Pitch Perfect - Bechloe
Fandom: Pitch Perfect
Pairing: Beca/Chloe
Rating: PG
Length: ± 1000
Disclaimer: nothing is mine.
A.N. English is not my first language. Thanks to slacker_d, for the help and for the inspiration with her 'Fighting dragons': the kids' cuteness was contagious!
“We’re eating at the table alone.” Chloe stopped talking with Beca to look up at her mother.
“Why?” her mom asked, amused.
“We’re on a date,” The little girl seriously announced.
Chloe’s mom was seated at the booth behind the girls when Beca’s mom arrived with another tray. “Here’s your fries.”
“Come here,” Chloe’s mom called her. “We’re sitting apart.”
Beca’s mom shrugged and went to sit in front of her friend. “Uhm...why?”
“They are on a date,” she said smiling, eyes twinkling with amusement.
-
“Dad?” Beca looked up at her dad, who even sitting towered upon the minute girl.
“Yes Beca?” he asked with a smile.
“You said that when grown-ups do their work they get money,” she started.
“Yes.” He nodded, curious to see what she was driving at.
“I’m a big girl now.” She was so serious that Dr. Mitchell had to hold back his chuckles, knowing that it would hurt his baby. “And I always do my work.”
“You do,” he conceded, trying to sound as serious as she was.
“Can I have some money then?”
“What for?” he frowned, but as he saw Beca sneaking a glance at Chloe, he relaxed. “Okay. I suppose it’s fair.” He opened his wallet. “Will it be enough?” he asked, handing her some money.
Beca nodded excitedly, taking it, then she stood up on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek before running away.
“Excuse me?”
The man turned to see who had addressed him.
“Can I have a rose?”
He looked down, seeing a petite girl holding out some money to him.
“A rose you say?”
She nodded quickly and he took a red one out of his bunch, giving it to her. “It’s for your mom?” he asked, looking around, thinking that she was on a mission from her dad to get her mom flowers.
“No.”
“No?” He looked at her surprised, and then curious. “And for whom, then?”
The girl blushed.
“A boy?”
“Eww!” she exclaimed, nose scrunched.
“A girl then?”
She hesitated before giving a quick nod.
“Which one?” the man continued his questioning, amused by the exchange.
“The cute one.”
He chuckled at the response. “The red-head?”
“Duh!” She looked at him like he was crazy for even suggesting that there was someone else as cute as her friend.
He laughed, before picking up two other roses. “Here.”
The girl looked at him confused.
“Take them,” he encouraged her.
“I don’t have any more money,” she said sadly, frowning.
“A gift. From me.”
“Why?” She looked at him with suspicion.
“It’s not every day I see such a cute couple.” He smiled at her.
“I’m not cute.” The girl tried to cross her arms, but found she was unable to, due to the rose.
“Pretty?” he tried again, but she shook her head, pouting.
“Beautiful?”
She looked to be thinking about it, before nodding. “Okay.” She took the other two roses. “Thank you.”
The man watched with a genuine smile as the little girl approached her friend, offering her the roses, and then as the red head squealed and kissed her cheek, before hugging his new little friend, whose face was as red as the first rose she had purchased.
-
“Excuse me.”
The Bellas stopped their rehearsal to look at the interruption.
“Chloe Beale?” a young man in a uniform asked.
“That’s me.” The girl took a step forward.
“These are for you.” The guy held up some flowers.
Chloe beamed at him, taking them. “Thank you!”
He smiled, sincerely pleased to make somebody happy. “Just doing my job.”
“Only three?” Alice asked aloud, almost disapprovingly.
“Shut up, if Chloe is happy with her secret admirer…” Cynthia Rose glared at her.
“Not secret,” Chloe said, too happy to be bothered by Alice at the moment.
“I didn’t know you had a boyfriend,” the older girl commented.
“Girlfriend,” Chloe corrected her.
“Really?” Cynthia asked, surprise in her voice.
“And what’s the occasion?” Stacie asked at the same time.
