3. Late Nights

                                    

                                          
CHLOE
                          
I helped a very drunk Beca into pajamas before I went and cleaned the vomit off of my dress. And changing into pajamas myself. I had put Beca in the one bed so I would be taking the couch tonight. When I left the bedroom Beca was playing with a chain around her neck. She looked like she felt better. 
                          
"Whatcha doing?" I asked. She jumped at the sound of my voice and shoved the chain into her shirt. She didn't have it on earlier. What is it and why is she hiding it? 
                          
"N-nothing," she responded. I looked at her deep blue eyes. They weren't as glassy as they were earlier. Beca never got too drunk. Or at least not when I'm there. 
                          
"What's on the chain?" 
                          
"You a de-tec-tive now?" She said she was still drunk obviously. 
                          
"Yup," I said sitting on the bed by her. I put my hand on hers in a reassuring way. "You know you can tell me anything." 
                          
She looked into my eyes for a solid minute. I could see the gears in her head turning thinking if she can tell me this. She pulled the chain from out of her shirt. There was a beautiful diamond ring on the chain. 
                          
"It's beautiful Bec."
                          
"No, it's not." 
                          
"Why not?" 
                          
"Jesse proposed to me with it." 
                          
I was taken aback. Jesse proposed to Beca. I didn't know how to respond. I wanted to be happy for her but I couldn't. I loved Beca. But she was trapped and I couldn't help her. 
                          
BECA
                          
I watched the light leave her eyes for a second. 
                          
"You only said yes out of fear huh?" She asked. I only nodded. I hated that I was so weak. Chloe pulled me into a hug. I breathed in her scent. She always smelled of Carmel and vanilla. It was comforting. Eventually, I pulled away from her embrace. I pulled myself off of the bed and went over to the couch. 
                          
"Good night Chloe," I said. 
                          
"Beca..." she trailed off she could tell I didn't want to talk about it anymore. "Good night." 
                          
We went to sleep. Correction. Chloe went to sleep. I laid on the couch alone with my thoughts. I couldn't pull out my laptop and work because I didn't want to disturb Chloe. Eventually, I grabbed my laptop and went down to the lobby of our hotel. There were tables that people use for breakfast in the morning. I sat at one of the tables and worked for a bit. Someone tapped me on the shoulder. I expected it to be one of the hotel staff. When I looked at the person I was greeted by the one and only Aubrey Posen. 
                          
"Oh. Hey." I said. I was no longer drunk. Granted I was never really all that drunk. 
                          
"What are you doing down here?" she asked sitting across from me.
                          
"Couldn't sleep. Didn't want to disturb Chloe with laptop light. What are you doing?" 
                          
"Couldn't sleep either," She looked deep into my eyes. 
                          
"You're kinda freaking me out, dude." 
                          
"How long has it been since you slept?" 
                          
I shrugged. "You're not my mom or my doctor." 
                          
"But I want to help Beca." 
                          
"I don't need your help"
                          
CHLOE
                          
I heard Beca leave the room. I was really worried about her. I knew better than to follow her though. So I did the next best thing. I got Aubrey to do it for me. After a while, I heard the door open. I opened my eyes just enough to see my favorite brunette walk back into the room. The moon reflecting off of her pale skin. She went and laid back down on the couch. I closed my eyes. The next time I opened them, sunlight was streaming in through the window. I looked around the room, there was no sign of Beca. There was, however, a waffle and a cup of coffee on the desk with a note that read "Chloe. Sorry if this is cold when you wake up." I smiled to myself. That's when I heard her. She was in the shower. I could hear her singing faintly. I smiled as I listen to her sing
                          
"My favorite color is you. Your vibrating out of my frequency. My favorite color is you. You keep me young and that's how I wanna be." I loved listening to her sing. I missed hearing her voice. I mean occasionally one of her songs play on the radio but there's a difference in her voice. I hear it. I just wish everyone else could hear her like this too. After a while, she turned off the water and came out of the bathroom. She was in black skinny jeans, a black low cut t-shirt, and a blue flannel. The blue of the flannel made her eyes pop. 
                          
"Morning. Was it cold when you woke up?" she asked nodding her head towards the now half-eaten waffle and empty coffee cup. 
                          
"Not really. It was fine. How'd you sleep?" I asked. 
                          
She shrugged. "Same old same old." 
                          
"So you didn't sleep at all?" 
                          
She looked at the floor like a puppy who was caught doing something naughty. "Sorry" 
                          
"You have nothing to be sorry for." after a second I added "Next time. Wake me up too." 



                          
*The song Beca is singing is the bridge from "Sober Up" by the band AJR*