#mitchellbeca

College was a new experience, but Chloe was willing to take it on and make the best of the situation. Sure Barden was not the elaborate music school she had once dreamed of, but it was a realistic option with a decent music program and Chloe knew this was where she had to be. The first week was relatively easy, professors going over syllabus and introductory lessons. Chloe even found herself partaking in some campus events. She’d gone to hall council and had attended the activities fair, though not too many groups caught her attention. Perhaps she’d go to the music department and talk to her music theory professor about a choir she could become apart of. After skyping with her mom and telling her all about the first week, Chloe opted to take a shower despite the late hour. With shower caddy in hand, she headed on over to the communal bathroom, one of her least favorite aspects of Barden but the late night hour usually meant she’d be allowed some privacy. After fiddling with the knobs, Chloe found a nice temperature and headed on in. She began to lather and her current favorite song was soon hummed lowly under her breath. // mitchellbeca

LA Verse: “Good morning, hope you don’t mind me borrowing your shirt." 

Chloe woke up with bleary eyes at the sound of her drawer closing. Sitting up and yawning, she looked up to see Beca standing at the foot of her bed, buttoning up an old flannel shirt of hers as she spoke. “Mornin’,” Chloe replied, her mind trying to piece together the previous night. She remembers her opening night, arriving at a cast mate’s place for the after party, and the first two round of shots. After that it all became a little blurry. She has a flash of Beca ushering her into a cab and Beca telling her to drink some water and take Asprin before bed. Pushing the covers off, Chloe shifts a little more towards Beca. “Keep the shirt, it looks better on you.” It fit Chloe just right but on Beca it hung a little loose on her frame, but the blue color really brings out her eyes. “And thanks for taking care of me last night. I know I can get a little clingy when I drink. I hope I didn’t drive you crazy,” Chloe offers as she moves forward to sit up on the bed and adjust the collar of the shirt before smoothing it out. “Perfect.”

Rivals Verse: "I thought you’d be gone by the time I woke up…" 

Chloe looked up from where she sat at Beca’s desk. She had woken up a half an hour ago and had just ran to the bathroom to put herself together before she plugged her phone into Beca’s computer to charge. “I thought maybe we could get breakfast?” Chloe suggested as she moved to sit at the foot of Beca’s bed, her hand settling on her thigh above the blanket. “Plus Aubrey sort of called me out on flirting with you last night so I might be banned from our apartment until I feel up to groveling.”

TA Verse: "I’m guessing this was a one time thing?”

Chloe’s brow furrowed, confused as to why Beca said that. “Look, I know I’m your TA and maybe kissing you wasn’t the best idea, but you won’t even be in this class in three months.” Though kissing might be a little tame to describe what they had gotten up to after the concert. “So either we can put this on hold until then or we can keep it on the down low because I’m not letting an opportunity pass. I act on my feelings. Now I think you owe me coffee”

Shapeshifter Verse: “Don’t answer it!”

Chloe had been awake for about twenty minutes, but she hadn’t budged. She was too content with having Beca curled into her. They had fallen asleep in Beca’s bed after a night of take out and YouTube videos until 2 a.m. It seemed that Beca was a little more willing to give affection when she was half asleep. A knock at the door surprised Chloe, having thought they were the only two Bellas in the house but when she hard Amy’s voice through the wood Chloe remembered a text she’d sent about spending a weekend at Barden over the summer to hang out with one of her boyfriends. Chloe was about to get up when Beca moved to hold onto Chloe tighter. “Don’t get it,” she mumbled and Chloe grinned down at her. “Beca’s busy right now!” Chloe called out. “We’ll get lunch later,” she offered and laughed as Beca side eyed her and Amy rattled off something about ‘calling it’. “She totally thinks we’re doing it.”

Wolf Verse: kissing them with tongue.

It was yet another night, the house filled with other Bellas who had come back to Barden to celebrate the fourth of july as a team. It had been Stacie’s idea to play spin the bottle, truth or dare style. It was a little juvenile, but Chloe was excited to learn more about her teammates. Amy told her most embarrassing story involving a dingo and her grandfather. Jessica admitted to seeing some guy from her bio class last semester and Cynthia Rose had to drink a disgusting creation of Lily’s. Now it was Chloe’s turn and she had opted for dare, just to counteract most of the truth telling the evening had brought. Amy, in her typical fashion, had spent a moment thinking up some elaborate task. “I dare you to kiss the Bella you think is the hottest on the mouth. With tongue. Ten seconds.” Chloe’s face flushed slightly but she wasn’t one to back down from a challenge, which was exactly what Amy had wanted to present her to. Shifting slightly she turned to Beca who was to her left and gave her a sheepish smile. “Pucker up,” she offered before leaning in and pressing her lips to Beca’s, her hands cupping her cheeks and her tongue immediately working it’s way into Beca’s mouth. She counted out ten seconds in her head and pulled back, pleased by the redness in Beca’s cheek and the surprised look on some of the Bella’s faces. She smiled at Beca before turning her attention back to the game, spinning the bottle to pass the game off and daring Lily to prank dial Bumper. Settling back into the couch, she nudged Beca with her elbow. “Don’t get all weird on me, Beca. I literally sleep in bed with you all the time,” she said in a low voice, referring to her habit of curling up in Beca’s room in wolf form on cool nights. 

