"Quiet Becs," Chloe whispered, unlocking her childhood home's front door. Their fight arrived late and Chloe thought it would be fun to sneak around like teens. The redhead quickly tugged her girlfriend up the stairs, the two disappearing into her bedroom.
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Sunlight shone past the bright pink curtains over Chloe's window. Beca slowly pried herself out of Chloe's tight embrace. Chloe seemed to grab at something in her sleep, wanting something to cuddle with. The girl smirked as she replaced her spot with a teddy bear; Chloe was cuddling in seconds. The DJ ran a hand over her face as she glanced at the clock. 7:59.
After washing up, she popped on her headphones and went to prepare breakfast. No one seemed to be awake as she bopped around to the music.
"Hurt the baby-"
Beca glanced around, nobody in sight.
"Not Tom-"
She whipped her head around, turning away from the eggs on the stove. Once again, there was nobody there. "You're going crazy Mitchell," she muttered to herself, turning back around.
"Attack."
"Cat first-"
By now, Beca was very alarmed. A ginger cat crept into the kitchen, watching Beca with dark eyes. "Hello... cat," Beca greeted, watching as it slunk closer. "Are you hungry?" The cat hissed, suddenly leaping for Beca's face. Beca tried to wrestle the cat off her arm when a group of people charged into the room. "Shoo!" A young woman yelled, smacking the poor DJ with a flyswatter. "Leave!" A deeper voice commanded, heaving Beca onto their shoulder. Then relief flooded the brunette as an angelic voice groggily asked, "What's happening?"
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Chloe shot her family dirty glares as she cleaned the cuts on Beca's face. "You promised-" she started. "We didn't know who-" Chloe's eldest sister, Alex, defended. "You promised," Chloe scowled. "We're sorry sweetie," Drew apologised, going all mushy for his youngest daughter. "Why do you always do this! Brady, Devon, Matt,Tom; they all ran away because of you!" Tears started to glisten in the corners of her eyes. "I don't want Beca to leave too," she muttered in a low voice. "It's okay baby, I'm not going anywhere," Beca soothed as the cat jumped onto her lap. "Off!" Chloe pushed the cat back to the floor. "Bad Fredrickerson." Beca watched her agitated girlfriend with a smirk. "Fredrickerson?" she asked. Chloe grinned, "Brooklyn named him." The Beales watched with small smiles as Chloe pressed a quick kiss onto the brunette's lips. Maybe this was the girl for Chloe.
