I'm going to kiss you now
‘You’re prepared to sacrifice your life?’ Chloe smirked, jokingly.
‘Duh.’ Beca shrugged. ‘I’d gladly do it twice…’
Chloe rolled her eyes playfully. ‘Cheeseball.’
Beca shrugged again in response, not entirely sure where the two of them stood with one another.
‘I’m going to kiss you now.’ Chloe said calmly.
Beca stopped still, her breath catching. ‘You’re what?’
Chloe stepped forward, not even bothering to reply before grabbing the shorter girl’s face in her hands, and kissing her softly.
The brunette relaxed into it a moment after, before realising what was happening, and pulled away quickly; Chloe’s hands still holding her face.
‘You shouldn’t-I mean.’ Beca stumbled through her words, biting her lip. ‘Do you want this? Me? The mess that this is sure to become?’
‘I wouldn’t have it any other way.’ The redhead told her confidently.
Beca let out a breath. ‘I’m scared.’
‘Me too.’ Chloe smiled softly, grabbing Beca’s hand. ‘Let’s go home and talk yeah?’
‘Yeah.’ Beca breathed, clutching Chloe’s hand as they left the bar.
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Beca sat on the edge of Chloe’s bed, staring at the photos on the wall. The photos of all the girls, photos of her and Chloe.
‘I don’t really understand what’s happening.’ Beca admitted. ‘I don’t really understand what happened in that time that we weren’t ‘us’, you know?’
‘That’s on me Becs. I should explain, I guess?’ Chloe shrugged, playing with her necklace.
She sat down on the bed next to Beca, starting to play with the hem of the girl’s shirt as she spoke. ‘When you told me you loved me, everything sort of got flipped upside down.’
‘You’re telling me.’ Beca smiled ruefully. ‘Sorry.’
‘I liked you. I liked you the minute we met, and once we got closer and closer it wasn’t just a ‘like’ anymore. But then, I had to be realistic. I mean, I had waited, I waited in case maybe things could change. But they didn’t, so I forced myself to move on. And there was Tom.’ Chloe shrugged, taking a deep breath, as Beca pushed her hair out of her face. ‘And then there you were. Again. The maybe had happened, except the timing wasn’t as perfect as I had expected.’
Beca chuckled, despite her watering eyes. ‘Yeah, I’m evidently not so good at the whole ‘timing’ thing.’
‘I could be marrying Tom; I could be in a safe relationship. But I couldn’t not take this chance.’ Chloe pulled Beca closer to her by her shirt. ‘I’m not sure I could’ve been truly happy without you.’
‘I just don’t want you to regret this.’ The brunette tensed up. ‘I don’t want us to do this, for you to realise it was a mistake.’
Chloe looked Beca dead in the eyes, and cupped her cheek with her hand. ‘I would never regret choosing my best friend, whom I am in love with.’
Beca nodded slowly. ‘You’re a dork.’
She leant forward so their lips were close enough that they could feel each other’s breath, and whispered. ‘And I love you.’