Chapter 17

Thank God, It's Friday

Part 2

"Oh, I'll never let you get away. Oh, I'll take it to forever, baby,"

-Rookie Season

1 year later

Summer hits California and newly concocted iced drinks with the most ridiculous names are being introduced to beat the heat. Instagram is loitering with memes about the beach and Baywatch bodies. Summer road trips are being planned here and there while the Hollywood industry is busy releasing music and movies people would look forward to this season.

Of course, Amplify with its trendsetting culture has gotten into the summer vibe as well and has just welcomed the season with their 'Temple of Apollo' event, named after the infamous Greek god. With about fifty club DJs mixing their beats from dusk till dawn while people celebrated with the bar's summer themed alcohol concoctions as they danced to the music and splashed into the massive pools.

The event was a blast and yet again the woman behind it was mainly to blame for it. Amplify's golden girl or, as the others prefer, one shot kill weapon. In her leadership, the company's live events department has only gotten excellent reviews. However, working for her is no joke. Like, seriously, no joke and everyone within the company knows that a success as huge as that isn't achieved by being a pushover. No, Beca Mitchell is the last person on earth you'd call a pushover. She is actually, what you'd describe as strict, harsh and cold, a force you do not want to ever go against. Beca doesn't ask. Never. She demands.

Which is funny because behind all that prestigious title, the infamous reputation she carries and intimidating crisp iron-pressed suits she dons, the great overall producer of events, Beca Mitchell, succumbs to my demands.

My name, you ask?

It's Bella. Bella Mitchell.

Well, actually it's Bella Mitchell-Beale now.

Beca just got married to Chloe, the prettiest redhead I've ever seen. Which means, I get to officially call her mine now too. They are both mine. Although, I still love Beca a little bit more because we had a longer history together but she doesn't need to know that. She can keep getting jealous over Chloe's affections for me. Speaking of affections, I do miss Stacie and Aubrey too. They should come by more often. The more women, the better.

Maybe, I should stroll by the new neighborhood later and look for Aubrey's house.

Oh, and I now also have a brother named Mallows which sucks because he is a slob and still gets half the attention from Beca and Chloe. He sleeps all the time and makes a mess over the counter. He keeps sitting on my box as well even if he is too fat to fit in it which is why I demanded a new box. It is way fancier and it's yellow. Well, as long as he doesn't charm the hot ladies two doors down from our new home then all is bearable.

Speaking of new home, today is moving day and there's a lot of boxes I can jump into which means I love moving day. Moving day for me is like Christmas for humans. But then I also love shiny Christmas balls so…

Anyway, sorry for getting off track. The new house is bigger. Not as big as I would have loved it to be but it will have to do. The windows are wider, I can hop on bigger platforms which Beca had bought because I do deserve only the best. There's a backyard, a pool, more posts with my name written on it for me to scratch, and a second floor. Honestly, I can do without the pool. Water is not my friend. On the other hand, if I push Mallows in it, would he swim or would he... sink?

As of this moment, Beca and Chloe are busy moving stuff around. I bet Beca is dying. She looks like it too. Unfortunately, she's never been athletic or at least, physically fit. Maybe I should catch a bird later and feed it to her. All that scrap she eats looks bland and I doubt you can get energy from that.

But… I think it's a little too late for that. The worst did just happened. Beca just collapsed on the mattress laid out on the bedroom floor. The same mattress she has been hauling up to the second floor half an hour ago. How she even led a team and carried huge events behind her back, I have no idea. She can't even assemble the bed, for god's sake! Maybe I should go check on her. She can't die. It's her job to serve and provide for me for the rest of my life.

Beca, you can't die.

"Hey, baby," Beca huffs, tiredly opening her eyes as I press my nose on her cheek and thank god, she's alive.

Do you need milk? A dead bird, perhaps?

"I'm fine. Just tired," she says and really she does look like shit so I lick her hair because I can't have her looking like shit. The Mitchell-Beales are supposed to look presentable and clean at all times. We have a reputation to uphold.

Something Mallows obviously doesn't understand.

"I love you," Beca mumbles, reaching to stroke my cheek and combing her fingers gently through my fur. It feels pleasant.

You better. I demand all your love.

"Becs?"

Ah, Chloe. My beautiful Chloe. I demand all your love too.

