A/N: hey guys! This is our first time to post a fanfic here so... lol
this one's by titaniumhuh. slightly inspired by arttm's awesome song, I Do. and also, ~italicized~ words indicate pre-relationship.
we accept criticism and all that, so fire away guys! ;) have a good day, our fellow aca-people. :D
Her eyes suddenly opened.
She reached for her phone on the bedside table, eyes squinting at the sudden bright exposure as she unlocked it.
04:54 am, the clock read.
Beca groaned. It was too early for her to get up and do some editing for the new music she was producing at her studio, but she decided to get up and work on it nonetheless--
Well, she tried to. But upon catching sight of the figure sleeping soundly beside her, arms tucked under red hair and legs tangled on their shared blanket, Beca didn't dare move. She turned to her side and rested on her shoulders. She stared at Chloe, lips slightly puckered, looking absolutely calm and adorable.
"Becs" she heard the redhead mumble in her sleep, fingertips reaching for the brunette, letting out a satisfied "hmm" as she wrapped her arms around Beca's waist.
She couldn't help not to smile at her girlfriend's actions, melting into her touch; she laid down again and snuggled close to Chloe. Beca watched as the early morning sunlight slowly creep into their window, hitting Chloe's hair, illuminating her face and noting how she was crinkling her nose as the light hits her closed eyelids.
Beca let out a sigh. What did she even do to deserve this, really?
Sometimes she would be pretty convinced that her girlfriend couldn't possibly be real. Chloe Beale was so beautiful. And god, she loved her so much.
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"Why do you have blonde hair on your old pictures?"
"I used to dye my hair blonde all the time."
"Why?"
"I don't know, I guess it made me feel prettier? I'm not really sure."
She couldn't help not to roll her eyes. Her bestfriend could pull off any hair color. And she didn't need to, really. She was already beautiful just being herself.
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Beca stared across the room, arms crossed and eyes never leaving red hair and blue pajamas dancing and singing along wildly to a pop rock song on the radio. Beca had a stupid smile on her face as she was trying very hard not to laugh because this was gold.
Her presence still unknown, she took out her phone and started recording the scene happening before her.
"Ain't it fuuun? Livin' in a real world," Chloe sang, her back still turned to Beca. Her hips swaying along to every piano chord played.
"Don't go cryin', to your momma, 'cause you're on your own in the world!" her girlfriend continued, still dancing and very much in her element.
She was doing weird dance moves now and Beca couldn't help not to laugh, because really, how could they let this girl choreograph their Bellas performances for like, four years? She was so weird. And yeah, cute.
With the sound of laughter, the redhead turned sharply. And the other girl pocketed her phone the second she realized she was caught.
Her face was almost the same shade as her hair. Chloe's eyes widened and she suddenly gave out a dagger look at the brunette.
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Romance"Sometimes she would be pretty convinced that her girlfriend couldn’t possibly be real. Chloe Beale was so beautiful. And god, she loved her so much." or the one where Beca Mitchell is sappy as fuck and thinks she really can't love Chloe any more t...
