#pitchperfect3

The line is getting smaller thankfully when Stacie’s loud shrink makes Beca’s ear echo and she looks at her with wide eyes. However, Stacie’s not there anymore and Beca watches her retreating back as she runs across the field and into a tall blonde’s arms. The small brunette’s mouth gaps open. What the hell?

Beca bitterly watches as the pair pulls away from the hug and Stacie kisses the stranger with so much force she rocks back before holding the tall brunette by the waist. Beca’s not even surprised. Of course, she’s here to hook up with somebody.

A smile appears on her lips and gets ready to get the hell out of here before a sweet voice calls out.

“Were you ditched too?”

Beca turns around and finds a redhaired girl with ocean blue eyes, wearing a brown coat with a bright red scarf and black thigh-high boots. Beca doesn’t know why she checks her out.

“What?”

The girl smiles and points to blonde stranger that is currently making-out with Stacie. “That’s my best friend and I’m guessing that’s yours.”

Beca looks back and forth. “Um…”

“Next!”

The snarky teenage boy working the Ferris Wheel yells out and Beca’s panic. How did they get in the front so fast suddenly?

“Do you want to - ?” The girl shrugs a shoulder and Beca’s eyes widen. “They left us here alone we might as well enjoy it.”

The next thing Beca knows is the loud clinking noise as the harness snaps in place, trapping her in a little cabin squished close to the girl and her hand grasp the handle so tight her fingers turn white.

“I haven’t been on this for so long.” The girl’s eyes sparkle happy as she looks around, the wheel slowly starts to move, bringing them higher and higher.

Beca can’t quite speak yet so she hums, focusing down on her lap. The only sound is the descending murmur from the people below but Beca feels eyes on the side of head, burning into her skin.

“What’s your name?” She asks softly and Beca swallows.

“Beca.”

A pale hand comes in view and the small brunette lifts her head and looks to the side. The girl smiles and Beca frowns curiously. “I’m Chloe.”

Beca looks down at the hand and shakes it but before she could let go, Chloe holds on and slowly intertwines their fingers. Beca feels warmth spread through her body as Chloe looks away like nothing’s happening and Beca smiles at her thankfully.

Chloe’s thumb brushes back and forth over Beca’s knuckles as they reach the top and Beca’s not afraid to open her eyes anymore.  

They ride the rest of the Ferris Wheel in silence and Chloe’s hands slip away when Beca stands with two feet on the ground. The brunette crosses her arms over her chest and pushes the thought that her hand feels empty now in the back of her mind.

Chloe’s eyes settle on Beca and a smile appears on her lips. “Wanna go again?”

Beca’s jaw drops and Chloe can’t keep a straight face anymore, bursting out laughing. Beca puffs in fake anger but the corner of her lip turns up and she shakes her head.

Without saying another word, they slowly turn around and walk further into the Fair, look for their best friends, side by side.