The Meeting/The Kiss

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Beca didn't want to go over to Natalie's house, but it was already too late for her to say no. Ben had dropped her off and Beca found herself at the door knocking.

The door opened and the beautiful red head appeared.

"Close your mouth, you look like a rabbit." She said.

"Sorry. I'm Beca." Beca says sticking her hand out.

"Chloe. Come in." Chloe said.

Beca followed her in and to a room where Natalie was dancing to some song.

"Ahh, Beca! Come in!" Natalie said.

Beca walked in slowly. "Do you dance?" Natalie asked as the song ended.

Beca shook her head, "But I can sing."

"Sing huh? So can Chloe. What else can you do?" "Uh, play guitar and the piano."

"We do have a guitar. Chloe, go get the guitar please." Natalie said.

Chloe nods and leaves.

Natalie turns to Beca. "What do you think about Chloe?"

"Uh... she's pretty." Beca says, scared about Natalie changing the subject very quickly.

"Is that all? Do you like her?" Natalie asked. Beca was about to respond when Chloe came in with the guitar.

"What should I play?" Beca asked.

"Plush." Natalie said. "Aunt Natalie, I cannot sing Stone Temple Pilots." Chloe said.

"I heard you sing it this morning. Now, Beca, go ahead and give her the intro." Natalie said.

Beca nods and plays the song. As Chloe sang, Natalie leaned over to Beca, "Be careful. If you fall for her, she might break your heart." Beca swallowed and continued to play.

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After Natalie scheduled Beca to come over next week, Chloe walked her through the house.

Chloe stopped at a fountain.

Beca was thirsty and went to get a drink. As she drank from a spout, Chloe stuck her tongue to the same spout and kissed Beca.

Beca's eyes went wide, but accepted the kiss.

Once they broke away, Chloe said, "See you next week." She walked away as Beca licked her lips.

"See you next week Red."

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⏰ Last updated: Jun 26, 2018 ⏰

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