"Babe, as much as I like seeing this cuddle-fest going on right now, we really need to put this bed together," Chloe points out before kneeling down next to Beca on the mattress so she can kiss me on the head.

Yes. Kisses! More. I need more than just one, pretty goddess.

"Can't we just sleep on the floor tonight? We've been working and sweating our asses all day and I'm hungry," Beca lazily says as she rolls on her side and props her head up with her hand.

Her question gets a kiss from Chloe and this is the part where I eye them in annoyance because I'm sitting right in front of them. I need love and attention too! No, scratch that. I should be the center of attention.

"I'll order pizza then. And after that, we put up the bed," Chloe says in that tone of finality and this is the part where Beca has to comply. She has no choice. Chloe knows what's up. She learned that from me.

Beca just do it. Be nice. Chloe is ours now. She cannot leave this family. Ever.

"Alright. Pizza, bed then I can finally pass out for real. Got it," Beca sighs, movements sluggish despite conceding and Chloe's lips curve into a smirk.

I know that smirk and it's not something I'm comfortable with because I totally know where this is heading.

"Okay," Chloe slowly begins and I really should leave.

"That's too bad though. I really wanted to test… the bounce factor of this mattress and durability of the frame but I guess we can do that some other time," she innocently shrugs and really, my insides are turning sour and my ears are bleeding.

I've already gone through so much trauma over the past few years because they kept testing the quality of their bed… and the sofa… and the kitchen counter… and the shower stall… and great, now Chloe is leaning closer to Beca, lips on her jawline as she whispers a low and sultry, "I'll go call delivery,"

Beca straightens up, looking wide awake than ever before, a burst of energy seemingly passing through her right at this moment. It's only a matter of seconds until she's pulling a squealing Chloe back down with her on the mattress and… I'm out. I won't wait for those annoying giggles to turn into another traumatic memory.

Annoying lovers.

Of course they end up not being able to finish anything. Maybe except for a particular activity that they've suddenly had all the energy in the world to engage in for hours. The bed's frame still remains unassembled, the mattress still lying next to it on the floor and several boxes still loiter all over the place. But the humans don't seem to mind at all as they enjoy pizza in the living room, probably the only part of the house that looks decent. The sofa they have ordered has arrived early this morning and Beca's favorite fluffy white carpet adorns the floor. The color theme has changed too. Beca's usual black and white aesthetic has added shades of grey, dark blue, pink and red. Which isn't bad. As matter of fact, it looks pretty with the new shades complimenting the dark hues. A burst of new color really does make a difference.

It's doesn't look boring anymore.

Before Chloe, Beca had such boring taste in everything. I was literally the only color in her life. I still am actually, the only color of their life… fine, me and the marshmallow slob are the colors of their life.

Mallows is sleeping and snoring near the faux fireplace. No surprise there. When doesn't he sleep?

I, on the other hand, prefer to stretch around the sofa. It's much better than the first one since it has an automatic, one touch of a button, reclining feature and all. But I don't think Beca and Chloe appreciate that feature enough tonight since they've both settled down the floor, eating the pizza laid out on the coffee table. They look comfortable though. Chloe sits in between Beca's legs, her back leaning against Beca's front. Both of them are just wearing loose shirts. Clothing which looked like to have been the nearest pieces they had grabbed before leaving the room.

"I want to go back to Bali," Chloe sighs, fingers running languidly up and down Beca's leg. "Can't you just ask Amplify for another week off?" she proceeds to ask, turning her head a bit so her temple softly bumps into Beca's.

"If it were up to me, I would but I really need to get back to work on Monday," Beca regretfully replies, an answer that makes Chloe whine softly. It is quickly placated with slow sensual kisses trailing down her neck. Chloe softly hums at the action, obviously pleased by it.

"How about this," Beca begins to suggest just after she places a kiss on Chloe's shoulder where her shirt slips a bit, Beca's lips brushing on skin as she speaks.

"We can schedule another trip next year? Or maybe… every year?" Beca proposes and Chloe perks up a bit to the idea.

"Like an annual honeymoon?" she says, a trace of a smile forming on her lips.

"Yes, I guess we can call it that," Beca simply shrugs while Chloe excitedly turns to kiss her on the cheek.

