Oh my god I love your newest oneshot Womanizer! All that drama and the emotions, ugh. I love it. Do you plan on writing a second part? Because i would be very happy if you would. (But no pressure)
Seeeeee this is why I don’t write angst often. It gets people feeling too much and a LOT of upset anons in my inbox 😅 at least yours was constructive 😉 here’s a part two 👍
Part 1
Bechloe - Womanizer (pt. 2)
Chloe had been crying for about thirty minutes. Had stalked down random streets in the neighbourhood that she didn’t normally go down. But she didn’t care. It had been light enough and she’d walked off her sadness for now. The sun was beginning to set, however, and the warmth in the atmosphere had dipped. The redhead got too cold, so decided to make her way back home. Perhaps by now Beca had already gone out on her crappy Tinder date.
And the second Chloe thought about it, tears began welling up in her eyes again. Beca had a date tonight instead of spending the evening with her. And it sucked. But Chloe took a deep shaky intake of breath through her nose and heavily exhaled through her mouth to try to calm herself down. It was just the way things were. Just the way things always were. She and Beca were never meant to be.
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“What do you mean I’m oblivious?” Beca asked Fat Amy with a furrowed brow while the Australian began to refocus on her phone.
“Chloe.” was all Amy responded with, identifying the woman who had just stormed out of the apartment.
“Yeah I got that much.” Beca said with a roll of her eyes, “But what about her?”
“She’s so obviously jealous and you can’t see it.”
Beca sighed taking in another mouthful of macaroni, “I keep telling her she needs to get on Tinder..”
“Ugh!” Fat Amy groaned, sliding off her bed and stomping over to the petite brunette, “She’s not jealous because of all the women you sleep with, Beca! Chloe’s jealous because she’s the one who wants to sleep with you!”
Beca dropped her fork onto her plate with a clatter, looking up at Amy who stood over her, “Wh-? Me?!”
“Yeah.”
“Chloe digs women too?”
“Yes.”
“She digs…me?!”
“Ugh, YES!” Amy cried out in frustration, “I’ve been trying to tell you for years!”
“Fuck off have you!” Beca said with a frown, trying to think of any time in their five year friendship that Amy might have ever told her that Chloe was attracted to her. And she couldn’t. Because Amy hadn’t.
“I have!” Amy insisted, “I’ve constantly told you how good you and Chloe would look together.”
“Amy, teasing me back in college about how Chloe would be a better boyfriend to me than Jesse is not you telling me Chloe likes me as more than a friend!” Beca counteracted, becoming a little more frustrated by the second.
What should she do?? Should she go after Chloe? Try to find her in Brooklyn somewhere and apologise. Or maybe try to work out if what Amy was saying was true? Ask Chloe if she really did like her as more than a friend?
But what if Chloe had got too far by now? The woman was a fast walker and only slowed down when she was walking with Beca because the brunette’s pace wasn’t quite as large.
Beca and Fat Amy looked down at Beca’s phone just as it chimed and they saw it was a message from the girl Beca was due to meet for a drink tonight.
“What are you gonna do?” Fat Amy asked, in a serious tone.
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Chloe held her hand out to unlock the apartment door and hesitated. She wasn’t overly sure if she was ready to return home just yet. To have to endure spending the next hour watching Beca getting ready for her date then having to say goodbye to her, knowing full well her best friend wouldn’t be home until the morning.
With a deep shaky exhale, the redhead let herself into the studio apartment, and her heart sank. The place was empty, her eyes having to adjust to the darkness, the sun having set. Chloe closed the door behind her and locked it up, as though closing herself from the outside world and the gloriousness of it, ready to wallow in her misery.
Chloe noticed that true to form, Beca had left her dinner plate on the table - the contents of which had been the meal that Chloe had slaved over and most had barely been touched. Beca’s bag and purse was gone. No keys. And most noticeably no Beca.
Chloe was sick of crying. But she still had more to come. So she slowly made her way through the tiny solace the darkness provided, around the clothes rail that acted as a barrier to their toilet, and collected a tissue to blow her nose. She sat on the toilet seat and sighed miserably. Being in unrequited love was the worst..
Her heart skipped a beat when she heard the front door handle rattle and she held her breath as she heard the door being unlocked and shunted open. Chloe swallowed loudly, when she heard her best friend slamming her way into the apartment with a little grunt, kicking the door closed behind her.
