A Predictable Story

chapter eight

Chloe haven't worked for more than a week now. Luckily, the substitute teacher would gladly take her shifts and her boss understands Chloe's needs to be home to take care of Beca, although he mentioned that Jesse could take care of her few times. But no, she's the one who has to take care of Beca, she's the one who lives with her and always took care of her before. She, Chloe, never Jesse.

And never would be.

That's why, ignoring Beca's complaints and allegations that she was just fine by herself, Chloe is helping the girl to dress up her pajamas. Trying to ignore the feeling of her bare skin brushing on the other girl's. Trying to ignore the soft blush on Beca's cheeks. Trying to ignore the amount of pale skin exposed.

She would never look too much, or she would end up just losing her mind.

"I think we are okay" she mutters when they finish dressing up.

Beca rolls her eyes, but Chloe can see a trace of a smile on her face "We always are, Chlo. Want to put me on bed as well?" she jokes, opening her arms like a kid supposed to be lifted up. And for her surprise, Chloe actually approached, hugging her briefly but then lifting her in the air.

Beca immediately places her legs around her waist and gasps an "Idiot" under her breath.

Chloe chuckles and for a second, Beca can feel the girl holding her tighter, making her stomach flips in a weird, but not totally new, way. But then it's gone and she is on the bed. She sighs when Chloe cover her with the blankets

"Not complaining, but complaining, when I will get my life back?"

"Beca," Chloe replies patiently, laying down by her side "you had a head trauma; you need to get some rest for a while. Okay?"

"I already rested enough." Beca is conscious of how much she sounds like a little kid right now.

"Just a little more"

"Fine"

"Come here, grumpy"

And Beca goes, because just after the accident, something changed: she just can't stand being away from Chloe anymore, and even though the whole take care thing is too extreme, Beca kinda likes it. She likes the attention and, surprisingly, she likes too much of the body contact, and that's probably why she leans closer, the two of them sharing the same pillow and the same blanket, both looking up to the sky.

"Do you know any constellations?" Chloe whispers, not averting her gaze.

"Nope, what about you?"

"Not at all" they laugh softly.

"But, if you look from a certain angle," whispers Beca, raising her hand like she was drawing on the sky "that bunch there surely looks like a poop."

Chloe can't help but laugh audibly. The other girl is such a dork. What she does not notice though, is how Beca's eyes had averted from the sky and are now watching her, careful to not miss a bit of movement, taking it all in like she should rather to stare nothing else than her. She watches her eyes squeeze shut, the little wrinkles near them, her nose furrowing and finally, her mouth drawing a grin so wide and bright it could change lives.

And Chloe's heart skips a beat when she feels warm soft lips staying protractedly on her cheek. She's so shocked she doesn't open her eyes while she gasps for air and feels her body getting insanely hot.

She doesn't even know why she is reacting this way, maybe because that never happened. The kisses were always from Chloe, the tight side hug always came from her, the affection and love acts, the back rubs and random gifts were always from her.