"I'd love that," she says and it's disgustingly sweet how they look at each other. That sort of thing after all these years just can't be real.

Or maybe it is possible. I don't know. I'm just a cat with simple pleasures. I see women. I like women. Women like me. I get all their affection. The end.

I love my life.

I eye my two humans and of course they end up kissing… again. I must admit, it does make me happy to see them both like that. Beca, especially. I do remember the first time when the gorgeous Stacie Conrad laid eyes on me and decided that I was the one Beca needed. Which isn't surprise because Stacie has an eye for exceptionally pretty things and breath-taking art. She always had good taste after all.

It was Beca's birthday when I met her. I remember clearly, the way she looked when she saw me. The genuine surprise as I was being lifted out of the box with a huge blue ribbon around my neck. Stacie had told me that maybe I could finally be the one to bring a real smile to her face. I did.

I remember the first night we had. The party has ended. It was just the two of us and she cradled me in her arms as she sat on the kitchen floor and looked at me like I was special, which I definitely am. I said 'hi' and pressed my nose against hers. Whatever I did must mean something because it seemed like she was about to cry. She did.

That was when I realized how awful everything around her had been going. I've seen it all. The emotions and feelings she hides from the world. There were the average nights when it's just bearable and then there were those nights that are, well, painful. Painful to see her wiping away tears and painful to hear her broken sobs tearing through the door of the bathroom.

Nevertheless, I try to do my best. To annoy her when she finds herself thinking too much. To complain whenever she pays too much attention at the wine bottle and not me. To demand everything I wanted whenever she feels like the world seems too heavy to face. It's all just distractions and never a permanent solution, I know. But Stacie says it's my job to make sure that she'll be okay. That even if she wallows in sorrow at least, I'd be there. She won't be completely alone.

It was like that for almost a year until… those obnoxious knocks on the door woke us up one late night and then there she was, barging in like a hurricane, Chloe Beale. One beautiful messed up redhead. She literally kicked the door open and made lots of noise in what was Beca's lonely and quiet world. She sort of like, threw a rave and wasn't even sorry about it.

I should've been scared of the intrusion, really, but it was so funny seeing Beca suddenly performing parkour all over the house, exerting so much energy for the first time outside the gym without Aubrey's supervision and throwing things around while being chased by a seriously hot woman that I just thought that, 'If that isn't the luckiest thing in the world, what is?'

Then it happened. That one small thing. They stopped running and finally see each other like it's the first time—because a girl screaming your name and listing all the injustices you've done to her is not something you do on the first meeting so I deduced that they definitely met before this. I just saw sparks flying all around them. Of course, Beca is dense because she is a useless lesbian and didn't realize it then but I did. I knew it was going to be something. Something big.

So I watched it all unfold. Slowly. So slowly that I thought I was going to die from the unbearably slow pace of it all.

Chloe ended up sleeping on Beca's bed that night and I almost cried in joy because, 'Finally! A hot woman sleeping in her bed'

The sight had been so satisfying that I need to be sure of one thing.

How cuddly is the redhead?

So, I made my way up the bed, despite Beca 'the most useless lesbian' Mitchell trying to tell me otherwise, and snuggled up to Chloe. She smells like something sweet. Like sugar pastries and fresh roses. That was enough to tell me that, Chloe is someone whom I can spend a lifetime with… if Beca decides not to be a complete asshole to her and ruins everything. Which she totally was.

It is beyond me how anyone would deny a pretty woman begging at her feet to let her stay and serve her whichever way she pleases. I had to intervene and stand my ground just to get her to say yes. Because as Beca's most beloved, I too have a say on who gets to stay and who gets to leave.

I can see right through it all though and I know why she was being so mean to Chloe. She may always have a thing for stunning redheads with lovely eyes but it definitely goes beyond that reason.

Chloe compliments her personality very well. She's soft where Beca is hard. She challenges her. Makes her do things she wouldn't even try to do. Maybe, even stopped to do. To step out of the box and cross those lines she herself made. Chloe scares her because she's starting to change her life in a way that has never happened before and it feels so good. So achingly familiar that it reminds her of something she had lost. It was almost too good to be true. And Beca is falling down deep and hard, the first step to a broken heart according to Beca and her long list of heartbreakers. But Chloe is a beautiful once in a lifetime occurrence and she couldn't initially see that.

