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lovemesomesurveys · 2 years

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Have you ever cheated at a card game?

I probably have as a kid. I’m not one to get all super competitive like I wanna play for fun and how the game is meant to be played.

Tell me what colors you’re wearing right now?

Blue.

Have you ever wandered around drunk with your friend?

Yeah to like Dennys or somewhere close to us to eat. A few pancakes, coffee, or late night Taco Bell run were the best.

Are you longing for the day that you’ll be an adult? (If you’re not already)

I’m almost 33 so I’ve been an adult for awhile, but I definitely wasn’t the kid who was in a rush to grow up and yeah I still don’t want it take it back. Let me be a kid again.

Have you ever felt like your heart actually stopped?

Yes.

Are you a fast runner?

Not anymore but there was a time in what feels like a lifetime ago that I was. I used to have great upper body strength.

What’s something you’ve vowed to never eat?

ive never vowed to not eat something but theres a lot of foods that i dont like haha<<< Same. And foods I have no interest in trying.

Are you good at holding back your laughter if needed?

Yes.

Do any of your friends shamelessly burp or fart in public?

—

When was the last time you had a good cry?

I could use that. I want time alone, but that’s hard to do when you’re in the hospital.

Has anyone ever told you they wanted to marry you?

No.

Have you ever had a “thumb war” with someone? Yeah.

Have you ever been so unfortunate to suffer from a hangover?

Yes. The worst was the one that made me over alcohol completely. It’s been like 10 years now, haven’t missed it at all. Not to say I never had a good time drinking, but honestly my main reason was cause that’s what my friends often liked to do and I chose to join in. I could have done without and been fine but I went along with it. That was on me. And like I said, we had fun. That’s the only time I drank, though, just socially.

If you need a job, will you take whatever you can get?

I guess it would depend on my situation. Ideally of course I wouldn’t want to just settle. I’d try to keep looking and figure out options.

Time goes by faster as you get older, don’t you find?

Yes.

Have you ever had a panic attack?

We’re well acquainted.

Are you deathly allergic to anything?

No.

Have you ever had a mouse in your house?

Gahhh, yes.

Do you know what you want for your dream house?

I just know I want a beach house.

Have you ever seen the movie the Notebook?

Nope.

If you download torrents, what torrent program do you use?

i dont download torrents anymore <<< Me either. It’s been several years now.

If you go to school, will this year be different?

I’ve been done with school since 2015.

Do you know anyone who DOESN’T have an ex?

Probably.

Are you able to count to ten in another language?

Yes, in Spanish.

Is there something you know you have to do, but haven’t done it yet?

I’ve put off too many things.

Is anyone you know really religious?

Yes.

Can you sing?

Nope.

Have you ever read “Gone With the Wind”?

No.

Are your eyebrows naturally thick?

Yes.

Have you ever attempted to cut your own hair?

I used to cut my bangs but that’s it.

Has speaking in front of people ever made you sick?

I always got the worst anxiety and dreaded every presentation. No matter how many times I did then throughout school it didn’t get easier.

Have you ever wanted to tell someone how you felt, but never did?

Oh, definitely. That was usually the case.

What was the last movie that made you teary-eyed?

I don’t recall at the moment.

Do you check your email daily?

Yes.

Have you ever breathed in helium?

No, I’ve always been to scared to try lol.

Do you try to be confident and positive about your future?

When was the last time you felt disappointed in yourself?

I’ve felt that way for a long time, but especially now. I had been so incredibly stupid and it cost me a lot.

Have you ever owned a garden?

No.

Who was the last person to text you?

My mom.

Have you had two friends that absolutely hated each other?

Yes.

Do you ever find yourself trying to be the referee amongst your friends?

Yes.

Has a laptop ever burned your legs?

Actually, yes. I’m paralyzed waist down so I don’t feel my legs and I’ve made some mistakes of placing things not knowing it was too hot. I have to be really conscious of that.

Do you know anyone who has a scar through their eyebrow?

My mom does.

Who was the last person to flip you off?

*shrug *

Are you doing anything the day after tomorrow?

Same as everyday.

Anyone’s birthday coming up soon?

Mine at the end of the month.

Would you ever wear fake eyelashes?

I have.

Do you make the effort to smile at people?

No :x

Are you good at following directions?

I think so?

Have you ever just screamed really loud in an attempt to feel better?

Tempting at times. I’m a writer, though. I need to vent and ramble and do so a lot better in the written form.

Are you in any way, still a child at heart?

Yes.

Quality triumphs over quantity, correct?

I think so.

Have you ever danced when there was no music playing?

Yeah.

Do you have someone that you can just act a fool with and not care?

Around my family.

From where you’re sitting, can you touch a wall?

No.

Have you received a text today that made you go “wtf”?

No.

When at a restaurant, do you put your napkin on your lap?

No.

Are you even feeling the least bit tired?

I’m quite tired, but what’s new?

Is there currently any caffeine or alcohol in your system?

I wish I had caffeine. I miss coffee so much.

Do you prefer electric or manual pencil sharpeners?

I don’t care.

Are your biceps at all noticeable?