Chloe nodded to Cynthia, before smiling at the tall brunette. “It’s the anniversary of our first date.”
“Three months?”
“Three years?”
Some of the Bellas tried to guess.
“Fourteen.” Chloe shook her head, smiling.
“Fourteen what?” Amy wondered aloud.
“Years.”
“You were what? Six?” Alice laughed before realizing that Chloe was serious.
“Really?” the other girls were very surprised too.
“Yeah. I know.” Chloe smiled. “If you ever meet my mom, she’ll repeat the story thousand times, she loves it.” She shook her head. “Basically we were at McDonalds.”
Aubrey sniffed loudly in disapproval.
“I know, Bree.” Chloe rolled her eyes at her best friend. She had always the same reaction at that part of the story. “Our families were friends. And we were on a trip with our moms, because our dads had to work. And we were at the Mac, and we were waiting at the booth for our moms to arrive with the food…and when my mom arrived I told her that they had to sit somewhere else, because we had to be alone, because it was a date.”
“And why the three roses?” Stacie asked curiously once the collective awing subsided.
“That’s another funny story. We were on another family dinner slash date.”
“And what you were? Eight?” Alice asked sarcastically.
“Ten, actually.” Chloe answered her, before getting back to her tale. “We were at the seaside for the holidays, and we were dining in a restaurant on the seafront…” She lost herself in the memory before blinking her eyes. “Anyway, Beca bought me roses. She had seen a man selling them, so she had went to her dad, asking for the pocket money due to her, since she always did her chores.” She chuckled, her mind conjuring the image of little Beca. “And then she showed up with three roses. And after a while the man who was selling them came to us, asking if I liked them…and he explained to us what the colors meant. It was a really nice evening.” Chloe sighed happily.
“I know about the red ones, love and passion and all that jazz…but the other two?” Denise asked quietly.
“Oh, yellow is for friendship and rose roses are for joyfulness and,” Chloe’s cheeks took the color of the mentioned flowers. “Appreciation and admiration.”
Pairing: Beca/Chloe
Rating: PG
Length: ± 1000
Disclaimer: nothing is mine.
A.N. English is not my first language. Thanks to slacker_d, for the help and for the inspiration with her 'Fighting dragons': the kids' cuteness was contagious!
“We’re eating at the table alone.” Chloe stopped talking with Beca to look up at her mother.
“Why?” her mom asked, amused.
“We’re on a date,” The little girl seriously announced.
Chloe’s mom was seated at the booth behind the girls when Beca’s mom arrived with another tray. “Here’s your fries.”
“Come here,” Chloe’s mom called her. “We’re sitting apart.”
Beca’s mom shrugged and went to sit in front of her friend. “Uhm...why?”
“They are on a date,” she said smiling, eyes twinkling with amusement.
-
“Dad?” Beca looked up at her dad, who even sitting towered upon the minute girl.
“Yes Beca?” he asked with a smile.
“You said that when grown-ups do their work they get money,” she started.
“Yes.” He nodded, curious to see what she was driving at.
“I’m a big girl now.” She was so serious that Dr. Mitchell had to hold back his chuckles, knowing that it would hurt his baby. “And I always do my work.”
“You do,” he conceded, trying to sound as serious as she was.
“Can I have some money then?”
“What for?” he frowned, but as he saw Beca sneaking a glance at Chloe, he relaxed. “Okay. I suppose it’s fair.” He opened his wallet. “Will it be enough?” he asked, handing her some money.
Beca nodded excitedly, taking it, then she stood up on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek before running away.
“Excuse me?”
The man turned to see who had addressed him.
“Can I have a rose?”
He looked down, seeing a petite girl holding out some money to him.
“A rose you say?”
She nodded quickly and he took a red one out of his bunch, giving it to her. “It’s for your mom?” he asked, looking around, thinking that she was on a mission from her dad to get her mom flowers.
“No.”
“No?” He looked at her surprised, and then curious. “And for whom, then?”
