its not fair

ch. 4 - shots

Chloe's POV:

Beca came into her room with two shot glasses and a crate of vodka and tequila. "Woah! Bec, what is this?" I asked, laughing.

"Well, we've both been in a shit mood all day so I thought I'd lighten the mood. Come on." She grinned. "I thought your mom and sister were coming?" Beca shook her head. "Nah. They can't make it tonight or tomorrow, so they're coming the day after tomorrow."

"Oh, right. And Mike isn't here?"

"Nope. Just me, you, the dogs and some shots." Beca said. I frowned. "What about Robyn?" Beca gasped and cursed under her breath. "I completely forgot about her. Eh. She'll be fine."

"She's seven."

"And she's capable of taking care of herself. I'm not dealing with her tonight."

I sighed and nodded. "Okay." I mumbled. Beca opened the first bottle of vodka and poured us both a shot. "Tonight is gonna be so fun."

We both downed our shots, then poured another round and immediately drank them too.

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"The world is spinning." Beca muttered, lay on her floor and staring it at the ceiling. "Yeah. That's usually the case." I laughed. Beca sat up before groaning and immediately lying back down. "No, but I can feel it spinning."

"Lightweight." I smiled. Beca slowly got up and glared at me. "I am not a lightweight, Beale."

I giggled and Beca flopped onto her bed, next to me. "I mean it. I just think we shouldn't have had that many shots."

"You had like, four!" Beca hit my arm gently and laughed. "And I drank the rest of the bottle."

"Fair." I mumbled. Beca looked up at me and booped my nose gently. "You know, you're really pretty." She smiled. I blushed and moved her hand away from my face. "T-Thank you. You're really drunk right now."

"So?"

"You don't really mean it."

Beca laughed and sat up, making direct eye contact with me. "Drunk words are sober thoughts." She told me.

She smiled and tucked my hair behind my ear. "I mean it. You're so pretty. I'm kinda jealous."

"Beca. You're pretty too!"

"Not as pretty as you."

"Bec~"

"Sh," She put a finger on my lips. "I think I might love you."

My heart was racing. "B-But what about Jesse? He's your boyfriend." I whispered. Beca cupped my cheek and laughed. "I don't really love him. He's insufferable. And he's pretty insane. I mean, I have to do anything he wants otherwise he gets really mad. But you're different. You haven't ever been rude or mean to me. I mean, from the first day I ever met you, you've always been so kind. And we're so close. It makes sense."

"Beca, you're drunk and tired. I really don't think you know what you're saying. Seriously. Come on, let's go to sleep. I'm gonna get into my bed~"

"Don't! Please stay here."

"Bec. I don't think sharing a bed with you is smart."

"Why? Because I like you? I'm not gonna do anything to you."

"I know that. I'm just saying that it's not a great idea while you're so drunk. Okay? I can sleep with you tomorrow night."

"Don't go."

"I'm not leaving you. My bed is literally next to yours on the floor."

"I know, but I just wanna sleep with you."

I nodded and sighed. "Fine. Scoot over."

She rolled over to face me and I wrapped my arms around her. She looked up and smiled. "I really do think we're made for each other."

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Beca's POV:

"I called it! You're deffo together." Mike laughed as she walked into my room. I sat up and noticed I'd been cuddling Chloe while I slept. She was still asleep, and she still had a pretty firm grip on my arm. "Shut up! I just..got scared last night." I snapped.

"What the fuck is there to be scared of? You're 23, Rebeca. Grow up."

I shook my head and looked away. "I don't expect you to understand. Anyway, I can't be with Chloe if I have a boyfriend." I smiled. Mike sniggered and rolled his eyes. "As if you could get a boyfriend."

"Piss off." I muttered. He flipped me off before slamming my door and walking away. The sound of the door shutting woke Chloe up. "Shit!" She yelled. I laughed softly at her reaction. "What? What just happened?!"

"Mike shut my door.."

"Oh." She muttered.

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Chloe's POV:

The talk me and Beca had suddenly hit me like a slap to the face. I looked up at Beca, who seemed like she hadn't remembered a thing.

"Uh..you remember anything from last night?" I asked quietly. She shook her head and smiled. "No. I just remember us getting absolutely hammered off some shots."

"So..you don't remember telling me you like me?"

"No- wait, I did what?!"

"Yeah..."

"Fuck! Shit! Oh my fucking God!"

Beca sat back down on the bed, hands shaking and her leg bouncing up and down. "It's okay, Bec. You were drunk so I doubt you really meant it." I smiled. She shook her head and looked down.

"Y-Yeah, I didn't mean it." She whispered. I nodded and laughed softly. "If you didn't mean it, why are you so panicked?"

"Because it could have ruined our relationship."

"But it didn't. Beca, you were absolutely shit faced, I can't be mad at you for what you said."