A Predictable Story

chapter five

Chloe had just arrived home from work with a terrible headache (guess that the screams and shouts of the children she was currently teaching contributed to that), when she hears the front door slamming and some noise amusingly similar to a dinosaur shriek.

She walks slowly to the corridor that leads to the front door, watching a frustrated Beca fighting against her jacket, mumbling and grunting.

"Who's there? Is it a serial killer? A kidnapper? Sounds like an angry troll" Chloe calls, resting on the wall and smiling.

Beca turns around letting her arms fall with a half undressed jacket. Her face is doing the boring frustrated resting face again, which makes Chloe laugh. God she is adorable.

"Sorry. It's just me. Fire and death."

Chloe chuckles. Adorable angry Chihuahua.

"Easy there, Smaug, you're more like a hobbit" she says, getting closer and taking her jacket off easily, adding a wink "I'm so good at getting you undressed. I should do it more."

In other times maybe Beca would have laughed and continued with the flirty jokes. But last night's memory was still fresh on her mind, not that she kept thinking about it every break she had on work, so everything she does is blush hard and choke.

"So what's wrong?" asks Chloe, squeezing her shoulder softly in comfort.

"Just Sia being a pain in the ass" Beca mumbles, looking at the ground while Chloe takes her hand, heading to the kitchen.

"What an ungrateful little thing you are!" laughs Chloe, being the little ball of sunshine she is.

"Oh, fuck off"

"Wow, harsh" Chloe just grins , because, honestly, it's just Beca being rude and complaining about every single thing "Well, there's pancakes for dinner! I guess I can form a smiling face on them for you"

"I just... let's just go to bed, will we?" she says, still not looking Chloe in the eyes.

The ginger is now worried. Of course Beca always complain, but there's a behavior she had hardly seen, the constant frowned eyebrows and all the not looking in the eye stuff. And going to bed before dawn and refusing her pancakes? Something is actually wrong.

"It's still seven, Becs, you never go to bed that early. Won't you work on some mixes or anything?"

"Not today" she replies to the ground, wrinkling her nose.

Chloe hesitates.

"Fine, I'll just work on some choreography for the kids and catch up with you later, alright?"

"Right"

After Beca leaves, Chloe take her notebook on her hands and open it.

She was probably having a bad day, Chloe knew that the girl had not slept well last night, and the ginger feels a little guilty about it, and she still has to deal with the new pressure working with a demanding Sia and add this to the whole thing happening with Jesse, Beca must be feeling crushed.

And there is still the kiss, Chloe was drunk enough to feel brave, not to forget the whole night. She feels the blush on her cheeks and thinks that hopefully Beca blamed all the episode on the alcohol.

Chloe sighs, realizing she can't pay even a slight amount of attention on her work right now. She drops the notebook and climbs the stairs, crawling on the bed where Beca is lying on her stomach, the usual head-buried-and-members-stretched-everywhere position. She laughs softly and passes one of her legs over Beca's body, sitting on her back. She feels the girl startling with the contact.