Rumors

Perfect Plan? How About, No.

Beca was in no way;shape or form equipped for this situation nor did she think she'd be able to handle it without ruining everything. Like bombs, explosions, tornadoes and tsunamis type of ruining things. Beca was extremely awkward and shy and did her very best to avoid people at all cost by putting up this 'badass' persona so she'd look too intimidating to talk to. Hell, look too intimidating to even look in the same direction. She even mastered that signature eye roll and has done it so many times throughout her life she was pretty sure it was molded into her daily functions such as waving, blinking or even breathing.

But one flaw with her front she so happened to hallucinate for eighteen years is that it was in no shape or form capable of even flinching adults as they approached her. If anything, it intrigued them to learn more about her;or simply they wanted to pull a good deed and help the poor, depressed girl find herself again. Either way, Beca builded a shield-a barrier to avoid people getting in so she didn't have to lose herself and be forced to tell those bullshit sob stories you hear when you meet new people.

And though her shield has lasted her majority of her life, she was now being stripped of her barrier, going in defenseless with no weapons whatsoever and targets placed over every piece of cloth and skin her tiny frame holds.

There was no way a simple, irritated eye roll would do the duty of saving Beca tonight and also, she was surrounded by so much redhair that she felt like she was auditioning for a Raggedy Anne commercial.

After a long and much needed pep talk from Chloe which simply consisted of saying, "Beca, my parents are going to love you! What's not to love? I know it's fast….well super fast but it was bound to happen sometime right," under her will, Beca was finally forced out of Chloe's room and dragged halfway down the stairs before the redhead stopped in her tracks.

Where they were currently at on the stairs allowed Beca to get a good clear view of the Beale family in their working environment. Looking over the ledge, Chloe's mom was busy cooking up the mash potatoes at the sink as she was listening to today's pop hits on the dock while Chloe's dad was handling the steaks in the backyard as well as Clay and Chris who Beca had been so lucky to already been introduced earlier. She had her mouth occupied with something else as well as a misplaced hand inches away from groping her chest but she had the honors of meeting both of them.

"Are your brothers twins?" Beca asked as she took in Chris and Clay's physical looks. Chris had short, red hair that was gelled and blow dried to perfection which made it look ridiculously soft and he even had light, red stubble forming under his perfectly defined chin. Clay on the other hand had just as red hair but was a good amount longer and also, it was a bit curly on the ends. He had the same amount of stubble on his chin as well as Chris's facial structure. Plus with the bro tanks both of them were wearing allowed a full and clear view of how extremely tall they were and the built muscle from their arms all the way to their backs.

Chloe twisted her body from the staircase and held gently onto the railing just above Beca's hips. Even with her hands positioned this way on the rail sent Beca into a borderline seizure because the way Chloe was twisting her hands back and forth and how her knuckles would smoothly brush up against Beca's skin in the process was seriously close to entering dangerous territory.

"They get that all the time but no, they aren't." Chloe smiled faintly while watching her brothers, not noticing how close her hand was to Beca's private area. "Chris is actually older than Clay by two years." The redhead informed causally. "He's a senior and Clay is a sophomore at Barden University."