I have no muscle tone anymore.

Have you ever seen a walrus?

Yeah, many times.

When it comes to dropping food, do you believe in the 10 second rule?

I don’t follow any second rule if it falls on the ground I’m done.

If given the opportunity, would you ride on a camel?

No.

Do you believe that cellphones actually do cause cancer?

It says that on a lot of things. You’ll see the sign about cancer causing chemicals at various places, too.

When people you know cry, does it make you feel like crying too?

Yes, I feel horrible. It hurts me to see others hurt.

Were you single last Valentine’s Day?

Yeah, and every Valentine’s Day.

Do you tend to jump to conclusions?

Unfortunately.

Are you good at remembering your friends’ birthdays?

Yeah.

Is there something you need to do, that you’re trying to avoid doing?

Yes, but I can’t. I’ll have to do it.

#personal #text #survey #surveys

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andythane · 4 years

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M A R C H 4 T H

i. 2009.

He’s pretty sure it’s three in the morning. It’s not entirely clear -- Well, nothing really is right now -- and honestly, he doesn’t care much. Andy had gone on this Vegas trip with Rowan in the name of attending a medical conference with her, and the second it was over, they were on the strip. What comes next is to be expected, the two of them stumbling out of bars, clubs, casinos all night long, throwing back drinks without question. What happens in Vegas, right? He’s not sure where they are when they come across a neon-lit wedding chapel, open twenty-four hours and happy to marry whatever couple comes in. Andy’s too drunk to remember the full details of their conversation, but it went well enough for him and Rowan stumble in hand in hand, asking for the first Elvis they had available. This isn’t exactly spur of the moment — They’ve been engaged over a year by this point, just trying to wait until the time is right and they can plan the perfect ceremony. He’s sure if his Ma knew what was happening, she’d have a heart attack. They’re married in a quick ceremony, with Andy wearing an oversized suit coat and Rowan having a yellowing veil clipped to her hair.

The next morning comes with an impressive hangover. They somehow made it back to their suite after their stop at the chapel -- Andy’s got a pounding headache and Rowan’s lipstick smeared across his cheek, half naked with his head leaning off the side of the bed. It takes a moment for him to realize he’s not at home in his bed, blinking until his eyes focus and he’s reminded of the night before. He remembers the conference, drinks at the hotel bar after, wandering the strip most of the night… Then the lights of the chapel come to mind, his eyes glancing down to his left hand, realizing their a plastic ring on his finger. For most, there’d be a wave of regret that comes with the new found discovery, panic following just as close — But for him… it makes sense. It’s unorthodox, sure, but the thought of being married to Rowan just feels right. Whether it’s a big ceremony or a shitty drive thru chapel. The panic doesn’t come, no regret or concern. Instead, he moves (slowly, mind the hangover) to lay next to her, pulling her in close to enjoy their first morning as a married couple.

ii. 2015.

They’re going to have a baby. They are going to have a baby. The words keep replaying in Andy’s head, but they still sound so strange and far away he can’t quite wrap his head around it. He and Rowan had been trying for so long, having spent so many years trying and trying and trying again -- Only to be met with disappointment and heartache each time around. Having a family was never a question. The conversation about children has always been on the table, both on the same page about wanting a big family. /We want four,/ they would tell anyone who would listen. It’s been a difficult journey, with the emotional struggle of infertility becoming the forefront of their lives with the stress of Rowan’s residency and the club coming right up behind it. There struggle has gone on for years, many doctors visits ending with Andy holding Rowan close while she cried, stroking her hair as he reminded her that things will work out.

Years and roughly six positive pregnancy tests later -- Everything begins to come together. Their family of two is going to have a new member in less than nine months now. She’s in her second trimester when their sixth wedding anniversary comes along, the two opting for a quiet night in to celebrate. Though he’s over the moon about what’s to come in the next few months -- Andy’s trying to remain realistic. This hasn’t been an easy road, and he feels a bit like they’re walking on eggshells through this journey. He knows the feeling is mutual, that this is something of a miracle baby, and they’re both terrified they’ll fuck it up. Admittedly, he can be a bit overly cautious -- Rowan’s not made of glass, but he can’t help but act like it sometimes, quick to swoop in, even if she’s doing something as simple as swap a load of laundry. So he opts for a night in, snuggled up on the couch together, Andy dressed in old sweats and Rowan clad in one of his old Primordial MC shirts. Their night is spent with scary movies and popcorn, with his wife curled up between his legs and Andy’s hand resting softly on her bump. His fingertips make small shapes against the fabric of her shirt, silently hoping he’ll feel a kick. Rowan’s fast asleep by now, head resting against his chest as Andy struggles to keep his eyes open too. He’s sure, despite his half-awake self, that nothing can ruin this for them -- Not his father, not Tyson, nothing.

iii. 2016.

