into Beca's personal space placing her hands on her stomach, causing Beca to jump back and give a stare.
"She's soft, and short," Claire babbled on, entertaining a very giggly Chloe, "Properly female at all, I though she'd be like a tall soccer player,"
Beca didn't even comment, she just let Claire who was obviously over her limit continue talk about what ever the hell she was on about.
"Or is that just my type?" Claire finally finished; falling onto a bed, winking at Chloe, as roaring laughter filled the room, and washed over Beca.
"Dude, can I leave or?" Beca finally spoke, pointing and swivelling to the door. Her feeling, or admission really to see people, was killing her more with every mention of Aubrey. This scene of fun, about things clearly they both knew, and that somehow involved Aubrey, she was not in, and probably would never be apart of. Beca just wanted to be in the darkness of her room, her lyrics would be her friends, were she could create them all.
"NO!" Chloe raised her voice, her eyes widening at either her own voice being so loud, or at the outrageous prospect of her leaving.
"Lets have girl talk," Chloe smiled a little, well, creepy smile, and Claire laughed again, staring at the celling and mumbling the words "she's the sexy DJ."
Beca sat down, regretting it, but not seeing how she could escape. She almost stood up to make an excuse and retreat to her room.
But the door opened. Beca's mind instantly went to Aubrey. But the world is not so cruel or kind.
"LEO, ALICE! LET US GET THIS MISSION GOING!" Chloe rushed over, kissing Leo, and giving Alice a bottle of vodka that had magically materialised.