Don't Let Go

Chapter 8- Competition

** Chloe's POV**

I opened my eyes and sat up, groggily. I looked over and Beca was asleep, of course. I slipped out of bed and quickly got changed. I looked at the list that was sitting on the hotel table that had our plans for the week, before placing a checkmark next to yesterday.

performance day one ✅
performance day 2: shopping & restaurant ✅
performance day 3: brunch and bowling
free day 4: Santa Monica Pier
free day 5: Disneyland
flight !

today we were going out for brunch before the performance and then bowling. the next two days were just gonna be free time to spend in LA. I was planning on telling Beca on the last day, in Disneyland. Right before the fireworks so we could watch them together. It was going to be the perfect moment. If, of course, she felt the same. I hope she does more than anything. Everytime I look at her my heart does a thing. It literally floats in my chest. She is absolutely flawless, from her gorgeous brown hair, to her deep blue eyes and everything else. I want more than anything to call her mine. I got out of my thoughts after feeling a buzz in my pocket. Emily had sent me a text.

Emily: Hey Chlo, Brunch starts at 11:40. Everyone's gonna meet in the downstairs lobby at 11:20.

Chloe: Sounds good Em.

I chuckled to myself after realizing that although I'm one of the group leaders, Emily is the one texting me about brunch.

"Chlo?" Beca called after me in a raspy voice rubbing her eyes.

"Well good morning to you" I giggled.

"What time is it?" She asked squinting at me.

"10:12am" I walked towards her and sat on the bed.

"Oh so I can go back to sleep." She moved her pillow over getting ready to lay back down.

"Nuh uh." I took her hand and pulled her up. "We have to go to brunch at 11:30 and then we have our performance and bowling. So you're gonna need to get ready."

"Fine." She sighed. "I'm gonna take a shower."

She went into the bathroom and shut the door. Something seems off about Beca tomorrow. She's not making her usual jokes about joining her in the shower or being more reluctant about waking up. I'm overthinking this, she's probably grumpy cause she wanted more sleep.

I quickly made the bed and sat down, scrolling through my phone. Beca was singing Dua Lipa's "IDGAF" in the shower. Maybe I'm not overthinking this. Or, maybe she just likes the song and felt like singing it. Am I really overthinking whether or not I'm overthinking?
I heard the water turn off and looked at the time, it was 10:43. Beca opened the bathroom door and looked at me.

"You know, if you keep taking showers that long you're gonna cause some sort of global problem" I joked

"Yeah yeah, I was just thinking and lost track of time." She rolled her eyes

"You seem a little off this morning, what's wrong?" I walked up to her and put my hand on her forearm.
She stared at it for a second before replying
"Nothing, I'm fine." giving me a quick smile and walking over to her suitcase.

I sighed knowing that she would tell me at one point or another.

I sat back down on the bed, resting against the headboard.