The Ghost

8- The Lucky One

"Wow, you look like crap." Jesse said as we were stacking CDs in the radio station.
"Thanks Swanson, I do the best I can." I say my voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Sorry, uh, what happened?" Jesse asked apologetically.
"Amy organized a stupid movie night with the rest of the Bellas, I can't believe I spent my life watching cheesy movies." I say shaking my head.
"I imagine Chloe was with you." Jesse said raising his eyebrow.
"Yeah, she's a big fan of musicals." I say. "Thanks to her we saw Hairspray."
"Since when do you like movies?" Jesse asked.
"I don't like them, but I have to admit that Chloe has good taste." I say as I proceeded to stack the various CDs.
"Are you finally going to admit that you like her?" Jesse teased.
"I like her-" jesses eyes light up as I say that. "-as a friend."
"And you just ruined the moment." Jesse said shaking his head.
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"So, I just find songs that have the same chord progressions and create a track that blends them together." I say slightly shouting due to my head phones. "So, like, this is the new base line and this is that matching up down beats. Oh, I'm talking really loud." I say with a light chuckle as I take off my headphones.
"Can you shut up? In trying to watch TV." Fat Amy says from the couch.
"It was your decision to be here, you can go to-" I was cut off.
"I didn't know you could do stuff like this." Chloe said.
"One of my job was being a DJ." I said. "I used to play at the party's of my bosses friends."
"Singer, Dj, what other things can you do?" Chloe asked amazed.
"Please don't ask me that question, my mind automatically makes me forget everything." I say looking down at my lap. "But I could make you a mashup, if you like?"
"For me? Really?" Chloe asked with a bright smile on her face.
"Really." I say with a smile that matches hers.
Amy was just sitting on the couch watching the whole interaction. At the end she was giving me a knowing smile.
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Chloe's POV
"Mom, I'm home!" I yell through the quiet house.
When I find her she's just starring at me.
"What's happening?" I ask. "Do I have something I have on my face?"
"Your cheeks are red." My mom says with a knowing smile.
"Mom... please." I say while covering my face.
"You looked away. I knew it!" My mom said excitedly. "Your seeing someone."
"I'm not seeing... how do you know?" I ask. Am I that easy to read. Maybe they know.
"Honey, I'm your mom." She says. "So, are you gonna tell me who the lucky one is?"
"Her name is Beca." I say while blushing. "Beca Mitchell."
After I said Becas name my mom just gave me this look. It's almost disappointed or worried. Some were in that area. Now I'm worried.