Up until now, he’s spent most of his life surrounded by people in one way or another. Whether it’s his family, other club members, Rowan -- He’s never been by himself long. It’s not something Andy’s ever really thought over, naively assuming that he’d always have some sort of constant in his life. And admittedly, he assumed that constant would always been Rowan. After the last seven years, he had no reason to believe anything else. She is his family, his person -- Every cliche and title in the book. They’ve spent every holiday, every birthday, every day together in some way since he was a teenager. It’s not until he’s laying in his prison cell, staring at the underside of an empty top bunk that he realizes how truly and utterly alone he is right now.

It’s terrifying, suffocating. He’s been locked up for three months now, and his roommate was released earlier this morning -- So he’s by himself for the night, until a CO shows up at breakfast with some new kid. He’s been by himself before, lived on his own briefly before Rowan moved in -- Andy doesn’t mind being by himself, he never has. He’s always been a glaring introvert, preferring the company of himself, his wife, or their dogs, ideally. He’s never felt lonely from it, never had an issue -- Until he finds himself here, orange jumpsuit and all, struggling to steady his breathing. It doesn’t hit him until the lights have gone out and he’s supposed to be asleep, but the absence of someone else in the room with him is unnerving enough to keep him awake. He’d done as well as one can in prison thus far, kept his head down and nose clean, but once he’s by himself, it hits like a freight train. Everything he’s bottled up, all the things he’s told himself not to feel . Especially tonight. Regardless of his best efforts, the date and the silence around him make for a terrible combination. The sinking feeling only persisting as the clock moves -- March 4th.

He wonders what Rowan’s doing right now, if she’s left with the same feeling swimming through him. Andy wants to believe she’s sleeping peacefully, with a baby monitor on her night stand and Scout curled up close; He wants to believe that she’s not feeling like him, that she’s not watching the ceiling fan in their room spin and wondering if he’s awake too. Part of Andy doesn’t want to ever know -- Because he’s the one responsible for her spending her nights alone, the reason she’s celebrating their seventh wedding anniversary by herself. At least, until visiting hours began and they can be together, separated by a glass window and a shitty phone, with their nine month old daughter in her arms. He always thought they’re anniversary would be a celebration, that he’d never think of it as a time of regret or longing -- Only now, it won’t leave him. He replays the night he confronted Tyson in his head, the arrest, the trial. He tries not to think of the look on Rowan’s face, the tears silently rolling down her cheeks when he hugged her goodbye. He does’t want to spend their anniversary going over all o his past mistakes, but he doesn’t seem to have any other choice now. The rational part of him tells himself that this will be over eventually, he’s only got to make it through this two more times and then they'll be back together -- Soon, they’ll be able to celebrate like they have before, only now they’ll have Maddie along with them. A family of three, celebrating together without a concern for prison cells or memories keeping them up at night. Only them against the world. He tries to remind himself of that. Somehow he doesn’t believe that day will come.

iv. 2018.

Three years pass, and now he’s finally able to lay in his own bed with Rowan tucked into his side and Maddie fast asleep against his chest. He hasn’t been home that long, now pushing three months, but in a short amount of time they’ve found their happy medium. The initial return from prison hadn’t been easy -- He’s been gone for three years, Rowan’s been essentially a single mother (despite his best efforts) for that time, and now they have to relearn this life together, with a three year old in the mix with them. There’s an adjustment period for them, with ups and downs -- Maddie tells him all about the things around town and introduces him to Scout and Noodles, but he and Rowan find themselves butting heads on how to raise their daughter. They figure it out -- They’re /still/ figuring it out, with the aid of a therapist and their family. He’s just grateful he’s there at all, able to begin this part of their lives together finally. There’s a certain guilt that follows him, over the fact that he left Rowan on her own for three years, something he’d never forgive himself for. He can’t change it, but he can do better now, they truly can start their lives together, free of any threat. Tyson, his father -- Both are six feet under, far far away from wreaking any sort of havoc on their happily ever after.

There had been a pretty big storm that night, prompting their daughter to come running into their room before leaping into the bed with him and Rowan. Maddie is a Daddy’s girl, no question -- In the short time he’d been home, the two bonded easily. Whether he’s at her tea party with a tiara on his head, or she’s holding his hand and pulling him around town to show off all of her favorite spots -- They’ve become two peas in a pod. It was their anniversary, and all he wanted was to spend a night together with his girls. So they dress up, taking Maddie along with them, and go out to dinner (Nothing fancy, given that Maddie is only three -- They make do with a Chilis off the highway.). It’s a simple night, but one he’s sure he’ll always remember, the thought of Rowan tucked under his arm and Maddie in her booster seat, explaining everything she learns in daycare to them. Andy finds himself caught up in the simplicity of it -- The fact that the three of them can just be together, even in some shitty restaurant. There’s nothing keeping them apart, no CO making sure his reactions aren’t ‘startling’, nor the underlying reality of him being away. This is his life now, the one he dreamt of and built with his wife, now finally within his grasp.

