5 Years

Twelve

          "I still love you!" Chloe screamed out from behind the glass. Beca picked the phone up as the words were screamed to see it was just Chloe's boyfriend. It took a second for those four meaningful words to register. The girl slowly turned around to walk back over to the window.

          "What?" Beca asked. She swore she heard Chloe wrong. But, Chloe stood there. Her eyes threatening tears, her hair was now let down from the bun that was previously up. Her clothes were wrinkly and more beaten up then before.

           "Listen I know Aubrey texted asking me if I told you yet and I just haven't had the right time so I didn't want you to find out from her!" Chloe rushed together. She was scared as hell. Her heart racing a million miles per second it felt like.

          "It was your boyfriend that texted. He has your reservations for tonight all set up" Beca said. Chloe's heart dropped. She just confessed her feelings to Beca when she didn't even have to.

          "Stuck in the studio?" The maintenance guy laughed as he entered the room. He wore dark dirty blue jeans, a blue button up denim shirt, and his hair was long. He had a mustache like from a 70 porn film. Beca faked a laugh, but to Chloe that was still a beautiful laugh even if it was fake. When he wasn't looking, Beca looked back at Chloe. Chloe looked at Beca with pleading eyes. The redhead needed Beca to say something. She still couldn't believe she just confessed her feelings. It took longer then Beca, surprisingly. They both stared at one another. For once not really being able to know what the other one is saying.

          "Alright well, you girls can't record anymore today until the door is replaced. I gotta take the whole thing down" He said as he started to unscrew the door. He felt the tension in the air. It was obvious to even a maintenance guy for how strong it was. Beca started to collect her stuff as Chloe felt like screaming for her to stay, but nothing came out. The door was now off of the doorway and Chloe was now once free again. She walked out to see the door that Beca had just walked out from, shutting.

          "Thank you, I have to go" Chloe smiled softly as she grabbed her bag. The maintenance guy chuckled knowing that his suspicions were just confirmed. Those two were a thing. Chloe rushed out and found the elevator doors shutting. She stuck her arm in so the doors stayed open to her no luck, it being some girl who looked like Beca from behind. She got in the elevator anyway and it started to go down to the main floor. The music softly played it's cliche elevator music as it went down.  The girl standing next to Chloe looked like Beca. Just it wasn't her. For a second Chloe thought it was Eliza, but Eliza would have quite a mouthful for Chloe. The doors opened to the fourth floor for the look alike. It then was about to shut when an arm stuck in.

          "Oh, hey babe. I texted you" Blake flashed a smile. Chloe's promo boyfriend management set up. At first they both hated it, but then decided to go with it. First it was fake, then turned official about last year.

          "Oh yeah sorry. I was kinda stuck in the recording booth" Chloe laughed softly. She looked like shit, Blake barely noticed.

          "Well maybe you can be stuck with me tonight to?" He asked after hitting the button. He pressed her against the wall and instantly kissed her. The elevator moved to the first floor and the doors opened. It revealed a Beca with chips in her hand. She was heartbroken. Chloe didn't even notice her. Didn't Chloe just tell her she loved her? Now she's sucking down Blake's tongue. Shocker. Beca held up her phone and took a photo of the two, then walked away before being noticed.

          "Weird. Doors open and in walks nobody" Chloe said as she felt Blake's lips move to her neck.

          "Maybe it's just our luck" he groaned softly. Chloe shoved him off once they got to the main floor. She then felt her phone buzz in her jean pocket. It was her uber confirmation. Blake was already down to his car and long gone to get ready for that night. The uber pulled up and Chloe got in.

          "Oi! How are we?!" The girl said, not facing Chloe. She was the driver and sounded Irish. Chloe raised an eyebrow.

         "I'm fine. How about-"

          "Great!" She yelled loudly. The girl had blonde hair and Chloe got a better look at her.

          "Amy!" Chloe shouted and Amy turned.

          "What?!" Amy asked and then saw it was Chloe. "Oh it's you! Sorry, I'm doing this uber thing and people like drivers with accents" Amy said.

         "You're already an Australian though" Chloe chuckled and felt her phone buzz again. She then saw Beca texted.

  Beca: Fuck you.

        It was a simple message and then the picture appeared. Chloe then knew why nobody got on the elevator on the second floor. The redhead felt her heart shatter it felt like.

   Chloe: Let me explain please. Tonight. Come over to my place. Please Beca. Please.

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          Beca went home that day and went straight to her room. Her room was a bit small, and messy. Stuff was scattered everywhere throughout the whole room. Then there was one thing on the dresser. It was that letter Chloe had left on her hotel bed the day they arrived. Beca had never opened it; she never had gotten the guts up to. But now is better then ever.

  Beca, hey. I can't believe you agreed (well maybe Amy did, I have a feeling it was her). I know you probably won't read this either. I haven't heard from you in 5 years. 5 fucking years. You won't answer any of my emails, texts, calls. Anything. It's like you just fell off the face of the earth. Last time I saw you was at that party. You didn't see me. It was a party for a record label, I barely remember why I attended. I only remember seeing you. You looked like you, but it wasn't the Beca I knew. You looked sad, you looked lost. The people surrounding you, you looked like you didn't even care for them. I never have seen you like that since your first year in college. I hated not being able to go over and just pull you over to talk. I mean, I could have done that, but I couldn't. It was like I couldn't move. Maybe this was a dream I don't know. Anyway, thank you for this. I know of all people my album will turn out amazing because of you and maybe we can figure it all out. I'm sorry for this note, but anyway. I missed you so much.