Hold Up, I Love You?

Seventeen.

(Chloe's POV)

I woke up next to my wife. My wife. I remember her face, the way she laughs, how she looks at me when I say something stupid, the fact that she is my favorite person in the entire world. I kissed her nose and her eyes fluttered open. She smiled and kissed my lips, happy to see me. "Hey there beautiful." Beca whispered, making my heart melt. "How'd you sleep?"

"Really well, considering it was with you." I winked. Beca smiled and lay her head on my chest. I ran my fingers through her hair and recall the mornings when we were nothing more that friends with benefits and we would wake up next to each other, and I couldn't help but think of doing that for the rest of my life. Now that I know I'll get to... It's surreal. "What are your plans for the day?"

"Well my to-do list consists of three things." Beca stated. "1. Drink some coffee, 2. Meet with Aubrey to discuss whatever it was she wants to discuss, 3. You." Beca slid her hand down my back and squeezed my ass and I bit my lip. "But I'll have to save number three for later." Beca got out of the bed and began hobbling around, getting dressed. She had a black boot/cast thing around her foot and ankle, due to shattering it when she dropped three stories to the ground. I got up as well and began getting ready for todays events, though I'd prefer to just skip right to the last thing on her list.

We drove from the cafe to the address Aubrey gave us. I was nervous to say the least. The thought of my best friend doing the things she did in these past few months tore me to pieces inside. But I knew she needed to be confronted, and we all needed to sit down and have a chat about what went down. 
We entered the small house without caring to knock. I knew this house all too well, this was a place where Aubrey and I had our sleepovers, where we got ready for homecoming and prom, this was where we made most of our memories. Her parents house. But it seemed her parents were gone at the moment, which is good because if Beca goes to slap Aubrey, I'm not going to stop her, and I'd rather Mrs. Posen didn't see that.

"Aubrey? Aubrey we're here." I called out. Aubrey ran down the stairs, a smile on her face. "What are you so happy about?"

"You two are together again." Aubrey nodded. "I knew my plan would work."

"What?" Beca seemed even more confused than I was. "What are you talking about?"

"My plan. You see, I had a very distinct plan to see if you really loved Chloe. It took a few turns I wasn't expecting, but for the most part, the experiment was a success." Aubrey shrugged. Beca and I stared at her like she was crazy. "So the fight Chloe and I had at rehearsals was just the beginning, I was expecting you to at least yell at me, which you did, and I was ecstatic when you ran after her... but that's where the unexpected happened." Aubrey looked at me with sorrow filled eyes. "Chlo, you know I would never do anything to hurt you, and me trying to protect you from Beca kind of got in the way of what truly matters to me. Your happiness. I never wanted you to try and kill yourself. I wouldn't be able to live without my best friend right next to me, these past few months have been agony!" Aubrey shook her head and ran her hand through her hair. "I decided to continue with the experiment and try fighting with Beca and things just went south, which is totally my fault, and I figured maybe if I make you jealous of someone with Beca you'd go back to her. I couldn't find anyone willing to ask her out, out of fear that you would murder them, so I took it into my own hands. It worked. Kinda." Aubrey took a deep breath. "I am so sorry. None of this was supposed to happen."

"So this all started out as a plan to test whether or not I really love Chloe?" Beca scoffed. "That's so fucked up! What the a-"

"Wow..." I cut Beca off and couldn't help but laugh. "Jesus, you are relentless! You did this with Tom, Hell you did this with my tenth grade prom date!" I smiled and shook my head. "I don't know how I didn't realize that's what you were doing, granted this one was a bit more extreme and I did lose my memory." 

"Are you forgiving this shit?" Beca huffed.

I nodded. "Yeah, I am. She didn't want any of this to happen, all she wanted was to protect me."

Beca gave me the kind of look that told me she thought I was being stupid. "This bitch nearly tore us apart, fuck Chloe she almost made you kill yourself! You're going to forgive her, just like that?" I just nodded and hugged Aubrey. To be honest, I was still really mad about the whole ordeal, but Aubrey is my best friend. She didn't want any of this to happen, I know that's more than true. "What about you kissing me?" Beca added.

"Fake. So fake." Aubrey shook her head, still holding me in her arms. "I am 100% straight. Believe me, and even if I wasn't, you're so not my type Mitchell."

"Well aren't I lucky?" Beca rolled her eyes and crossed her arms across her chest. "I still don't trust you. Nor do I think I ever will. You brought it upon yourself, and no amount of begging from Chloe will change my mind, because if I had lost her that night... I would never be able to look at you without wanting to kill you." Beca's furrowed brow and squinted eyes glared at Aubrey, who pressed her lips together as she listened to what Beca said. "And after everything that has transpired within these past few months, you're lucky I haven'r caused you some kind of bodily harm. You're lucky that because of Chloe, I'll tolerate you, and I won't maim you in your sleep. But we will never be friends again."

Aubrey nodded and took a deep breath. "You have every right to feel the way you do. I wish I could take this all back and try my experiment a different way-"

"You still would have pulled that stupid experiment?" Beca threw her hands out in question of the blonde's actions.

Aubrey just nodded and shrugged. "I have to make sure Chloe is loved, at all times. You've more than proven yourself, and I can't pick another person in this world I'd rather have Chloe spend the rest of her life with."
Beca mumbled a thank you and left the house, she made her way back into the car and I knew she probably left so she didn't harm Aubrey in some way. "Thank you." Aubrey said to me. "For forgiving me, I mean." Aubrey gave my shoulders a light squeeze and shook her head. "If I were you, I never would have been able to forgive myself. What I did... What I almost made you do? I would have had to kill myself if you had gone through with it." Aubrey let out a low breath "If... Beca, hadn't talked you out of it."