There’s a silence that settles over the three of them, once both of his girls fall asleep and Andy’s listening to the steady sound of the rain. It used to frighten him, storms and having to hear them -- Now he finds it oddly soothing, feeling himself relax. His hand cards through her wife’s hair, eyes watching the ceiling fan go in circles. Even though there’s a balance and order restored to his life, he’s wide awake. Only now, it’s not from his own self destruction -- Rowan’s pregnant. It’s a bit of a miracle, but one he’s cautiously optimistic about. They’ve always wanted a big family, and they know what to do now -- They can make this work, go about it in the best way possible, rather than strict on hope and a gut feeling. Considering their reunion, it’s not all that shocking, though. After three years apart, they spent plenty of time relearning the other, welcoming the other back home again. He’s content, rather than plagued by the worst case scenarios he makes up his own head. This is how their life should be, he tells himself. No prison cell or court room, no CO or Visitor’s Room. Just Rowan and Andy, and the family they’ve created. .

v. 2020.

It’s odd to think they’ve been married for eleven years now. It seems like only yesterday that they were stumbling around Las Vegas before wandering into some Elvis themed chapel. But at the same time -- It all feels miles and miles away. Their wedding, Tyson, his time in prison. They’re settled into this life they’ve created, with their two children and the home they’ve built along the way. The storms they’re forced to weather are far and few between now, without someone threatening them and their home in some way. Most consistently had been his own father, creating a war zone with any room he walked into; Then Tyson putting a new kind of fear within both of them; And his Parole Officer, threatening to send him back to prison for something as simple as a parking ticket. It’s refreshing to be away from it all, able to embrace a life that’s sickeningly domestic and calm. They’re a team and a force, having gone to hell and back together.

The celebration is a simple one, given that it’s a school night and they have more elaborate plans for later on, thanks to him winning Rowan at the Bachelorette auction. So for tonight, they put on their best and leave the kids with a sitter, heading out to a nice dinner at Calliope before returning home long after bed time. It’s simple enough, they laugh together and reflect on the last eleven years while sharing a bottle of wine, simply enjoying the company and the reason to go out. It feels simple, right to the point -- The obvious answer for them, really. Their wedding anniversary serves as a reminder each year of the choice they made, of how much he loves Rowan. He tells her every cliche in the book, always happy to take an opportunity to be corny with her. She’s the love of his life, and whether they celebrate with a nice night out or spend the night struggling their way through bath time -- He’s just grateful for another year together.

#rothane #lomk:chardev #anniversary.#whatever souls are made of; hers & mine are the same. rowan.

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wearebadcode · 6 years

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‘Frank Turner universe’ fic. Chapter IV: II.I. 2015. The last night

Chapter summary: The Bellas share their final night together at Barden, while Beca and Chloe are outside the house chatting, drinking and betting over something...

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Last days of May. Bellas' last night together at Barden, 2015

The Bellas decided they would spend last night together at Barden staying awake all night long, just talking, drinking and laughing together. The house they'd share for the past three years was now a mess, due to the lack of space in between corridors, the dorms, the living room and even the kitchen -every single one of the Bellas had packed up their things, ready to begin their lives now that Barden was done. They also invited Aubrey to the small gathering, who came along to celebrate the graduation of her fellow aca-bitches, since she was also a big part of the family.

"You nerds, I'm gonna miss you. Just a little, but still..." Beca said, looking to all of her friends, who gathered around each other on their house living room.

"Is this you having a stroke or are you actually being honest and ultimate cute?" Aubrey joked, which caused the Bellas laugh.

"Hey, don't be a dick here, Posen. Let the woman speak before she blows this up... Also, Beca's a softie, we've been knew..." Stacie responded, Beca rolled her eyes.

"So, you were saying...?" asked Cynthia Rose, who looked at Beca waiting for her to reprise the word.

"Oh... You really were thinking that I was gonna put my heart out there, aren't you? Poor things. You can keep waiting, though. Who knows, maybe one day I'll surprise you..." all the Bellas cracked up at Beca's joke (?), which was fortunate because the brunette was looking now at Chloe since the 'who knows' sentence, intentionally. Beca also cracked up eventually, and now it was her who didn't notice how Chloe was gazing at her. That was their play lately: longing gazes who the other didn't seem to notice. Though both women felt inevitably closer to each other these days.

Lilly murmured something but neither of the Bellas could catch what it was about.

"You know? I shouldn't be laughing this much, 'cause my life is most likely to fall apart tomorrow when my deportation process starts, but..."

"What?! Do you know that for sure, Flo?" Chloe asked.

"Well, no. But it's a possibility..."

"You want us to kick some asses?" Cynthia Rose joked, who raised her fist, ready for a fight.

"Yeah, such a pity my father is McMafia and he's literally being followed for so many countries' secret services... He could potentially kick some asses" Amy said, though no one never knew if the Australian was being serious or not.

"What if you got a job? Couldn't that help?" Aubrey asked Flo.

"Yeah, you guys. I once saw a journalistic report on tv in which was explained a similar situation and the person ended up getting a job and staying in the country. I don't know, mayb-" tried to say Emily, who Amy cut abruptly.

"Oh, my god Emily!!!!! This is a real situation!!!! Can't you be serious for once?!".

"Yeah, sure Amy. 'Cause the 'Al Capone himself is my father' situation was a very truthful, serious and adult one... Let Legacy be" Beca said in response, who always backed up Emily when she was being "Amy-bullied".

