Succulent Strawberry

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Sunday Morning

A pile of untouched homework assignments lay scattered across the messy eggshell duvet. A playlist of pop music blared through the pink & black speakers either side of the cream desk and the desktop in the centre hummed patiently.

However, to the ginger perched on a white suede stool at her desk it was all a distant setting. Her bright blue eyes were glazed and her bottom lip was ensnared beneath her teeth. Her mind wandered..

It focused on the image of a certain brunette concentrating so hard on her music the first day Chloe joined Barden. She recalled how her eyes were drawn away from her homework and glued to the girl. Chloe's memory reflected on how Beca's brow furrowed and her cheeks reddened with frustration. And also how the small girl's expression melted away all together as she let her fingers and toes tap to a successful melody blasting through her headphones. Then Chloe found herself thinking about the edgy girl's sculpted and slim body.. How her jeans would cling to her muscular legs and her breasts would rise from her vest top as she breathed..

"Beca.." the ginger sighed, feeling her bottom lip tingle as she released it from her teeth's grip.

"CHLOEEE!" a voice squeaked and at that instant the girl was brought back to reality with a (literal) crash. Chloe felt a lungful of air free itself from her body as a small figure propelled himself into her and, consequently, sent them both falling onto the cream carpet.

A deep voice in the open doorway to the bedroom echoed, "Ethan leave your sister alone. I told you she needs to get homework done." Chloe looked down at the head of messy strawberry blond hair as her younger brother started to loosen his grip and get up. Chuckling, Chloe raised herself onto her elbows, "It's okay Dad, I could do with a distraction from all of," she gestured to her worksheets on the bed, "this".

"Well I'm taking the boys to the shop after picking Charlie up from football, maybe you should get some fresh air and meet a friend?" Her dad smiled compassionately back at his still slightly-flustered daughter.

Giving it a few second's thought (which was enough time for Beca's face to pop up in the ginger's brain), she replied slowly, "Actually, that's not a bad idea," and grinned.

"Cool, just text to let me know if you're going out and when you think you'll be back," Chloe's dad replied before making his way with Ethan down the stairs.

Chloe took their absence as a cue to start hatching a plan and before she even comprehended her subconscious actions she found her mouse already on Facebook and hovering over Beca's active name.

With a deep breath, Chloe decided to give in to her (weird) mind and clicked. She started typing a message and stopped. Her mind had gone blank. Her stomach had started twisting into a knot. Her heart had elevated its pace. What the hell was going on with her body?! Why was she so.. Nervous?! Frowning, Chloe quickly typed her message and clicked enter before her nerves could talk her out of trying to socialise.

No reply.

She waited, her orbs glued to the screen for a few minutes. After a couple of songs had gone by on her playlist Chloe decided to distract herself and get a snack. She pranced across her room and skipped down the stairs.

10 Minutes Later

Beca used a towel to finish giving her hair a rough dry as she walked across the landing back to her room. Here she bent over and continued to rub the remaining droplets of water from her brown waves.

ping

Beca was curious to know who was messaging her mid-morning on a Sunday (when her dorky friends typically avoided social media to finish their extended projects and additional homework tasks). With her towel resting over her shoulders and damp strands of hair covering her face, the brunette leaned across to use the mousepad and navigate the Facebook tab on her laptop browser. As her eyes fell upon who the 2 unread messages were from Beca felt her throat dry and chest constrict. Wait.. What was she doing?! Chloe was JUST a friend, Beca reminded herself while also picturing the gorgeous girl.

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