Wrapped Around My Finger

Movie Night

Chloe POV
This week has been weird...
Beca has gotten better. I tried to help but she resisted and only allowed Fat Amy near her. When she finally got better she just brushed it off like everything was fine. Like nothing happened. I don't get it. It's like it didn't even happen! Not a thing has changed. When I bring it up she changes the subject. Which, I might add, is weird because she almost never talks. The same old Beca. I've decided just to forget it, Beca's avoiding the subject so I'll just act like nothing happened. Even if the guilt is killing me. While I was thinking about all this I was sitting next to Beca in a booth with Stacie and, surprisingly, no Fat Amy. It's the first time I've seen her leave Beca alone all week.
"So.." I move closer to Beca, "I've missed you." I move so close that we're touching. She shuffles further into the corner, not that there is much room to shuffle into. She looks at her hands. I smirk down at her than at Stacie. She just rolls her eyes and looks at the door. She's waiting for Aubrey. The image of them kissing suddenly enters my mind and I gag. Beca flicks a quick, slightly concerned, glance at me and Stacie raises an eyebrow. I don't explain as that memory led to another. Me kissing Beca. She tasted so good, even with the alcohol, and the feel of her soft skin against my hand was amazing. No, no, shouldn't be having these thoughts in a coffee shop. With those thoughts recently in my mind I can't help but put my hand on Beca's thigh. She instantly tenses up. My god the muscles! How did I never notice her muscles? I give a quick squeeze before retracting my hand. She flicks a glance at me and I notice her cheeks turn pink. I smirk down at her. She's so cute. I hear movement and look up. Stacie slides over and Aubrey hops in.
"Sorry I'm late." Aubrey says. "I lost track of time." Stacie hasn't stopped staring at Aubrey since she entered the shop. Instead of talking to Beca more I watch them and how they interact. Stacie was being a bit more sexual while Aubrey was, I don't even know the word for it, shy? Stacie was, as usual when flirting, sticking out certain parts of her body and Aubrey looks but pretends not to. It's quite entertaining. As they started making lovey dovey, kind of undressing each other with their eyes, at each other I take that as my queue to leave. I start to get up but then looked between Beca and the two not love love birds. I can't leave her with them. That'd just be cruel. I grab her arm and start dragging her away. She squeaks, which is adorable might I add, and starts to protest.
"Do you want to be left with them?" I whisper after pulling her closer. She gives me a startled look, similar to the deer in headlights look, but then looks back to Stacie and Aubrey who seemed to only spare us a second of interest. Beca gives me a hesitant shake of the head. I smile brightly. "Awesome!" I say before continuing to hold onto her upper arm as I drag her outside. I stop just outside the door. Beca looks a little stunned. I don't think she noticed the chemistry between them. Well, she was staring at her hands the majority of the time.
"Do you want to go watch a movie?" I ask breaking the silence. She still seems stunned and I don't think I helped.
"Wha-I..um.." She stutters out. "I got..um..I got homework so.." I start pouting.
"Please?" I ask, making puppy dog eyes. She looks back at the shop then back to me I don't actually hear her defeated sigh but I see her shoulders move with it.
"Fine." She mumbles, looking down. She really doesn't like eye contact.
I've totally found her weakness. "Yay!" I squeal and start dragging her to my car. She stumbles, being small and all, a few times but I won't allow her to fall. Beca is already seated and buckled by the time I get in. She seems dazed. I start the car and drive off.
"What movie are we watching?" She asks suddenly, surprising herself more than me. I shrug. I may or may not have left out that we're not watching a movie at the cinemas.
"Whatever is at home." I say casually, casting a glance at Beca to catch her reaction. I'm pretty sure she turned into a statue.
"Y-your house?" She stutters, giving me a wide eyed look. I just shrug again, trying to keep it casual.
"Yeah." I say. "You still want to go, right?" I ask, realising too late how vulnerable my voice sounds. I hear her mumble something that sounded like a positive. I smile, victorious.

As I park the car in my driveway I get out and unlock the frony door. I turn around and Beca hasn't moved an inch. I raise an eyebrow at her and open the front door. Her cheeks colour slightly as she hops out of the car. I doubt she was expecting this. I bow as she enters the doorway, giving her a smirk. Her blush deepens. She pauses, unsure where to go. I walk past her, our arms brushing, and take the lead. We head to my lounge room. Beca awkwardly sits down while I go over to my movie collection. It's pretty impressive if I do say so myself. I know Beca doesn't like movies but she has to like at least one, right?
"What's your favourite movie?" I ask, not turning around.
"I don't really like movies." I hear Beca mumble. I roll my eyes.
"I know that but what's the movie you dislike the least?" I ask. I hear silence and turn around. Beca's eyebrows were furrowed in concentration.
"I don't really know. I've never thought about it." She says and shrugs.
"Hmm." I hum. "At least choose a genre. For example: Horror, Comedy, Romance, Adventure etcetera etcetera." I say and turn back to look at my collection.
"Comedy." Beca says after some thought. Damn, I was hoping for horror or romance. My eye catches a movie.
"Have you seen Blended?" I ask, already taking it out of its spot.
"Nope." She says. I smile and pop in the movie. I close all the blinds and turn off the lights.
"Oh, I almost forgot! Do you want popcorn?" I ask, turning excitedly to Beca. She nods.
"The only reason I'm here." She teases with a smirk. My eyes widen in surprise. That's new.

When the popcorn is finally done I go and snuggle into Beca, picking up the remote and pressing play. "Is this okay?" I ask.

"Yeah." I hear her quiet, super nervous, reply. As usual, Beca tenses under my touch. I don't mind, it brings out her muscles. The movie progresses and the popcorn dwindles. We're maybe a third through the movie when it's all gone. I lean closer to Beca and whisper,
"Hungry one, aren't we?" I whisper in her ear before getting up and getting more popcorn. I can't help but smirk. I heard Beca's breath hitch when I leaned in. I'm starting to get thirsty. I'm sure Beca is too. While the popcorn was a poppin' I grabbed myself a beer and Beca a soda can. I can't even stand the thought of getting her sick again. I'm pulled out of my thoughts by the dinging of the microwave. I quickly pour the popcorn into a bowl and grab the drinks. Beca eyes the soda suspiciously.
"It hasn't even been opened." I say and roll my eyes. I guess that calms her suspicions because she takes the can. I snuggle back into her.

I don't know how many movies we watched or how many drinks I had but by the time Beca falls asleep from exhaustion I am definitely drunk. I only noticed because she she suddenly stopped being so tense. I thought that she was finally comfortable with me but unfortunately she had just fallen asleep. Turning off the TV, I left everything where it was and picked Beca up bridal style. Her head finds my shoulder as I walk off towards my bedroom. I'm surprised I didn't drop her since I was drunk but she is tiny so she's pretty light. I tuck her into bed and crawl in next to her. I can't help but think of the night of the sleep over...before she was puking. I vaguely remember kissing her and her moaning my name and telling me to stop. Although, in my drunken state, I wasn't sure whether it was moaning or groaning but she definitely wanted me to stop. If she had been moaning then I wasn't sure why she would've wanted me to stop. I lean over and kiss her cheek, barely able to stop from giving her a proper kiss. She mumbles something unintelligible and rolls over. I sigh. I want to kiss her so badly. Taste her lips just one more time. Even through all the liquor I could still remember the sensation. It was amazing and I want it again. I want more. Maybe that's just the beer talking, maybe not. I decide not to act on my impulse, just in case it is the beer talking. I lay my head on the pillow and can't help but wrap my arms around Beca's stomach. I have to give into some impulses.