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Chloe was running late. Not that it was a surprise, given the fact that Aubrey wasn’t around anymore to make sure the redhead didn’t spend too much time daydreaming and got to her classes in time.
She missed Aubrey.
The only other Bella still around at their brand-new Bella house was Beca. She was sitting at the breakfast table, putting together what looked like a breakfast burrito while some beat played from her laptop.
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hi im sad do you have an hcs about bemily meeting at an ice cream shop?
during beca’s senior year of high school her dad makes her get a job and the only place hiring is fucking baskin robbins so... beca starts working at baskin robbins
she hates it obviously... people suck and they’re always dropping their ice cream and she has to clean it up ://///
also sometimes people come in and get like twelve samples and then end up picking vanilla and becas like wtf why??? vanilla is the most boring flavor on the whole dumb menu????
anyway the WORST is when they get HUUUUGE groups coming in like after sporting events and things... it’s so busy and chaotic
the second worst thing is when she sees people from school because that’s embarrassing. beca always pretends she doesn’t know them.
the ultra worst thing is when people from school are in a huge group
and thats what happens every fucking saturday afternoon
this huge group of girls from school comes in after their soccer game. every saturday without fail. they’re obnoxious and always make a mess and never can decide what they want
and beca like, totally doesnt even like any of them because jocks are so lame? theyre dumb and usually dicks. the soccer girls aren’t the worst but they also arent that great
so one day beca is stressing because the soccer girls are gossipping in line and becas just fucking standing there waiting for them to pick an ice cream flavor and her shift isnt over for another hour so everything just sucks... and then... then it doesnt suck so much. bc then one of the girls is like “hey guys... let’s order and take this outside so we dont hold up the line!” and she gives beca a knowing smile... so pretty and soft and empathetic
beca recognizes her, but isn’t one hundred percent sure of her name. she’s in the grade under beca, about to be a junior, and they’ve never had a class together. but beca recognizes her face from the halls.
beca decides this girl doesnt completely suck. at least as much as the others.
after that, beca starts seeing her around all the time. she sees her in the halls at school, talking with friends at her locker. she sees her saturdays after soccer games at baskin robbins. she even sees her once at the movies when her stupid neighbor jesse drags her along to the newest superhero flick
it gets to the point where beca randomly thinks about this girl she doesnt know on and off throughout the day, and it makes her roll her eyes at herself but whatever. the girl is nice and she’s pretty and beca’s never had a gf, but she knows she really likes girls, and so just... whatever. she can think about people in her head alright? it doesnt mean anything!
“look,” cynthia rose says when the soccer girls come every saturday. “it’s beca’s crushtomer.”
“my what?” beca asks the first time this happens.
“crushtomer,” tssks her manager aubrey. “it’s when you have a crush on one of your regulars. and it’s obviously unprofessional beca.”
“she’s not my... crushtomer.”
“please. we can see your custoner from space.” beca stares and aubrey rolls her eyes. “customer boner. obviously.”
“you guys are weird.” beca scoffs.
but then the girl’s ordering and becas smiling... yeah... smiling wtf... as she scoops vanilla ice cream onto a waffle cone and god fucking dammit... she totally has a crushtomer.
alright so whatever beca has it bad for this customer but it’s whatever. she doesn’t even know the girl’s nam-
“emily!”
the girl whips her head around as her teammate comes jogging up to her and fine!!! beca knows her name.
it wouldn’t be that crazy or anything, until one time at school in the hall they make eye contact and emily is like “hey beca” and beca totally freezes.
“uh. hi emily. you, like, know my name?”
emily tilts her head to the side, her cheeks a pretty pink. “oh. yeah... i mean ive seen your nametag at baskin robbins.”
“oh.”