"Thanks, but the worst part is that I actually think I'm gonna miss her... Deep down..." Emily shrugged.

"I know, Emily. No one will shake up your days like I do when we're gone" Amy said, while patting Emily's shoulder.

"Okay, I'm gonna hit the fridge to recharge our bodies with some poison. Anybody willing to join me for the worst hangover ever?" Beca asked as she got up to walk towards the fridge.

"Of course!!!! Bring whatever you find in there. We have to burn this house tonight. Right, ladies?" Aubrey encouraged, who received the Bellas' approval in return.

"I got you covered, Posen. Okay, so here we have two remaining bottles of wine. Rosé and white. Some gin, tequila, aaaaaaan-" Beca was interrupted while her the kitchen-booze-scavenging.

"Do you have any beer there?" Chloe asked with a smile, who joined Beca as soon the brunette got to the kitchen.

"Uh... Maybe in the fridge. Let's see... Ooh, oooooh Chlo. There are like 10 bottles of freezing beer in here. It's gonna be a loooooong night".

"What? 10? For real?"

"Yeah, dude. No shit. So what do you say we grab a couple of bottles and get out the house and we drink them while sitting on the grass?" Beca suggested.

"I say I hope you meant a couple of bottles each".

"Wild Beale tonight?" Beca said, as she gave Chloe a beer bottle.

"It's our last Bellas night together. I think that's a pretty good reason to get wasted, don't you think?" Chloe smiled and took a sip of beer.

"Let's go outside, you weirdo" Beca smiled and began walking towards the house door, couple of beers on her right hand.

"Hey, guys. Beca and I are going outside. We'll be back at some point, I guess?" Chloe adressed their friends, who were no longer sitting around each other. They were sitting here and there indistinctly, instead.

"Ooooooooh... Have fun, you guys..." Stacie said with a mischievous tone while raising her eyebrows and smiling at Chloe.

"Bhloe alert!" Amy screamed.

"Anyway... You have two bottles of wine, tequila and some gin right at the kitchen counter. Beca left them all there, we just grabbed a couple of beer bottles".

"Okay, you two keep drinking beer. Leave adult drinking to us, right? Serious matter now: who's in for some Margaritas?" Flo shouted so the rest of the Bellas could hear her, as Chloe began walking towards the door.

"Are they drunk already?" Beca asked as she saw Chloe approaching her.

"Not yet, but they're just starting with the Margaritas..."

"Oh, boy. Long night indeed".

"Poor things".

"Yeah, I meant it for all of us, actually. Including you. And me, of course".

"You wanna be my drinking buddy?"

"There's no way I let you drink all alone tonight. Besides this is my night, too. I'm also saying goodbye to this place. To the Bellas. And we both know how wild you get when you drink, Chloe..."

"Yeah, pools keep reminding me that..." both women chuckled at that, as they kept taking sips of their respective beer bottles.

"Dude, that night was hilarious. I don't even know how we were able to get you home after the pool situation".

"I was so happy! We were going to the Worlds!!!"

"Yeah, I know. You kept saying that all night long, you know. It was just... So many memories here, dude..."

"All of them good ones, actually. Like it feels like a safe space. Like the world doesn't affect us here, in this house, in Barden campus. When we are together".

"Woah, slow down, Beale. Already in the metaphorical-deep-shit phase and you are still on your first" Beca said, using the beer bottle she was holding to point at the one Chloe was drinking at the moment.

"Oh, don't worry. I can still think for myself and process my thoughts all alone, thank you very much. I'll get on that level soon enough, though. Given your drinking rhythm tonight... I mean, you should slow down yourself, you know. Who knows what you'll end up doing tonight if you get carried away..." Chloe said with a flirty tone.

"Okay, are you actually giving me advice?"

"I mean, I think it might come in handy at some point. I'm only sharing my drunken wisdom. Take it or leave it, Mitchell".

"Yeah, I think I'm gonna pass. Aaaaand I'm gonna drink the second beer, instead. Hurry up or you won't catch me. I'm a little ahead of you".

"Yeah, by now. You're gonna be KO at the end of the third one. I'm not".

"Oh, you shouldn't be such a bighead. Who knows what you'll end up doing tonight if you get carried away, dude..." Beca responded with a similar tone to Chloe's, a flirty one.

"Oh, I'll keep that in mind. I'll remind you this tomorrow morning, when I'll remind you how embarrassed yourself were at some point tonight".

"Oh, yeah?" Beca took a sip of her beer as she was looking Chloe. "Okay, let's hear it out. What's the most embarrassing thing you think I'm capable of?"

"What? Tonight? Maybe telling us that you really love us and you're really gonna miss this with all of your heart even though you deny it? Am I getting any closer?"

"Maybe...".

"Give me the second bottle, you loser. You're gonna bite the dust, eventually".

"You wanna bet, Beale?".

"Finally! Let's make this interesting already. Over what are we betting, Mitchell?"

"You said I was gonna be KO by the end of my third beer. I say I'm gonna drink half the beer bottles we found in the fridge. And let me remind you we found 10".

