#beca mtichell

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The way Chloe lifts Beca’s leg?? That’s fucking top energy people.

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You’re Lucky You’re that Pretty → playlist mood board by song

02. I’m Gonna Be (500 Miles) When I wake up, well I hope I'm gonna be, I'm gonna be the man who's waking up to you.

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Chloe: Beca, do you want to hear a joke?

Beca: I'm more into dark humor

Chloe*turning out the lights*: okay, so-

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Pitch perfect prompt: Stacie and Aubrey are on a date and Beca(who likes Stacie) and Chloe(who likes Aubrey) decides to sabotage them but fails and bechloe endgame.

[A/N: Wow, this took such a long time. I am so sorry. But now I’m working from the bottom up when it comes to requests.] 

“Beca, don’t you fucking dare.” The warning was swift and curt, such a vulgar word coming out of such a happy girl. Chloe always carried a sunny disposition, one that kept her holding doors open even if people didn’t stop to say thank you. Or giving up her jacket the second a slight chill took hold of one of the Bella’s.

Her fingers wrapped around Beca’s wrist, grasping it hard enough to leave a bruise at this point- the tiny brunette didn’t know her friend had it in her; the scheming and the planning, and most certainly not this.

“Why not?” She hissed out, keeping her voice hushes as she felt her sunglasses fall a bit from her nose. It was stupid, she knew it was, to keep them on in such a dark restaurant. Even if she did get a chance to follow through with her plan, she would never get a chance at a good aim. Not with the light of the candles appearing only a little brighter than their surroundings.

“I don’t care how sickening this is,” Chloe whispered softly “If you don’t put that God damn meatball back on your plate I will shove it so far up your-“

“Alright, alright.” Beca ripped her grasp away from her counterpart, letting the food drop back onto her untouched plate of spaghetti. It was a mess of gluten and sour tomato paste, that of which coated her palm at this point. Chloe not wasting time in shoving one of those fancy cloth napkins into her. “I’m just saying, if a wild meatball just decided to hit Aubrey in the face, then you could rush to the rescue.”

“And how would we explain being here in the first place?” Chloe knit her eyebrows together, pushing the edge of her metal fork into her own mess of sauce. She had gone with the lasagna, losing her appetite the second she saw the awkward first date that was going on a few tables away.

“Easy,” Beca shrugged her shoulders, leaning further into the booth. “I have coupons.”

Chloe squinted her eyes, shaking her head softly. The girl who was to her right was a new breed of ridiculous. Usually, Beca Mitchell was calm and poised. She acted like nothing mattered. But the second she got wind of this date, she had lost it. Even suggesting they tail their friends.

They sat on the same side of the booth, Chloe shoved against the wall and the ever-approaching brunette. She kept scooting closer to get a better view of Stacie and Aubrey through the ferns that were coyly placed for décor. She could almost smell the mint on her breath.

“Beca, this is not the Mini-mart. You can’t just print off coupons for a five-star restaurant.”

“Four.” Beca was practically in her lap at his point, turning her head slightly to stare Chloe down, crystal blues widened at the closeness.  

“What? Ow!” Chloe forcible shoved the girl's elbow from her ribs, Beca scooting back a bit as she gave the girl a lopsided grin.

“Have you seen the bathrooms?” the small brunette asked, “No way in hell is this place five stars.”

“Okay,” Chloe drew in a soft breath, taking her hand and pressing it right below Beca’s shoulder. She pushed her back softly into her seat. She was like a puppy at this point, a hyperactive one that just wanted to bounce all over the place. The older girl didn’t fault her. Of course, this was a taxing situation. “What are the facts?”

“The facts are,” Beca grasped her glass of red wine, bringing it up to her lips. Her words echoed as she spoke into the glass. “My future wife and your future wife are going to fuck tonight. And we’re just sitting idly by because you won’t let me intervene.”

“Oh, my bad if I don’t want you to chuck a meatball halfway across a restaurant.” Chloe groaned, in one swift motion she pulled Beca’s glasses off of her face, the girl cringing away from the sudden light. “And what the hell are these supposed to do?”

“Protect my identity.” The girl stated as if it was obvious and she was the sane one. This was her third glass of wine at this point, she was working her way towards a fourth. “What if they know were-“

“You’re what?” The voice made Beca freeze mid-action, her mouth dry and stomach churning. All that alcohol wasn’t sitting so well at this point. Chloe’s eyes were peering past her counterpart, nothing but pure guilt.