“i just thought i’d say hi.”
beca never thought they’d speak outside of the obligatory ice cream order and cash exchange so she’s not really sure what to do next in this situation. “uh. hi. but uh..... gotta get to class so um. bye?”
emily laughs, so cute and nice. “okay. see you around.”
and then beca is walking away and hearing giggles behind her as chloe beale whispers something in emilys ear and emily swats at her playfully. becas pretty sure she’s being laughed at, but she books it out of there too quick to care.
the next saturday, beca hates to admit it, but she’s kind of looking forward to seeing the soccer girls. it’s NOT because of her crushtomer though, okay? it’s because her shift is boring as fuck because it’s raining outside and nobody is coming in. so at least she’ll have something to do when they come
so beca waits in anticipation as her shift passes, the clock ticking down to her clock-out time... and they never come. beca finds herself almost disappointed to get off work... then she shakes out of it. fuck work. wtf?
the next saturday, beca initiates her very first small talk with emily. “so, you guys didnt come in last week. it was weird not seeing you.”
“oh,” emily pouts. “our game got rained out.” then she tilts her head, looking at beca curiously. “aw, did you miss us?” she teases.
beca snorts. “no.”
“Just me then right?”
and beca knows she’s teasing, but she feels the heat of it in her soul... and she blushes. “very funny.”
emily laughs, so bright and bubbly, the kind of laugh beca would normally hate. but she doesn’t. god she doesn’t.
emilys teammates have already all paid and taken their cones outside and it’s just beca and emily there at the register. plus CR down the counter mopping the floor but whatever, she has headphones in as she cleans so it may as well just be beca and emily okay?
“anyway.” beca says, clearing her throat. “that’s uh. $3.49.”
emily freezes, her eyes widening. she looks down at herself, pats her thighs where her pockets would be if soccer uniforms had pockets.
“shoot,” she whispers, looking around helplessly. “one sec i forgot my wallet in my car i gotta go grab it.”
“oh,” beca says. “no, it’s cool, it’s uh... on me.”
“what? no, it’s okay. i can go get it.”
“no,” beca says, already putting her employee numbers into the register. “we get free ice cream every shift and i uh... don’t need it. so you can just use my free one. it’s cool.”
emily beams at her. “wow that’s so nice. oh my god.”
“it’s nothing, no problem.”
“no, i have to make it up to you now.”
“that’s really not necessary.”
“beca.”
“emily.”
“let me.”
beca hesitates but emily is giving her this look like a fucking puppy, all cute and persuasive. “...alright... how?”
“are you working tomorrow?”
“um no?”
“let me buy you lunch.”
beca blinks. “this was literally 3 dollars. you wanna go to like mcdonalds or something?”
emily laughs. “no i think i can afford more than the dollar menu. consider it interest.”
“what the hell? what is this? wolf of wall street?”
“oh my god beca.” emily grins. “im trying to hang out with you.”
beca stares. “hang out... with me?”
“yeah? like friends?”
“oh.”
“so...?” emily leans forward, her long ponytail swishing over her shoulder. “lunch tomorrow?”
“uh... yeah okay.”
emily gives beca her phone and beca inputs her number in some kind of daze.
it’s not a date, beca reminds herself all during the lunch. even if emily pays and holds doors for her and is super touchy feely. it’s a friend thing. it’s just hard because they really get along. beca wasnt sure they would, because emily is smiley and nice and into sports. beca is surly and rude and fakes sick to escape gym every other week.
but they do get along. they get along great... emily is into music and beca shows emily the mashups she makes in her free time and they bond over bands they like and beca learns emily plays like 5 different instruments.
emily is also funny, in a weird way, and her smile makes beca’s heart do weird things that hearts probably shouldn’t do.
after, emily gives her a hug and beca totally isnt a hug person but it’s the best hug she’s ever had and emily smells good, like scented girly lotion.
after that, they’re kind of friends for real. they hang out sometimes, and beca teases emily about her ice cream order (vanilla... the most boring flavor on the menu), and she even drags jesse to one of the girls’ soccer games and they text here and there, sending song recs back and forth. once emily sends beca a recording of her playing the guitar and beca swears she falls in love a little with emily’s singing voice.
so yeah, they’re friends. then one day ... everything changes
becas just getting off her shift at baskin robbins and the soccer girls are hanging out at the tables outside, chatting and enjoying their ice cream. beca waves at emily as she walks to her car.