"Okay, so that leaves me the remaining five: five for you and five for me".

"Wow, no wonder why it took you three years passing Russian lit..."

"Oh, you have no idea why it took me so long..." Chloe said, looking intensively at Beca, with a flirty smile.

"Uh..." Beca, who for a moment found herself looking at Chloe as intensively as the redhead did, coughed at Chloe's insinuation and took a quick sip of her beer. The redhead did the same. "Right, so what are we betting?" Beca finally asked.

"Okay, I got it. You mentioned that the Brooklyn studio you rented had a double bed and a sofa, right?"

"Yeah".

"Then, the loser takes the sofa".

"Works for me".

"We have a deal, then?"

"We have a deal".

"So then let's make it official with a toast".

"Don't drink too much, Chlo. I don't want your body to crush because of that sofa, that would be a shame, really. Cheers".

"Did you just complimented my body? And oh, don't worry. My body will be fine since I'm taking the double bed. Cheers" they both Chloe and Beca clinked their respective beer bottles into one another and took a sip of their beers.

"Where's your yellow cup, by the way?" Beca asked curiously.

"Oh, I packed it along with my things. I don't wanna lose it. I'm taking that plastic thing with me forever, so I could never forget this place or the Bellas. Or you, of course. Not that I need a plastic cup to remember y-".

"Remember me? Are you forgetting we are going to NY? To live together? There's no way you could ever forget me, nerd".

"Oh, I know. You're pretty much unforgettable to me, believe me" Chloe said, which caused Beca's cheeks went flushed wild pink. "The thing is that cup reminds me of the greatness we achieved here, and the person who achieve all that was you, Bec" Chloe continued, who was looking directly at Beca's eyes now.

"Oh, come on now, Chlo. We achieved it together. Team effort. We all deserve our respective credit, you know that".

"Yeah, I know that. What I meant is... The only reason why I keep that yellow cup is because you auditioned with it".

"Wh...What?!" Beca went blank.

"What? You never thought about it?"

"I never thought that could be the reason behind it. I think that's really cute, by the way".

"Well, now you know. It all started with you, real... Wait a moment. Did you just say cute?! Did you just use that word to describe an action? First you compliment my body and now this? Who are you?"

"I might be a little tipsy..."

"Oh, and you're not even on your third bottle... I think we have a double bed winner and a sofa loser here".

"Don't get so confident yourself. I said a little tipsy, not tipsy. And by the way, you were wrong earlier. I didn't start anything, you did. You kept me stalking. At the activities fair, in the fucking showers... I mean I had to audition because you wouldn't stop stalking me, dude" Beca said sarcastically.

"Yeah, I mean I couldn't help myself... I just wanted to hear you sing so bad..."

"Sure, sing..." both women chuckled and took a long sip of their respective beer bottles.

"God, look at us. It's been three years and we're still talking about the shower thing. Are we ever gonna forget that we sang 'Titanium' in a freaking shower?" Chloe asked, jokingly, still with a chuckle on her mouth.

"Naked, Chlo. We sang 'Titanium' in a freaking shower while naked" Beca said with a sigh. A happy one.

"Oh, yeah. That. Good memories here at Barden. My most memorable days, my proudest ones, are here, Bec. I will never forget this place".

"Neither will I, dude. Oh... Are you done with that?" Beca asked, referring to the beer bottle Chloe just took her last sip at.

"Yeah, this buddy is doooone".

"I'm gonna hit the kitchen, then. I'll be back in a moment. Don't fall asleep or you're gonna lose that bet" Beca said as she stood up to walk directly towards the Bellas house.

"Be careful yourself, don't fall to the floor on your way to the kitchen" responded Chloe, as she watched Beca go.

"You guys started making out yet?" Stacie asked Beca as the brunette entered the house - Stacie still with that mischievous smile on her face.

"You guys wasted yet?" Beca asked in return.

"No, man! These aca-bitches are such a slow and lousy drinkers. I can't keep up the party like this" Cynthia Rose moaned, while looking at the Bellas who were standing next to her.

"Where are Jessica and Ashley, by the way?" Aubrey asked.

"Oh... Apparently they're gone. I guess some things never change?" Stacie stated.

"Where are the rest of the Bellas, actually?" Beca asked, as she looked up from the couple beer bottles she just grabbed towards the living room, noticing Emily and Lilly were also gone.

"Legacy went to bed and Lilly is, you know, probably planning how to enter the most secured area on the world without being noticed" Aubrey said.

"Beca's soul?" Amy asked.

"... anyway, I'm out. I only came to grab a couple of beers. I leave you guys with your little party of sorts... Have fun, I guess?" Beca said, as she began walking to exit the house and the other Bellas said goodbye to her.

"Can you believe they are slower drinkers than you?" Beca said, as she got to where Chloe was seated. Sitting closer to her this time.

"Thanks for the beer".

"Yeah, sure. This is the definitive one. Either I end up KO after this one and that means I'm taking the sofa, or I don't and that means you lose the bet -therefore you're gonna be the one who actually bites the dust" Beca summed up.

"Let's see what we got, then. Here's for the double bed. Cheers".