Stacie told me that Rachelle wasn't like Chloe. She and Beca were too alike. Too similar. And personalities like that, they clash often. Beca was just too in love to see it. Too wrapped up in the fantasy of having someone who finally chooses to be with her. So when everything started falling apart, an irreparable crack that not even love can hide, she couldn't understand why it happened.

Stupid Beca and her foolish heart.

Unlike her, I wasn't blind. I saw it. The potential she and Chloe could be together. Could do together. The happy, beautiful picture they would make if they weren't so stupid… and useless.

Back then I really had high hopes still. Until Chloe's presence in her life seemed to suddenly vanish out of the blue one day and Beca just looked even worse than she's ever been.

For almost a month she looked miserable and even though she hid herself behind complete denial, I could tell that whatever trace Chloe left on her was so strong to be just a fleeting feeling. It's not just a crush or a temporary attraction anymore.

When you meet the one, it's just over, you know? The end game. That's what they say.

And then there's also, if it's meant to be then it shall be.

Which was why when she brought Chloe back home with her one night for some lame movie watching, I almost cried. Almost. I was so happy, I quickly rubbed myself fondly all around her.

Okay, I was marking her because I can smell Mallows' stench all over her. Stupid marshmallow slob.

However, my hopes start crumbling once more because this time, it seems that Beca is acting like she's just hanging out with Stacie. I could not count the times I wanted to throw things at her and make her see the change in the way Chloe looks at her. When before it had been friendly and caring, this time it had meant even more now. Those lovely blue eyes stare at her in the way that Beca had secretly looked at Chloe when she wasn't looking months before. The only difference was, Beca had done it unconsciously until she realized what it was. Chloe's on the other hand, seemed sure. Aware. That's the exact word for it. Aware.

Sadly, it seemed that Beca would never meet her eyes long enough to find it. That telling spark. She only pushes a bit then pulls back quickly, allowing herself to be comfortable yet still putting a wall in between her heart and its only desire.

So I had to watch, painfully yet again, as Chloe longingly gazes at her and smiles in a way that she only would if it's Beca. Anyone would have wished to stab themselves in frustration with every hug Chloe engulfs her with. Because nobody sees the way she hugs her with her eyes closed as if savoring that precious moment. Nobody but me. And yet Beca remains passive to every affectionate gesture Chloe gives her.

If that already sucks, wait till the kiss. Yes, that kiss. The one that Chloe secretly gives to the most clueless lesbian in the entire universe. How had she not woken up to that kiss? I know I shouldn't be surprised but, really?

How?!

I saw it when I was strolling towards the bathroom to relax in the sink and believe me when I say just how perfect it looked until it ended. The closest thing you can compare it to is Cinderella's tiring dance at the ball until the clock strikes midnight and everything becomes poo.

Chloe felt guilty that night and I had to console her. I've never felt so helpless because no matter what I do, Chloe had thought that they would never become anything more than friends and that she was evil for breaking Beca's trust by doing something her heart wanted to do. I wanted to strangle Beca that night to wake her up and slap some sense in to her.

Fortunately, Stacie, my gorgeous Stacie, did just that. She had easily gotten Beca to spill out all those suppressed feelings she had been keeping—even from me. It's like finally verbalizing something you are in denial of for such a long time. I bet, it feels freeing. I also got to snuggle up to Stacie, cling to her for a long time and purr at everything she says because she's never wrong when it comes to love.

I guess, that had been the sign that things are slowly moving towards the direction it was supposed to go. When it's meant to be, I tell you, it is meant to be.

Chloe, yet again, being the beautiful hurricane that she is, barges in the house one night. She's looking for Beca and I was silently wondering if this could be it. The night where one of them finally becomes brave enough to do it. To break the god damn painful cycle. Of course, I knew it was going to be Chloe. As someone who impulsively acts on how she feels, it had to be her.

She's the one.

Beca, of course, was an idiot. Even though I did get where she was coming from, she's still an idiot for leaving like that after Chloe pours her heart out to her. I also knew she couldn't stay away.

