It's All From My Mouth

Oh gosh, I swear I have answered your ask! And yet it's still here. Sorry, anon!!You do? Thanks a lot! Hey, deejaymitchell, you hear that?!

She was wearing a chainmail armor.. and holding a toilet plunger, declaring war to Das Sound Machine. It was so cute (and confusing) I woke up half-frowning-half-laughing. I guess I miss her that much.

3. Everything has its own place and time; you just need to be patient. And a bit resilient.

Maybe I am cursed by Tumblr staff. Anyhow, if you happen to see a little elf who responds to the name 'Beca' at the pharmacy, please tell her that I only need some Tylenol, not the whole store. Hope all of you is well. Xoxo from the air (because you don't want to catch whatever I'm having), Chloe

a very tired teacher.

I am truly appalled. And I know this sub teacher came to me for help--but honestly speaking, I don’t know what I’m supposed to do. Help?

I was just singing in the kitchen when she suddenly popped her head in. "Hey Chlo," she called, wearing a small frown on her face when I turned around. "What's gonna happen when I turn seventy-one?" "Huh?" I had no idea what she was on about. "That song--you said you'll be loving me till I'm seventy. What's gonna happen when I'm over seventy?" "Beca, it was a song," I said, putting a little emphasise on the word 'song'. Not everything had to be about her, but I kept that to myself. Her frown deepened, and she tilted her head in such a way that I knew she really wanted me to answer her. "But you sang it for me, didn't you?" I was silent for a while; this push-and-pull was getting very old. She wasn't being fair to me. On the one hand she didn't seem to want anything to change between us, just us being friends. On the other hand, I felt like she kept leading me on as she pleased. "Chlo?" "Stop doing this, Beca," I said finally, shaking my head. "Stop asking me stuff like this. You're not being fair with me." She knew I loved her. "It was just a question." A question she shouldn't have asked if she didn't want to be with me. "You're so insensi--" I didn't get to finish my sentence as Emily picked just that moment to come barreling into the kitchen calling Beca's name. I didn't even have to make an excuse to leave because they seemed to have forgotten I was there the moment Emily talked about her song. And that was how Thinking Out Loud ended up in my blacklist. For now.

I Skyped with Aubrey the other night; we talked about a lot of things--our jobs, new activities, her family, my family, the Bellas, and Beca. I could see disapproval from the way she pursed her lips the moment I mentioned Beca, like she wanted to say something but thought better. I recognized that look. And I knew what she wanted to say. She wanted to tell me to just get over it. That I was pathetic to still be hoping. That Beca was too much of a coward to ever own up that she had feelings for me. I knew--because Aubrey had repeatedly say them to my face before. Last night she was holding those words to herself. And I think I know why. She knows me so well, Aubrey does. I suppose she had a hunch that I've been thinking about all those things since my one-day hike. Maybe I really have to get over it. Maybe it is really pathetic to still hope. Maybe Beca is really a coward. Maybe she never has feelings for me. Maybe... maybe it's time to move on with my life. Or maybe not.

The ones from my one-day hiking. I was quite lucky it was a beautiful day. I met some nice people on the hike, especially couple of young men who camped there--they actually shared their coffee with me before I hiked back down. Spending a day alone at the mountain really helped me sort my jumbled feelings regarding everything. And yes, that includes my infatuation to Beca that still doesn't seem to go anywhere.

Edit: Beca, answer your damn phone!

No, Beca isn’t coming. She’s still allergic to nature after what Aubrey put her through in the boot camp. Her loss, really.

I wish you were there, dj-becamitchell