“Okay,” she heard Beca mumble under her breath, “she’s not home yet…”
Chloe strained her ears, trying to work out what the rustling of plastic might be. She heard a ‘click’ and the light turned on. Beca seemed to wander through to the kitchen area of the studio apartment and Chloe moved slightly to try to peer around the clothes rail curiously.
“Hey Chloe,” Beca said to herself, and from the sounds of things she had begun clearing the kitchen table that still had their dinner plates on, “Amy told me that you have some feelings for me.”
Chloe’s stomach plummeted. God, Beca knew?? This was the worst! There was no way she could return home now. At least, there was no way she could pretend as though she was on her way home..
“No, that’s..that’s really shit, Mitchell.” Beca muttered to herself, trying again in a brighter voice, “Hey Chlo. You got something to tell me?” but the brunette didn’t seem happy about that either, mumbling once again, “No, too threatening..”
Chloe bit her bottom lip. What could she do? Spring out from behind the clothes rail to prevent her best friend from further embarrassment? Would Beca just run? That’d definitely be a way to ensure that Beca wouldn’t come back home tonight after her date.
“Chloe, I heard you have some feelings for me. And…I have feelings for you too. Let’s do something about it.”
The redhead froze, her breath catching in her throat at Beca’s latest speech rehearsal. Beca felt the same way as her??
“This really shouldn’t be so difficult.” Beca mumbled to herself, clearing things in the kitchen by the sounds of things, “It’s just a crush. A huge fucking crush. That I’ve had for five years. On a girl I always thought was straight…” Chloe strained her ears and thought Beca had added a quiet, “For fucks sakes Mitchell. You idiot.”
Horror fell over Chloe’s body when her phone suddenly began ringing loudly, and she quickly looked down at the device and saw Beca’s name on the screen, “Shhhhhit..” she whispered to herself, hastily cancelling the call. But it was too late.
The apartment fell silent, until Chloe heard her best friend ask quietly into the room, “Chlo, are you home?” and Chloe winced, easing herself off the toilet seat and pushing the clothes rail aside.
The redhead let out a small gasp. Her eyes immediately fell on Beca who stood by the kitchen table, now cleared of their abandoned dinner items, and a huge bouquet of flowers stood in their place on the surface. Tears had clearly been falling down Beca’s face and she sniffed loudly, clear still stunned that Chloe had been here the whole time.
“I’m sorry I hurt you.” Beca mumbled sincerely.
“It’s okay.” Chloe croaked, stepping past the clothes rail and closer to her best friend, “You didn’t know.”
“I didn’t know. If I had then…” Beca began but stopped herself to take a deep breath.
“What?”
“I would’ve done this sooner.” Beca finished and strode towards Chloe, throwing her mouth onto hers with such a force that it knocked the redhead back a couple of steps, Beca following and quickly reaching out to wrap her arms around Chloe’s waist so she didn’t fall.
Chloe immediately brought her arms around Beca’s neck, tears slipping from her eyes again while they remained closed, relishing the sweet sensation of her first kiss with her best friend. It was exactly as perfect as she imagined it would be and more. Their lips locked comfortably as though they were destined to be drawn together, and Chloe’s body shuddered slightly, her mouth opening to allow Beca’s tongue to slip itself between her teeth.
But the two women quickly parted their faces when Chloe burst into tears, her hands clenching the collar of Beca’s plaid shirt while their foreheads leans against each other.
“I-Is this okay?” Beca asked cautiously, looking at Chloe in concern but Chloe let out a shaky chuckle, sniffing loudly while she beamed at her best friend.
“Yeah.” she sniffed again, “Yeah, I just…I can’t believe we just kissed.”
A coy grin grew on Beca’s face as she nudged the tip of her nose against the redhead’s, “Me either.” she whispered, but Chloe smile dropped and she bit her bottom lip, spreading a huge wave of worry through Beca’s body. “What?”
“I don’t want to be another notch in your metaphorical belt, Beca.” Chloe replied in a cautious tone, looking deep into her best friend’s eyes honestly. Completely terrified by the ultimatum she was about to deliver, “I want it all or nothing at all.”
Beca’s eyebrows rose, looking at the woman seriously while bringing a hand up to stroke Chloe’s damp cheek with her thumb, “I want it all too. With you.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
A soft smile crept onto Chloe’s face as she looked down at Beca’s lips again, and she let out a huge sigh of relief, whispering, “Okay.”
And Beca and Chloe shared their second ever kiss, this time far more passionate than the one before. Content that this was it. Everything they’d both secretly wanted. Finally no longer a secret. Finally their reality.