That's How You Get The Girl

To show I care

Chloe

I roll my eyes at Beca's text, she's checking up on me. It's cute. I decide maybe her payback for leaving me is to make her feel a little extra guilty.

'If you're going to worry about me maybe you should have stayed home so we could cuddle and watch movies.'

You'd think since she just had to go to work and it was just oh so important that she would take a little bit to text back. That is very wrong, I quickly get a text back.

IBeca<3: Ha Beca Mitchell doesn't cuddle or watch movies'
I seriously think she forgets how much I know about her.

'I remember that if I wanted The Beca Mitchell to watch a movie with me in college I could only get her to stay if I cuddled her'

This text takes a little longer to get to me. I can picture Beca all frazzled in the studio.

Beca<3: YOU would cuddle me. I just felt guilty moving.

I smile. I love getting her all wild up.

'Whatever you say Mitchell ;)' I quickly get back

Beca<3: Whatever, we'll be home soon.

I leave it at that. Even though i'm the guest I have a surprise for Beca and I guess Legacy, but mainly Beca.

About an hour later I have dinner fully made and finishing setting the table. I've cleaned up a little bit so I don't feel as gross.

I hear the front door open and close followed by Beca's voice, "Chlo!"

"In the kitchen," I try to hurry to finish setting the table.

Beca walks in, her eyes are wide and her mouth is ajar.

"I figured you and Em would be hungry after work," I quietly tell her as if I'm a child getting in trouble. I stand up straight my hands fidgetting with the bottom of my shirt.

She continues to stand there taking in the room. She's making me nervous. I, Chloe Beale, don't get nervous. I'm pretty confident person, who thinks everyone of my actions and words through before I let it out into the world, but here I am nervous about what Beca thinks.

"Em is out with co-workers. She'll be gone for a while," Beca informs me while slowly walking towards the table.

Beca expression changes, maybe it's not her full expression, maybe it's just in her eyes. If i didn't memorize every look from her I wouldn't have caught it. Her eyes have a hint of sadness in them and it feels as if theres a rock sitting in the pit of my stomach. So unfortunately word vomit starts to begin, "I just wanted to say thanks for letting me stay here, so I figured What's a better thank you than a home cooked meal. My mother always says that and I know you don't cook and from living with Emil in college I'm not sure she even knows how..."

The way she's looking at me makes me stop. It's a weird mix of amusement and sadness. Damn you Beca for making me nervous.

She gives me a slight smirk, "my mom always had dinner ready for my dad when he got off of work, well obviously that was before the divorce. She always told me that little things like that show you care." Her words are whispers that hit me hard. Do I apologize for bringing back that memory? Do I sit her down? I don't have time to make my decision. Beca sits down, scans the table once more then looks up to me and gives me a small "Thank you."

The rock in my stomach disappears and I sit down across from her. "Well I guess my ordering take out skills won't impress you," She jokes taking a forkfull of food.

"It matters What kind of take out we're talking about," I tease back.

"Chinese, and only in 15 minutes." she has a sly smirk planted on her face and I jokingly act impressed. "If I had known about that I wouldn't have even tried."

Our eyes lock and in those stormy blue eyes I see a little hint of sunshine come through. It makes my breath hitch.

After dinner Beca tries to clean up, but I stop her. "Chlo, it's the least I can do,"

When I don't let her help she leans against the counter with her arms folded. She gives a huff. I slowly saunter over to her.I get so close to her our noses are centimeters away from touching. I place my hand on either side of her against the counter. Her expression softens. I hear her breath hitch and I know she's having a hard time keeping eye contact with me.

"How about I pick what you do for me?" She gives me a head nod and her breathing gets heavier. I have to bite my bottom lip to keep myself from kissing her. I grab her wrist and lead her to the couch in the living room. I slowly and lightly guide her by her shoulders to sit down. She doesn't fight or jerk away, she lets me lead. I bend over at my waist and place my hands on her thighs. I feel them tense, but I don't call her out. I lean closer to her so my mouth is next to her ear and whisper, "Movie night."

I hear her sigh so I pull back with a grin, her expression has changed form submissive to a death glare. "I would have rather cleaned," she whines.

I walk to her tv and pull out, I'm guessing one of Emily's movies and start it up. "But you didnt ," I tell her as I sit down next to her.

Her arms are folded against her chest as she speaks, "You wouldn't let me."

I lay down so my head is in her lap and I'm facing up at her. "Stop throwing a fit or I'll have to punish you," I threaten with a flirtatious wink before turning on my side to face the tv. I grab Beca's arm to wrap it around me. I fell her loosen up and at this very moment I'm content. Just like I always am with her.