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Okay. *Chloe*
Okay. *Beca*
I'm going to ask you this question, I've told you this before.
Shoot.
What does this mean?
It means... That we are obviously madly in love with each other and we can't live without one another.
Beca, seriously.
Okay.. I was serious but... It means that we are trying new things. We are going slow but not to slow or else who knows what happens.
So we're dating?
I haven't took you on a date you Ms. Beale. I have to first take you out. I mean what if you don't like me.
Then why don't you ask me out.
... Okay. Will you Ms. Beale, let me take you on a date?
I'll have to think about it... I'll call you and let you know.
Really... So where are you gonna stay while you're here.
Your place if that's fine.
It's totally fine, I mean we can cuddle, watch movies.
We should just date already.
No, not until the perfect moment. Ms. Beale I have to ask you in the most romanticist way ever so don't get your underwear in a budge.
In a budge.
Chloe then kissed Beca. They kissed each other so passionately that they couldn't stop.
Okay seriously. If I continue, we might be here all day. *Beca*
And I'm fine with that.
Hah, come on let's go home.
Beca drove the two home but then Chloe turned on the radio.
'Y'all haters corny with that illuminati mess
Paparazzi, catch my fly, and my cocky fresh
I'm so reckless when I rock my Givenchy dress (stylin')
I'm so possessive so I rock his Roc necklaces
My daddy Alabama, Momma Louisiana
You mix that negro with that Creole make a Texas bama
I like my baby heir with baby hair and afros
I like my negro nose with Jackson Five nostrils
Earned all this money but they never take the country out me
I got a hot sauce in my bag, swag'
The two sang their hearts out it was so great.