“beca, wait!”
emily jogs up and beca has to pretend she doesn’t think emily’s athleticism isnt the hottest thing she’s ever seen. they’re friends, she reminds herself. friends, beca. friends.
“sup?”
she throws her work bag in the back and shuts the door, turning to look at emily.
emily has a strange expression on her face. almost nervous. which is weird because emily is outgoing and friendly and talking to people doesnt really make her nervous.
“um, so.” emily glances behind her and beca peeks over her shoulder to see all the other soccer girls staring at them. emily frowns, pulling beca to the other side of her car by the arm so they’re out of view. “can i ask you something?”
“uh... sure dude?”
“what’s a crushtomer?”
beca literally almost dies on the spot. “what?”
“a crushtomer.” emily blushes, her fingers tugging at her ponytail nervously.
“oh. um. it’s like......... it’s stupid really, just some made up term thats like when a worker has a crush on one of their regulars, you know? it’s totally lame.”
“huh.” emily nods, her lips twisting. “so like, if i accidentally heard cynthia rose say im your crushtomer, then..............?”
beca really wishes she could crawl in a hole and die. “oh. you... you heard that.”
“yeah.”
“it’s just like... i mean.. we’re friends and stuff,” beca stammers. “you know, they know we’re like... fond of each other or something.”
“i see.” emily tilts her head to the side, looking beca up and down. “so it’s just a friend thing.”
“um i mean, well--”
“because like, say i didn’t want it to be a friend thing. say i wanted it to be a crush thing, like what would that mean?”
beca nearly stops breathing. “what?”
“like say maybe i think you’re cute and i like being your friend, but maybe i also have... once or twice thought about being more than friends and i dont know if you even like girls or anything and if you dont im really sorry like sooooooo sorry for making it awkward but it’s just i overheard that and i thought well just... what if it wasnt a friend thing but a real crush thing and just...” emily blushes cutely, glancing away quickly before looking back at beca. “the term is CRUSHtomer i mean it implies a romantic crush, i don’t know how to make this clearer so please just shut me up now”
“okay just... wait,” beca says, her heart going a mile a second in her chest. “You want to be my crushtomer. in a liking girls romantic way type of thing?”
“i mean...” emily shrugs. “only if you mean it that way. otherwise forgetting about this would be amazing and we could still be friends because i... i really like being your friend.”
“yes,” beca interrupts as emily opens her mouth to keep going. “no god yes. it’s stupid. crushtomer is stupid okay but yeah fine you’re my crushtomer. like... in a crush way. it’s a stupid term.”
emily stares at her for the briefest of seconds. then her face breaks open in the widest smile beca’s ever seen. “i think it’s cute.”
“it’s dumb” beca snorts.
“you wanna like, go out then?”
beca’s whole body is warm. “yeah. that’d be... cool.”
“hm.” emily is so smiley it kills. she scrunches her nose at beca. “i mean i kinda feel like we already were going out. i mean, you showed me your mixes,” she teases. “so romantic.”
“kay,” beca rolls her eyes, but she can’t stop smiling. “whatever. cant believe im gonna go out with a jock.”
emily laughs, her hand coming out to grip the top of beca’s car and effectively sandwiching beca in. “you ever kiss a jock before?”
“no,” beca murmurs, trying to keep her voice from squeaking, but emily is like, really close and holy shit she’s so pretty oh man...
“you want to?”
beca’s breath gets caught in her throat. “yeah.”
all beca can think when they kiss is that emily tastes like ice cream and for the first time in her life, beca maybe just maybe thinks vanilla might be the most exciting flavor on the menu