“Dating,” Beca turned around quickly in her seat, breaking the awkward silence. She had been so preoccupied with her own well being the two of them forgot to keep a track on the real target.

They both looked stunning, Aubrey in a red form-fitted dress, a deep leather jacket over her shoulders and her arm linked with Stacie. Stacie who was in a deep maroon number with lace sleeves and dark black boots. Everything about them screamed elegance. While Beca sat nearly in her friend’s lap, a bit of red sauce still on her hands.

“You two?” Aubrey lifted her chin up, biting the edge of her red painted lips. Her deep Irish eyes scanned back and forth between the two women. Chloe cautiously wrapping her arms around Beca’s waist, pulling them closer than usual as she rested her chin on the girl’s shoulder. She smelled of wine and marinara sauce. “Really?”

“Yuppers,” Beca stumbled out, patting Chloe’s head. “Right babe?”

“Huh,” Stacie gave her an amused smile. “And how long has this been going on?”

“A few weeks-“

“A month.”

They spoke at the same time, Chloe paling at the words. “Oh wow, I guess it has been a month already. Time flies, doesn’t it babe?”

Aubrey tightened her grip on Stacie’s arm, the girl sighing contently at them. It was an obvious lie- the two of them well aware that their friends had been trailing them for most of the evening. It didn’t matter much, though, other than the looming feeling of being stalked. Because it was a date, a good date.

“Well, we’ll let you two lovebirds carry on.” Stacie took a step back, Aubrey happy to follow at the loss of warm contact. She gave Chloe a soft look before turning her gaze back to the tall brunette next to her. “Have a good night, you two.”

“Thank you.” Chloe hugged Beca tighter, her palm resting against the girl’s stomach.

“Oh, and Bec’s.” The taller woman lifted her eyebrows “You might want a napkin, you’ve got a little-“ She swiped she swiped the corner of her mouth carefully before sauntering away. They were probably heading back to the house, or for a nice walk in the park. Both women in the booth watching carefully as the door opened and closed quietly, plunging them back into the lull of the restaurant.

“Ugh.” Beca shoved back, Chloe let out a bit of a yelp as she got shoved against the wall, the surface cold and unforgiving as Beca placed her hands over the girls, holding her in place. “They looked happy.”

“Yeah,” Chloe side, resorting to the fact that she was pinned under the girl. “I knew that much.”

Beca drew in a careful breath. “At least you got dinner out of it.”

“Oh?” Chloe forced a weak smile. “Does that mean you’re picking up the tab on a five-star restaurant?”

“Four.” Beca lifted her head, getting a good look into Chloe’s sad eyes. “I'll even treat for ice cream.”  

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Chapter 2

Jesse's POV

I wasn't happy with Amanda. I was really angry with her. I couldn't get my focus off it. She had hurt Beca and that was not okay.

It was time for media studies class. I was dreading it, Amanda seemed like such a nice girl before and I was sort of nervous to confront her, but I needed to. I walked into the classroom and sat down. Amanda wasn't there yet, but I was a few minutes early. I got out my pen and notebook and waited for class to begin. About 2 minutes later Amanda walked in and sat in a seat next to me.

"Hey, Jesse." she smiled innocently.

"Hi." I said not looking her straight in the eye.

"Something wrong?" she asked getting her notebook out.

I looked at her angrily. "Yeah, somethings wrong. Why did you attack Beca?" I said firmly trying not to lose my temper.

"What are you talking about? I would never hurt anyone." she said looking confused.

"Amanda, Beca is not a liar. She told me you punched her in the stomach. She wouldn't make that up." I replied.

"I bet she did, probably cause she's jealous of what you and I have." she said smiling to herself. I could tell she was lying now.

"We don't have anything. Beca is my girlfriend, you aren't and I don't feel anything like that towards you. I love Beca and I always will." I was starting to yell. This was just unexceptable. Amanda was lying to me and making things up.

"Beca is a bitch. She hit me first, and do you not remember what she did to you last year." Amanda said. The whole class was watching me and Amanda fight, luckily the teacher hadn't arrived yet.

"Don't you dare say that about her!" I stood up. "She is not a bitch, she is the most amazing person I have ever met, and I don't know why Beca hit you, but I can guess.."

"How about all those times Beca yelled at you last year, huh?" Amanda said we were both starting to yell. "She is a bitch Jesse, she doesn't care about you at all. I do."

"Beca cares about me! If she didn't she wouldn't have dedicated her finals performance to me! If she didn't she would not be with me right now. We are fine together Amanda, and you are not my friend anymore. If you were, you would care about my love for Beca and respect it!" I yelled and stormed out of the classroom. I couldn't stay there after that.

