Chapter 1-9: Favorite Escape

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A/N. (I don't own most of the characters and certain parts of the plot. Courtesy goes to the creative team behind the movie Pitch Perfect.) THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE REVIEWS! Keep them coming as they will help me write better. Enjoy this chapter!

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Chapter 1-9: Favorite Escape

Chloe stretched out as the warm rays of a good Saturday sun woke her. She stayed in bed for a while, as she reminisced the smiles and the opened gates from the previous night. She extended her right arm towards the other side of the bed and frowned when she was met with slovenly jumbled pillows and blankets. She sat up and regained her sweet smile when she spotted Beca at the floor busying herself with something.

When the brunette heard Chloe chuckle, she smirked. “Good morning, Oh-Chlo.”

Chloe walked over to her. “Good mor-… BECA!” Her eyes widened.

The other girl got up to her feet and clutched a sketchpad tight against her torso. “Don’t get mad.” She took a big step back as the redhead attempted to seize the sketchpad from Beca’s grip.

“Becs, please. Give that back,” pleaded Chloe.

“But I’m not yet done with it!”

“Oh you are so done with that, Becs! Give me that!” Chloe chased her around the room, but Beca’s tiny frame came to her advantage and let her move way faster. The brunette headed to the door and stood at the corridor.

“Let me borrow this, or I will display every doodle in it on the walls of Casa Bella!” Beca threatened.

Chloe froze, rolled her eyes, and retreated deep into the room. She sat on the common desk by the windows, frowning. Beca got back inside and closed the door. She sat across Chloe and continued hovering over the pages of the sketchbook. The redhead watched as her roommate laid eyes on every sketch she made in that compilation. She had never shown the book to anyone, not even to Aubrey, not even to her parents… and here Beca went – viewing them like crazy. The brunette was apparently taking pleasure in noting the fine details in Chloe’s works. She watched as Beca’s fingers brushed lightly over the charcoal markings.

There was this particular sketch of a red blood cell in macro view that Beca had spent the most seconds looking at.

“It’s an RBC,” spoke Chloe as she broke the deafening silence between them.

“I know.” Beca’s eyes were glued on the sketch. “I’d give your shading skills five stars.”

Chloe chuckled. “I would thank you for that, but um, that wasn’t exactly a product of varying my hold on the pencil. I differentiated the shades using only kneaded eraser.”

Beca’s mouth fell agape with Chloe’s revelation. “You’re not serious, are you? Wow, Oh-Chlo! I’d kneel down to this sketch of yours, but that takes too much effort.”

Chloe’s forehead creased. “It’s not like it hasn’t been done before, Becs. I don’t see how you’re so head over heels in love with that piece of-,”

“I’m going to stop you right there,” Beca cut her off. “There is no such thing as an original idea, Oh-Chlo. The world is too old for that. It’s just a matter of how you present it in another way.”

“Too wise,” scoffed Chloe before she chuckled.

“Why the fuck are you on your way to med school?” Beca blurted out.

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