LA Verse: (nsfw) beginning to undress them

Chloe wasn’t sure how things had progressed this far. Sure, she’d been flirting with Beca since they met up again, they had a dog together, they spend the night over one another’s houses and Chloe constantly was thinking up ways for them to spend more time together, but overall they’d remained in friend territory. She could blame the club and the infectious music that Beca and the regular house DJ had played. The heavy bass and her desire to dance had lead to Beca being pressed up to her on the dance floor after her set. But something shifted somewhere in the night. She kept Beca close not just because she knew Beca wasn’t a huge fan of bumping and grinding on strangers, but because she wanted her close. She wanted to feel Beca’s hips against her own and pull her in closer when someone bumped into them on the floor. It was only natural that they took a cab back to Beca’s place together, though it wasn’t necessary for them to be pressed closely together when they had the whole back seat to themselves. It wasn’t necessary for Chloe to take Beca’s hand in her own and press a kiss to the back. And it definitely wasn’t necessary for Chloe to press her lips to Beca’s a block away from her place. But she had done it and Beca had responded back. They headed to the DJ’s apartment and smiled at the sight of their dog curled up on the couch, head lifting up to confirm it was them before snuggling back in. A little too mindful of the creature, Chloe had steered Beca into the kitchen and grabbed two bottles of water for the two of them as if it was her own place. 

They drank in silence for a few moments, letting their bodies wind down from the night. Chloe moved forward after she placed the cap back on the bottle and kissed Beca again. And again. And again until she lost count of how many soft kisses they had exchanged. Chloe began to slide her hands up until they rested at Beca’s collar bone and began to undo the buttons on her shirt but halfway through she was interrupted by a yawn coming from the other woman’s mouth. Smiling fondly down at Beca, Chloe pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Let’s get you to bed. We have time for everything else later.”

Rival Verse: Pinching them

Chloe was wandering around target, pushing her cart with her eyes glued to her phone before she stopped in the food aisle and began looking over her options. Glancing down, she saw a somewhat familiar figure. It took her a moment, but she was soon able to identify it as Beca, the cute girl from the Lyres who had blown them all away with her rap. Leaving her cart, Chloe quietly walked up behind her before pinching her waist, a huge smile evident on her face when Beca all but freaked out, seemingly scared by Chloe’s movements. “Hey! You know soda is pretty bad for your vocal chords. You should probably stick to tea if you want a chance at beating us.”

TA Verse: Saying I love you

[text]: I mean, I think  a lot of people give you that look. Not that it isn’t gross...but.

[text]: Is this you confessing your love for me? Because I wanted something a little more romantic.

[text]: I love you too. You’re such a goober. Do you need me to pick you up?

Chloe: so opening night is the 20th @7pm. I'll get you a ticket and text you the address ok?

L.A. Verse: I sure know how to put on a show.

It had been Beca’s biggest gig to date and Chloe had been honored to receive an invitation. Having an “in” with the DJ meant she was treated as a VIP and had drank plenty of champagne, but she had sobered up on the ride back to Beca’s and just felt a natural high from the presence of her friend. “You know, Beca, you’re great and everything but I sure know how to put on a show,” Chloe stated from where she stood in front of the couch, her eyes glued to Beca. Grabbing the hem of her shirt she teasingly began to pull it up and cracked up laughing at the expression on Beca’s face and she instead settled on the couch next to Beca, her shirt still hiked up a little, an arm wrapping around Beca. “Maybe when we’re sober we can try that for real. I sort of think you liked it,”

Wolf verse: Wanna go in the shower? (How perfect is this?)

L.A. was not where Chloe had anticipated ending up, yet here she was with phone in hand trying to figure out which club on the block was the club she was looking for. After some odd jobs failed, she’d auditioned for a play on a whim when she was on vacation with a friend and ended up getting the part. Now she was in a new city, sharing a small apartment with two girls she barely knew and waiting tables to make ends meet. Rehearsals were long but going well and Chloe had been surprised when she ran into Beca. They’d known each other in college, but that was probably an exaggeration. They more knew of each other. Beca had once asked her how to get to the lecture center. Chloe once asked to borrow some shampoo since they live on the same floor. Beca sat next to her in the dining hall a few times. And Chloe once wished her a happy birthday. So running into her had been a shock, especially when it was Chloe who had asked how to get to a bathroom this time around. Finding out that Beca was a DJ was exciting news, especially when the tidbit of information came with an invitation to hear her stuff. Finding the club, Chloe joined a line and was let in twenty minutes later with a sharpied on x on her hand and a paper bracelet on her wrist. Her first stop was the bar to grab a little something and then she scoped out the crown for Beca, but was unable to find her. // mitchellbeca