I bumped into my teacher on the way out."Jesse, where are you going?" he asked. Mr Hamilton and I were pretty close after 1 and a half years of having him. We always have fun conversations about films and he always gives me good advice for school projects.

"I just...I don't know." I said holding back my tears. I wanted to go see Beca, but Mr. Hamilton wouldn't let me for that reason. I sat against a wall in the hallway.

"What's up Jesse?" Mr. Hamilton asked. "Not girlfriend problems is it?"

I smiled, "Not exactly." Mr Hamilton dropped his bag and bent down next to me.

"Do you feel like sharing?" He asked kindly.

"I don't know. It's not really a big deal, I just feel like crap right now and I do not want to go back into that class." I said.

"Is it something to do with a fight?" he asked.

I nodded.

"..And it's kind of to do with you girlfriend?" He guessed from my previous answer when he asked about girlfriends.

I nodded again.

"Let me guess. You and someone in the class had a fight about your girlfriend?" Mr Hamilton tried.

"I guess that's mostly it." I replied. Mr Hamilton nodded.

"Well, Jesse, I know it's none of my business, but this fight hasn't involved any breaking up with anyone has it?"

"Of course not! I would never break up with her." I said. Mr Hamilton was a very nice guy and he knew how to relate to these kind of problems, so I didn't mind talking to him about it.

"I'll tell you what. It's just paperwork today, so I'll let you work in my office just next to the classroom, then you don't have to see who ever it was you were fighting with, but next lesson I want you back in class."

I nodded. "Thanks." I smiled.

Beca's POV

Jesse knocked on my door.

"Come in." I said. My stomach still hurt quite a bit, especially when I made sudden movements. I was sitting on my bed when Jesse walked in.

"Hey." He smiled. "How you feeling?"

"I wish people would stop asking me that. I'm fine." I had had 7 visitors today asking how I was and I was sick of it.

"Beca...I'm only asking cause I care about you." Jesse said coming to sit next to me on the bed.

"Yeah, that's what everyone says..." I replied. Jesse stood up and faced me.

"You know Beca, I'm starting to feel a bit of last year creeping in here. I thought you were letting me in." Jesse said firmly trying not to get to angry.

"I am." I said slowly, realizing I wasn't actually telling the truth.

"No! You're not!" He almost yelled. "I just spent the beginning of one of my classes having a fight with Amanda and confronting her about what she did, and I did it for you! I don't think you understand that. All I need from you is a little bit of truth and I need you to be able to open up to me sometimes." I didn't know what to say. I knew I hadn't been fair to him, and I was trying my best to be honest with him. I looked down at my knees.

"I'm sorry. I'm trying my best, but whenever I do open up to you I feel stupid and weak and soft." I tried to get up, but my stomach hurt too much, so I didn't. Jesse realized I was in pain. He walked back over to the bed, sat down and wrapped his arm around my waist.

"Beca, you are not stupid or weak and even if you were it's not a bad thing to be at times. I love you no matter how stupid or weak you might be sometimes, but you're strong Beca. You're strong." Jesse said softly. I rested my head on my shoulder.

"Thank you for talking to Amanda about yesterday." I whispered. I didn't know why I was speaking so quietly.

"I care about you Beca, and I'm going to try make it easier for you to be honest with me somehow." Jesse started stroking my hair as I rested on his shoulder.

"You don't need to, I just got to stop being so private. I know that. It will just take some getting used to." Jesse put his hand on my forehead and we both lay down and snuggled up to each other. Jesse continued stroking my hair as I closed my eyes.

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Coming Up...

Here's a little taster of what is to come in part 4 of Closer Together-Spring Break:

"You told him!? When?" I said tears running down  my face.

"I'm sorry Beca, I only told him to get advice." Jesse tried to put an arm around me, but I shrugged it off.

"When!?" I yelled.

"Spring break, last year. Beca listen to me..."

"...and you didn't tell him about what happened after that? So, you want him to hate me? Well, congradulations cause now your whole family does too." 

"Beca, they don't. They don't know the other half of the story. The amazing part. The part where you made me realise that I loved you more than anything. The part were I knew you were the one. Okay?" He was right up close to me. He held my hand. I looked at him. He pulled me in for a hug. Then looked at me. "We will go tell them, together." I smiled. "Let's get you freshened up first okay?" Jesse pulled me into a nearby bathroom and wet a flannel. He held it up to my face and wiped my cheeks. Then he kissed me. "I love you okay?"