Blue Friday

Rose

"I wonder how I'd tell you how lovely you are? I wonder how I'd tell you that from you I could never part? I wonder if roses as blue as your eyes can convey all these secret desires in my heart?"

Beca. The name that swims through Chloe's head all night making it hard for her to sleep. Dark blue irises look back at her whenever she closes her eyes, staring at her in a way that makes her stomach twist. If she lingers a bit, she could almost smell that familiar perfume that her senses already associate with the brunette. If she stays even longer, she starts seeing Beca in Rachelle's arms backstage at the music festival. The mere memory twists her insides the wrong way and it bothers her enough to angrily kick away the sheets.

It makes her feel so... irritated.

She hopes to restart tomorrow morning, to have everything figured out. But when Sunday morning comes greeting her with the gentle rays of the sun, there are so many more questions to ask and she's desperate for answers. Tossing and turning in her bed, she only releases frustrated sighs before finally getting up.

She stares in to space for a while, her body not really up to functioning in the regular pace as it normally does. It's like she's been dragging dead weight all night. When she comes back to her senses, she hears small noises outside her room. Aubrey must be up by now, getting ready for her daily morning run.

Chloe started joining her ever since she's began living with the blonde about a month ago.

A month since she left Matt.

Closing her eyes, she sets her thoughts elsewhere, back to where it had been drifting off to earlier.

Beca.

Chloe sighs again because these relentless thoughts about the brunette are starting to make her go crazy.

Deciding that a morning run would help clear her thoughts, she gets up to hurriedly change into an appropriate exercise outfit and join Aubrey in the living room. Her friend now also dressed in jogging gear as she ties up her running shoes.

When Chloe enters, Aubrey greets her with a smile and gestures for the door.

They have something important to discuss after all.

There's a question left unanswered last night because Aubrey, like Beca, needs to get at least seven hours of sleep to function and whatever they are going to talk about definitely requires more than seven hours of serious discussion.

She hasn't forgotten the look on Aubrey's face last night. One that is a mixture of shock, amusement, curiosity and disbelief rolled into one.

She expects the same look this morning when she greets her friend but Aubrey fixes her with something that seems ready to tackle down any issue there is, no matter how big it is. There isn't an ounce of judgement in those eyes. Only an open and accepting vibe, willing to help her with her dilemma.

Chloe just hopes she's ready for it.

The answer, that is.

"It's the same girl, isn't it? The one who confessed to you months ago."

It's the first question Aubrey asks her an hour into their run. They've stopped for a short break, walking slowly up on the hiking trail to a view overlooking the neighborhood.

Chloe takes a lungful of air, breathless after their run while she takes in the pleasant view.

There's no reason to hide it after all. Keeping it in would not help her. She already feels like exploding whenever she thinks of it. So she solemnly nods to affirm Aubrey's assumptions.