Hey fandom! Just a bit of drabble that came to mind amidst gaining a new roommate myself. Although I'd never do to him what I write for these girls! Sorry if it feels a bit rushed or disjointed. It was a bit long for a one-shot and not quite long enough to go into extended detail for every single element as a multi-chap. Fear not, there will be a full smut chapter at around about the chapter 3 mark, so stay tuned!

Danika

"I still don't like her." Aubrey states adamantly.

"So is that a 'maybe' then?" Chloe says as her pen hovers over her clipboard.

"No, it's a 'I still don't like her.'"

"Oh come on. What was wrong with this one? She's so much better than the last two. She has awesome references, she didn't smell like a shoe and she's into music."

"First off, her reference was from a girl who identifies herself with the word 'fat' preceding her actual name. That's not exactly my definition of an ideal source. Secondly, did you see the amount of metal protruding from her ears? I'm surprised she could keep her head up."

"Now you're just being mean."

"No I'm not. I'm merely making observations based on her unappealing qualities."

"You're just picking her apart because she's different."

"I wouldn't care if she had a third leg if it meant she was actually a suitable candidate. Did you see the smug little smirk on her face the whole time? Like she was better than us, or something?"

"Aubrey, she was just smiling."

"It was a grimace, Chloe. Smiles don't cause that much visible pain to their wearer."

"Well, she's going in my 'yes' list."

"You're only putting her on your yes list because you got lost in her clearly visible cleavage."

"Not the only reason. But hey, if it's there I'm going to look."

"You're so perverse."

"And you're a prude."

xxx

One week later Beca was unpacking some more of her boxes onto the shelving unit, humming to herself as some old mash-ups played from her laptop on the bed. She'd gone over the ins and outs of the lease with Aubrey earlier that week, and it seemed that the blonde female was quite reluctant to hand over her new key. Beca didn't care so much though. As long as they could keep out of each other's hair, living in this place would be almost pleasant. Almost. Admittedly, it was at least a step up from a shared dorm with Amy and her rotating list of boyfriends. There was only so much noise that her expensive headphones could drown out.

"Hey punk-rock Barbie, how're you doing?" Chloe asks, hovering in the doorway.

"It's Beca."

"Nah, I'm totally going to call you Barbie." Chloe grins as Beca rolls her eyes.

"What can I do for you, Red?"

"Ooooh, countering the nickname with a nickname. I like that."

"I'm glad. But can I actually help you with something, or is idle chit-chat your intention for today?"

"The latter!" Chloe exclaims as she hops onto Beca's bed.

"Um, I'm not sure if I skipped over some fine-print or whatever, but I'm pretty sure this is my room."

"That's correct, yes."

"So, why are you on my bed?"

"Are you saying you don't want me in your bed?" Chloe asks with a wink. Beca's mouth goes dry and her jaw becomes a little slack.

"Oh my god, so easy!" Chloe begins to giggle. Beca rolls her eyes again and returns to her unpacking.

"Seriously though, do you not understand the concept of personal space?" Beca repeats.

"Clearly."

"Look, I don't mean to be rude, but why are you actually in here?"

"Because. We're friends now."

"Are we? Does that come with the title of being roommates?"

"Oh yeah. It's almost like, a condition of your tenancy."

"Yet again, more fine print that was not brought to my attention."

"I like you, Barbie. You're fun."

"Do you identify fun with unpacking boxes? Because if you are, prepare yourself for the most exciting afternoon you've ever had."

"Well it's already off to a pretty decent start. The company's pretty good." She winks again. Beca feels the warmth creep up her cheeks at the redhead's repeated flirtation.

Chloe starts bobbing her head to the track currently filtering through the room. "Who's version is this? I've never heard it before." She says picking up the laptop to search the song's details in iTunes.

"Uh. Mine." Beca says scratching the back of her head.

"Yeah, I know they're yours but where did you find them? Did you download them or something?"

"No, I mean they're actually mine. I mix tracks. They're my tracks."

"Oh shit! Really?" Chloe exclaims with excitement. Beca nods casually. "Ohhhh..! So that's why you're always on your computer..." Chloe says in her exaggerated realisation.

"Yeah." Beca laughs at Chloe's reaction. "Wait, what did you think I was doing on my computer all the time?" she asks, eyes narrowing at the other girl.

"Porn. Obviously."

"Gee thanks."

"Hey, it's a fair assumption. Although, I am mildly disappointed at the discovery that you are not the sexual deviant I thought you were."

"How do you know I'm not a sexual deviant anyway?" Beca counters, surprising herself with how forward she's being.

"I guess I don't. Should I be worried? Do I need to go find my rape whistle?"

"For all I know you're the predator who targets their new freshman roommates. I should be investing in extra locks for the shower or something."

"Only if you're lucky." Chloe replies. "Also, I call bullshit on your alleged sexual prowess."

"Ouch. Why must you wound me with your words?"

"Well, because I've just been browsing your internet history and all I've found is Facebook, Twitter, some music sites and a whole bunch of search results for rental properties in LA. You planning on leaving us so soon, Barbie? Off to greener pastures?"

"Uh… ever heard of privacy?"

"Did we not just have a similar conversation? We're friends now. No escape."

"Ugh. If you must know, I was looking into LA before I came to Atlanta, but my dad is making me do the whole 'college experience' thing and then he'll pay for me to go. So I guess until then, I get to suck it up live in the land of wishful thinking."

"He's going to pay for you to go? Like pay your rent and your flights and all that?"

"Yeah, I guess all that jazz…"

"And he's paying for you to be here in the meantime?"

"Yeop." Beca pops the 'p'.

"Do you even know how lucky that makes you?"

"Lucky? I'm pretty much being held captive."

"For free though."

"If you really call going to classes in a school you hate, in a different city to everything you know or want, in a town that has no decent music scene, free?"

"Okay Princess, call me when you have to actually pay for stuff yourself. I'll be on the poor side of the apartment." She makes a move to get up from the bed.

"Wait." Beca tries to stop the redhead from leaving. She's met with an expectant glare from the redhead. It's actually a bit unnerving in contrast to the other girl's normally bubbly demeanor. "I'm sorry. I don't mean to sound like a spoilt brat."

"Well you do. Don't forget Beca that some people have to work their asses off to even be here, and you see it as a chore."

"I honestly didn't mean it to be offensive. I do know what it means to work hard. I've never had anything handed to me on a silver platter. I pay for all my equipment and I had every intention to pay my own way to Los Angeles."

"Then why are you even here?"

"Because my dad owes me."

"Isn't that a bit spiteful?"

"Look. I'm not going to get into details. But he left me and my mom when I was 14 without so much as a 'see ya later kid!' and now he's trying to make it up to me. So I'm going to let him."

"It's okay. Aubrey has some daddy issues too, so I guess I'm well equipped in having friends with complexes."

"Again with the whole assumption that you and I are friends."

"You can't escape me, Barbie."

"Well, now that I know I can get some more dirt on Aubrey, I think I'll keep you around."

"You couldn't get rid of me, even if you hired a hitman."