Friday Afternoon
"Beca, we need to have a talk," Dr Mitchell spoke in his typical tone of sincerity as he steered the black Audi out of the school car park. In response the brunette put away her phone and waited as the huffing man reached to turn down the volume of the CD his daughter had put on to play.
"Sheila and I have been talking, and she's mentioned how much work you've been putting into school what with your target grades going up from B's to A's. This along with your effort to socialise and actually be a more NORMAL teenager is making me think that you're much closer to earning your motorcycle back. Obviously, I want you to remember your reckless actions at that party and NEVER repeat it. Your curfew still remains at being 10pm (10.30pm under certain circumstances), but I'm seeing you develop into a trustworthy and responsible adult." His momentary smile diffused as he continued his ramble, "However, in order to prove it to a full extent, I want you to go back through that list of extra-curricular activities with Sheila and choose a club to join. If you show signs of commitment to this as well as maintaining good grades and friendships, you'll have your motorcycle (and freedom) back."
Smiling at the idea of this compromise, Beca replied, "Okay, thanks Dad. I'll go over the list tomorrow maybe. I was wondering if I could take Chl.. Go into town with Chloe tonight? There's a new chick-flick at the cinema." The brunette knew the mention of a girly film would cause her dad to scrunch his nose in distaste at the genre, hopefully meaning he'd press for less detail.
"Sure, have fun.. But remember the curfew! Are you planning to eat before going?"
"Nahh, I was thinking of getting some food beforehand to take in," Beca casually responded as she secretly praised her father's good mood. They finished their conversation as they pulled up outside of the house and the brunette girl jumped out of the vehicle. She raced inside and up the stairs to quickly get herself ready before her second date with the ginger. The differences to their previous date: this time it was Beca's treat, and she was taking out the girl she was in love with (and who was in love with her too) on a proper, run-of-the-mill date. Chloe was unaware of Beca's plans to complete the archetypal event, and the brunette's decision was made when (on their first date) the taller girl had revealed the fact that she'd always wanted that ordinary date with someone she cared about and was willing to sacrifice their time to spending it with her. If this was going to bring that beautiful smile to the girl's face, Beca was determined to do it.
Grabbing her pre-planned outfit (which didn't stray from her usual attire), the frantic girl rushed across the landing to the shower after messaging Chloe to confirm the plans were going ahead. The steam from the hot shower loosened Beca's tight muscles as she stepped under the spraying shots of tepid water.
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Meanwhile...
Chloe casually dropped her bags in her bedroom before prancing to the bathroom. In there, she locked the plug into the base of the tub and started to run the water at a luke warm temperature. Twisting to grab a towel and place it atop the white mat on the floor by the bath, Chloe kept her attention on her phone screen as she selected her 'Hip Hop Classics' playlist on Spotify. Smiling as Salt-N-Pepa's 'Push It' started; the ginger rested her phone on the windowsill and proceeded to set up body scrubs and moisturisers along the border of the bathtub as well as drop a florescent pink bath bomb into the liquid.
After receiving a confirmation text about their plans, Chloe had realised that, in the time it took her to walk home from school, she wouldn't be able to wash her hair. Instead, she settled for a quick bath to relax her exhausted limbs after a week of education. If she bathed relatively quickly, the girl had worked out, she'd have just about enough time to do her hair and get changed before catching the bus to town for Beca's 'surprise' date. The brunette had been willing to give the hint that she didn't need to eat beforehand, but other than that had left Chloe utterly clueless. This made choosing an appropriate outfit slightly more difficult, requiring the ginger's powers of deduction.
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