Beca runs when her heart is at the brink of shattering down the floor. She runs as far as she can go. She ran away to the park when she found out that that girl she liked back in high school kissed her for experiment and nothing else despite the obvious pining. She ran away to a club when the roommate she had feelings for in college got a boyfriend. She ran away when that woman she was dating years back broke up with her for some shitty reason. She ran away to Stacie's house when Rachelle cheated on her. But here's the thing, she doesn't run away far enough that she loses her way back.

Beca always runs but she always comes back.

She remained friends with both her high school and college mistakes despite her heart breaking all the time. She's forgiven her third mistake and helped her through a tough time. She wanted Rachelle back no matter how grave that mistake had been. Because that's just how she is, Beca makes it look like she doesn't feel but she does, a lot, and her heart, despite being fragile, is just as big as the entire universe. Always giving, always so trusting once it opens its doors that sometimes, I'm not even sure if that's a good thing anymore.

But yes, Beca always comes back because when she loves, it's one that lasts until the end. Which is why I begged Chloe to stay. I sat on her lap and dug my claws on the fabric of her blouse so she wouldn't leave. I would've made a scene if she still tried to leave but she seemed to need my company after everything that had happened. So we ended up curled around each other in Beca's bed as she cried herself to sleep. My poor sweetheart.

Beca should seriously be thanking me. She'd never have a lovely wife today if it weren't for all that I did.

It's crazy how everything just slowly unfolds and clicks in place—and just how they are starting to make-out in front of me again— no matter how dim everything around us seems to be. Everything always settles in a good place. People just have to go through those horrible things to appreciate it. To consider it as a blessing.

Okay, I must say, I think too much —or maybe, plot the demise of my enemies too much— and now things are starting to escalate in front of my very eyes because of my carelessness. I guess, an intervention is now required before these two start christening the living room.

I jump from the sofa to the coffee table and prepare to launch myself in between them.

Beca, I thought you said you were tired.

"You can't have pizza," Beca says as she eyes me settling comfortably on Chloe's lap.

You can have your pizza. You're just jealous that Chloe prefers hugging me than kissing you.

She eyes me sharply when I unapologetically rub myself all over Chloe and frowns.

Ah, the stench of jealousy. That's the name of my perfume.

There's a glint in her eye and I should have known. That I am now currently at a slight disadvantage than before.

"Mallows, come here, baby," Beca exaggeratedly coos at the slob who is kneading the carpet with his filthy paws. She pets him softly on the top of his head, on his cheek and under his chin as he melts into her touch, all the while eyeing me with a raised brow like a challenge. A big fat, 'What? You think I won't do it?', thrown my way.

That fuckin' marshmallow slob. I got to say, well played, Beca. Well-played. Doesn't change anything though. You still owe me kisses, bitch.

A house party with more women than men is always my kind of party.

Beca and Chloe have invited their friends and colleagues tonight and of course I'm just happy to see my favorites. Scaring Amy is also a highlight of my night. The poor woman just seems to see me as some sort of black hooded figure holding a scythe, which I probably try to exude every now and then. I still do believe that I was a scary warlord, a death god who everybody had trembled upon, centuries ago. She'd run to the other room every time I walk by and rub myself all over Stacie and Aubrey.

There's a new addition to the gang, by the way. Her name is Emily and we've already bonded. She's very pretty and has a heart as sweet as my Chloe. At this point, I wouldn't mind coming home with her for a night. Or maybe I should ask Beca and Chloe to let her stay in our house's spare room tonight instead?

Speaking of the two, I glance over at their direction at the kitchen. They've exchanged stolen kisses every now and then that I just got bored watching them earlier. Thankfully, they are laughing with Jesse and CR now. All is well—

Or not.

Everybody seems to be in a pleasant mood. Flo has just switched the music to something more upbeat as CR starts moving to the beat, my sweet Emily is talking animatedly with an equally eager Benjie, Amy is grabbing another bottle of Tequila from Beca's bar, Jesse is already gearing up for the much awaited karaoke competition by flipping at the song book with such a serious expression, Lily is scrutinizing the painting Beca paid so much for and which Chloe still thinks of as a deformed fish instead of whatever Beca said it was, Aubrey is currently handing out her housewarming gift to Chloe while Beca mutters a, 'That better not be a yoga mat or that disgusting vegetable health drink again', and then there's Stacie…

My love, tell me what's wrong, I ask as I hop up at the bar stool next to her.