"Cheers" and both women began drinking their respective beer bottle with a smile on their faces.

"So, speaking of memories... What's the plan with this thing?" Beca asked, as she took a picture out of her pocket to show it to Chloe.

"Oh, hey! The polaroid picture, date November 13th, 2013. Our first one" Chloe said, as she took the picture Beca handed to her. It was the very first picture they took after attending their first Frank Turner show together. They agreed they would take a polaroid picture after every Frank Turner show they ever attend together. As their tradition, following the lyrics of one of the man's songs.

"And it definitely won't be our last. That's why I'm asking. What should we do with them? I mean we have to keep them, sure, but who's gonna keep which?"

"Right. Since we don't know how many shows will ever attend to, I say we both keep it. Like together in a photo album or something? That way neither of us keeps any picture, but both of us have them all, at the same time. That way we don't have to choose which one we'll keep. Does that make sense?" Chloe asked.

"Sounds right to me".

They both stayed a couple of minutes in silence, looking at their respective beer bottles, at the night sky, the voices of the Bellas who where in the house echoing around the air.

"So our next Frank show together will most likely be in NY. I'm excited already. What were the chances of this happening to us while living in NY?" Chloe was the first one who broke the ice.

"Yeah, about that... I completely forgot to tell you something regarding Frank's next album. With the internship, the Worlds and since we didn't talk much between those -during the year, actually... Uh... Sorry... Anyway. Frank posted some stuff on his facebook page earlier this month. Let me show it to you" Beca said, as she began typing on her phone.

"Here it is. Take a look" Beca handed her phone to Chloe so she could read what Beca was referring to.

The post addressed Frank Turner's next album, titled as 'Positive songs for negative people'. The post also included which seemed like the album artwork: a white plus sign inside a red square next to a white minus sign inside a blue square.

"'A record about defiance, about picking up yourself when you're down' I love it already" Chloe said once she finished reading the post.

"I know. Classic Frank. I think it might have a 'Tape deck heart' vibe..."

"Please! A piece of art. Also, I know the post doesn't mention when the single nor the album will come out, but 'some US live shows landing imminently'?" Chloe almost screamed, clearly enthusiastic.

"I knoooooow" smiled Beca.

"No, but I don't think you got it. Imminently, Bec".

"I know, I know! I'm excited as hell. That means we'll probably hear all the news regarding the single, the album and the tour dates together all at once. And settled in NY already".

"Greatest news ever".

"Oh, and I also forgot to tell you that the first album single is out... Uh... Sorry again. The ironic thing is I related to the lyrics while listening to it the first time, since Frank posted it a couple of months ago. When I was stressed out the most, you know. Gotta love the man. Anyway, it's titled 'Get better' and it's awesome. Listen" Beca began playing the song to Chloe, who was carefully listen to it since Beca mentioned she related to the lyrics so much.

I got me a shovel and I'm digging a ditch. And I'm going to fight for this four square feet of land like a mean old son of a bitch. I got me a future, I'm not stuck on the past. I got no tricks, yeah, I'm up on bricks but me, I'm a machine and I was built to last.

I'm trying to get better 'cause I haven't been my best. She took a plain black marker, started writing on my chest. She drew a line across the middle of my broken heart and said "come on now, let's fix this mess". We could get better because we're not dead yet.

They threw me a whirlwind and I spat back the sea. I took a battering but I've got thicker skin, and the best people I know are looking out for me. So I'm taking the high road, my engine's high and fine. May I always see the road rising up to meet me and my enemies defeated in the mirror behind.

It's just a knot in the small of your back, you could work it out with your fingers. It's just a tune that got stuck in your head, you could work it out with your fingers. It's just some numbers tangled up in your sums, you could work it out with your fingers. It's just a simple Braille missive from the person you miss, a reminder you could always be a little bit better than this.

So try and get better and don't ever accept less, take a plain black marker and write this on your chest "draw a line underneath all of this unhappiness, come on now, let's fix this mess" We could get better because we're not dead yet. We could get better because we're not dead yet.

When the song came to its natural end, neither Beca nor Chloe noticed the redhead had her head resting over one of Beca's shoulder; and, in turn, the brunette's head was resting against Chloe's.

"The lyrics..." Chloe said, softly.

"I know... Classic Frank..." Beca responded the same way Chloe did.

"I'm sorry you felt that way, Bec..." Chloe whispered, as she looked up at Beca's eyes.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner. Now I wish I did. It killed me inside. I don't know why I didn't tell you..." Beca sighed, as she looked down at Chloe's eyes.

They both remained there, in silence, looking intensively at each other eyes. Their gazes stopped at each other lips for a moment, just to look back at each other eyes again. They both leant in closer and for a moment it seemed like they were about to kiss, but they got interrupted.

"Uh... Wh-what are you guys...?" Aubrey asked, as surprised as Beca and Chloe were to see their friend coming out of nowhere.

"Oh... Uh..." Beca coughed, as she sat up awkwardly.

"Uh..." said Chloe, also sitting up as awkwardly as Beca.

"We-were you guys about to... k-kiss?"

