Hold Up, I Love You?

Four.

(Chloe's POV)

Beca hated flying. The entire flight to Las Vegas her hand was wrapped into mine, and her eyes were out the window. When we finally landed she rushed off of the plane, happy to be on the ground again. We were now in our rooms at the hotel, Beca and I had a room on the 25th floor, a nice two bed, one bath suite with a kitchen and small living room. "This is going to be a fun few days, won't it Ms. Beale?" Beca mentioned unzipping her suit case. There was a few things of lingerie on top of her clothes, toiletries, and other packed items. But of course, right away my eyes went to the sexy undergarments Beca had with her. "Does someone like what I brought with me?" She smirked and began putting her clothes away in her side of the dresser. "I have a feeling the second bed won't be needed on this trip."

"We won't be getting much sleep, that's for sure." I let out. Beca winked and grabbed her toiletries to put them in the bathroom. I placed my suit case on the bed and began doing the same thing.
Once everything was unpacked it was around eight at night and the other girls decided we should all go out for dinner. Aubrey automatically wanted to sit next to me, and of course on my right side was Beca. I was in between my two best friends who hate each other. Yay?

Aubrey leaned in to whisper something in my ear "Remember, keep your toner in your pants. Don't let Beca catch you staring at her while she changes." The irony of her sentence nearly made me spit out my drink. Not only did I watch Beca change, she practically gave me strip teases in between make out sessions. I gave Aubrey a surprised look and she just stared at me. "I'm serious. Don't let the midget know."

"She's not a midget!" I said a bit too loud. Beca, Fat Amy, and Stacie heard me and they all looked in our direction.

"Who isn't a midget?" Fat Amy asked, I glanced at Beca who looked confused. "Beca? Nah she's 5'1, legal midget height is 4'10."

"Thank God for those 3 inches!" Stacie joked. "You're still super short. But it's kind of adorable."

"I am not adorable!" Beca crossed her arms.

Fat Amy laughed "Well then what are you? I think Gingy over here would say you're sexy." Fat Amy gave me a wink and shook her breasts about.

"What?" I spat. "No, what? I mean, yes Beca's attractive, but... what?" I was flustered. I didn't know if I should agree and kind of let people know about my feelings, or if I should disagree and risk hurting Beca's feelings. "I mean... Yeah, she's sexy, but I um."

"Chlo, chill." Beca laughed. "I'm gonna head to the bathroom." Beca got up and head down the hall.

Instantly everyone looked at me. "So... When did you and Beca start fucking?" Fat Amy let out.

Aubrey glared at her "Amy! That's none of our business." I have her a thankful look. "No but really, how long have you been sleeping with Beca?"

"Guys! What... That's so not... we're so not doing that. I've never had sex with her. I've never had sex with anyone, anywhere." I started to ramble. I do that when I get nervous. It's a bad habit. "The fact that you have the audacity, the nerve, to aca-accuse me of something... How- how do I know that you're not sleeping with her? And you guys are trying to throw me off?"

"So you guys have been sleeping together for a few months, she wants it to be purely sex, but you want a real relationship." Stacie said.

Aubrey scrunched her eyebrows "You got that from whatever the fuck just came out of Chloe's mouth?"

"When it comes to sex, I know what I'm doing." Stacie waved Aubrey off and leaned toward me from across the table. "Listen, Beca is very sexually driven. She needs it to feel loved, and right now you're the one making her feel loved. If you want more, then you're gonna have to come right out and say it. She may back off, she has a fear of commitment, but if she doesn't you'll know that she's in love with you too."

"I never said I was in love with her." I shook my head. "Wait.. How did you know all of that? Are you psychic?" 

"No, I just happen to know a thing or two about sex and relationships." Stacie told me. "That, and I may have read Beca's E-Diary when she accidentally emailed it to me instead of the notes for our composition class." 

She had an E-Diary? "What did she say abo-" 

"Hey guys, did the waiter come to take our order yet?" Beca asked as she sat down. Stacie shook her head. "Why are you all so silent?"

"Nothing, we were just talking about you and how small you are." Fat Amy told her. "And how you worry us with your size."

Beca sent daggers with her eyes and Fat Amy replied with a smile. I placed my hand on her thigh and Beca's face changed from angry, to surprised, to hiding something. "I'm not that small." She mumbled. I slid my hand up her thigh before taking it away, she glanced at me before taking a sip of water.

The rest of dinner was awkward. Beca and I would sneak glances at each other, or I would get the occasional look from Stacie, and I knew these girls were going to keep bugging me if I didn't do something about Beca and I soon.
When we got back to the hotel Beca instantly tried making out with me, but I pushed her away. She looked at me oddly and I drew a deep breath.  "Beca, tell me about your family. I've told you all about mine, but you've never told me anything about yours."

"Seriously? Now you wanna have a heart to heart?" Beca tried to be seductive, giving me bedroom eyes and running her hand up her thigh. I just nodded and sat next to her on the bed. "Um, okay, well I'm an only child. My parents split when I was eleven, my parents always seemed to be perfect. All you would hear from family, friends, or neighbors was how perfect the Mitchell family was. But it turned out that both of my parents were having affairs." Beca pressed her lips together. "The perfect family broke in an instant when I saw my dad making out with some chick at a Olive Garden. I was there with my best friend for her birthday." Beca laughed. "My parents sat me down and told me that sometimes two people just aren't happy with each other and find other ways to be happy, but tolerate each other for the happiness of their loved one. They stuck with each other because of me for nearly nine years. After that they divorced, seeing no need to uphold the lie anymore. My dad moved us from Maine to Rhode Island, to Tennessee, to New York, to wherever until finally he got a good teaching job at Barden when I was sixteen, we've been in Georgia for two years now, and I haven't seen my mom since the first move." 

So that's why Beca doesn't like commitment. She thinks that any kind of real commitment will turn on her and leave, like her parents, like where she's lived, any kind of foundation she's laid has cracked and fallen to pieces. She has never known a solid love. I decided right then and there that I was going to be the one to show her that, I wasn't going anywhere. I was going to show her that it's okay to fall in love.