The girl blushed.
“A boy?”
“Eww!” she exclaimed, nose scrunched.
“A girl then?”
She hesitated before giving a quick nod.
“Which one?” the man continued his questioning, amused by the exchange.
“The cute one.”
He chuckled at the response. “The red-head?”
“Duh!” She looked at him like he was crazy for even suggesting that there was someone else as cute as her friend.
He laughed, before picking up two other roses. “Here.”
The girl looked at him confused.
“Take them,” he encouraged her.
“I don’t have any more money,” she said sadly, frowning.
“A gift. From me.”
“Why?” She looked at him with suspicion.
“It’s not every day I see such a cute couple.” He smiled at her.
“I’m not cute.” The girl tried to cross her arms, but found she was unable to, due to the rose.
“Pretty?” he tried again, but she shook her head, pouting.
“Beautiful?”
She looked to be thinking about it, before nodding. “Okay.” She took the other two roses. “Thank you.”
The man watched with a genuine smile as the little girl approached her friend, offering her the roses, and then as the red head squealed and kissed her cheek, before hugging his new little friend, whose face was as red as the first rose she had purchased.
-
“Excuse me.”
The Bellas stopped their rehearsal to look at the interruption.
“Chloe Beale?” a young man in a uniform asked.
“That’s me.” The girl took a step forward.
“These are for you.” The guy held up some flowers.
Chloe beamed at him, taking them. “Thank you!”
He smiled, sincerely pleased to make somebody happy. “Just doing my job.”
“Only three?” Alice asked aloud, almost disapprovingly.
“Shut up, if Chloe is happy with her secret admirer…” Cynthia Rose glared at her.
“Not secret,” Chloe said, too happy to be bothered by Alice at the moment.
“I didn’t know you had a boyfriend,” the older girl commented.
“Girlfriend,” Chloe corrected her.
“Really?” Cynthia asked, surprise in her voice.
“And what’s the occasion?” Stacie asked at the same time.
Chloe nodded to Cynthia, before smiling at the tall brunette. “It’s the anniversary of our first date.”
“Three months?”
“Three years?”
Some of the Bellas tried to guess.
“Fourteen.” Chloe shook her head, smiling.
“Fourteen what?” Amy wondered aloud.
“Years.”
“You were what? Six?” Alice laughed before realizing that Chloe was serious.
“Really?” the other girls were very surprised too.
“Yeah. I know.” Chloe smiled. “If you ever meet my mom, she’ll repeat the story thousand times, she loves it.” She shook her head. “Basically we were at McDonalds.”
Aubrey sniffed loudly in disapproval.
“I know, Bree.” Chloe rolled her eyes at her best friend. She had always the same reaction at that part of the story. “Our families were friends. And we were on a trip with our moms, because our dads had to work. And we were at the Mac, and we were waiting at the booth for our moms to arrive with the food…and when my mom arrived I told her that they had to sit somewhere else, because we had to be alone, because it was a date.”
“And why the three roses?” Stacie asked curiously once the collective awing subsided.
“That’s another funny story. We were on another family dinner slash date.”
“And what you were? Eight?” Alice asked sarcastically.
“Ten, actually.” Chloe answered her, before getting back to her tale. “We were at the seaside for the holidays, and we were dining in a restaurant on the seafront…” She lost herself in the memory before blinking her eyes. “Anyway, Beca bought me roses. She had seen a man selling them, so she had went to her dad, asking for the pocket money due to her, since she always did her chores.” She chuckled, her mind conjuring the image of little Beca. “And then she showed up with three roses. And after a while the man who was selling them came to us, asking if I liked them…and he explained to us what the colors meant. It was a really nice evening.” Chloe sighed happily.
“I know about the red ones, love and passion and all that jazz…but the other two?” Denise asked quietly.
“Oh, yellow is for friendship and rose roses are for joyfulness and,” Chloe’s cheeks took the color of the mentioned flowers. “Appreciation and admiration.”