"WHAT?!" Beca and Chloe both exclaimed in unison, both of the women cheeks flushed pink.

"Dude, no!" Beca continued, letting out a nervous giggle.

"Yeah, what?! How drunk are you, Aubs? For reals..." Chloe tutted.

"I'm pretty sure I'm quite drunk right now I figured why not ask, since neither of us won't remember any of this in the morning anyway, right?" Aubrey said with a pretty drunk tone, while grinning.

"Uh... yeah... Pretty sure you will be the one who won't remember. Which is a relief, actually..." Beca managed to whisper in between an awkward giggle, Chloe didn't seem to catch that.

"Um, right, yeah... Well, I guess we'll see which one of us is really able to forgive this tomorrow morning... Good luck, Chloe..." Chloe muttered instead, which Beca didn't seem to hear, to Chloe's relief. "What were you gonna say, by the way? When you got here?" Chloe continued.

"Oh... Yeah, right. I came to tell you that we're going to sleep. Seems like you're the only ones who kept the party going at this point. Anyway, here are the keys. Don't make noooooiseeeeee on your way back in. Whatever you... do... Goodnight, ladies!" Aubrey said, as she began walking her way to the house.

"So..." began Beca.

"So..." continued Chloe.

"Third beer and so far so good, see? I told you".

"Yeah, okay. You might not be KO, but you're definitely a little drunk there, Bec..."

"How can you possibly know that, huh? I barely talked since I began drinking it!"

"Well, first you're slurring your words a little... And there's the..." Chloe began saying, looking at Beca's eyes insecurely.

"What?" Beca asked curiously.

"Uh... Nothing, forget it..." Chloe sighed, sad-smiling a little while dropping her gaze away from Beca's eyes.

"Okay... I'll worm it out of you someday..." Beca responded, knowing perfectly the way she wanted that to sound.

"I mean I dare you to try it, though I don't know if you'll be prepared to hear what I was gonna say..." Chloe hit back at Beca.

"Dude! You're wilder than usual... I like it" Beca smiled at Chloe, who bowed at the brunette.

They both chuckled to let the information they just received from each other since Aubrey's abruption sink in. Beca took the last sip of her beer, thinking about how Chloe didn't verbalize that the only way she could know Beca was drunk, it was because there was no way the brunette would ever leant closer to Chloe (to kiss her?) if she wasn't drunk. Not ever!

Beca knew, obviously. She knew she would have never done that if it wasn't due to the alcohol she just consumed. Of course Beca knew what Chloe was thinking, 'cause she was also thinking about that. That was the reason Beca allowed herself to even tease Chloe a little over that. She hadn't planned it, it just happened. Things always seemed to happened whenever they were together. Things always found their way to flow around and between them, just like that. Just that natural. Just that easy.

Chloe, who finished drinking her beer a while ago, was wondering if Beca actually knew what she was gonna say when she decided not to push the woman and shut up instead. Chloe wondered if Beca's teasing had anything to do with that, precisely. Did Beca tease Chloe to speak even though she already knew what Chloe was thinking? Was that the alcohol in Beca's body speaking? Had Beca planned it all along?

"Okay, so what's the plan until we move to New York again?" Beca asked.

"I go back to Portland and stay home until you give me green light. My parents will be here tomorrow afternoon, ready to help me pack the car" answered Chloe.

"And I stay here with Amy until I receive my new bosses' call. Then we pack my car and we hit the road. Ready to head for New York. Thirteen hours in a car with Amy? Yeah, good luck with that, Beca...".

"Yeah, you could say that. I'll be on a comfortable plane, instead".

"Ugh, shut up. Don't make me hit you".

"Did the studio gave you a deadline about when they might call you?" asked Chloe.

"Um... They said they'll probably reach me by the beginning of June? So I guess it's a matter of days now. Don't worry, I'll let you know as soon as I hung up the phone"

"Is good to know that I'll be able to sleep tight tonight, then... Thanks for the consideration" Chloe mocked.

"Speaking of sleep... Seems like this third beer left me KO after all, I'm falling asleep".

"Yeah, we should get going. But before that... I rather decide which one of us won the bet..."

"Well, we both clearly lost... I'm still standing, yeah, but I didn't drink half of the fridge. And you... Well, you're a little tipsy yourself".

"So..."

"So no loser tonight. No one takes the sofa".

"I guess that leaves the double bed, then..."

"You know what? I say everything will figure itself out once we get to the studio".

"I'll take that. Now, should we call it a night?" Chloe asked, as she stood up while offering her free hand to Beca, who was still sitting on the grass.

"Definitely. Let's go to sleep" Beca answered, as she also stood up while taking Chloe's hand.

And both women began walking towards the Bellas house, holding one another. Chloe took Beca by her shoulders, Beca took Chloe by her waist.

#'frank turner universe' fic #bechloe #bechloe fic #beca mitchell #chloe beale #pitch perfect #pitch perfect 2 #frank turner #positive songs for negative people #get better #tape deck heart #ugh sorry it's so long 😳#what about a flirty tipsy emotional bechloe chat?#the sofa bet

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