"Bella," she says softly before stroking my fur. I almost purr in delight but then all these satisfying kitty rubs isn't why I am here.

Something's bothering you. I can tell with the look… and the whiskey.

Stacie simply takes a sip of her drink before her eyes carefully return to what seems to be occupying her thoughts all night.

Aubrey. Of course, it's her. Are you finally admitting that this friends with benefits thing is stupid when you are in fact still in love with her? After all these years.

Stacie only exhales loudly, fingers now absentmindedly running through my fur as I perch on the bar's table. Beca wanted a personalized bar inside the house for the aesthetic and for gatherings like this. Chloe likes pinning Beca behind said bar and maybe that's really the reason why it exists. Another occurrence that has been another traumatic memory in my head just last week.

"She says it's time we stop…" Stacie murmurs softly and I look up at her sadly. Those pained eyes don't seem to want to stop.

"It was my idea. Everything," she continues to admit. "The break up, the friends with benefits thing and now… I guess, I've been an idiot all along," she chuckles softly yet it doesn't reach her eyes, "I thought I was saving her, but I might have been just trying to selfishly save myself for all the cowardly reasons."

Bingo! You have. For all the brilliant love advices you've been giving other people. Maybe it's time you follow your own advice. You know she deserves more and I know you think that she deserves someone who isn't you. But wake up, honey. You know you are worthy and you know you are capable of long lasting relationships like those two lovebirds in the kitchen. She wants more… with you and that is why she is ending it. For the love of lesbian jesus, you're both hurting each other if you don't do something about it.

Stacie finally looks down at me, a small smile on her face before she tenderly kisses the top of my head.

"It's always nice talking to you," she tells me before she gets up and takes a really deep breath. With determined eyes, she finally exhales and downs the rest of her drink before walking over to the woman who holds her heart.

It's only a matter of time before those two finally get things right and yet again, I, Bella Mitchell-Beale saves the broken-hearted fools.

Ah, another day in the office.

Looking around, I spot Mallows, stealing food at the table before scurrying off to a corner. He's probably going to go in to a food coma later and he better clean his shit up or I'll really shove him in the pool this time and bury his body where Chloe or Beca won't find it.

Speaking of which—Oh crap, the lovebirds are making out again… Got. To. Go. Intrude.

The party has ended, the house is a mess and Mallows did enter into a food coma. He's still breathing though… unfortunately.

Settling down the sofa, I rest my head on top of my paws and look at Beca and Chloe, wrapped up in each other's arms, leaning on to each other, as they slow dance in the middle of the living room. They are totally drunk at this point and that's exactly what they do whenever they get happily drunk at past midnight.

"Have I told you that, you look so lovely tonight," Chloe softly says with her eyes closed.

"Yeah, you have… for like a thousand times now," Beca replies with a light laugh.

"What? It hasn't reached a million yet? That's not right," Chloe slurs and they both chuckle at that.

Beca tightens her hold and Chloe settles her head on her shoulder.

"I…" Chloe starts, seemingly unable to continue as she pauses and I wonder what it is about.

"You… what?" Beca asks and it prompts Chloe to finally make up her mind.

"I have a confession… about our first kiss,"

My ears perk up and my eyes widen at the topic. I definitely know where this is going.

"And what about our teary, snot filled, stomach grumbling first kiss?" Beca jokingly says which makes Chloe whine in protest.

Oh Beca, if you only knew.

"Yeah…" she slowly says. "That's the point, Becs. That wasn't… exactly our… first kiss,"

Yup, there it is!

"What do you mean?" Beca asks, obviously confused. "I totally remember our first kiss! We were pouring out emotional shit all over the place and then ate at three in the morning because your stomach was protesting."

"Actually, you'd totally remember it… if you hadn't been sleeping," Chloe breathes out and they've stopped swaying to look at each other. Beca looking betrayed and Chloe looking guilty.

If cats can laugh, I would've and it will surely be a cackle.

"What?"

"We were doing movie night, about a week before we got together," Chloe slowly explains and Beca just stares at her. "And you… dozed off and… and… well, I didn't mean it. It just happened and maybe I just couldn't help it! I really liked you then and I just… kissed you,"

Beca looks like she has just experienced a system malfunction or something.

"What?!"

Beca, you should've kept singing. You could totally reach the high notes with that tone.

