I like you in those shirts
‘Wake up. Wake up.’ Chloe gently poked Beca’s cheek.
The brunette groaned, and screwed up her face before opening her eyes. ‘What do you want Beale?’
‘We should go back to the others.’ Chloe told her. ‘They’ll be wondering where we are.’
Beca blew out a puff of air, and pushed herself up so she was now sitting. ‘Fine, fine.’
Chloe smiled, pulling Beca out of the bed with her. The brunette groaned, and pouted slightly.
‘Need to change out of this top.’ She tugged her t shirt off quickly, and started rifling through her suitcase for something to throw on.
She grabbed a plaid shirt out, and started to put it on, taking her time to do up the buttons before looking up to find Chloe staring at her.
‘See something you like Red?’ She smirked, raising an eyebrow.
‘Always.’ Chloe retaliated. ‘I like you in those shirts. They’re very ‘feisty, freshman Beca’.’
Beca furrowed her brow. ‘Hey, I’m still feisty.’
The redhead rolled her eyes. ‘Sure. Come on, let’s go.’
They’d made their way back down to where the rest of Chloe’s family were still, and were immediately collared by Chloe’s mom.
‘Girls!’ She grinned at them both. ‘Luca was asking for you Chlo.’
‘Luca?’ Beca questioned.
Chloe pointed over to a little boy around 6 years old. ‘My nephew, Brandon’s kid.’
As if he had heard them, Luca turned and spotted Chloe and ran over to the women.
‘Chloeee!’ He yelled, as she bent down to hug him and told him she had missed him.
He stepped back and took a moment to look at Beca.
‘Who is this?’ He eyed her warily.
‘This is Beca, my girlfriend.’ Chloe explained.
Beca smiled and knelt down. ‘Sup kid.’
Luca paused for a moment, thinking. He then grinned widely. ‘Will you come play with me?’
‘I’d love to.’ She grinned back, letting him grab her hand and pull her along with him.
Chloe stood with her mom and watched Beca race Luca, and pretend lose to him (or actually lose, Beca didn’t like running.), with just an expression of awe.
Anne turned and looked at her daughter. ‘You’re happy?’
Chloe bit her lip. It wasn’t that she wasn’t happy, because she was. But she knew this wasn’t what her mom meant, because this wasn’t real…
‘Yeah, I’m happy mom.’ Chloe shrugged, turning her attention back to Beca.
‘You’re good for each other.’ Anne told her. ‘You two together…different. It’s a good different. Happy different.’
The redhead smiled in response. She hated lying to her family, but it was a bit late for that now.
After spending a fair amount of time catching up with everyone, the family decided to go up to their rooms for a while before they all had dinner.
Beca and Chloe had made their way to their room, and Beca was now sprawled out on the bed watching TV.
‘Luca likes you.’ Chloe smiled.
The brunette nodded. ‘He’s a good kid.’
‘I didn’t know you were such a softie Becs.’ Chloe teased. ‘You’re going to ruin your reputation as a grumpy badass.’
Beca feigned offence. ‘Okay firstly I am a badass, nothing can change that. And secondly, I’m not a softie, although I am a romantic obviously, I mean how would I not be the best girlfriend ever? I won over your parents.’
‘You’re an okay girlfriend…’ Chloe shrugged, knowing how to push Beca’s buttons.
The brunette scoffed. ‘Oh okay okay, just you wait. I will be the best fake girlfriend going from now on, your cousin will be in shock.’
‘Can’t wait.’ Chloe winked with a chuckle.
Beca sat back, sighing gently as Chloe went into the bathroom for a shower. What had she gotten herself into? Beca knew that doing this whilst having feelings for the redhead was only definitely going to hurt her, but she just couldn’t help herself.
And this was going to really really fucking hurt.
She knew that already.