Bechloe One Shots

7

Beca had finally escaped her dorm room and her dad and was wandering around the activities fair. Nothing seemed to interest her. Her mind kept wondering off again and she could never seem to hold a control over her own thoughts. Beca Mitchell was different to other people her age, or other people entirely. She saw the world in different ways and nothing seemed to be its own thing, it all liked together like one big puzzle in her head.

"Hey, would you like to join our a-Capella group?" A cheerful voiced asked, pulling her way from her swimming thoughts.

"Oh, is this like a thing now?" She asked, looking at the girls. One had blond hair that looked like it would curl up into the tree behind her and turn into leaves while the red head, well, she looked kind of normal. 

The ginger girl carried on talking but Beca was lost in her thoughts again. The wind was blowing and the shorter girl was trying to imagine what it would look like if you were able to see it, swirling around in the sky like waves. Waves, of course, it would look like everything around you was one giant ocean. 

She smiled at her accomplishment but wiped it off her face as soon as she noticed the two girls staring at her.

"Yeyks." She said, hoping that she could come up with something that sounded normal. "Uh, sorry, but I don't even sing." She walked away from the girls, heading back to her room to mix more songs. The wind and waves in the air had reminded her of the song Riptide by Vance Joy and she wanted to mix it up with something to remind her of new discovery.

***

Later that day and Beca was heading down to the shower room. She not only needed a shower but the dorm room was plain and gave her nothing to think about and therefore, no inspiration. The water turned on and the drops cascaded down her back, feeling like they were piercing her skin after a few minutes of standing there.  She then thought of bullets on her skin yet nothing hurt her, it felt more relaxing like a shower should. 

You shout it out
But I can't hear a word you say
I'm talking loud not saying much
I'm criticized but all your bullets ricochet
You shoot me down, but I get upI'm bulletproof nothing to lose
Fire away, fire away
Ricochet, you take your aim
Fire away, fire away
You shoot me down but I won't fall, I am titanium
You shoot me down but I won't fall
I am titanium

Beca smiled as she sang. her head was finally filled with more links after being in that room. She definitely needed someone to decorated it, see what it makes her think of. 

"You can sing!" Came the same perky voice from earlier that day. At first she though it was in her head and she was playing the voice on rewind like she had been all day, fueling her inspiration for music. Then realiseing that the girl had never said those works she shot around and starred at the fully naked ginger girls in front of her.

Those, eyes, how had she not noticed those eyes. The deep blue pools of light shone at her like the sun and water combined, they almost smiled at her themselves and glowing the girls joy. She noted to herself to make another cake by the ocean mix but this time with titanium. 

The girl stood there and huffed, waiting for something. "Either you sing again, or I stand here with you. Trust me, I don't mind the latter." Beca tried to cover up herself again but instead ended up worse off with no shampoo bottle and closer to the girl in front of her. She sighed and started singing the same song.

Two lines in and the other girl started singing too. Their voices mixed and merged together like nothing else Beca had ever seen or heard. She smiled and carried on singing. Not long later and Beca had found that their lips had merged together too. Her thoughts were so clouded with the song and they were only swept away with the feel of the other girls lips on hers. This girl had such effects on her without realiseing and yet Beca could never explain them, if she did, the girl would leave and she would be left yet again with everything she ever saw turning in her mind.

The kiss had broken and the two girls were starring at each other. 

"T-the names Chloe by the way." The girl said, stuttering slightly. "Sorry, jeez, I can't even talk. That kiss was everything. I hope I see you again. Maybe we could go out some time."

Be just nodded, not saying anything but smiling so hard her cheeks ached, but that didn't matter. Chloe smiled back and left the shower block.

***

It had been three months that the girls had been dating. Beca had the balls to ask Chloe out the night she was accepted into the Bella's. The girls were all now living in a large house just on the edge of campus that was provided by Aubrey's parents as reward for their daughter finally becoming the captain of the Bella's.

The girls were currently hanging around down stairs, accept for Beca who had decided to take a late night walk. She needed a different song for Animals by Maroon 5 and the creepy woods out of the back of the house should give her good ideas.

Stacey came down the stairs with a worried look on her face and a book in her hand. The book was covered in tiny drawing that had been drawn over and over each other so the front page just looked like it had been scribbled over like someone was trying to colour it in black with a Biro. 

"Guy, I didn't mean to read it and I wouldn't have if I know what it was, but I'm kinda worried about Beca." She said, holding up the diary for everyone to see.

"For aca sake Stacey, we all know Beca's probability depressed." Aubrey dead panned, closing her eyes again and leaning back.

"No listen to this. It's from earlier today.

I've finally had another idea, there are endless songs that seem to mix with it and it's hard to keep up without getting head aches and sleeping. Chloe's decorating the room and the new wall has a painting of grass and birds and birds and water and mountain and dear and lots of other little animals, its so full. But what if the birds feathers turned to grass and the grass turned to feathers. It would fit perfectly into the wind of waved and waves on wind theory. 

I know my heads getting worse but these ideas wont go away, especially with these girls in my life. Each of them seem to have their own aspect of life and affinity for every moving thing. I'll never be able to stop at this rate. I'll keep going and end up there again. But I don't want to, the pills make me go funny and everything feels like I'm not there. Like if I talk the surroundings will fill me up and drown me. I'll be nothing again. I can't be nothing, everything has to be something. So why aren't I something?"

All the girls were starring at Stacey, not noticing the small figure come though the door and listen in to them invading her [private life. She looked at them, running up the stairs and curling up on the cold bed. Nothing came as she cried. No thoughts, no connections nothing. Not until she felt two arms rap around her and pull her in tight.

"What are you doing?" She asked them.

"Hugging my girlfriend. Why didn't you tell me you had this?" Chloe asked, burring her head into Beca's neck.

"Because you'd leave." 

"Nope. Now, tell me what you see." Chloe said, taking out her phone and showing pictures of her art work and a few things her friends have drawn. Beca sighed and stared talking, making a few links to each picture. 

It wasn't long until the two girls fell asleep, wrapped in each others embrace.