"I know it's been years now and I should've told you but I just… forgot after everything that's happened... and now we're married and it suddenly came to me again when you told them your version of our first kiss during dinner," Chloe says with a sheepish grin as she twists her fingers and looks like she expects the worst.

"Chloe!"

"I know! I'm sorry, I didn't tell you sooner!"

"I've told my version of our first kiss over and over again to people for the past two years when it wasn't even our first!"

"Yes, I've heard! And again, I'm sorry! But at least, you know, your version was officially our first?"

Are you guys seriously fighting? Is this like the first dumb marital fight? Oh dear… Mallows! Mallows, you piece of shit! Wake up! We have to stop our humans from getting a divorce!

Ow! Bella, what the—

Get up, idiot!

"Great, even our children are upset," Beca mutters as she eyes me swiping a paw at the slob.

She's about to head off to wherever when Chloe grasps her shirt and pulls her back towards her to capture her lips with her own.

"So dramatic," she mumbles between kisses before deepening it to the point where Beca gives up the fight, if there was even any to begin with, and simply tugs her closer, tilting her head to the side so their lips fit perfectly against each other.

I look back at Mallows and the amusement in my eyes must be telling because I could tell how pissed he is right now.

Oops. False alarm. Go back to sleep.

I hate you.

Likewise.

"I know I'm still your only favorite," Chloe whispers as Beca kisses her cheek then her neck, holding her tightly again.

"You're going to be the death of me," Beca sighs, a smile painting her lips.

"Yet you can't live without me."

"I'm still upset though."

"So, how can I… make it up to you then?

Oh my Hayley Kiyoko… here we go again.

The humans eventually get lost in each other and thankfully, they've closed the door this time. I'm really happy for them. I really am, despite all the sarcasm and shit. I can't wait to spend the rest of my life seeing those fools make tons of memories together.

It makes me think though. About love, is all. That maybe it is real. That it still exists despite everybody shitting on the idea of it. Despite how many times people say that they've given up on it. I think it's just a bunch of lies. Because, I think deep down, they still believe in it and are just too scared to try again.

So, here's a toast to the ones who are hurting, those who are secretly still waiting, those who can't make the first move, those who keep denying it when its right in front of them all along, those who feel like they are never going to feel that way again, those who are too scared to try again, those who hate the idea of it because they are simply protecting themselves, because it's hard… because it's not easy, it can mess you up and it can be complicated at times.

But what is love, really? What does it mean? People have written songs about it, wrote novels, made movies, dedicated poems and even killed for it. Maybe there's just no words to define it. It is intangible after all, isn't it? Or maybe everybody's just thinking too hard about it when it's only such a simple thing.

Love probably is something you want to wake up to. Something you smile about. Something you cry about. Something you get excited about. Something you'd childishly, stupidly do things for. Something that people dream of having. Something you'd want to keep for the rest of your life. Something you want to throw away. Something you should be thankful you could feel even if it was just for just a moment in your life.

Love is… love is… love is… the center of everything, I guess.

But what do I know?

I'm just a cat after all.

Author's Note:

Hello loves!

We've reached the end and I absolutely want to thank you all for reading and for being so kind and so lovely all through out with all your sweet words and comments. Thank you so so so much for loving all the characters and appreciating them! I had so much fun writing this story and seeing all your reactions with every chapter. This is officially the last update for Blue Friday.

A perfect ending, I believe for our Bechloe. Oh and a little bit of Staubrey on the side. Love always wins, right? And also, it is only appropriate that everybody's most beloved character in the story ends it. Yes, Bella Mitchell-Beale seems to have become a favorite by the majority. I can tell.

She is the most unique character I've ever done, literally. Don't we all want a sassy lesbian cat?

For the music lovers (like me) out there who are interested in the soundtrack I listened to while writing and is featured in this story, here's the Spotify playlist for it and since the link doesn't show no matter what I do, here's the name of the playlist: Blue Friday

*my Spotify username is of course, redchocopanda*

It might actually be a while before I write another Bechloe fanfic (I'm actually currently one for a different fandom) but don't worry, I'll definitely be writing about this two again soon.

Again, thank you for staying and simply reading Blue Friday.

Hugs and Blue Friday kisses,
Redchocopanda