Blue Friday

Ready. Set. Knock

"Darling, I think I've run out of words,"

Chloe contemplates calling in sick even though she knows it is an excuse that will surely backfire. More importantly, she wonders if not going to work today is going to change anything.

Possibly not.

Either way, at the end of the day, she'll still be miserable.

She even contemplates calling Paris to accept her drinking your problems away and crying at an expensive bar offer. Only, it's six in the morning and she's sure the famous celebrity meant hanging late in the evening as one should when drinking alcohol.

Then again, Chloe eventually circles back to problem number one. Her plan will backfire, whether she likes it or not.

The minute she calls in sick—maybe even mention the word itself—Beca will surely come over. Chloe knows this for a fact because Jesse got sick weeks ago and Beca quickly dragged her and CR to their assistant producer's apartment to bring medicine and warm soup. Jesse also turns out to be a baby when sick—"My tummy has ouchies. Hold me, I need hugs!"

Beca coming over means that her temporary escape would be a failure.

So she contemplates not even calling, moving to discard her phone in the drawer but then it beeps with a notification for a new message popping up. She shouldn't even bother but it's the name of the sender that catches her attention and makes her pause.

Beca.

Her finger hovers above the preview message. The line reading: 'Morning sucks. Dying for caffeine.You better be awake...'

Chloe's heart betrays her and she's pressing the message to read it in full.

"Pick you up in an hour."

Chloe sighs at the words. Obviously, calling in sick to run away from your problems is a bust especially when said center of your problem is heading straight at her.

Then again, she could just drive off and literally, run off to wherever is far.

She groans, scrunching up her hair in frustration. She's gone crazy. This is madness.

After last night, Chloe finds that she's now unable to put a cover over her feelings. She's helplessly falling and she's falling really hard. Beca makes it so easy and Chloe is running out of excuses why one shouldn't kiss your friend when said friend turns out to be everything she was looking for all along. Ignoring it is only proving to be extremely difficult and now she fears that it's going to explode in her face.

A soft knock breaks her thoughts and in a second Aubrey's head tentatively peeks in through the door, seemingly having heard her sighing and groaning.

"Chlo? Are you alright?"

The question almost makes her cry because no, she's not. She hasn't been this past few months and she feels like nothing is making sense anymore.

So she looks up at her friend like someone died and shakes her head as an answer.

Aubrey steps in at that, concern evident in her face as she takes a seat next to her. A gentle hand on Chloe's arm feels like a silent question so Chloe gives an answer.

One, that she has kept hidden for so long.

"It's Beca," she confesses in a small tone.

"The girl I like, it's Beca," she says, this time with much certainty in her tone.